James Sirius Potter whirled around to see Alice Longbottom.
"None of your business, dear sister of mine." Frank said, coming to James's rescue.
Alice's left eyebrow raised a bit.
"Oh?" She said disbelievingly, "Is she a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor? Because you were obviously affected in Potions."
"I'm not answering that." James said through gritted teeth. He glanced towards where the Gryffindor girls were. Alice saw the glance.
"Gryffindor. Okay... is she an Amazon?"
"A who?" James asked.
"An Amazon. Meaning Layla, me, or Amira." Alice explained.
"You guys named yourselves?" Frank asked, his own eyebrow raised.
"You guys did, so we did." Alice explained further. Then she turned back to James.
"Me, Layla, or Amira?" She asked.
"What if it's a Hufflepuff?" James retorted.
"It's not. Now me, Layla or Amira?" She pressed.
"Alice, back off. He doesn't want to answer." intervened Quentin.
"Besides," said Edward, looking at his watch. "We're late for History of Magic."
James, thankful for an excuse, whipped off to History of Magic, grateful to be in class for the first time.
After History of Magic, in which Alice, Layla, and Amira kept shooting him glances, James went to lunch with the other boys.
After grabbing a sandwich and a glass of pumkin juice, he turned to the boys.
"Say Red Alert if an Amazon comes close." He said with a mouthful of sandwich. Quentin looked up from his soup.
"Red Alert" he said, looking behind James. James looked behind him to see the Amazons coming up to the Lost boys, determined expressions on their faces. James picked up his bag and ran out of the Great Hall. He had no idea where he was going, but as soon as he saw the Library, he ran inside.
James looked up one aisle, and ran down it. He kept going deeper into the Library until he reached an area that was utterly deserted. He ran under the table.
Soon enough, he heard voices.
"James, come out! We distracted them!" That sounded like... Frank? He crawled out from the table. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw the boys. Edward looked him up and down.
"You've got a problem mate." He said.
"Gee, I didn't know!" James said sarcastically.
The next day, after breakfast, James finally got an answer back from his dad in the post.
Dear James,
The muggle family killed was a family named Jones. Henry, Mary, and Elizabeth Jones.
I do hope your friend Quentin does not know them. It would be quite a shock.
Mum says you better try being good, or Howlers will follow.
I say send her a toilet seat.
Enjoy the last few months of your first year, and play well in the upcoming match of Quidditch.
My one hint is that Slytherins play dirty, so fair warning.
Love,
Dad
James looked up from his letter. He nudged Quentin.
"Do you know Henry, Mary, or Elizabeth Jones?" He asked gently.
Thankfully, Quentin shook his head. "No. I don't. They must not live near me."
James realized something. "Guys, I have to play another game of Quidditch!"
"Really?" Asked Edward, "Hasn't Wood recovered?"
"He has. I'll ask him why I'm still playing." Said James standing up. He walked to where 5th year Terrence Wood was sitting.
"Hey Terrence." He said from behind Wood.
Terrence turned around.
"Hey Potter. What's up?"
"I know you've recovered from your Quidditch incident completely, so I'm wondering why I'm still playing in the upcoming match."
Terrence winced slightly at the word 'Incident'
"Truth is, Potter, I no longer have a desire to play. I asked Professor Longbottom to keep you on the team permanently. Also you're much better than I am. I've never caught the snitch as fast as you did in the Ravenclaw game. Good luck against Slytherin, they play dirty" he said.
"Already got the memo about Slytherin playing dirty. Are you sure you don't want to come back?"
"Nah. Just don't feel like playing anymore."
"Okay. Thanks Terrence."
James returned to his seat.
"Sooo..." started Quentin.
"He doesn't want to play anymore, so he asked Professor Longbottom to keep me."
"Sounds awesome." Edward said through a mouthful of bacon.
Soon enough, breakfast was over and it was time for Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts.
Professor Hagana had them practice the smokescreen spell.
"You say Fumos," Professor Hagana explained, "and you make a left circular motion."
Then she repeated it as a spell. Silvery gray smoke erupted from her wand.
"Patetfumi" said Professor Hagana. The smoke cleared.
"Practice now. Those who don't achieve a smokescreen by the end of class has it as homework" Ordered the professor.
"My back hurts!" Complained Frank as they left the classroom. Someone, in the smoke, had knocked him over into a desk.
"Go to Madam Vacsain if it really hurts Frank, we're tired of your whining!" Exclaimed Edward.
"If I'm going to the hospital wing, you're coming with me." Stated Frank.
"Fine, but make it quick." Edward grumbled. He and Frank walked away from where Quentin and James were walking to Hebology.
Frank and Edward didn't show up the whole lesson. Eliza Hopkins whispered to the whole class that they had gotten cursed on the way out of the Hospital Wing. Quentin went to the bathroom midway through the lesson and didn't come back.
James was really worried now. At the end of the lesson, James ran out of Herbology. He was passing a statue of a humpbacked one eyed witch when the hump opened and he was pulled in by three pairs of hands.
He went to pull his wand.
"Incarcerous!" Said a voice. James immediately recognized that as Layla. He thrashed trying to get away.
"Now James, we want our question answered." cooed Alice.
"Why do. you want to know so bad?" Replied James. He was slightly impressed with their dedication.
"Several reasons. We're curious, it's fun to know who likes who, and we know someone who likes you." Amira said, ticking off her fingers.
"So you're trying to find me a date? I turned twelve in January!"
"We still want to know."
"I'm not telling you!"
"Fine. We will be watching."
"Okay crazy ladies. Can I go?"
"Yeah. You'll find the other boys in a girls bathroom on the second floor." smirked Layla.
James gaped at her. "You put them down n a girls bathroom? You put them in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?" He shrieked.
"She's a lovely girl. She just hasn't gotten over dying." proclaimed Alice
"It's been seventy years!"
"Diffindo. Just go." Sighed Amira. Ropes Newley cut, James hightailed it to the bathroom, where he quickly retrieved Frank, Quentin, and Edward, all with sizable bruises on their faces. They didn't manage to escape Moaning Myrtle though. She shrieked at them, but stopped at the sight of James.
"Harry?" asked the girl, amazed. "I knew you'd come back to my bathroom!" She actually had a smile on her face.
"Umm..." said James, glancing at his friends. "I'm not Harry, Myrtle. That's my dad."
Her eyes bulged and she started wailing. She swooped into a toilet with a large splash.
Now wet, the boys left.
"What happened?" Asked a still-dazed Quentin.
"Girls. Attacked you, Kidnapper and interrogated me, and then I got away and came to free you" James explained quickly.
"I hate them."
"Prank war?"
"Their so on."
That is the end of Chapter 11! Next chapter is start of the prank war, and the chapter after that is Quidditch. Fumes is a real spell, but Patetfumi is something I made up. Also, before you ask, boys and girls who are 11 and 12 do "date" but it's not like real dating. That explained the weird curiosity of the girls... I made James birthday January 1, 2004, just because. Quentin is April Fools, 2004, Edward is October 10, 2003 (a full moon) the twins are February 10 (saw that on internet somewhere) Layla is May 25 (random) and Amira is March 25 (month random, date to match Layla). also, LONGEST CHAPTER! YAY! Peace!
