1 review? Tsk tsk, I'm disappointed in you. Although thank you to the one person who did review (you know who you are)

So I saved this chapter when I was partway done the other day, but going back to it three times, I still couldn't think of anything else to say in this chapter, so I decided just to leave it. i dunno, maybe it ends a bit too ubruptly, so if it does, sorry. Also, I'm expecting a lot more reviews this chapters. Reviews is how I measure the interest of my readers and if you guys are becoming uninterested in the story, I'm not going to bother continuing.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

I had been in the headmaster's office dozens of time before, but none of the other times had been as tense as this. Nobody spoke, we didn't even try to make a break for it, we simply stood there, waiting for Artie to return with Dumbledore. Finally, the doors open and he strood into the room with Artie tailing closely behind him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wallace," he said, sitting down at his desk. "I'll take it from here." Artie left the room without a word and Dumbledore turned to look at us. "What seems to be the problem?" Everyone started talking at once; James telling him that Remus and I had gone into his trunk and stolen his personal belongings, Remus explaining that James was mad at us for keeping a friend's secret from him, Myself shouting about how James and Peter had attacked Remus and I in our sleep, and Peter swearing that he had nothing to do with the incident.

"Enough!" Dumbledore shouted. We all fell silent. "One at a time please. Mr. Black, would you care to tell us what happened?"

"Of course, professor," I answered. I told Dumbledore how a friend had trusted Remus and I with a secret and we'd sworn not to tell anybody, how James had gotten jealous and tried to hex me when I wouldn't tell him what the secret was, how I'd retaliated in self-defence, how he'd responded by ignoring Remus and I for the past few weeks and then cursing us in our sleep. James tried to interrupt several times, but Dumbledore stopped him, allowing me to finish. Then he turned to Peter.

"Mr. Pettigrew?" Peter's version of the story was radically different from mine, telling how after how five years of friendship, I'd betrayed James by not only leaving him out of Remus and my new "club", but stealing his most prized possession. Then I had tried to murder him to keep him from getting me in trouble for stealing. The only reason James had cursed Remus and I that night was to prevent us from going berserk and killing them while they went to go get him.

Dumbledore listened to both Remus' and James' stories, each of them clearly biased, and then paused, as if thinking of what our punishment should be. I exchanged a nervous glance with Remus and Peter began to chew his fingernails nervously. Finally Dumbledore spoke.

"Well, obviously punishments are in order," he said, looking at us sternly. "But what else can we do to ensure that this doesn't happen again?"

"Why don't you just expel Moo—er...Remus and Sirius?" James piped up. "That would fix everything."

"No, no, nobody's getting expelled," Dumbledore continued. "But I think I'll tell Mr. Wallace to keep a closer eye on you. In addition, you all have detention tomorrow. Peter, James, you will spend your detention helping Professor Slughorn organize his potion ingredients. Remus, Sirius, you will serve your detention with me. My office is in desperate need of being cleaned. I will inform your teachers to keep you separated in class. Unfortunately, we don't have any extra rooms in Gryffindor tower, so you'll have to see each other in the evenings, but I advise you to stay as far away from each other as possible the rest of the time. I don't want to hear about anymore incidents like this happening. Understand?" We all nodded. "Good. Now go back to bed." I yawned, suddenly realizing how tired I was, and Dumbledore ushered us towards the door.

By the time I managed to get back to sleep, it was time to wake up again. The whole day felt like a dream. A long, stressful dream. It seemed like the clock was moving twice as slowly as usual and even Defence Against the Dark Arts was boring. By the time classes were over, I was glad to go down to the library. Doing nothing was better than writing an endless amount of notes or listening to a boring lecture.

I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep until Remus woke me up hours later. No light was coming in through the windows on the south wall, but that wasn't saying much, as the days were getting shorter and shorter.

"How long was I out?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"It's almost 8:00," he answered.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"I tried," he answered. "I shook you for about fifteen minutes before I went for dinner. You punched me." He rubbed his jaw and I noticed there was a bruise beginning to form there.

"Sorry," I apologized. I'd been trying to control my sleep-violence, but I'd been unsuccessful so far. I'd seriously injured Regulus at least half a dozen times, attacking him in my sleep when we were kids.

"Don't worry about it," Remus answered. "We better get going though. The longer we leave James and Peter alone in our room, the higher the chance they'll try to pull some big prank on us. I would have liked to go back to sleep right there, but I knew he was right. We couldn't risk giving them the opportunity to shrink all our robes or burn the Potions essays Remus and I had spent all Monday night on.

Wow, yea, sorry, that really does have a crappy ending. Ah well, I did my best.

Weird thing happened today. I reread one of my old twilight stories I never finished, and I got the urge to finish it. This is really weird considering how I just abandoned it all those years ago, but I dunno, people seemed to like it. In fact, for the same number of chapters as this story, I got more than ten times as many reviews (Now are you going to let a bunch of twilight fans beat you?) So I've decided maybe I'll go back and finish that once I'm done this story. Could take awhile because at the time, I was planning on around 6 or 7 books in the series. Don't worry, I'll never go back to loving Twilight more than Harry Potter though. As far as I'm concerned, being a Twihard is my past. Being a Potterhead is my future. But it would still be nice to go back and finish that series. We'll see.

Anyway, review, review, review! Or you're admitting that Twihards are better than Potterheads and letting down your whole fandom. :(