Diclaimer: i dont own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognise however Phoebe and Jemma are mine :D

A/N: first fanfic hope you like, and i know its not really getting into the story yet as its setting the scene but it will soon i promise, ive wrote up till chapter 10 so hopefully if people like it i will be able to update quite quickly xx


Chapter two –

James POV

Errr... I'm never drinking fire whiskey again.

After McGonagall was finally done shouting at us for being drunk and missing all our morning classes she then set us to work cleaning the mess we had made in the room of requirement, muggle style. My head was pounding as me and the rest of the marauders scrapped the wet paper off the ceiling and re-stuffed all the pillows and couches.

After four hours of cleaning and a simple dismissal from McGonagall we slumped up the stairs to bed, where we stayed until the next morning to hung over to talk or move. Instead it gave me time to wallow in self pity and depression at my dismal life where the only one I truly love can't stand to be around me.

Lily POV

I waited in the morning for James to come down to the common room but by nine he still hadn't shown up, afraid of being late for lesson with McGonagall, I left the common room rushing towards transfiguration. It was a class that I shared with James – in fact I was in every class with James. I hoped he would be in class waiting, but when I got there I was disappointed his and all his friends seats were empty.

I walked to my seat behind Phoebe and Jemma who were in an in depth conversation about who was cuter Jack from Hufflepuff or Laurence from Ravenclaw. They turned around to greet me before McGonagall strode in demanding silence as she began class.

I paid little attention to her lecture as I wondered where the Marauders were, and more importantly were James was. I didn't see any of the Marauders for the rest of the day, but by lunch rumours about the lads in question had started to circulate.

As I wondered into the great hall for lunch with Phoebe and Jemma my closest friends and mate's, we walked into a sea of whispers surrounding the infamous Marauders. We sat in our usual spot on the Gryffindor table, and joined the conversation.

By the end of lunch I was in a state shock, I had been fully informed of why the Marauders hadn't been in any lessons all day, and I couldn't help feeling slightly to blame. Their drunken antics had shocked me , apparently they had trashed the room of requirement and drank six bottles of fire whiskey, normally only two bottles were required between four to get drunk, so the fact that they had had six made my stomach churn at the mere thought of consuming that much alcohol.

I wanted to go and find them but I couldn't find the courage to go see them. If my words had managed to lead James to consume that much alcohol I was sure it meant that I had hurt him badly and he wouldn't want to see me. Some Gryffindor I am, too scared to go apologise and tell him my true feelings.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, I hoped to catch a glimpse of James but no such site occurred. I went to bed earlier then necessary. Things hadn't gone back to normal as Phoebe and me thought it would, instead I was lay in bed wondering what was going on in James head and if he was alright.


A/N: thanks to lily orange and Alita Black for your reviews :D

please review if you read the story as i really want to know what people think and how i can improve :) this is my first fanfic and i know theres always room for improvement :)

thanks for reading :D love tanny apple xxx