Alice
This party is a total hit, not to mention Nell had the best birthday out of the history of all birthdays thanks to the marauders and the maraudettes! We basically combined all her favorite movies and book to make a super clever super epic day and she finally had a good time without drugs and alcohol content!
The party was smashing; I never thought that corny comic books could make such a groovilicious shindig! And as I made my way over to the butter beer keg to get meself something to drink, I spied with my super feline cat eyes a raccoon in a bat costume being snogged by a human torch. Yep, Sirius Black and Nell Stardust finally snogged! Merlin's rusty shovel I cannot say how long I- no HOGWARTS have waited for that. Squealing with delight I ran off to tell Lily, only to bump into, the Joker?
"Oh bollocks, I'm so sorry-"
"Alice?"
Oh drat!
"Franklin." I greeted coldly.
He chuckled heartedly. Damn it was so cute, shit Alice you're Peter's girlfriend!
"It's just Frank actually."
I shrugged and mumbled whatever.
"Eartha Kitt has nothing on you." He said.
"Pardon?"
"She played catwoman."
"I'm sorry I don't speak geek, and besides Nell is the one who likes this comic crap, it is her birthday party after all."
I didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but I had to get the message across that I wasn't interested…or at least I don't think I am.
"Oh." Was all he said.
"I'm guessing you like this stuff?" I asked.
"Yes."
"How nice, next you're going to tell me that you actually like herbology."
I hate that subject, even though my dad is a herbologist.
His blue eyes narrowed and he stood defensively, he never looked so hot.
"Actually yes, it's my favorite subject! Why do you have a problem with that?"
"Actually, I do Longbottom!"
"Well too bad, because I'm not gonna stop liking it!" He yelled.
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Well that's too damn bad because I hate it!"
And then that's how ended up upstairs on Frank Longbottom's bed, accidentally losing my costume.
Lily
This is ridiculous, boys should be all over me, I'm dressed up in very revealing Poison Ivy attire, and not to brag but I am not half bad looking, actually some would go as far as to call me beautiful! But no, all the boys have been doing is giving me a long look and run off as if they're frightened! Do I smell? Is there something on my face? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL CAN IT BE?
I stomped over to James and tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his conversation he was having with Griffin about Quidditch. He turned around and of course ogled my costume but the n cleared his throat.
"Yes L-Lily what can I help you with?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt James but do I smell?"
He looked downright confused.
"Pardon?"
"Do I have something on my face?"
"No."
'Then why is no boy in the entire party willing to approach me?"
James looked down with guilt in his eyes, why was he guilt…he didn't.
"James Potter, did you in any way threaten or harm these boys so they wouldn't go near me?" My voice was low and hostile.
He gulped and took a giant step back.
"Yes."
"WHY, WHY IN THE NAME OF GODRIC, HELGA, SALAZAR, AND ROWENA WOULD YOU DO THAT? MERLIN, ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!"
"Well did you yell at them like that, because that could've easily driven them away." He joked.
I glared and he looked a deer caught in the headlights.
James sighed and hesitantly came back over.
"I did it because, all that they're ever going to want from you is sex, because you're smart, funny, you've got a good head on your shoulders, you're charming and easily the most beautiful witch in Hogwarts, and when they see that body they're going to want it, actually they'd be too much of an arse-hole to see the other magnificent qualities and I know that you deserve more way more, you're too brilliant to give them your time of day, you Lily Evans need a prince."
Those had to be the nicest eighty six words anyone has ever said to me, there's time like this when James Charlus Potter is my absolute favorite person in the world.
I smiled at his handsome face and hugged him. He easily melted into it and nuzzled his face in my hair.
"See James, there are times when I don't mind you, why can't you be like this all the time?" I asked half- laughing.
He chuckled.
"Because then it would be way too easy for you Evans."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
Oddly enough, this is when I fell even more in love with Potter.
James
Her hair smells so good!
Sirius
How could I do that to her?
"Siri, come on lets shag."
She was my everything.
"Siri, there's an awfully cozy bed upstairs."
She was amazing.
"Siri, I can't wait any longer."
I love her.
"Siri, please!"
And now she's gone.
"Siri!"
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE DAPHNE WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?"
Daphne looked baffled.
