Chapter Twenty-Seven – Sirius now Knows What It'll Look Like If Snape and the Giant Squid had a Child

Dear Diary,

Lily has been spending a lot of time with James lately. Definitely more than is necessary for them to do whatever the Head Students are supposed to do. She doesn't seem to notice, either, she's all smiley and oblivious about it all. Sirius noticed it, too, and we both think James is just using the 'Let's go do Head Student stuff together!' thing as an excuse to spend time with her. Last time they went, she said he showed her a bunch of secret passages around the school and how to get into the kitchens, and when I asked her what that had to do with her Head Girl duties, she said, "Oh…James never really mentioned that bit. I guess it's so that people don't slip past me and sneak out of the school. Yeah, that must be it." I'm willing to bet that they didn't talk about anything like that at all; they just had something to eat in the kitchens. Kind of like a date. I find it really strange that Lily hasn't noticed any of this AT ALL. It's something she should've picked up on by now, right?


Dear Diary,

Something really bizarre happened today. I haven't seen Jeremy much in a couple of days (I have been busy lately), and when I passed by him in the hallway today, he didn't say anything to me, just gave me this look. It was somewhere between confusion and anger, which I really don't understand. I mean, last time I spoke to him we were completely happy with each other, so it makes no sense that he's suddenly mad at me. I was trying to think of something I might've done that may have prompted it, but I couldn't come up with anything. Weird, huh?


"I can't believe we have to do this again," James groaned, rolling his eyes as he stepped into the line forming outside of one of the more rarely used classrooms.

"It's not the same as last time," Sirius explained. "In our fifth year, McGonagall did this to help us decide what job we wanted to take; this time, I bet you anything it's some Ministry bloke who is going to try and convince us to take jobs there."

"Really, you think so?" Adriyana asked, as she took a space in the line behind the two of them, glancing at where Lily, Amber, and Alice stood at the front, almost at the door. Sirius nodded resolutely, and she groaned. "They're so obnoxious, always butting in everywhere and trying to convince us that they know everything and that if you do what they tell you to you'll be perfectly safe."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Plus, I actually am taking a Ministry job, and now I have to tell them that when I'd really rather piss them off."

"I'll piss them off enough for both of us, Padfoot," James replied. "I'm not going to take a job when we leave school at all."

"No?" Adriyana said, curiously. "Why not?"

"I just…think I could be a lot more helpful to the cause if I just spent all my time doing work for," he dropped his voice to a whisper and looked around. "The Order, don't you think?."

Peter walked out of the room and headed towards them. "Interesting choice, Prongs."

"Is the person in there from the Ministry?" Sirius asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. Wants me to be an Obliviator. Lots of attacks and suspicious Muggles, apparently," Peter said and shrugged. "Where's Moony?"

"Didn't come. He didn't want to, because he said," Sirius broke off, casting a nervous glance at Adriyana. "He's…er…not feeling well."

James felt a pang of guilt. He knew Remus was feeling just fine, except for the usual symptoms of the nearing full moon, and was only skipping out because, being a werewolf, he'd have an extremely hard time finding a job at all, no matter how hard he worked. James knew that Remus knew this fact well, and didn't want or need to be told by anyone else.

Peter laughed nervously and turned back to James. "So, Prongs, er, what are you going to do about money without a job?"

"I've got enough," James said, waving his hand dismissively. "When my dad's parents died, they left me a pretty big amount of money in their will. I guess they wanted me to spend most of my time…you know, doing what I'm planning on doing…and they wanted to make sure I was well off. I've got more than enough to not need a paying job for a very long time."

Peter nodded slowly. "Okay, then," he said, before he started heading off in the direction of the Great Hall for dinner. James looked towards the front of the line. Amber opened the door and walked out, looking contemplative and motioning for the next person in line (Lily) to go into the classroom.

"Er…hi," Lily said nervously, looking at the short man with glasses and greying brown hair who sat at the teacher's desk in the room, a quill clutched in his pudgy hand.

