a/n- Sorry its been too long! My wi-fi went out and . . . yeah. . . A big thanks to Ajdhd and also morganna12 for leaving reviews for the first chapter! It made my day! Prompt for this Chapter is "Hospital Visits," didn't go the way I wanted, and not my favorite piece but here it is.

Chapter 2- Bruises

Year 3- Mid-December

It was early afternoon when they Hospital Wing became over run with students. The quidditch match of Gryffindor versus Slytherin had been made a bit more interesting by the "incidental" release of three extra bludgers. No one knew whose fault it was exactly, but if it had been meant to thwart Gryffindor, the perpetrator hadn't succeeded. Gryffindor won the match 250 to 220.

Two bludgers had found a way to tear apart the Gryffindor section of the spectators, no one was critically injured, rather they found themselves with very large splinters, some broken bones, and the occasional panic attack from the occasional first year. There were some that would find it very amusing to see the first years in such a state. All of whom had front row seats to the debacle playing out in the Hospital.

Only one member of Gryffindor's team ended up in the Hospital, much to his embarrassment and chagrin. He and his mates were the "some" that enjoyed seeing the panic and mayhem that the bludgers had given, although none of the boys had instigated the incident. After the fact though, they would wish they had been the ones to release the bludgers. It would have made a good uproar.

"Aw, c'mon Poppy," a raggedy looking young man in his stained and bloodied quidditch robes groaned trying to push the skilled hand of the healer away. It was a feeble attempt and she was easily able to work around it. He tried to push his glasses up with his other hand, but the thin rectangular rims hung crooked on his nose. "'S not that bad."

"Not that bad? Mister Potter, not one, not two, but three bludgers ramrodded you over a hundred feet in the air." Madam Pomfrey tsked as she flicked her wand around James' head. "This is the exact opposite of "not that bad." It's a miracle it wasn't all five!"

"I've had worse!"

"Which is why I don't trust your judgement," Madam Pomfrey gave James Potter a rather terrifying glare and turned her attention to the three other young men at James' bedside. "If he leaves his bed, I'm coming after the lot of you."

Lingering her intense stare at Sirius Black in particular, Poppy Pomfrey shook her head before leaving to rifle through her potions cabinet. Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew edged closer to James' bedside. Peter danced on the toes of his feet looking more pained than James was.

Muttering under his breath, James leaned back in his bed stifling the gasp of pain spreading through his body. Fantastic. He glared at his mates. "Get me out of here!"

"Give us fifteen minutes," Sirius grinned ruffling James' hair. He winked to Peter who put his restless energy into edging toward the door. Brushing back his hair from his face, Sirius tried to resituate his quidditch robes that clung to his lean frame awkwardly. But he wore it well. "We stashed an extra pack of dungbombs in a suit of armor around the corner."

"Even Filch hasn't noticed," Peter said proudly, his blonde hair slicked back neatly. His chubby fingers brushed at a few loose strands but that seemed to only make things worse. "Don't worry James, it'll be done in no time."

"As hilarious as it would be to watch Poppy chase you lot around the castle," Remus drawled taking a seat at the foot of James' bed. "He was unconscious for over twenty minutes."

"Oh c'mon Moony!" Sirius cried. He gestured frantically to James who blinked dazedly between his mates. "Look at him! James is wasting away in here! Plus, there's a party in the Common Room."

"Yeah, Moony," James and Peter whined at the same time. Cackling madly at their synchronized speak, James and Peter did an awkward handshake, that really should never be displayed in public.

Remus looked too tired to want to argue more. The full-moon was fast approaching again and he wasn't in the mood to try and argue with his friends.

Madam Pomfrey returned with a few different vials in her hands. Placing them on a tray she handed one to Remus. "Pepper-up, no use looking like that on a day like this."

"Exactly," Sirius declared. "James is fine, Poppy, give him a pepper-up too, all's well."

"No." Jutting a finger to the door Madam Pomfrey glared at the three boys until they slowly shuffled and squeaked away.

