Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm being dead Sirius. (that was actually a very cruel, unintended joke.) JKR owns every bit of intelligent ramblings that I have written below.

June 12th, 1974, Almost the end of 4th year (*sigh*)

I made my way to the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table. Fortunately, I sat next to Mary Macdonald, my best friend. Unfortunately, I sat next to Sirius Black and his three friends. James Potter lifted his head to look at me and he smiled. Stupid prat, I hate him so much. He's arrogant, egotistical, a bully, and an overall jerk. I didn't smile back.

Remus Lupin looked up from his Arithmancy book and nodded his head at me in a form of a greeting. Remus is sweet, kind, and smart. I don't know how he puts up with Potter and Black. I waved to him and a small smile crept onto his face. Sirius had been staring at me the whole time and I slapped him in the head. "It's rude to stare, Black."

Peter Pettigrew just continued eating, no greeting, no hello. Well, what was I expecting, a serenade?

"She's got a point, Siri," said Mary, using her nickname for him.

"Well, Mary, my mother never cared enough to teach me basic rules. Remus is still teaching me how to go to the bathroom. Isn't that right, Remus?" Mary rolled her eyes at his stupid comment.

Remus looked up again. "He has terrible aim. That's why he still on the sitting down lesson." Sirius didn't even blush, I have to give him credit, I would've glowed brighter than the sun.

"My aim isn't terrible, Remus. It's just off, you've watched me pee before, you would know!" Black cried.

"Sirius, I have never watched you pee and I never plan on it. I can just tell from the puddles of pee in the bathroom that you have terrible aim," came Remus' remark. Mary, Black, Potter, Pettigrew, Lupin, and myself laughed.

"Sirius, we've been trying to let you down gently. But Remus thought that it would be better if you took a step down," said Potter, the smile on his face growing and his hazel eyes sparking with laughter behind his square-rimmed glasses.

"What's the next step down?" asked Black who was narrowing his gray eyes.

"Mate, it's time for diapers," came Potter's easy reply. I hate how he does everything, like it's so simple, like only the Great James Potter can do it. Take Quidditch for example, he believes he's the greatest Chaser to ever walk the Earth, and so does everyone else. Except me, that is.

Black just shook his head. "I'm never ever going to wear a diaper." Potter laughed. Another thing I hate about him. He finds everything funny, and it irks me.

"Fine, but then you'll never get another date. No girl wants to date a fourteen-year old guy, even if he's on the Quidditch team, if he can't pee in the toilet."

Black pouted and then smiled. "Only these two know that I can't pee in the toilet."

I smiled, too. "Not anymore, Black. It seems Mary is out for a little revenge and a large laugh." His eyes darted around the room and landed on four yellow banners with glowing pink letters. It read: Sirius Black makes puddles on the floor when he pees!

The banners had darted to each House table. That had been my idea. While the boys had been talking about Sirius, Mary and I decided to do something to Sirius. Potter howled with laughter, as did Remus and Pettigrew. Black just pouted and glowed with embarrassment, which was probably the first time in his life. Potter noticed something else on the banner also.

"It seems Mary isn't the only one responsible, Evans." We had this thing where we only used surnames. I wouldn't dare let him speak my name.

I smiled at him, but it wasn't a warm smile. "How would you know that, Potter?" I stressed his name a little.

His smile faded. "Well, it says 'Courtesy of L. Evans and M. Macdonald' on the banner." I shrugged, so what if it was me, too?

Everyone who read the banner started pointing at Sirius and the girls looked like they never wanted to be near him again. Potter raised his eyebrows at me. "Well, Evans, are you going to do something about this, 'cause I will. Nobody wants a sad Sirius and my revenge is just a little more thought out then yours."

I wordlessly picked up my wand. I did not want Revenge of Potter. I had it last year after I poured maple syrup and flour on him. He's not kidding when he says that. To any sane person, it would sound like a ghost who made pottery was haunting me. The letters on the banner now read: Yaxley can't read this! Watch how his mind goes blank!

Potter lowered his eyebrows, which I was thankful for. It's quite creepy after a while. He stood up to leave. It was a game day and he was dressed in his Quidditch gear, as was Black. Breakfast was over now and I didn't have anything to eat as I was too disgusted by listening about Black's bathroom problems. I grabbed a blueberry muffin (my favorite) and walked out of the Great Hall. Retying my red and gold striped scarf, I walked hurriedly to the Quidditch Pitch with Mary. I'm not the biggest fan of Quidditch but I refuse to diss it in front of Marlene – one of my best friends, Potter, or Black. It's out of fear.

I took a seat next to Remus, Peter, and Mary. Remus' light brown hair was being tousled by the wind. Pettigrew's blonde hair was doing the same. All of a sudden, I heard a zoom and I saw red-clad figures swoop past, going so fast it hurt, on brooms. Quidditch is a decent enough sport, it's just I'm not too keen on heights. In our flying class in first year, I went into the air and kept climbing until I was fifty feet up or something. I wanted to go back down but the bloody broom wouldn't listen. While I was shaking in terror, Madam Skit, the flying instructor, shouted instructions to people on the ground. She had wanted to use me as an example and to demonstrate how a good flier would save someone else. So naturally, Potter was picked to come to my rescue. I really hated being the damsel in distress; it sucks. He had gotten to me in about two seconds and I was still panicking.

Potter had steered his broom close to mine and said, "Evans, get on my broom. I'll take you back down." Of course I said no, which only made the situation more difficult. He had smiled and wrapped his arm around me. I pushed him off but even at eleven he was too strong. I resisted, but finally gave in, wanting nothing more than to have my feet touch the ground. I climbed onto the back of his broom and grabbed the back of his shirt. He guided my hands around his waist, but seriously, I didn't want too.

Potter grabbed my broom from its airborne position and flew back down in a gentle slope. That was the only time I can really say I was thankful he was there. He had never rubbed it in my face that he was a better flier.

Anyway, back to the game. A commentator called the names of the players on the Gryffindor team. Captain and Chaser Rick Mane, Chaser James Potter, Chaser Lara Sunfield, Beater Sirius Black, Beater Marlene McKinnon, Keeper Toby Pike, and Seeker Heidi Bush!

Cheers from Gryffindor and boos from Slytherin, the sound magnified in my eardrums and could have probably made a deaf person even more deaf so that they wouldn't even be able to feel the vibrations.

The Slytherins flew out and took their respecting sides on the pitch. For the Slytherin team: Chaser Ashton Bates, Chaser Jack Brutt, Chaser Mark Lead, Captain and Beater Link Yaxley, Beater Johnny Greengrass, Keeper Margie Shrill, and Seeker Regulus Black!

It was the Gryffindor's turn to boo and the Slytherin's to cheer. Madam Skit said, "I want a fair game. Captains, shake hands." Rick Mane and Link Yaxley strode towards one another. Yaxley was squeezing the life out of Mane's fingers. They were turning blue, but Mane didn't even flinch. They released each other and straddled their brooms.

Skit blew her whistle and the team was off.

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