"Hello, Miss…"

"Evans," Lily finished for him.

"Miss Evans. Have you thought about what kind of job you're going to take once you leave Hogwarts?"

Lily winced. She'd been trying as hard as she could not to think about leaving Hogwarts. It was like a second home to her and she hadn't yet grasped that she'd spend only a few more months of her life here. "Er, yes. I want to make Potions. Maybe I'd start out making medical potions, for St. Mungo's, but…one day, I'd like to try inventing some of my own Potions."

"I suppose that's a decent choice…but wouldn't you rather work at the Ministry as a," The man looked disgruntled and started flipping through the pages on his clipboard. "Hmm..."

Lily smiled. He can't find a Ministry job close enough to what I want to do, she thought triumphantly.

"Nope. I'd like to make Potions for a living. If that's all," she said, making her way to the door. The man feebly tried to stop her, but she kept walking.

"James Potter, sir," James said, as the man opened his mouth. He sat down in the chair set down in front of him, and looked at the man imploringly, trying hard not to smile.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Your parents are fantastic Aurors, are they not?" James nodded. "Are you planning to follow in their footsteps?"

James shook his head. "No, sir. I don't think I'm going to take a job when I leave school, at least not for a couple of years."

The man's eyes bugged out of his head, and he looked angry. "But Mr. Potter, don't you know the Ministry is sorely lacking in…many people have left to go into hiding since these attacks started and…" the man started shaking and his face turned red.

I'm going to be doing more good for anyone then the Ministry ever will, he repeated over and over in his head. But I can't tell you that…

James walked out and rolled his eyes at Sirius, before pointing Sirius into the room and walking off.

Sirius entered the room, not even closing the door behind him. He wanted to make this as fast as possible.

"Hello…what's your name?" He shuffled through his papers, looking For Sirius's.

"I'm planning on being an Auror," Sirius said. "Do you need anything else?"

The man stopped shuffling. "That's…that's excellent!" The man smiled excitedly.

"So…I can go?" Sirius asked, not wanting to see any more of the man gushing over what a great choice he'd made. He walked back out the open door, smiling at Adriyana. "All yours."

After his meeting with the Ministry career planner, James followed Peter's path to the Great Hall.

Sirius sat down at the Gryffindor table almost immediately after him. "That was fast, Padfoot," he remarked.

Sirius shrugged, piling mashed potatoes on his plate. "I didn't have much to say, really."

Adriyana came and sat down a few seats away from them, next to Lily, after a few minutes. She turned around and smiled at them. "Hey Remus, I heard you weren't feeling well, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Remus said, looking up from his plate.

"Are you sure? You look kind of pale," Lily added, and Adriyana nodded. "Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey."

James looked at Peter. "When's the next full?" he mouthed.

Peter looked at him oddly. "It's tomorrow," he whispered back. "You don't usually forget, Prongs."

James immediately felt guilty about having forgotten. He'd been very busy lately, and had actually been spending an excess of time with Lily. He couldn't help it; he kept asking her to do stuff with him under the premise of Head duties because he was just so overjoyed they could now easily maintain a perfectly civilised conversation.

He looked up. "So, what did that Ministry bloke say about your job choices?" He asked, pointing at Lily and Adriyana.

Lily shrugged. "He wasn't thrilled with what I want to do, but I didn't give him any space for negotiation, really. I actually think I can do a lot of good for anyone injured in the war if I'm making potions; he was just upset I didn't take a job at the Ministry."

James nodded. "What about you, Agie?"

Adriyana dragged her fork through her mashed potatoes. "I'm not sure. I told him the same thing I told McGonagall fifth year, that I wanted to be an Unspeakable, but now I'm not so sure."

"What d'you mean?" Sirius asked.