"We'll just be out here," Peter said morosely stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Out by the armor. Not causing problems."

The three boys cackled together slipping out of the Hospital before Madam Pomfrey could throw a pillow at them. With an exasperated look at James, the healer hurried off to take care of a Slytherin player. Peaking up with interest, James realized who it was. How had he and his mates looked this over?

Laying in a bed with his already sour face appearing sourer still, Severus Snape was alone. He was able to sit up decently well on his own, and it didn't even look like he needed to be there. Besides the arm that was in a sling. James hadn't even realized that he'd been injured in the game. Of course, it probably happened after James had been knocked out. He grimaced, he was never going to live that down. But it did help matters if Snivellus was stuck in here too.

A screen was pulled up around most of the bed, so James couldn't get a good look at the greasy haired boy. That just wouldn't do. Glancing around, James noted that the other patrons were either consumed with their visitors or sleeping. Pomfrey was whisking around distributing potions and finally disappeared into the back room.

Many of the students injured in the bludger fiasco were being released. Most were patched up without so much as a bandage or potion. Soon, it was just James, Snivellus, and a few students who'd been nearer the brute force of the bludgers.

"Excellent," James breathed. Pushing his glasses up his nose, they were unfortunately still broken from the game, he shoved his covers off and looked around for his wand. Unfortunately, it seemed Pomfrey had confiscated it. Scowling, James sat up slowly. He would have to do this the old-fashioned way.

As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, James was introduced to a new sort of pain that he really, really did not enjoy. Sputtering through every muscle and neuron in his body, it was sharp and hot. A string of curses bubbled on his mouth, but James couldn't seem to spew them out.

"Blasted bludgers," he finally uttered as his eyes filled with tears. Hurriedly he blinked them away. There was no way he would cry over a little fall. Just as he was about to try and stand, the Hospital door burst open and McGonagall entered, her robes swept around her as she glanced over her shoulders.

"Mr. Black I'd better not see the lot of you out here by the time I return," she was about to give a threat of detention when her eyes landed on James. Oh, dear. "Mr. Potter what, by the grace of Merlin, do you think you are doing?"

James groan, "I'm just stretching my legs!"

Pomfrey was on him in an instant pushing him (gently) back on the bed. "Do I need to restrain you?"

"I'm fine!" He tried to say it in a dignified manner, but that jolt of pain ran through his body again causing him to let out a sharp cry.

"Potter I will let Poppy stun you if that's what it takes," McGonagall threatened. But through the new wave of tears (which really was just a bit of dust in his eyes) James saw McGonagall's features soften. But only for a moment. "I will keep your boys out of here if you try anything else."

This time James was able to let out a groan, that was at a decent decibel.

"Drink this," Pomfrey said as she nearly stuffed an entire vial in James' mouth. Coughing as the potion slipped down his throat with a strange tingling sensation, James shook his head.

"A little warning?" he wheezed, but the healer was already gone and James was staring right at a particular red head with sharp green eyes. Oh dear, how much had she seen? "Hello, Evans!"

"You've got spit on your chin," she responded. Without so much as a second glance she marched off to Snivellus' bed, where McGonagall already was.

Fine thanks, yes still alive, he thought to himself as he dragged his sleeve over his chin. It's not like we ran around the entire castle together or anything.

"You know nothing of the bludgers," McGonagall's voice carried, very lightly, across the Hospital.

James snapped to attention sitting up as best he could. Snape had released the bludgers? It didn't really surprise James, but at the same time he had a hard time believing it. Even Snivellus could have been able to sneak down to Madam Hooch's storage cupboard's to get the extra bludgers. He'd been in the game the whole time. As much as he'd like to blame Snape, James couldn't see him as a logical suspect.

Snape muttered something that James didn't catch, but McGonagall huffed with displeasure. It was a bit different from the one that James always heard when directed at him. This time it seemed more…angry?

"Your Head of House will continue to ask you about this until a reasonable response is given," McGonagall said. Snape gave no response. After a moment, James heard the swish of her robes. He snapped his eyes shut knowing she might say something to him, he didn't want Evans and especially Snape knowing he had heard the conversation.

