A/N: I've had the idea for these one-shots when 'Hotel California' by The Eagles was playing on my radio and somewhere an image of Filch just got stuck in my mind (that'll be up later). I figured there were more lines in the lyrics that could serve as a setting for a story about one or more of the Harry Potter characters, so I just started writing. More will be up. Please tell me what you expect and/or would like to see in coming chapters!

Disclaimer: Alas, my name is not JK Rowling. And I also have no rights over the song.

James and Sirius


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night


"Man, I love this," James Potter exclaimed as he looked around. The landscape around him was barren but he didn't seem to mind.

"Get on, Prongs," the voice of his best friend Sirius Black said. "Unless you want to spend the night alongside the road, prey to thieves and killers?"

"Ha, I'd like to see them try," James laughed but he got back on the motorbike nonetheless.

The two best friends were on a road trip through America. They had stopped momentarily because James wanted to take in the view. They were in their final year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and they had two weeks of before their N.E.W.T. examinations would start. James' parents had reluctantly agreed with their plans so now they were travelling 'free at last' as James put it.

They had hired motorbikes and James just loved the feeling of the wind rushing past his face. He and Sirius raced each other along the highways, zigzagging between Muggle vehicles whose drivers never noticed.

"You know, I still think it's a shame Remus and Peter are not here," Sirius said when they found a shabby motel to stay at.

"Yeah I agree."

Their other two friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were still in England. Peter because his parents wouldn't allow him to go seeing as he was not of age yet, Remus because of his condition. As a child, Remus had been bitten by a werewolf and there would be a full moon during the break so he didn't want to risk hurting his friends.

"Well, to friends!" James said. He raised his Butterbeer and clunked with Sirius as he did the same. It wasn't their first Butterbeer and it certainly would not be their last that evening.

"I wonder what old Snivellus is doing during the break," James grimaced.

"Probably got his nose stuck in a book," Sirius sniggered.

They both laughed. Snivellus was their nickname for a boy called Severus Snape, who was in their year but in Slytherin. They weren't friends and they took every opportunity to show him that.

At one point, as the evening went on and they drank more Butterbeers, the conversation turned to the topic of relationships. James had set his heart on Lily Evans for years but she ignored him most of the time, stating that he was a 'show-off'. He hadn't heard Sirius talk about any girls, so he questioned him about this. "So, is there anyone in our year you find attractive?"

Sirius turned scarlet and mumbled something that sounded like "Nonfyorbizniz".

"Now, what's that you're saying? I'm sorry Padfoot, I did not quite get that." James grinned, teasing his friend. "Who's the lucky one?"

Sirius didn't reply.

"Say, you're not batting for the other team, right?" James enquired and laughed at his own joke. Sirius had turned a deeper shade of purple. James stopped laughing and looked at his friend.

"Okay, this is a little awkward…" he mumbled embarrassed.

A/N: So, what do you think?