"S-S-Siri, what is the meaning of this? Why are you so angry at me? I've done nothing wrong!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DAPHNE ARE YOU EVER DO IS WRONG! YOU WHINE, WHINE, WHINE, YOU TAUNT AND MOCK ANYONE WHO YOU DON'T BELIEVE IS UP TO YOUR STANDARD AND YOU JUST DROVE AWAY THE ONE WOMAN I LOVE OUT OF MY LIFE!"
"WHAT? YOU LOVE HER? BUT I'M YOU"RE FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!"
"YEAH, WELL NOT ANYMORE YOU'RE NOT!"
I could tell we were causing a scene, but I didn't give two shits.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?"
"IT MEANS THAT WE'RE OVER!"
I started to walk to the portrait; I needed to get out of here.
"OH YEAH? WELL THAT'S FINE, YOU WERENT THAT GREAT ANYWAY, AND YOU CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT YOUR HAIR!"
Wow, great comeback.
"And you were only a shag!"
That made her shut up.
I decided to go find Nell and beg for my forgiveness, I love her too much to let her go and I wasn't ever gonna stop loving her, she's mine and I love her. I know that I'd find her in the Astronomy tower, but when I arrived she wasn't there oddly enough, so I decided to go check the kitchens, she like the elves there, but on my way there was a crowd of teachers all in a huddle.
I decided to go over to see what everything was about.
"Mr. Black, what are you doing out so late?" Interrogated Professor McGonagall.
Her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
"Professor, what's going-"
I made a slight glance to my left, but it was enough to see what the commotion was about. Nell was unconscious, being carted away on a hospital crash cart by Madame Pomfrey and a team of healers. I noticed that she has lost all her color again, and instead of her slashes being on her wrists they were uncomfortably close to her chests.
The feeling I had this time been different than the one last time. It felt as if all my organs have shut down and stopped working, I couldn't breathe I couldn't speak I couldn't move, I felt like my blood has stopped working and that my heart has taken a rest. I felt numb, I didn't hear any voices I only saw mouths moving, I was so numb I couldn't feel anything and somehow that hurt.
It wasn't until Nell and the healers as well as Dumbledore were out of sight, when I felt my mouth start to work.
"Where are they taking her?" I asked no one in particular.
"To St. Mungo's." Squeaked Flitwick.
My throat closed up and I muffled a choked cry.
"Why can't they take care of her here?"
"We fear Mr. Black that her problems are more than physical, and it was her mother's request."
My head snapped at McGonagall with some much rage that she shrank back, something I'd never thought that anyone let alone I would be able to do.
"YOU'RE LISTENING TO THAT FUCKING SHE-DEVIL; SHE DOESN'T GIVE SHIT ABOUT NELL!"
"Mr. Black-"
I couldn't hear her, I was erupting with wrath.
"SHE DOESN'T NEED TO GO SHE DOENST NEED TO GO SHE'S NOT MAD, BRING HER BACK!"
"Mr. Black, please-"
"BRING HER BACK BRING HER BACK BRING HER FUCKING BACK!" I roared.
All of the sudden, students were out and watching this scene of chaos with confusion.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE HER AND I NEED HER AND SHE NEEDS ME!"
But where was I when she needed me?
Nell
All I remember is being pissed at Sirius for choosing Daphne over me, I remember that setting me off the edge, that being the last straw for all my problems and then me running to the Quidditch pitch with a bottle of firewhiskey, two packs of fags, a pound of grass, a knife, and some shrooms, then choking on my own hurl before passing out.
I don't ever remember waking up in a hospital, especially one that looked nothing like the infirmary in Hogwarts that I was used to.
But when I woke up that's exactly where I was. It was white, too damn white and bright with no windows, it made me feel insane like I was here but not here and so lost. My head immediately ached along with my stomach, lungs, limbs, and chest. I groaned out of pain and winced as I drug myself out of the hard bed.
This was definitely not the infirmary, there were no other beds it was its own room, with a side table and another door that was probably the loo. Suddenly, I felt like throwing up again so I ran into the loo and threw myself over the toilet and threw everything up.
"Gross." I wheezed.
I used my wrist to wipe my mouth which probably wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but at the moment I just didn't care I just wanted to know where I was. I slumped over to the porcelain sink that matched the rest of the porcelain lavatory and porcelain bedroom. The place was too clean and it reeked of anesthetics, calming draught, and Mrs. Scowers' All- Purpose magical mess potion.