It wasn't until the large oak doors of the Hospital shut that James opened his eyes again. Evans was seated at Snape's bedside, her back to James.

"I'll believe you if you say you had nothing to do with it," Lily said quietly. Trying not to make a sound, James inched to the edge of his bed to listen more carefully.

"I didn't do anything," Snape snapped, a bit less quiet than Lily was.

Lily made a disgruntled noise and her chair shifted. "But you knew about it. Didn't you? Sev, more people could have been hurt. And a lot more seriously than what we saw today."

"But they weren't," Snape laughed bitterly shifting in his bed his eyes grazing over to James. Shutting his eyes quickly, James hoped he looked as dead to the world as he felt.

"So, you don't deny you knew about it?" Lily asked. Her chair creaked again and James, through the slits of his eyes, saw that she was leaning forward. She and Snape stayed like that for several moments. Enough for James to realize that maybe he really was tired. "Sev, this is why my friends have a hard time liking you."

"I don't care about them," Snape muttered shifting to sit up in his bed. "It doesn't matter to me what they think."

Lily sighed and in his foggy mind James watched as she stood to leave. "That's what bothers me Severus."

Letting his eyes completely shut, James fell back into the dreamlike world that was pulling at him. Even though he was fine and would much rather be with his mates, James let the drug induced sleep call to him. He would say later he had dreamt of soft fingers pulling his glasses off and a sweet, calm voice whispering reparo before he was completely asleep.

.*.*.

Two weeks later James found himself as good as new, not even a limp to keep him from running away from Filch after curfew. Of course, most of it came from Madam Pomfrey hunting him down when he didn't come back to the Hospital for a check-up. And the Quidditch captain, Ezra Wood, continuously hounded on him to heal up, and quick. But, other than that, everything was glorious. Even with the full moon.

"C'mon Pete, Remus'll be back by now!" James called over his shoulder. The too early morning light leaked through the windows and caused Peter to mourn his lost sleep again.

"J-J-James," Peter stuttered through a yawn. "I don't think he'll even be awake by now, nor will Pomfrey let us wake him up.

"We'll be there for when he does," James rolled his eyes and skidded around a corner to the Hospital Wing. "Just like always. Sirius is coming right behind us with some food."

Peter huffed again but continued dutifully after his friend. "You know Remus hates eating after it's over."

"Yes, but it's good for him," James responded as they came to a stop before the great doors of the Wing. Carefully the boy with messy black hair eased into the wing waving for Peter to follow.

Quietly the two boys walked through the Hospital to the one bed that was occupied. Madam Pomfrey was already awake administering to the sleeping boy. As Peter and James approached, she said nothing but gave them a very hard glare.

Miming that his lips were sealed, James pulled up a chair to Remus' bedside and sat patiently. Peter remained standing at the foot of the bed gripping the cool iron frame until his knuckles turned white.

"He really doesn't look good," James muttered. Not one for silence he would usually say whatever was on his mind.

"Ya think?" Peter scoffed. His muscles twitched and released the bed to pace around the small space around Remus' bed. "I just wish there was something we could do."

James hummed in response and checked his watch. "Quarter to six, Sirius'll be here soon."

Just as James spoke the Hospital doors opened again and Sirius bounded in, a sack of food swinging from one hand.

"Speak of the devil," Pete mused as Sirius came to a stop before them, his breath was ragged and harsh. He'd probably ran the whole way from the Kitchens to the Hospital.

"I hope you mean devilishly handsome Petey," Sirius grinned. He brandished the food proudly. "We feast this morning boys!"

Someone cleared their throat and the boys all winced, slowly looking over to where Madam Pomfrey stood, hands on his hips. "Boys."

"We will feast quietly." Sirius whispered and carefully pulled a chair over so he could sit. "Please?"

"Why do I bother?" muttered the healer as she walked to Remus' side. She adjusted a bandage wrapped around one of his hands, checked his temperature and gave the boys one last glare before heading back to her office.

