A/N: sorry that there's not much accomplished here, I was just kinda bored and randomly typed this up...
-The day before-
"C'mon mate, we have to get you up to the Hospital Wing before you pass out!" was the last thing James Potter heard before he blacked out.
***
James woke up extremely sore.
His body ached all over, and he felt bruises everywhere.
He decided to open his eyes, which hurt, too.
"Mate! You're awake! Just a mo, lemme call the others. Oi! Padfoot! Moony! Prongs's awake!"
Remus and Sirius walked over to James' hospital bed from where they had been standing by the window.
"Prongsie! You're awake! I'm thrilled!" said Sirius, totally un- sarcastic. Seriously. He actually sounded genuine!
"Hey James! Glad to see you up. How do you feel?" Moony inquired.
"Sore…" James groaned. He felt stiff and awful. He also couldn't remember a thing.
"What happened!? All I remember is Lily…" he groaned again. Now he remembered…
"Er…"
None of the other three wanted to answer that. They shifted around guiltily.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! MY PATIENT NEEDS SLEEP!"
Enter Madam Pomfrey.
The able Marauders ran out of the room like Madam Pomfrey was after them.
Wait. She was.
James feigned sleep.
"Don't even try that with me, young man, I heard your voice among those others!"
James groaned, and this time, it had nothing to do with pain. They should've muffliato'd
it.
"…those boys, always up to some mischief or another…" Madam Pomfrey muttered under her breath, busying herself with her patients.
James fell back asleep with a smile on his face, for he had just thought of something.
***
Later that day, when he got back to his dormitory, he explained his idea to the Marauders.
A/N: Little green button. 'nuff said.