I turned on the water and washed my face then checked out my reflection. I was no longer in my costume and now was in a hospital gown. My face was cleaned but like the rest of my body it was sickly pale, my eyes had bags and I looked drained.
I flushed the toilet and left the loo to find my mother sitting on the bed, not facing me. She had on a new black dress with a kneazle fur coat. Her long, dark waves were pulled up into a 1920's wave bun, and can tell without her facing me that she had her makeup done perfectly with her emerald necklace around her neck.
"You're up already I can see, I like this place all ready it all ready has you up before noon." Her voice was so cold and sharp that it literally cut the silence.
It was beautiful yes, alto- low and seductive and raspy like my own, but it was like I said before also cold and sharp.
I winced when she said 'this place'. My unsaid question has been answered.
"I told you that another mishap would have you landed here didn't I?"
She gracefully glided off the bed and walked over to me so beautifully that it was practically a dance. She now stood before me; it was like looking in a mirror and seeing yourself in hideous clothing.
My mother and I were identical in every physical way. We stood at the exact same height of 5'7, we're both very thin with compromising curves to our tall and lean stature, I complexion is a light tan with olive, a color most English girls wished for instead of transparent ivory. Our cheekbones high, our lips full, our beauty exquisite and alluring and can be dangerous if misuse, my mother being exhibit A. And for being thirty six years old, my mother looked no more than eighteen. Almost everyone has mistaken us as twins. But the only thing that was different was our eyes, Abraxas constantly reminded me that I was a bastard and inherited these violet eyes from my no good and far away father.
IF anything though, I did not get my fashion sense from her. She dressed like an aristocrat and keeps her hair long flowing past her hips, her makeup done like Grace Kelly. I dressed like a rebel, a rocker, and sometimes a hippy. My make up was black around the eyes and I chopped must of my hair off, it now reached just above my chest with my bang covering half my face, giving it an edgy yet sexy look as Alice describes it. My mother and I are very different people in many ways, I like muggles she wants them annihilated.
"What was it this time Perenelle? Did you o.d. because something didn't go your way or you didn't get what you want; honestly you're such a spoiled brat!"
Her strong French perfume made my noise twitch.
"Perenelle, stop it you're being such a stubborn child, you're now seventeen so stop playing mute."
She pulled out a cigarette and lit it with her wand.
"Perenelle this is just like when you were nine and you dropped onto the floor and slamming your fist about and wailing as if you were a vicious ape, all just because I had your room painted rose petal pink instead of ribbon yellow with a liquid amber accent."
"You never once cared about what I wanted." I muttered.
"You can't always get what you want Perenelle, perhaps I should've taken you here back then, you did show signs of unstableness, having random temper tantrums all the time, just showing up at a dinner party and start right there or something to that affect, then you began stealing at twelve, drugs at thirteen, sneaking out at fourteen, should I stop now?"
I clenched my fist.
"I wanted your attention, you never paid any attention to me and I wanted your attention to see if you actually cared about me, I wanted you to yell because in some sick way it made me believe that you actually loved me."
She took a smoke and concentrated on the ceiling.
I felt my tears fall and my voice began to fumble; I started sound like a lost little girl.
"I love you mummy, I always loved you why can't you love me? I'm your daughter why can't you love me like you do Persephone, why?"
I stepped closer to her and she fidgeted with her fag.
"Why, why, WHY?"
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?" She barked.
"I can't love, I don't even love your sister I only dote on her, it's not in my system, it's not in my blood, I'm a Lestrange I don't love I don't know how, but I do know this."
It was silent for a while before she spoke again; it felt days passed on by.
"I will never love you." She spat.
And with that she raced out of the room and slammed the door.
Reid
It's been a while so here's an update; Sirius has gone in withdrawal, he won't talk to anyone not even James, he stopped eating and wouldn't come out of his room for a week after Nell was taken away, and when he did come out for classes he might as well been back in his room. James was quieter and depressed, we lost the game to Ravenclaw because he has been out of it, and I think when he ups and disappears he's planning something. Peter has been the same. Remus has been going alone on full moons, but I would transform into my fox animagus to keep an eye out for him, it hasn't been pretty. And lately he's been exhausted and his grades have been slipping. Lily stopped talking and she's been slacking on her Prefect duties, everything that reminded her of Nell she's break down and cries. Alice has been spending time away from the group and more time with that Longbottom fellow, I think she's trying to avoid all reminders of Nell as well. And as for me, I've been trying to keep everything together, but of course I failed at it. No one wants to talk anymore, let's face it, Nell was our glue. Our messy, weird, fun and lovable glue and now she's gone. I'm tape, I try to hold everything together but nothing sticks.