The boys cheered silently and situated themselves so they could eat at Remus' side. The sandy haired boy didn't stir as the minutes passed by and the others grew progressively louder.

"Peter made a good point," James said as he finished off the last sausage link. Squeaking in surprise Peter looked at him. "I'm serious Pete, there has to be something we can do."

"Do?" Sirius didn't look convinced. "He has a "furry little problem" Peter, not a cold."

Peter shrugged. "I just thought, there had to be something to help or make it easier for him."

"I think he's right," James said resting his feet on the side of Remus' bed.

"I never said he was wrong," Sirius grumbled flicking his hair out of his eyes. "It's just, what can we do?"

"Not up for a little challenge?" James grinned wickedly.

Raising an eyebrow, Sirius made a sound of disapproval. "I am always up for a challenge James."

"This one may actually require work," the boy with messy hair dropped his legs and leaned toward his mates. "And may be a bit dangerous."

"Dangers good," Sirius nodded, "work I'm so certain. I do enjoy the time I have to lay around doing nothing."

"What kind of work?" Peter asked not convinced. He glanced to where Madam Pomfrey had emerged from her office and began organizing potions for the day.

James shrugged, but his eyes were alive with their usual mischief. "It was something I read in the Defense book."

The door to the hospital suddenly opened shutting James up effectively. Hurriedly, the boys tried to arrange themselves as innocently as possible, Peter stuffing the last of the rolls in his mouth, Sirius downing the pumpkin juice, and James flicking crumbs away. Remus gave a small groan and his head flopped over.

While Peter began choking on the dry rolls, Sirius guiltily tried to offer him the last dregs of the juice. Wheezing from lack of oxygen, Peter grappled for James to help him, but the young Potter boy became preoccupied when Lily Evans shut the door to the Hospital and briskly walked over to them. She paid no attention to James, Sirius, or Peter. Instead she set a steaming cup of tea on Remus' bedside table and turned on her heel to leave. Something seemed to catch her attention as she took the empty cup from Sirius.

"Augimenti," she said. Clean water rushed out of her wand filling the cup to the brim. Lily offered the cup the Peter who drank greedily.

"What're you doing here Evans?" Sirius asked suspiciously. He lazily twirled his wand in his fingers watching the red head carefully.

"I heard Remus was ill, and I know that he likes tea," Lily said quietly. She didn't look at any of the boys but Remus who began to snore lightly.

Peter finally gained control of himself. Wiping the water mustache from his lip, he nodded approvingly to Lily. "Evans, I could kiss you. Thanks."

James whacked Peter on the shoulder telling him to shut-up.

"You can show you appreciation through chocolate," Lily flipped her hair over a shoulder, but James could see she was fighting off a smile. Without saying anything else she turned to leave.

When she reached the door of the infirmary, James realized that it had been entirely inconvenient for her to save a cup of tea and even bother to walk up several flights to the Hospital. Their first class of the day was Potions all the way in the Dungeons after all. "Hey Evans?"

Lily paused halfway through the door. Her green eyes sparkled brilliantly in the light that grew in the windows.

"Thanks."

With a curt nod, Lily Evans left the Hospital Wing.

"But really though lads," Peter muttered aiming his wand at the cup like Lily had done. "You couldn't have given me a bit of water?"

As he tried the incantation water spurted out of Peter's wand at an alarming rate and began spewing everywhere. In less than five minutes all three boys were drenched.

"What have you done now?" the soft scraggly voice of Remus Lupin caught the boys attention long enough for them not to strangle Peter.

With a whoop of joy Peter's wand arm flicked and another jet of water spurt out effectively hitting Remus in the face.

"OUT!"

.*.*.

a/n- hey friends, thanks for the reviews of the first chapter! So, yeah, I really appreciate it! You rock! Really, this story is pointless, just gonna be one shots trailing the years of Marauder Era antics. Please, please send requests if there's a scene or idea that you'd like to see and I'll do my best to respond. Also, any au requests, I would love to see/work on too. Y'all are the best!