I know, I know, I've been incredibly, incredibly slack…
But here's another chapter for you…
Thanks Annamh, for reminding me of my poor, neglected stories…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these lovely characters, they have been created by the beautiful and talented JK Rowling, blah, blah, blah, (your general ass-kissing disclaimer, you know how it goes.)
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((James's POV))
How could he tell him?
His best friend, the guy he'd known forever, the one who would be the gofather of his child.
How could he tell him something like this?
Guilty thoughts whirled around James' head as he walked to the great hall.
"Hey Prongs, wait the fuck up!" called a familiar vouce from behind him.
James pretended not to hear, his thoughts forgotten for a moment as he planned his revenge.vHe could hear Sirius running up behind him. Casually, he put out one leg just a little to the side and as Sirius came running up behind him…
"Woah!"
There was a crash as the tall teen came crashing to the floor.
"Prongs you stupid git, what the hell was that for?" yelled Sirius.
"Oh nothing, maybe for something little like waking me up at dawn this morning" replied James casually. And being with the woman I love, the thought popped into his head involuntarily.
No, He cried to himself, That's not the way it works. Sirius got to her first. She loves him.
He shook his head, as if to shake the thought right out of his head, as if to leave it lying in the floor behind him.
"O-Kay," said Sirius, "You're normal."
"Shut Up Padfoot!" yelled James angrily, instantly shocked at the animosity in his voice.
"Uh, Jeez, James. No need, to get your knickers in a twist. I'll talk to you later."
Sirius stormed off, wondering what the hell was up with his best friend.
If only you knew, Padfoot, thought James, and he continued his walk to the great Hall.
He arrived about five minutes later to find Sirius waiting for him at the door.
"Hey Prongs, what's up with you, man? You seem all troubled and shit."
"I'm fine, Padfoot, I'm just in a shitty mood today, alright? That's all!"
"Alright man, whatever. Let's eat, I'm starving."
They made their way over to the Gryffindor table and sat down in their usual places. James was just finishing his second serving of 'the usual' (everything within a 3 metre radius of him) when Lily walked over.
"Hey boys," she said, sitting down between them.
James was torn, half of him wanting to take her in his arms and ravish her right there, the other half wanting to get the hell out of there before he did something stupid.
He settled for option number two.
"Well, I'm done," he said, setting his fork down and getting up.
"Seriously man," said Sirius, a concerned look on his face, "Are you sure you're okay? I mean, usually you pig out. You've only had 2 of your usual 7 helpings today."
"Ha ha ha," replied James sarcastically. "I do not have 7 servings."
"Oh my bad, my bad," said Sirius, "Eight, my mistake."
James whacked Sirius over the back of his head with the newest issue of the Daily Prophet.
"I'll see you later," he said, and walked off, not knowing where he was going and trying not to look downright depressed.
He ended up on the quidditch pitch.
"That's what I need," he muttered to himself, "I need to fly."
He grabbed his broom from the broom shed and mounted it, taking off and soaring high over the castle.
He grinned to himself as the wind rushed by his ears, and, feeling daring, performed a loop-de-loop in mid air.
"YEAH," he yelled, feeling freer then he had for days.
He flew a lap of the lake and circled back toward the castle, giving himself a running commentary as he flew.
"And Potter is showing some amazing flying skills today, bypassing the Whomping Willow, now skimming just over the treetops of the forbidden forest, and what's this? Weaving between the trees on the outskirts? This is great prowess being shown by the young flying superstar, as he comes round a sharp corner, executing a perfect turn and…"
He stopped. He had just come round a corner and there, sitting in the sun, holding hands, was Lily and Sirius.
Sirius said something to her and she laughed softly, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.
James couldn't take any more. He mounted the broom once more and took off, flying back to the quidditch pitch and putting his broom away.
He walked up to the Gryffindor tower and threw himself onto his bed.
"Alright Potter?" asked Frank Longbottom as he pulled the curtains shut around himself.
"I'm fine Frank," said James.
But really he had never been less so.
What am I going to do? He asked himself, I can't tell Sirius, it would kill him. Or else he would kill me. But I'll die anyway if I have to keep on seeing them together. I have to tell him. Wait, I can't. But I have to. What am I going to do?
And with that, he magicked the daylight out of his bunk, ran his hands through his hair and turned onto his side, burying his face in his pillow.
If he was asleep, he wouldn't have to see anything.
Anyway, hope you liked this chapter, I know it's not the longest chapter in the world, but I seem to only write small chapters.
I'll try to be less slack and write more often.
I promise?
Reviews are loved !!!
xx.