It was now the day of Christmas break. Nell has been gone for three weeks, and we all stand at Hogsmeade station bundled up standing fifteen away from each other silent, feeling no Christmas cheer. Last year, we all went to a ski resort that James' parents Charlie and Dory took us too, this year; James will be home with Sirius who lives there and knowing him he will be locked up in his room, Alice is going to Russia with her parents, Peter is going home, Lily is going home to her awful sister, Remus is going home to his free spirit parents probably going to be listening to Christmas carols being played on bongos or the sitar, and I'm going home to take care of my mum. Happy Christmas, huh?
Remus
After the awkward train ride to Kings Cross Station. I found my parents wrapped up in a warm poncho with scarves waving merrily at me. I tried to smile but I think it turned out to be a grimace.
I'm very different from my parents, to be blunt they're hippies, actual muggle hippies, I grew up in a commune until I was eight, which was when I was bitten by Greyback.
Dad is tall like I am, he's thin too but that's probably because we can't afford much. Dad has long dark hair that goes down to his back with a beard and a mustache and has caring brown eyes. Mum is tall too, she's also thin, but not pale she's a healthy complexion, she always has a grin on her face, I got my amber eyes from her, and she has long light chestnut hair that sweeps passed her hips. They both look a bit young to be parents' which is probably because they had me when they were fifteen, making them thirty two now. But they've always been great parents and I love them, it's hard to be struggling muggle musicians with a werewolf son. Yes they're musicians, but not well known, so they don't get paid much.
Mum took me into a warm, snuggly hug. I inhaled her scent; it was incense, lavender, and peppermint. Dad came over to hug me too, he smelled like weed and incense. It smelled like home, and I missed it. I need them more than ever, especially now.
"Remy love, we've missed you so much baby!" Gushed mum, her voice mellow and light.
"It's been a real downer without you son." Said dad, in his chilled voice.
"It's because we love you so much moonchild." Said mum.
That's the nickname they gave me, 'moonchild', they try to make me see that I'm not a monster, even though I am.
"I love you guys too, and I've missed you as well." I reply.
"Cool babe, listen lovey you're mama has made the grooviest hot chocolate in London, and she wanted you to be the first to try it so let's move on son." Said dad.
"And you're papa has wrote the grooviest song for you." Said mum.
It's amazing how they love each other so much, I wish that it was possible for me to find someone like that, immediately my thoughts went straight to Reid, and knowing that I could never have her.
"Moonchild, what's wrong?"
"Nothing mum, come on lets go drink the greatest hot chocolate in London while listening to the most beautiful song."
My parents and I went into their Volkswagen van which was painted with flowers, rainbows, and sun. The cloud of incense fogged my vision and I as usual, I was worried on how dad was going to see.
"Dad?"
"Yes love?"
"I was wondering for the sake of our lives, if it's all that safe to drive with this much fog."
"Don't you worry about that moonchild, Buddha will help us on the road, you just sit back and chill you stress yourself way to much son."
"Yes, but dad that is counterproductive-"
"Remy baby, why don't you tell me about school and friends love." Interrupted mum.
I really didn't want to get into that, it will just make me think of Nell and how much I miss her.
"Actually mum, can you sing me song, I miss your voice."
She grinned and kissed my head.
"Of course baby."
She retrieved her flower painted, brown guitar and strummed a chord then sang;
"This is for my lovely boy
I remembered how he loved his toy
Then he found a new pet frog
That he picked up at Woodstock on a log
Remus, oh Remus, I love my Remus!"
While this song is strange, it will distract my thoughts from my misery.
Nell
I hate this place. I hate the smells, I hate the sickening white color, I hate the healers, I hate the patients, I hate the foods, and to top all off I have no drugs to cope with it. Why couldn't I be in muggle funny farm where they drug you up until your numb? Merlin hates me.
My room like the place I woke up in three weeks ago was white, everything is white. My bed, my table, my wardrobe, my window, everything, even my clothes. White pajamas with white slippers and a white robe. On top of that, they take away all my makeup and hair products, replacing me with their hygiene supplies that reminded me of old people and children, I hate old people and children, I also hate babies. Okay so I'm afraid of children and babies, they terrify me; if they're near me I shake or scream.
