James woke up. James automatically knew something was wrong. Why he knew that, well it was because his legs felt colder than usual. He pulled back the covers, to find that his pajama bottoms were missing. Strange. Nevertheless, he got up to change. I mean, it wasn't like anyone was going to see him. Right? He was alone. He grabbed a shirt off of the chair that he put his laundry on the night before. He put it on. It was a little small, but at least he could still kind of move his arms. He went to his dresser to get his trousers out, but they weren't there. Not a single pair. Oh no. This was bad. This was really bad. how was he going to get through classes? There was only one thing to do. He would have to go to his old dorm and ask the rest of the Marauders (And Frank, but he was even taller than James, who was around six foot four, so that obviously was never going to work). But that would also mean that he would have to travel across the school. Damn. But it was inevitable. He gulped and walked out out of his room into the Head common room. He looked around for a certain Miss Head Girl. Good, she wasn't there.

"James?" Bugger. He turned around to see Lily, looking at him curiously. Great. Now he would have to explain to her why he was standing there in a too-small shirt and underwear.

"Lily! Hey…Um…" But before he could stutter out an excuse, she started laughing uncontrollably.

"What?" He demanded.

"Its just…that's my shirt!" She wheezed out. It was then that he looked down at what he was wearing. Sure enough, it was her shirt. It was lavender with some Muggle singer on it.

"Damn it! Why was your shirt in my room?" He asked, rounding on Lily.

"Remember when you offered to wash my clothes for me?" She asked, crossing her arms. Oh yeah.

"Oh yeah…"

"Well anyways, I need it back right now." She said, holding her hand out.

"What! Are you mad? I need this!" He said, clutching at his shirt.

"James…" She said warningly, pulling out her wand and touching it to his face, "I love that shirt. And if you stretch it, rip it, or stain it, I will end you. And seeing as damaging the shirt is unavoidable, you have to fork it over right now. Unless, of course, you want to have no hair." She is truly terrifying with a wand.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes and pulled her shirt over his head. He noticed her eyebrows go up after he took it off. He smirked.

"Evans…was this a trap to get me to not wear a shirt?"

She walked over and punched him in the arm, "No, and shut up!" And with that, she walked back into her dorm to get ready for school. Or so he thought.

He made his way downstairs. Okay. He could do this. It was just going to take some Gryffindor course. A lot of Gryffindor courage. Almost all his Gryffindor courage. Shoot. He took a deep breath and walked out the portrait hole. No one there. He could not believe his luck. He started walking to Gryffindor Tower, feeling a lot more optimistic. He was around halfway to the Tower, when he saw them. Them being a large swarm of students leaving the Great Hall. He ran and hid behind a suit of armor in the hall. Bugger. He really should have thought to bring the Cloak with him. And to get one of his own shirts before he left. He really was an idiot, wasn't he?

"Hey! Is that James Potter hiding over there?" He could tell it was a first year girl by the voice. Stupid first years. Always ruining everything.

"Yeah, it is him!" Third year boy.

"What is he wearing?" Fifth year girl

"I don't think he's wearing anything!" That sounded like a seventh year girl. She sounded excited. Pervert.

"Okay. James has done some pretty bold things in the past, but I don't think he'd go nude. He is Head Boy." Good old Remus.

"I don't know, maybe he decided to finish his seventh year with a bang!" Shove it Sirius.

"It's March." Peter pointed out.

"Maybe he's dropping out. Maybe he decided that he was too stupid and awful to continue school." Thats it he couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh shut up Snivellus!" Oh no. That was his voice. He said it. He had also stepped out of his hiding place. He was stupid.

"OH MY GOD! JAMES IS IN HIS UNDERWEAR!" The pervy seventh year screamed. All of a sudden, a bunch of girls of all ages ran towards him. Normally, he would find it flattering. Now, when he had next to no clothes on, it was very frightening.

He knew what he had to do. He had to run through the mob. Oh boy.

He took a deep breath and started running into the crowd. There were a lot of cheers. There were also a lot of hands touching him. In a lot of places. Whatever was in the water at Hogwarts, he needed to make sure that no one ever drinks it again.

Suddenly, There was something sharp poking his arse. Then he felt tightening around his waist, and then a rip. He looked down in horror, to see nothing at all. He covered his…um…areas, and ran even faster, trying to ignore the deafening sound of teenage girls cheering. They were insane. Absolutely mad. Plus their hormones? Girls are very deadly. Screw amortentia, just walk out in your underwear and you'll get the same effect. Anyway, back to the ripping thing.

He looked around for his boxers, until he found them. Crap.

His boxers were swinging in the air, supported by the sword that was a part of the suit of armor. And who was holding the sword? Freaking Miss Lily Evans, that's who. With that blasted falsely sweet smile. She'll pay for it later. He really wanted to do anything but try to fight her for his boxers while completely naked.

He groaned and made his way to his friends, who were laughing uncontrollably. Peter was laughing so hard that he was crying and squirming on the floor. Remus was trying to be a good friend and hide it, but his pale face was becoming red and his eyes were tearing up. But the worst by far was Sirius, because he was laughing loudly and taking pictures.

"Smile for the camera Prongsie!" He yelled as he took around his hundredth picture. It was an instant camera that Remus had worked on for a month to take wizard photos. After he had apparently taken a decent amount, he put the camera away. James sighed happily, thinking that the worst was over, until:

"PICTURES FOR SALE! ALL IT WILL COST IS FIVE GALLEONS!" He announced, waving his free hand in the air. All of the girls turned to him and dashed over to buy a picture. James glares at him. But Sirius just laughs.

"What the hell Padfoot?" He yelled.

"What? Just a teenage boy, trying to make a profit." He shrugged as he sold his last one.

"Nevermind…I need a favor." Sirius was around his size. So was Remus. But he was closer to Sirius. But there was one pro for Remus he couldn't remember…

"What kind of favor?" Sirius asked, interrupting his thinking.

"I need to borrow one of your uniforms."

"No way! After this little display, girls will be attacking you constantly to try to get your hands on you. I don't exactly have all the clothes in the world you know. Plus, you need boxers. And there is no way I'm giving you some of mine." He exclaims, folding his arms. Damn.

"You can borrow my clothes." Remus offers, "But…keep the boxers." There was the pro. Remus was nicer.

"Thank you so much Moony. You are my new bestest friend."

"Hey! You wounded me!" Sirius says, clutching his chest.

"Good. Let's go to the tower then." On that cue, the three boys acted as a curtain for James, covering him from the frantic crowd of teenage girls, until they got back to the dorm.

It really is nice to have best mates.