"Well, I might want to wait a year and do something really simple. I expect I'll be doing a lot of stuff for," she gestured towards James with her hand, "as well, so I think I'd be a lot happier working at Madam Malkin's or Quality Quidditch Supplies, even if it's only for a short time, because—"

Lily dropped her fork. "Can we please stop talking about what we're going to do after Hogwarts? I still can't think about leaving without getting upset."

Sirius looked incredulous. "It's still September. We're not exactly leaving soon, you know."

Lily gestured with her hands wildly. "More reason not to think about it, we've got the end of the year for that!"

"Fine, we can talk about something else," James said, before feeling someone tap on his shoulder. Sirius frowned at whoever it was. He had a good feeling, though. Ever since he'd agreed to go on a date with Gemma (even though it was still about a month away), she'd been pestering him to spend every free minute he had with her.

"Jamiiiie, turn around!" The shrill voice eliminated all doubt in his mind over who it was, and he immediately looked at Lily to gauge her reaction.

Lily had her eyes focused on her plate, and was looking rather menacingly at her green beans. James grinned, and turned around. "What is it, Gemma?" he asked.

"Will you take me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" she asked.

"There's no Hogsmeade trip scheduled tomorrow," Adriyana pointed out.

"But Jamie can get in, right? He's in seventh year, aren't you allowed to go whenever you want?"

James didn't bother pointing out that he went into Hogsmeade whenever he wanted before he was in seventh year. He sighed. "On weekends, yeah, but—"

"You're not allowed to go in, just James," Lily said to her dinner plate.


"Oh," Gemma pouted. "But can you—"

"He's busy tomorrow, anyway," Lily snapped, finally looking at Gemma's face.

Lily was right, he was supposed to go to Hogsmeade with her tomorrow, for what he'd told her was password change planning but was really Butterbeer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adriyana grinning into her pumpkin juice.

"What about tomorrow night, then? We can sneak in…"

"I'm busy then, too," James said, sighing.

"Well, what about—"

"Nope, that's not good, either," Sirius said, in a conversational tone.

Gemma blinked. "Oh."

"Oh. Gemma," Adriyana said. Gemma turned to look at her. "Go find a mirror; you've got something just," Adriyana pointed to her left cheek. "Here."

Gemma gasped and clapped her hand over her right cheek.

"Other side." Adriyana was clearly trying very hard not to burst out laughing.

"Be right back!" Gemma called, running for the door of the Great Hall.

Adriyana turned to James. "Are you serious? Her?"
"What?" James asked, innocently. He gave Lily a pointed look. She just growled and speared several green beans angrily with her fork.

As Lily was walking out of the Great Hall with Adriyana after dinner, she found she couldn't stop talking about Gemma.

"Agie, don't you think she's just so unbelievably STUPID? And! And, she—" Someone sided up to her and grabbed her hand.

Shocked, she tried to pull it away, but the person just laughed and said, "Hey!" in a joking way.

She looked up. "Oops." She giggled as she saw Jeremy's face. "Sorry." She relaxed her hand back into his.

"Haven't talked to you all week," he said quietly. "Barely even seen you."

"Oh, yeah, about that…I've just been busy."

Jeremy huffed. "I've noticed."

Adriyana looked between the two of them. "Oh, look, I have to go, now," she said, before turning abruptly into an empty classroom.

Lily smiled, and Jeremy pulled her down a more deserted corridor.

"So, now that it's the weekend…did you want to do something tomorrow?"

Lily smiled. "Sure, I'd love to!"

"Great, then—"

"But I can't. I've got plans with James. We're going to pick out the new passwords for all the portraits for October. Maybe after that?"

Jeremy looked very angry all of a sudden. "You know what? Forget about it. I've got to go…"

He began to walk away, but Lily grabbed his arm. "Wait! What's wrong?" she asked.

"You honestly don't know?" he asked disbelievingly. "Really?"

"If something's wrong with," she pointed at him, and then at herself. "Us…then I have no idea what it is."

