Chapter 41

As much as Ines enjoyed summer, the lulls between raging parties and nights spent enjoying the cool weather were imminent. Sat in the Potters living room reading a muggle book that Lily had given her, James was throwing a snitch toy as he lay on the couch, increasingly annoying Ines with every toss. James had been quite jealous when Lily's owl came in, carrying nothing for him and only Ines. But, not that Ines would ever tell him, she may have let it slip to a certain someone that he had gotten upset. Her owl was back the next day, a letter in its clutches addressed to the one and only James Potter.

James, with the short attention span that he had, was having a particularly boring summer. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that caused this, not noticing any changes in the past few months. He was oblivious to the fact that Ines and Sirius often headed 'off the bed' earlier than usual, and woke up later than the rest of the house. They spent their nights in the Potters garden, roaming Diagon Alley, or in each other's bedrooms. While they had yet to do anything that they would be embarrassed to find Euphemia walk in on, they had fun in their own ways. Ines had become proficient in braiding, especially on a head of hair very reluctant to her work.

At the moment, she had no idea where Sirius was. He had untangled himself from her at some point, leaving her alone in her bed with only a forehead kiss goodbye and a promise to be back later. Fleamont strode through the two couches and sat on the armchair adjacent from James. "I find it quite hard for the two of you to have absolutely nothing to do, or did you come back late last night." Ines and James shot each other semi worried looks, before pretending to not have even noticed his comment. "Not that I suspect you would have," Fleamont muttered, trying to hold back his smile, "Only curious".

They had in fact gotten home quite late, around three in the morning if Ines had to guess. They had been at the finest wizarding Inn sat at the bar, and through connections Ines had from a summer spent with Dmitri (something she explained to only James) they were able to get free drinks. They had woken up around two in the afternoon, missed both breakfast and lunch, were too drained to eat dinner, and then found themselves where they were now at seven in the evening. Fleamont looked between the two of them, his grin akin to that of James' after a prank, before getting up again "I'll leave you two be," he whispered. Ines and James listened to the sound of his footsteps as they went down the hall, through the foyer, and up the stairs. The sound of his office door closing sent the two of them into a fit of giggles. James' laughter sent him tumbling off the side of the couch, causing them to laugh even harder.

As they wiped the tears from their cheeks and let out the last few giggles they were interrupted by a loud and undiscernable sound from out front. Without a moment's hesitation they sprinted from the living room, Ines had her wand drawn, James forgoing his, and pushed open the big double doors. Expecting some sort of threat, they were pleasantly surprised by what they saw, despite their confusion. Ines knew what it was as Lily had explained it to her the summer before, her sister Petunia had become aggravated by the sound of one driving past their house, and her ensuing confusion sparked confusion in Mr. and Mrs. Evans. James seemed to know what it was as well, and sprinted down the steps and smacked Sirius playfully on the shoulders. "Where'd you get this you git!" Sirius laughed, running his hands through his long hair. "At the bar last night, while the two of you were cracking jokes with the bartender I struck up a deal with this man from the ministry, he said that some 'redhead nosy bloke' from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office was riding his tail for it so I took it off of him."

From the Potters top step Ines gazed down at a shiny blue motorbike, which Sirius sat astride with a big grin on his face. "Like it Ines?" he yelled over the sound of the engine. Ines tried to contain her smile, and the flutters seeing him with the motorbike gave her. "Why was the man trying to evade the ministry over the bike?". A grin spread over Sirius's face, "Wait until I show you."

Ines hadn't been through muggle London many times but quickly decided that riding a motorcycle has to be one of the best ways to view, experience and discover what it has to offer. On a motorcycle, you have the freedom to ride where and when you want. What made this motorbike different though, was that they could see this all from the skies. Sirius had extended the seat, so large you could fit a giant on it, and the three of them sat perfectly on it, admiring the glittering lights of the city from up above. Ines, sat in the middle of the two boys, yelled at the top of her lungs as they descended down towards the streets. It was different than being on a broom, the experience of being held by her best friend behind her and the love of her life controlling their direction in front of her was something so different she couldn't explain it if she tried. They had been flying above the city for the hours and continued their speed through the near-empty streets.

As they sped around a sharp corner they caught the attention of two muggle policemen in their cars who were now pursuing them. "Shit!" Sirius yelled, his tone making it sound like more of a thrill than a concern. The car behind them tried its best to catch up to them, failing due to the fact that the motorbikes speed capability was enchanted. They took a sharp turn, without fear of falling off due to yet another enchantment, into a narrow side street. The car behind them could hardly fit into the alleyway now, Ines could hear the scraping of the flank of the car against the brick sides. "Sirius you idiot, we're trapped!" she yelled into his ear, half laughing at the whole ordeal. They were now stuck between a towering brick wall and two angry policemen who were now making their way out of the car with some difficulty. The two of them had little respect for muggle policeman, their jobs were so minuscule on the scale of the world they weren't aware they shared with people who could kill them with two simple words. James laughed at their struggle, as they crab-walked through the little space between their car and the wall.

"Get off the bike!" The taller of the policeman bellowed. They did as they were told and stood in a line beside the bike, and the policeman finally got a good look at them. The three of them looked like the exact type of teenage delinquents that the police officers often most likely often dealt with. Sirius' long hair, while quite attractive to Ines, gave others a bad sense of him. That and his likeliness to the type of guitar playing douche that no father would want their daughter bringing home for dinner. James, while much more refined looking, had a shit-eating grin on, and was wearing a Gryffindor shirt; something that the police officers definitely didn't understand and most likely thought poorly of based on the looks they gave him after spotting it. Ines was scantily dressed, her shorts were hardly there and her long hair covered most of what her shirt failed to do.

"No helmets!" the second one yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount! Failing to stop for the police!". James laughed, running his hand through is hair. "We'd have loved to stop for a chat, only we were trying —". "Don't get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled the tall one. "Names!" Sirius quickly glanced at Ines, trying to hold back laughter. "Names?" repeated Sirius. "Er – well, let's see. There's Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…" "And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl," Ines interjected. The policeman looked very frustrated and got visibly angrier. "Oh, OUR names, did you mean?" James yelled as the second policeman sputtered in rage. "You should've said! This here is Sirius Black and Ines Avery, and I'm James Potter!". Ines mock bowed "pleasure to make your acquaintance!". The tall officer pulled his sleeves up "Things'll be very unpleasant for you in a minute, you cheeky little —".

But neither James, Sirius, nor Ines was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past the officers, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets. "Drumsticks?" jeered the officer. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of —". But they never got to name the charge. The three of them had shouted something incomprehensible to them, and the beams from the headlights had moved. The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backward, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels. They turned back to find that the motorbike had roared into life again. "Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine. "We owe you one!" Ines yelled, gripping Sirius tight. "Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget Elvendork! It's unisex!" There was an earth-shattering crash, and the policemen threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James, Sirius, and Ines zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.