James Sirius Potter stretched. His arms were sore from a trophy with a burn mark on it that had taken an hour to scrub off. He looked over at Edward, who was stretching himself.

"Moony, I've never asked, but when and how did you become a werewolf?" James asked the sleepy boy.

"Umm, It was right before school started. I was walking home from a muggle friends house and then this big guy attacked me, gave me one bite in the shoulder. It's actually very painful. Then he turned back into a human, because it was almost dawn. He snarled something about being the son of a muggle, and ran off. He must have targeted me." Edward explained.

Frank and Quentin had woken from the sound of James's voice. Frank had his own question.

"Do the teachers know?"

"Only Madam Vacsain and Professor McGonagall. That's why I become a werewolf at all. McGonagall doesn't trust Professor Thueban enough for him to make me the Wolfsbane Potion."

"That must suck." Frank said, wincing. Quentin had his own question.

"Where do you go?"

"I'm not telling you, in case you follow me. But it's in Hogsmeade" he added, looking at their expressions. Frank's face lit up.

"It must be the Shreiking Shack! There's no where else you could go." The other boys nodded in agreement.

Edward sighed. "Fine. That's where I go. Don't follow me, I don't want to kill you, or worse, make you into a werewolf" and with that, he left for the bathroom to get ready.

"He needs to get his priorities straight" muttered Quentin, much to the amusement of Frank and James.

"You ready for Double Potions, Boys?" Asked Frank on the way.

"When am I ever ready for potions?" Replied James.

"I'm always ready." Answered Quentin with a smirk.

"At least we have that going for us." Finished Edward. This was their ongoing joke since the 3rd day of school.

They walked into the class and sat in their usual seats. James next to Quentin in the second row, Frank next to Edward in the third row.

FORGETFULLNESS POTION was written on the board as well as some instructions.

Students, start when you walk in.

1. Add 2 drops of Lethe River Water to your cauldron

2. Gently heat for 20 seconds

3. Add 2 Valerian sprigs to your cauldron

4. Stir 3 times, clockwise

5. Wave your wand

6. Leave to brew and return in 45-60 minutes

James stopped reading after this, and started brewing. He wasn't particularly good at Potions, but Quentin was next to him in case anything bad happened.

After he waved his wand, he left his perfect violet-colored potion (Quentin had helped him with the Valerian Sprigs, he had almost put in 3 sprigs) He let his gaze wander. Quentin had pulled out a book on the uses of potions ingredients, and Frank and Edward were struggling. Franks potion had turned baby blue. Edward was trying to correct it, even though his potion was lavender.

James nudged Quentin, and pointed to their friends. Quentin rolled his shoulders and started giving them directions.

James' gaze wandered again. Very few people had gotten the potion right. He wasn't even sure how Lysander Scamander, the Ravenclaw, (his twin brother Lorcan was a Hufflepuff)had managed to turn his white and glowing. Petunia Boot had turned hers indigo, and was frantically flipping through pages in the textbook to changes the color the few shades it needed to become violet.

Then James tore his gaze from the Ravenclaws to the sight in front of him. He froze cold. Colin Creevey, another Ravenclaw, was working with Amira. He started screaming hexes at Colin in his head when he saw them touching hands.

Then he stopped. Why did he care? Colin then nudged Amira in a clearly flirtatious manner. James couldn't take it anymore.

"Professor, can I go to the bathroom?" He asked out loud.

"Yes Mister Potter, but next time, go during breakfast." Answered Professor Theuban coldly. James almost sprinted out of the classroom, but remembered to walk. He slumped against a wall. Why did he care? James didn't know.

When he waited the appropriate amount of time, he walked back in the classroom. Colin and Amira weren't still touching, thankfully, but their heads were close together.

"You alright mate? You look ready to kill someone" Quentin whispered.

"I'm fine." Answered James shortly. He turned to his potion, which had turned periwinkle, just as the instructions said.

"You sure? You don't sound fine." Quentin said worriedly.

"I said I'm fine Quentin! Stop bothering me!" In truth, Quentin wasn't annoying James, but James was pissed off. Creevey had started to flirt with Amira again.

"I have never been so glad to leave a lesson" Said James walking out of the classroom toward History of Magic.

"Prongs, don't kill me for asking, but why did you glare at Creevey so hard when we walked out?" Asked Frank.

"He annoyed me." Lied James easily. "can we prank him?" James walked faster.

"Of course Prongs," Quentin answered, picking up the pace to keep up with James. "But what did he do?"

"He annoyed me alright? Can you drop it?" James was practically shouting at this point, he slowed down.

Edward looked up from the ground. "Does this have anything to do with the fact that Creevey was all over Amira?" He asked matter-of-factly.

"No" James answered, blushing.

"Jamesie-poo has a crush!" Cried Quentin happily.

"On who?" Came a voice from behind him.

Oh! A cliffhanger! How is it? Awful? Review! Also, Colin Creevey (Jr.) is the son of a Dennis Creevey, the younger brother of Colin Creevey (Sr.) it does make sense, as Dennis would have been 19 or 20 when he had Colin with someone. Young, but not impossible. Also, what's up with Amira and James? Peace!