He raised his eyebrows. "Fine. I'll tell you. EVERY BLOODY DAY of this week that I've had any free time to spend with you, you were doing 'important things' with James Potter."

"We're just doing the regular stuff the Head Girl and Boy do!"

"No." Jeremy shook his head. "I'm positive that no other two Head Students have needed that much time to work. Something else is definitely going on there, whether you're aware of it or not!"

"We're not doing anything like that!" Lily yelled. It was the truth, she was sure of it, but she couldn't help the blush that spread across her cheeks at the thought.

"Fine!" he threw his hands up in the air. "Talk to me when you stop kidding yourself, and when you're actually ready to spend time with your boyfriend!" he pointed angrily at himself.

"You're not entitled to all of my free time, you know! I've just got a lot more work to do now that I'm Head Girl, and you're going to have to accept that!" she yelled.

Jeremy glared at her. "I understand that, I do. But I can tell, Lil, from the way he looks at you, that there's something else there. I don't expect to be the first priority in your life, but I won't sit idly by when some bloke starts making a move on you like Potter is. Forget it. I'm not competing with him, just…let me know when you start to see reason, okay?" And with that, he turned and stormed off.

Lily crossed her arms. "That's insane! I'm not doing anything outside of what I should be with James…I'm definitely not. Yeah."

"Of course not, dear," said one of the portraits on the wall, before yawning widely.

Lily tilted her bottle of Butterbeer up to her lips and drained the last few drops out of the golden-brown bottle. "I can't wait until we can drink this stuff hot without being disgusted by it," she mused, looking out the window at the sunny landscape of Hogsmeade. James nodded his agreement, before getting lost in thought again. After a few minutes, she turned her attention back to the sheet of parchment that sat between them. "So, what do you think?" she asked, and snapped her fingers in his face when she noticed he wasn't paying attention.

"Huh?" James asked, shaking his head as if to clear it. He'd been looking very contemplative all afternoon, which was very odd, because she didn't think James Potter thought about anything, he just…did it.

I wonder what he's thinking about. If Jeremy's right, then it's probably me. But he's definitely wrong, so….what is he thinking about?!

"What do I think about what, Lily?" He repeated.

"Password. For The Prefect's Bathroom."

"Er. How about…"

"Got it! It'll be 'lemon ice'!" She laughed nervously.

"Er…all right, then." James said, and Lily wrote it down on her paper. She'd show it to Jeremy next time she saw him, as proof this was what she did with James.

"Do you want another Butterbeer?" he asked.

"Sure." She smiled as he took her empty bottle and headed for the counter.

She looked back down at the paper, and picked out a few more passwords before James returned.

He walked back up to the table, handing her a cold bottle of butterbeer.

"Okay, so I've come up with most of the passwords, but I haven't got one for Gryffindor yet." She tapped the quill against the parchment, thinking. "Can you think of anything?"

"I've been thinking about something, Lily…I really think it would be great if we threw a party for all the seventh years!"

"Wow," said Lily slowly. "That had almost nothing to do with the Gryffindor password."

"No, think about it! You were saying yesterday how you don't want to leave Hogwarts, right? Well, we should make our last year here memorable as many ways as we can!"

"Er," Lily managed. " I don't think McGonagall will let us have another dance at Hogwarts after Agie and Sirius—"

"But we don't even have to tell them, Lily!" James was falling out of his seat with excitement. "It could just be us two, throwing a party for all the seventh years!"


James gasped loudly. "We could have it HERE, Lily, at the Three Broomsticks! Because the Seventh-years are allowed to come here on weekends! We can ask Rosemerta to close down the bar and everything! I'm going to go ask now!"

And with that, he took off, taking a sort of victory lap around the bar before stopping in front of the barmaid and bouncing excitedly as he explained his idea.

Lily felt the corners of her lips curl up as she watched James. Bloody gorgeous idiot, she thought, feeling very guilty for letting it into her mind, especially now that it wouldn't leave.

