You've always thought highly of James Potter. All goofy grins and messy jet black hair from the very first day you met. Always the happy-go-lucky, friends-till-the-end kind of guy. Someone who you always felt blessed to have in your life. You knew from the beginning that James Potter was different, and with him, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew by your side, you were the happiest you've been in a very long time.

It was that thought that came into your mind when you turned your head toward Mr. Potter and noticed that he had not yet stepped through the entrance way to the astronomy tower, where you two had plans to finish up your star charts that were due the following day in class. "Sorry, Moony,'' is all he says with an apologizing smile before you could question him as he shuts the heavy oak door. You barely heard a whispered locking charm and a silencing spell being cast before you knew that he had walked away, without even hearing the sound of his heels clicking on the floor.

Had this been any other time, you would have naturally assumed this to have been a prank of some sort. Though pranks on each other were rare, they almost always ended in hilarity. But this was not any other time, The Marauders had all but broken up in the past few months. A prank has not been pulled nor has a joke even been told in so long that it feels like those days were more like years ago, instead of months.

It was the beginning of December now, which meant that the Incident happened almost six months previous. But you don't care, you were never one to hold a grudge against anyone, especially not toward your best friends, especially not toward him, but what he did… how could anyone expect you to forgive him for breaking your trust? For breaking your friendship. For breaking your heart. How can he expect you to forgive him?

So no, this is no prank. You have your guesses of what this is but you refuse to admit it to yourself. You choose, rather, to contemplate how long you thought Prongs deserved to lay in the hospital wing for, or how bad the boils on his nether regions were going to be once you got off this freezing tower and back into your warm common room. The thought of the scarlet covered love seat that sat in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room danced its way into your head. The placement was in just the perfect spot, far enough that you didn't get too hot and close enough that you were never cold. That memory made your entire body warm up instantly, but the sensation was immediately drenched in ice cold water when the clearing of a throat came from behind you.

You spin on your heel and come face to face with the person you've been avoiding for months. Sirius Black is leaning against the railing of the tower, his legs are crossed at the ankles and arms crossed as well. He actually has the gaul to display a sheepish grin on his painfully handsome face. He is still in his uniform, as are you, and his long, wavy black hair is free from the binds of his pony tail, which allows his locks to rest calmly across his shoulders. "Had a feeling James was up to something, just wasn't sure what…" is all he says before trailing off.

You hold his eyes for what feels like minutes, but are truly only a few seconds, before looking away and gazing across the landscape of this place you've called home for almost six years. You look up toward the sky and your eyes immediately fall on the moon. It's in its first quarter, which means that soon enough you will once again undergo your unbreakable curse. And before you can stop yourself, the thoughts come flooding back. Your curse, the Incident, Sirius. You shake your head as you glance over at the form in front of you and see Sirius looking back through his fringe. You sigh as you walk toward the other side of the astronomy tower.

All you have to do is wait. James wouldn't let you two stay up here all night. It's freezing, you're wand-less and well, though you do have a coat, it's still freezing. And curfew is soon, Filch would have a field day if he caught either of you out after hours, especially since it's been so long since any of you had been in trouble. Long enough that Filch may even see it fit to use those shackles he keeps in his office. You shiver. James wouldn't let you two stay up here all night. He couldn't… He wouldn't…

You know as much as anyone else how hard these past six months have been, but you also know how hard it's been on James especially. He's constantly being tied between being a loyal best friend to Sirius (Who he forgave 4 months ago) and tied between being a loyal best friend to you. You see how sometimes James looks at Sirius then at yourself and it's evident in his hazel eyes just how much he wishes things weren't the way they were, that Sirius didn't make a stupid mistake and that you two could just make up so you can all go back to being pranksters who are in their second to last year of school. You shake your head again, hoping that the thoughts and memories will fall away with every shake.

A/N: This little story will only consist of two chapters, so stick around~! I'll probably put the second half up tmrw~! I've been working on this on and off for a few months, and I do quite like it, I just hope you all do as well. The title is rather irrelevant to the story, I just liked it, a virtual high five to anyone who knows the band who wrote the song. :3

Reviews are lovely little presents as it was my birthday the day before yesterday. Thanks for reading nonetheless. ^^