If Flowers Could Fall For Me

If flowers could fall for me,
What colors would they be?
Would they follow me far away?
Or find some brighter place to stay?

If an artist would picture me,
What vision would he see?
Would I dance in the pouring rain?
Or mourn over my lover, slain?

If a poem were wrote of me,
What words would there be?
Would I be a love divine?
Or some miserable, old swine?

If a song were sung of me,
What would be the melody?
Would it be a happy song?
Or something boring and long?

If a prayer were said for me,
To which God would it be?
Would it be my horned hero?
Or would it be some clumsy zero?

If you would think of me,
What thoughts would those be?
Would you see me as I am?
Or would you see not but a lamb?

If you would come for me,
What lands would we see?
Would we go on some great steed?
Or would we follow others' lead?

If you would long for me,
What wonders would there be?
Would slay a great beast?
Or treat me to a wonderful feast?

If you would love me,
What a marvel that would be?
Would you give me your heart?
Or would you tear mine apart?

If you could love me,
What a spectacle that would be?
Would I fly on love's broad wings?
Or falter and fall to lesser things?

If you should love me,
What awe that would be?
Would you give into your desires?
Or would you burn me with heated wires?

If flowers could fall for me,
Where, then, would you be?
Would I find you in some dreary place?
Or in a window hung with lace?

If you would look at me,
What love you would see?
My heart's desires would leap tears from my eyes And diamonds would rain from the skies.

If you would come to me,
What passion there would be?
My hands would comb your body, long,
And no other man would hear my song.

If you could see the dreams in me,
What flowers there would be?
Would they fall at our feet?
Or pray to some other beat?

If you would love me,
If flowers could fall for us,
If songs should be sung of our love,
What then would I have to dream of?

-Danielle Juarez '06

A/N: Sorry for the wait!

Chapter Eight

As Sirius woke up from his drugged sleep he heard the most glorious sound. No it was not bacon sizzling or even an oven timer announcing that the cake was finished. No it was someone's voice. And that someone sounded incredibly irritated.

"… of all the humans to fancy, I just had to pick the crazy one!" Serena said in frustrated whisper.

"He's not crazy," James said.

"He tried to kill you, James!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, I'll give you that, but he must have had a good reason." James raised his eyebrows as though he had made a very good point.

"He thought that someone had kidnapped you and somehow stole your body to impersonate you. If that's not bloody mad, I don't know what is." Serena gripped the side of the hospital bed and gave James an exasperated look.

"Well, obviously you don't know what mad is," James said.

"Why are you defending him? He tried to kill you!" James walked around Sirius' hospital bed and pushed Serena into a seat.

"He has been one of the few things in this world that made staying worth it," James said, seriously. "He's a better friend to me than Nick or Mike ever were because he takes me as I am." Serena sighed and shook her head.

"But he doesn't know what you are. He can't look at you the way they do," she said. It was James' turn to sigh. They were quiet for a moment. "If you just told them-"

"James Potter wouldn't keep things from his best friend," Sirius said. James looked abruptly at Sirius before backing away from his hospital bed. "Don't worry, Pongs, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Are you sure?" James asked.

"AH HA! You aren't James Potter!" Sirius shouted. He started to struggle against the strapped that held him to the hospital bed.

"Not this again!" James said, aggravated.

"James Potter's nick name is 'Prongs' not 'Pongs'! You fell into the prefect trap, it's all the proof they'll need to lock you up and torture you into divulging where the real James Potter is!" James closed his eyes and hung his head.

"My best friend's gone bananas," he said.

"I have not gone bananas!" Sirius insisted. "I hate bananas! The fact that you didn't know that proves it even more! Serena, you believe me, don't you?" he asked the pretty girl that was currently staring at him in disbelief.

"Sirius, I want you to listen to me," she said.

"Best whisper it, don't want the imposter to overhear you." Serena put her hand over his mouth. Sirius smiled against her finger tips.

"I have an inkling that you might be mistaken," she said. Sirius started to protest but she silenced him. "Hear me out. When in the last few weeks has James not been by your side?" she asked. Serena let up her fingers for him to answer.

"It could have happened while we were sleeping," he said.

"Which would mean that the one that kidnapped James would have to be a Gryffindor. But why would a Gryffindor maliciously kidnap one of their own?"

"It could have been a Pagan!"

"But none of the Pagans have gone missing."

"It-it-it- I'm sorry," Sirius said suddenly.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell all those slutty girls to get off of me. I'm sorry that I was grinning like a madman when they jumped me. I'm sorry that I didn't try to go after you. I'm sorry that I didn't apologize sooner. I'm-"

"Sirius, stop!" Serena interrupted him.

"I'm sorry!"

"Sirius, I forgive you," she said sweetly.

"Really?"

"Yes, now if I unstrap you, do you promise not to try to hurt James?" she asked.

"Prongs?" Sirius looked up at his best friend. James was inching towards the door (incase Sirius still had it in for him) but stopped when he heard his nick name.

"Yes," he said uneasily.

"It is you!" Sirius exclaimed. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, mate! But you have to believe that I only had your best interests at heart."

"You're a bleeding lunatic," James said. "But that's why I like you." James helped Serena unstrap Sirius but remained weary of him, until being was pulled into a manly hug. "Ah, Sirius, you can let go now." Sirius disregarded what James had said and continued hugging him. "Sirius?"

"I thought you were dead in some creepy guy's basement, Prongs! Let me console myself," Sirius said. James looked at Serena and mouthed, 'help me.' She smiled.

"Sirius, when do I get my 'I'm sorry' hug?" she asked.

"Later dude!" Sirius pushed James aside and pulled Serena into his arms.

"An absolute lunatic," James said, as he left the hospital wing.

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James was doing something he rarely ever did. He was doing his homework in the Common Room while other people were still present. Noticing this Lily sat down next to James, obviously disturbed by the look of concentration on James' face. He looked up from his homework and at Lily.

"It's the essay for McGonagall," he said. "Or Professor McGonagall, sorry."

"Oh, that's fine," she said.

"It's just you said that it's rude to call professor's by just their surnames. And you're right, of course." James got quiet and watched Lily for a moment. When she did not say anything he turned back to his homework.

"I heard Black got out of the Hospital Wing," she said suddenly. James looked up at her again.

"Yeah, he did." Lily nodded and looked at her lap. James slowly went back to work.

"He didn't try to hurt you again, did he?" James noted that she sounded worried, or was that his imagination?

"Oh no," James said, "he suddenly realized that I couldn't possibly have been kidnapped. He was freaking because he had to apologize to Serena. Stupid blitter never had to apologize to a girl before."

"Are you saying that I had to wrestle that idiot down the hallway because he had to apologize?" she asked. She did not sound happy.

"Well, Evans, he is, as you so eloquently point out, an idiot," James said. Lily stood up and glowered at James.

"What, so it's 'Evans' again?" she asked.

"I'll call you whatever you want, Lily," James said. She plopped down on the coffee table behind her and stared at the floor. "Lily, I'm sorry if I upset you. I'll call you Lily all the time if you want."

"You don't have to do everything I say, James," she mumbled.

"Yeah, but I want to make you happy. I'm not sure that I ever have made you happy." Lily looked up at James.

"You've made me smile more times then I'm willing to admit," she said.

"I think you just did." She smiled and got up.

"Goodnight, James."

"Night, Lily."