"Lily?" Adriyana asked, walking into their dormitory later that evening. "Lily, are you here? I'm bored."

Lily was sitting on her bed, deeply engrossed in a battered library book. "Hi, Agie," she murmured distractedly, before burying her head right back into the pages.

"Never mind," Adriyana said. "You're busy. And Amber and Alice are…?"

"Showers," Lily said.

"Okay. I'll just go find Sirius, I guess."

"He left with James and Pettigrew a little while ago, right before I came up here,"

"Well, He'd be back now, It's after curfew," Adriyana said. "Bye."

Adriyana went back down the stairs and to the Seventh-year boys' dormitory, knocking on the closed door. "Anyone?"

No answer.

"I'm going to come in, then," Adriyana said to the door before pushing it open.

The dormitory was empty.

"Hello?" Adriyana called, looking for any sign of anyone being there recently, but couldn't find anything.

Maybe they're still out to wherever they went when Lily saw them leave. They're just a little late. Adriyana sighed and picked up the watch on one of the boys' nightstands. Nearly eleven. So they're more than a little late.

She headed back to the common room and curled up in a squishy red armchair by the fire, resting her chin on her knees and staring at the portrait hole, sure that they'd all come back any minute.

Remus winced as he sat up, propping himself against the pillows of the stark white hospital wing bed. He rubbed his eyes feebly, turning to the table by his bedside, on which there was a goblet full of a bight orange-y potion that was giving off strong-smelling smoke. He was familiar with drinking this potion, though he wasn't sure what it did, exactly, and the sharp fumes never failed to wake him up.

He lifted the goblet to his lips, and cringed at the first bitter taste he got, before plugging his nose and draining the entire potion as fast as possible. Once it was empty, he set it down on the bedside table again, and slumped back down onto the pillows, closing his eyes and trying to fall back asleep. He couldn't, though, with the acrid taste still in his mouth, and he already felt well enough after the potion to get out of bed, so he got up off his curtained bed and went for the after pitcher.

"'Lo, Moony." Remus recognized the cheerful voice as Sirius'. He turned around.

Remus noticed that Sirius had a deep scar running across his chin, and promptly dropped his glass of water, which shattered as it hit the stone floor. "Wha…Padfoot, I'm really sorry! Did I—"

Sirius looked surprised. "Huh? Oh, you think…no, this cut is from this morning. Prongs and I ran into Snivelly this morning and he started going on about…" Sirius trailed off. "And I got angry and we started firing off hexes, and he hit me with that Sectum-something thing again, but I gave him octopus tentacles for arms! Moony, it was brilliant!"

Remus managed to laugh, relief flooding him now that he knew it wasn't the wolf that had injured Sirius. "You Transfigured his arms into octopus tentacles?"

Sirius nodded excitedly. "Yeah, but then he couldn't hold his wand anymore, so I came here because…well, it was bleeding a lot. Pomfrey was really angry at me, though. She says I should be getting worse punishment than detentions, because they're not working, or some rubbish like that. Oh, hang on…Reparo." He pointed his wand at the shards at their feet, which formed again into the glass, then he vanished the puddle of water.

Remus picked up the glass and Sirius cast a Cleaning Charm on it for him and handed it back. Remus picked up the pitcher and filled it with water again. "I'm going to go lie down again, okay?" he asked, taking a sip of water.

"Okay, Moony. I'm going to go find something else to do while I come up with an excuse for where I was last night…"

Remus turned around. "Who's asking?"

"Agie, she was looking for me in our dorm and I, of course, didn't show up, so…"

Remus lay back down on his hospital bed. "You didn't tell her, did you?" he asked.

"Of course not!" Sirius said. "But she needs some kind of excuse, eventually."

Remus yawned. "I can help you come up with something, if you want, but the less people who know about me, the better."

"Okay." Sirius nodded. "You look tired. I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Sure," Remus said sleepily, closing his eyes. He fell asleep as soon as he couldn't hear Sirius' footsteps anymore.

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