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Authors Note- So I promised you a new chapter, and here it is! Again, I'm sorry for going AWOL on you for so long. I'm here now! I hope you enjoy this, it's a little different, being from James' POV, I wanted to add a bit of depth to his character and explain his position. I had fun writing this, it's great to pretend to be a douche ;) R&R to tell me what you think!
Friend or Foe
"Hey, Paddy, pass us a pumpkin pasty over, stop hogging them all, you fat slob." I called across the common room to Sirius, who proceeded to throw the pasty, full pelt, at my face. It was only my super-sharp reflexes that stopped it from hitting me square on in the mush, raising my hand to catch it when it was mere inches away.
"I said pass it, not attack me with it, idiot."
Sirius just laughed and carried on chatting up the sixth year girl he was sitting next to. Typical Padfoot… Not that I would have done any different, she was gorgeous, and if I wasn't with lily, I would have probably been over there with him, trying to charm her away from Sirius.
As it was, I sat by the fire with my charms book open on my lap, not really paying it any attention. I could fly through charms without a thought. I was actually thinking about Lily.
Ah, Lily. It had taken me so many years to win her over, though to be honest, I think she had just been playing hard to get for a couple of years, and she was totally worth the wait. That hair, that smile, those eyes… Yes, yes, I was totally smitten, like some silly little puppy, but I couldn't really help it. She was everything I wanted in a girl, and eventually she'd fallen for me too, not that I could blame her, I could be pretty persuading when I wanted to be. I'd liked her since I first caught sight of her on the train in our first year, when she was sitting in the cabin with us and Snivelus.
Ugh. A wave of pure hatred ran through me. Severus Bloody Snape. The bane of my existence. Stupid little prat just wouldn't leave me or Lily alone. I had long since got over taunting him through my own choice, but he was still his immature self, and he when he took every opportunity to attempt to humiliate me, and he rarely succeeded, I had no choice but to retaliate. And so was our never-ending war with each other, though I think it was a much bigger deal for him than it was for me, he had nothing else to look forward to in his day. And if that wasn't enough, he had to creep after my girlfriend like some snotty little boggart. He had had some pathetic little crush on Lily since before I knew him, and even though he totally blew it with her in fifth year, he just couldn't seem to get over it. Though, that did give me one advantage. It was obvious that my being with Lily upset him, and I had to admit that seeing him seethe with jealously whenever me and Lil' were together really filled me with smug satisfaction. Yes, I did play it up, and I was especially nice to her whenever he was around. I doubt she had cottoned on, and even if she had, I doubted she minded, she wasn't exactly on the best of terms with him. I didn't think she had even spoken to him in the last two years. I couldn't blame her. He called her a mudblood! Bastard. It wasn't like he was even a pure blood!
Ok, I lied. I hadn't gotten over my desire to purposefully harm Snivelly. After he threw her kindness back in her face and insulted her, I wanted nothing more than to smash his abnormally large nose into his greasy face. It was only because Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, arrived that stopped me from starting a full out physical, non-magical fight with him. Merlin, I really hated that boy.
I yawned. Damn, it was hard work being head boy. My duties weren't even over yet, I had to do late night patrol that night, from 12:00 until 3:00. I checked the time-keeper that Lily had given me for my birthday on my wrist; it said it was 9:20. It had taken me a long time to work out how to read that thing, it all seemed unnecessarily complicated. The hands, which all looked practically the same, all told you different things, and you were expected to remember which hand told you what. Muggle inventions never ceased to puzzle me. I used to have a rather stylish charmed wrist watch from Twilfitt and Tatting's in Diagon Alley, but one of Severus' more successful hexes made it scream obscenities at all the professors, so I had to get rid of it. I got in quite a lot of trouble for that one after it told the old Dragon where to get off; I got a month's worth of detentions from her.
I figured I should get a couple of hours of sleep before duty, so I closed my book with a heavy thump and rose from the amazingly comfortable armchair in front of the fire. By now, the common room was empty apart from me and Sirius. For the safety of everyone in the Castle, Remus was staying in Hogsmead. It was his 'time of the month'. Usually we all went with him and had a right laugh, but lately we'd had a few close calls, so we were laying low with the whole animagus thing. Only Peter had gone with him, because it's rather difficult for a werewolf to catch a rat once it's hidden in any of the little holes in the Shrieking Shack.
I turned to look back at Sirius. He looked concerned, and I suddenly felt guilty that I hadn't had time to talk to him in what felt like forever. I should've known what was bothering him. Some best friend I was. Sitting down in the seat that had previously been occupied by the hot sixth year, I asked him what was wrong.
"Oh, nothing, I guess, it's just the usual."
And then it clicked in: the holidays were coming soon. I may have been a crap friend recently, but I did know about how much grief his family gave him.
"You're worried about going back home."
"Not so much worried, but you know how much I hate the lot of them. It's just my brother. He won't shut up about all this dark magic stuff, keeps going on about some new wizard called Voldemort or something, I don't know, he sounds dangerous. I'm just scared for him, I guess. I don't want him getting in over his head, if you know what I mean."
While I hadn't heard of this Voldemort before, I had heard that respectable wizards had been turning over to dark magic, seemingly for no reason. It was always the same; they would come home, raving about this new form of magic that would solve all the world's problems, then they'd disappear off the map, returning completely changed after a month or two, renouncing their families, blood status, everything. Sirius was worried this was what was happening to Regulus.
"Yeah, I get you."
There was a small awkward silence, as neither of us knew what to say. We didn't really talk much, past the usual humorous banter. I really cared about him, but I didn't know how to show it without coming over as, you know, sappy. I had an idea.
"Well, you could always stay at mine for the holidays. I'm sure you'd be welcome, my mum loves you."
"Of course she loves me; she can't get enough of me."
"Shut up you twat. What do you say?"
"Well, that's dead nice of you, but... I dunno. I feel like I'm abandoning Reg."
"Listen, I know you're worried about him, but, and I'm sorry to say this, I'm not sure there's a lot you can do for him, if his mind is made up. I don't want to see you destroy yourself over this, Sirius, and I definitely don't want to see you dragged down the same path. You've worked so hard to shake off the reputation of your family."
Sirius stared at the floor, obviously thinking about what I'd just said. His family had all been in Slytherin, he was the first Gryffindor in the Black's history. He hated his connection with the whole thing, he'd all but renounced his family, the only reason he had anything to do with them was his brother.
"Yeah, yeah, I suppose you're right. Okay, I'll come back with you. Thanks, James, you're a real mate. Uh, you know I... love you, right?" He squirmed as he said it, obviously feeling awkward.
"Um, sure. I, uh, love you too Sirius." I felt just as awkward saying it back, but I meant it.
I shuffled away to the stairs. "See you tomorrow, yeah? I've got duty tonight, so don't wait up for me before breakfast." There was no way I was going to be awake in time.
"Cool. Yeah. Night."
I fell asleep thinking about Sirius, and Lily, and everyone else at Hogwarts. I came across as quite a pretentious douchebag sometimes, I knew that, but I really did care for my friends. I just had to learn how to show it.
Author's note- Okay guys, so there it is! James' point of view. What do you think? Do you like this new perspective, or should I stick to the two main characters? And what do you think about James himself? Pretentious douchebag or caring friend? The chapter is called friend or foe because I think it's up to the reader to decide if he's a good guy or not. Leave me a review and tell me what you think. Love you guys!