James POV

I lifted the blade to the skin below my elbow and cut straight into it. I hissed in pain but that feeling was soon replaced by a sense of relief. It was like I was high on the sight of my blood and the burning, stinging sensation coming from the gashes in my arm. I watched the blood drip from the cut and ripple across old scars.

I knew Sirius must be getting suspicious. Everytime I took long in the washroom he always aked "why" and I would say something along the lines of "just wanking." Then he would say "Are you sure you're not turning into a bird?" But I can't stop thinking about how he looks at my arms a little longer and then shakes his head.

What is he thinking? I only wish I could Know. But I probably never will and you know what, I guess I'm fine with that. It's not like he's confronted me on it, I don't know what I'd do if he did.