Illegal
James paced back and forth. He didn't like this at all. Sirius had to be joking.
"You have to be taking the mickey out of me." Sirius looked at James, an arresting look on his face. For once in his life, the boy was following the suite of his name.
"We have to do something to help him. James, he is suffering." Sirius was almost pleading. James regarded the boy heavily before sagging onto his bed, suddenly feeling like a seventeen year old rather than his twelve year old self.
Glancing at his bedroom door, he looked back at Sirius.
"If we get caught…" he muttered under his breath. Sirius grinned, suddenly ecstatic.
"Yes!"
"Sirius!" James tried to say, the boy too euphoric to hear James point out that they could end up killed if this goes wrong.
"I hope we know what we're doing…" he muttered under his breath as Sirius jumped up and down on the bed.