I was on a schedule now too, how lovely. I have a psychologist too, her name is Eowyn Took and I hate her, her voice is to quiet, she smells like rubbing alcohol, and she asks too many damn questions. What's your family like? What are your friends like? What's school like? I just want my life back! Minus the family.
I'm still hurting from my mother more than Sirius. Her words kept echoing in my head, 'I will never love you'. It kept replaying in my head like a sick, cruel joke. I've never felt so alone than I did in the Psycho ward in St. Mungo's, it was like a prison. They kept us inside all the time; unless it was Sunday then they'd take us outside to our happy place, a large garden to get a little sun.
The food here is diabolical; you can never tell what it is. I've stopped eating so now they have me checked down as anorexic, so they have me take a potions for food substitutes, and because I haven't smiled once and barely spoke two words, they marked me down as depression, so every now and then I'm high off of pepperup potion.
Today was like any other day, I'm awaken by a Nurse then shower, dress in my pajamas, brush my teeth, comb my hair which has been pulled back into a ponytail to not drive me into anything as they say, given my food substitute potion, see my healer for any progress and according to him I made none, see my psychologist who I still haven't spoken a word to, then I'm given my pepperup potion so I'm now on false joy, and currently I'm painting my emotions.
On the outside I'm giggly and serene painting butterflies and unicorns, but on the inside I'm screaming to just get out! I'm hurting and to be perfectly honest I need my friends more than ever. The only reason why I did all of that was to get my mother's attention, and now that she's out of my life I don't need her attention and I don't need those drugs nor the alcohol, for once I finally know what I want, and now it's too late to get them. I will never see Hogwarts, or my friends again, I am now a legal psycho a prisoner in this hell.
James
It's December 19, 1976. Six days till Christmas is what my Quidditch Tutshill Tornados calendar is telling me. But I don't feel the Christmas cheer; everything has fallen apart since Nell was committed. But no need to worry because I have a plan, a plan they I have been concocting for two weeks a plan that I need my gang for. It's time to bring the group back together, and seeing how Sirius is in numb mode, I've got to do it myself.
Mum is a healer at St. Mungo's, and she's always badgering me on how I should volunteer and help, so I making that day today.
I pull my morning routine, play my favorite wizard rock band The Flying Bludgers on my record player, jump in the shower and prepare myself for the day dressing myself, brush my teeth, groom yada yada yada. Making sure my black hair keeps that windswept look going on, and slide along the banister even though Mum repeatedly tells me not to, nearly knocking over my house- elf Slingy (who is treated like family) and make it to the dining room of Potter manor without any scratches or fouls. And that's how Quidditch is done in the Potter house.
"Morning Mumsey, Papsey."
Dad and I look all alike except for the glasses and he has blue eyes, so yeah he's handsome. Dad's also an auror, and I'll be right behind him in his footsteps. He's the best there is, no one catches a dark wizard like Charlie Potter, he's very well-known which is probably how we have the cash rolling. But for being an auror, dad is pretty cool, he's funny and laid- back and a real people person, he loves to help people and bring justice and he's been making a big stand against Voldemort, which makes me worry about him sometimes. But I feel like he can do anything.
Mum is beautiful, she has brown hair and an angelic face with kind hazel eyes, the ones on my head yeah I got those from her. She was a Black, but escaped them to be with my father, I know all very romantic. I tell her all about Lily and she's ecstatic meet her, I just she meets her when she's not crying. Like I mentioned before, mum is a healer, she fixes people up and what not and is the best in St. Mungo's, that's right Dory Potter brings in the cash too.
Together Charlie and Dory Potter are the power couple, like superheroes in a way. It makes me proud to be there son, which is why twenty years from now we will all be laughing about what I'm about to do today.
"Morning love, how did you sleep?" Mum asked before sipping her breakfast tea.
I spread some butter on my muffin and bit a chunk off.
"It was fine, I'm excited about today."
I gave her my winning smile, and she smiled back adoringly.
"And you should be! Listen James, I'm real proud of you for taking up your mother's offer, helping people is a real good thing, especially in these times." Said dad before drinking some coffee.
"Thanks dad."
"Sirius still sulking?" Asked mum sadly.
"Yes." There goes my mood.
"But Slingy made his favorite breakfast kipper!"
"I know mum, but this thing with Nell has been hard on all of us, especially him."
