A new story…when I finished "An, As of Now, Untitled Story," which is viewed by some as my 'comeback' or something like that, I decided to give another fic a try. Reviews and criticism are highly appreciated. The chapters start off a bit short then get longer, as it seems to be with any story. Thanks for reading…
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to anything from the Harry Potter books which are the brilliant brainchildren of J.K. Rowling who is a good sport and lets us write these fanfictions.
Chapter One: Fighting In A Sack
Around a school, many things can be considered 'common knowledge.' Some of these little pearls of wisdom are true, some of them aren't. You need to be careful in deciding which of these what really should be considered rumors you choose to believe…especially where teenagers and jealousy are involved. They won't all be true.
Take, for example, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Some bits of 'common knowledge' around good old Hogwarts are as follows… Gryffindors hate Slytherins. Hufflepuffs can't play good Quidditch. If you say the word cheese three times and then spin until you get dizzy in front of the big mirror in the fourth floor girls' bathroom, you're four poster bed will turn into a very large cheese puff…and yes, it will be edible. Lily Evans is the smartest witch in the school, and she hates James Potter. James Potter is the second smartest wizard in the school, and he asked Lily out once only to have his eyeballs turned backwards in their sockets. The Marauders like practical jokes and they target the Slytherins. Sirius Black doesn't date girls, he goes on dates with girls, one a week. James Potter is a man-whore. Severus Snape's grandmother is actually his sister's aunt.
Obviously, some of these things seem completely outlandish and any sensible person would dismiss them all right away, opting instead to seek the truth. However, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry, teenagers and jealousy issues are thrown into the mix…that's where it could get a bit ugly from time to time…
"I can not even beginto stress the severity of this situation!"
"James didn't do anything wrong…he pulled Snape out."
"Mr. Potter, is this true?" Blue eyes that usually held a twinkle stared at James over half-moon glasses. The eyes were stone cold and angry. James Potter couldn't bring himself to speak, not after what had just happened. He merely nodded, his black hair, which was usually wildly messy, matted to his head with his own blood. "Very well," said Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. "Get yourself up to the Hospital Wing and get your head looked at."
Again, James could do nothing more than nod at the headmaster. With one last look at his best friend, James left Sirius Black to the headmaster, closing the office door behind him.
How could he have been so stupid? is what kept running through James' mind. How could he use Remus like that? What the hell was he thinking?
Upon entering the Hospital Wing, James saw a very busy Madame Pomfrey tending to Severus Snape's wounds. When she saw him, she silently pointed to a bed at the other end of the ward. James said not one word as he made his way over to what was to be his hospital bed for the next hour or so.
Once Snape had been given a dreamless sleep potion, Madame Pomfrey the mediwitch went to James' bedside. "Potter," she snapped.
"I didn't do anything wrong," James said in his own defense. "I pulled him out…for once, I didn't want him to suffer."
Madame Pomfrey's look softened considerably. "Why are you here, Potter?"
"Dumbledore wants me to get my head fixed up," James said. His voice was emotionless…he wasn't sure how he felt about this whole situation just yet. Sirius Black had done some pretty stupid things, but this was ridiculous.
Once Madame Pomfrey had cleaned and fixed James up, she sent him on his way to Gryffindor Tower. By the time he made it up to the sixth year boys' dormitory, Peter had snuck back into the castle and was nervously pacing back and forth, his blonde hair quite windswept.
"James!" he exclaimed when James entered. Closing the door behind him, the black-haired boy moved into the room to sit on his own bed. "Where's Sirius?"
"Still with the headmaster, I'd expect," James said in the same empty tone that he had been using in the Hospital Wing. "Please tell me you didn't know about this, Wormtail."
"Of course not, James!" Peter said, shaking his head fiercely. He sounded like a child trying to please a parent. "Do you think Sirius will be expelled?"
"I hope not," James sighed. He removed his glasses to rub his eyes. "It wouldn't give Remus a proper chance to kill him." Peter made a noise that James couldn't really place. "We might as well get some sleep, Wormtail," James went on to say after a moment. "Tomorrow is going to be a very long day."
As if obeying an order, Peter scurried over to his own bed. As he closed the curtains, he bid James goodnight. Sighing, James placed his glasses on his bedside table and laid down, not bothering to change into pajamas. He didn't close his curtains either…he knew Sirius would wake him when he came in, there was no reason to draw the curtains. He didn't even bother to close his chocolate colored eyes…James just stared at the ceiling wondering if all of this was really happening…
The next thing James knew, the sun had risen and Peter was shaking him awake. Peter was already dressed in his school uniform and ready for the day. "James," he said. "James, wake up. You need to get ready."
Shooting up, James asked the time. "Half passed six," Peter replied. "Did Sirius come back last night?"
"I don't know," James said, grabbing his glasses. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall. I'm going to take a quick shower and stuff."
Nodding, Peter left James in the otherwise empty dormitory. James glanced over at Sirius' bed…it wasn't made. That was a sign that he had indeed come back, but he also left before either Peter or James woke up.
James stretched as he approached his trunk. Out of it, he pulled the Marauders Map. Once it had properly drawn itself, he searched for Sirius' name and found that he was sitting in the Infirmary next to the dot labeled Remus Lupin. Shaking his head and sighing, James wiped the map clear and headed into the bathroom to have a shower.
By the time he made it to the Hospital Wing, Sirius had gone. James suspected that it had much to do with the fact that Remus had awoken. When James pushed the door to the Infirmary open, Remus waved him over.
"Morning, James," he said stiffly.
"How are you, mate?" James asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
"He's lucky I'm not the violent type," the sandy-haired, pale teen growled. Then he added, "…at least I'm not in this form." James stayed silent as he pulled a chair over to Remus' bed. "I could kill him, James."
Nodding, James sat and said, "Listen, Moony-"
"Don't, James," Remus said, holding up a hand that had vicious looking bite marks on it. "Don't defend him to me right now, alright? It is definitely not the time to defend him. He was up here this morning…trying to apologize, but I don't want to hear it. This is exactly what I've feared since coming to school…"
"I'm sorry, Remus," James mumbled. He felt somewhat responsible for Sirius' actions. And it showed on his face.
Shaking his head, Remus said, "Listen, James, you and Peter had nothing to do with it. Hell, if it hadn't have been for you…" The pale boy sighed, leaning back against his self-fluffing pillows. "I just don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't have been there. Thank you."
"Er…not a problem," James said awkwardly.
"Listen, James…" Remus sighed yet again. "I don't mean to get you into the middle of anything. You know that, right?" James nodded slowly. "I think I'm going to have to just…not be around Sirius for a while." Again, James nodded. "I'm sorry, mate," Remus said sadly. "I don't mean to do this to you and Peter…"
"I know," said James. "Listen, I have to go to Potions…do you want to go get a drink in Hogsmeade later? I think we could both kind of use it today, eh?"
Remus nodded. "After dinner?"
"See you then, mate."
With that, James left the Hospital Wing with his book bag slung over his shoulder to face what was undoubtedly going to be a very long rest of the school year.