A.N: Oh, no, I'm in for it now, aren't I? Not uploading for weeks...tut tut, what was I thinking? It's mostly because things have been really hectic. These two weeks, I spent one settling in after my summer camp ended and I traveled home halfway around the globe. I had jetlag for 4 days, so I was a bit distracted from my writing...the second week school started, and the first week of school just ended yesterday. Now, I finally have time to write. Just as a recap of the story so far:
- Sirius goes into Snape's room in the form of a cat when Snape's sleeping to pull a prank.
- Sirius sees the Dark Mark, performs Legilimency when Snape is sleeping, and sees his dreams.
- James bursts in, Snape discovers the cat "belongs" to James, and Sirius broke through James' magic.
- Sirius goes back to Snape, Snape opens up to the cat, not knowing it's actually Sirius.
- James ONCE AGAIN (will the boy ever learn?)bursts in and says "Sirius!"
Dun Dun DUNNNN! What will happen? Will Snape hate Sirius forever? Will they be enemies for life?

Before I could give any warning, James blurted out loudly,"Sirius!"

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Snape had his wand out and it was pointed straight at James' head unwaveringly. Their faces inches apart, Severus said in a deathly whisper, "You called the cat Sirius."

Prongs looked stunned. I could practically hear the grinding of the cogs in his head as he tried to formulate a good enough lie.

"Uhhhhh…the cat's name is Sirius! I named it after my best mate, got a problem with that?"

Severus' eyes darkened the point where they looked manic, and when he spoke, his voice was trembling with barely suppressed wrath.

"Funny, Potter. Last time I remember, you called the cat Fluffy."

Uh oh. Smart, Prongs. I gulped as a bead of sweat broke out on James' forehead. The wand inched closer until James was going cross-eyed looking at it. Fear gripped me, it's claws snaking their way around my limbs as I sat petrified. Snape was dangerous. Prongs was in danger. I was in danger. If I tried to sneak out, it wouldn't be any good because I needed someone to transfigure me back into a human, and Prongs couldn't do that. Snape was going to figure out who I was in the next minute…maybe less…even now I could see his brow furrowing as another piece of the puzzle clicked into place. This was bad…very bad.

"So." I cringed at the sound of Severus' voice, laced – no, absolutely bursting with venom. "The cat is Black. Transfigured, I suppose, since his animagus form is the worthless mongrel he is."

Ouch. That hurt. Snape growled something unintelligible, and his wand glowed as a spell started to form. Yowling, I leapt at Severus and, his concentration broken, the spell died down and he crashed heavily on the carpet. With a sudden urgency, James transfigured me back into a human and I scrambled for my wand. Standing up, Severus' eyes flashed and he yelled, "Confringo!"

We ducked, and I felt the wind above my head as the spell shot past and blew up the bookshelf behind us. I think the Room could tell chaos was about to explode, and decided to save anything else that could be destroyed. The silk bed, the soft carpet, the ripped-apart dummies, and everything in the room disappeared, leaving only us three in an empty room with wands out. Severus waved his wand in a complex movement and said clearly, "Sectumsempra!"

James leapt aside, and the spell missed him narrowly. I tossed a Stinging Hex at Snape, but he blocked it easily. Taking the opportunity, James shot a Tantellegra at Snape while he was busy blocking my Stinging Hex. In mere moments, the room was filled with cries of curses and spells, and different colored lights flashed everywhere, blindingly bright…

An hour later, the duel done, James and I staggered to the Hospital Wing, where Severus had left to minutes earlier. All energy drained, neither sides had been able to fire another spell and therefore had simply trudged to the hospital wing. After all, what use is fighting when you can't? Madame Pomfrey tutted loudly as she saw us, and helped us into beds as she examined our wounds. I glanced over, and saw Severus lying on a bed across the room, looking worse for wear with an expression of loathing and fury still tattooed across his features. James and I took off our shirts for Madame Pomfrey, and she promptly chucked them in the fire – nearly in pieces, the shirts were torn and ripped so they looked like beggar clothes. Our bodies were bleeding and long gashes decorated our torsos. Pink scars indicated the healing potions the Room wryly provided us as we lay on the floor, close to passing out.

I laid on the bed, staring dreamily up at the white ceiling of the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey had given us a potion that had stopped the bleeding, and now my injuries were beginning to fade into scabs and scars. Just before the sleepy side-effect of the potion kicked in, I thought inanely, at least the Room of Requirement has a sense of humor…