"He loves her! What else are we going to expect." Said dad.
My parents love Sirius just like their own, which is why they were more than willing to take him in last year. And he loves them just as much.
"Well I checked up on her yesterday, and the pepperup potion the healers on the mentally unstable ward have been giving her didn't work, she had tantrum breaking things and throwing them about screaming, poor thing. Enyo Jenkins from the third floor told me everything got worst after her mother told her that she'd never love her."
Mum was on the verge of tears.
I couldn't believe ears, I knew that woman was terrible, but that's just evil.
"Aren't her parents death eaters?" Dad asked me.
I nodded solemnly.
"I tell you, its people like that who I want to send to Azkaban myself!"
Dad slammed his fist on the table as if we were in court.
I totally agreed with my father, I wanted to rid them just like he does.
"Poor thing, I wish there was something we could do for her." Cried mum.
I hugged her and kissed her on the head.
"Don't worry about it mum, I've got it covered."
When we reached the hospital I saw that it was decorated in Christmas cheer, which I did not feel. Mum told me that she was going to make some potions for patients and wouldn't need for an hour, so she told me to help the secretary on the second floor Wendy Barrie or something with filing. But instead of doing that, I took a detour and snuck onto the psycho ward.
It must have been quiet time on something, because all of the patients looked like they were on calming drought.
My plan was working perfectly except for I have no idea where Nell is, and it's not like I have her room number; this could me more difficult than I bargained for. I wish Lily was here, she's like my Pepper, or Sirius he's like my James Rhodes. It's things I say like that using comic references that make me miss Nell.
"Excuse me, visiting hours are over!" Squawked a random healer.
She literally sounded like she squawked like a bird, if I wasn't so keen on searching for my friend I would've burst out laughing.
"Er, oh no I'm not visiting, actually I was sent here by Madam Potter to go and find Perenelle Stardust, she's due for a potion."
"But she just had her food-"
"No, her pepperup one actually." I grinned.
Bird lady try to find a sign for lies on my face but gave up when she found none.
"She's in Room 306, be careful, she's violent nearly took out Madam Joy's eye, it's good thing we're a hospital."
I burst out fake laughing slapping my knee.
"HA AHA H-HOSPITAL, OH THAT WAS HALARIOUS!"
"Be quiet, the patients are in calm mode!" She chastised.
I cleared my throat.
"Um right sorry, your joke was just so funny that."
She raised an eyebrow unimpressed.
"Room 306 you say, I'll be right on my way."
I ran away from humorless bird lady to come face to face to Room 306. Not hesitating whatsoever I burst open the door.
"Nell? Nell where are-"
Then something huge fell on me.
"AH!"
"I am not crazy! Leave my room at once!"
Bird Lady's right, she is crazy. Nell had me in a head lock with her long legs locked tightly around my stomach to cut off my breathing.
"Bloody Hell Nell, are you a ninja?" I wheezed.
"James?"
She leaped off of me and I try to regain my breath. She lend me her hand and I graciously took it then pulled her into my brotherly loving hug.
"Oh Merlin, James!" She sobbed into my neck.
"Oh Nell, it's so great to see you not cutting off my oxygen supply."
She laughed but it came out as a crying sort of laugh.
"I'm sorry about that, but the healers on my ward are awful, I wish your mum was on this floor."
"Yeah she does too; trust me she was crying this morning all into her breakfast tea."
She laughed.
"Oh it's good to laugh again; it's good to see a friendly face and someone who doesn't smell like anesthetics and potions."
"But you know, visiting hours are over."
"Yeah well, as far as bird lady down there's concerned, Madam Potter sent for you."
"You mean Nurse Pigeon? I thought I was the only one who thought she squawked when she talked."
"Pigeon, is that her actual name?"
She nodded and giggled.
It was great to see her again, even though she didn't look like herself.
"What happened to you huh? You never go anywhere without your grungy makeup, and you almost never where your hair in a ponytail." I said flicking her hair.
"Yes well, big brother got a hold on me."
"Well you don't have to worry about the man anymore Nellanie because I'm here to bust you out!"
"Like a James Bond movie? How superbly clever and totally rock 'n' roll!" She squealed with delight.
"Yes well soon Mr. Bond will be wishing his name was James Potter."
"Okay enough boasting you arrogant git, and get me out!"
Nell was now retrieving her suitcase and all her belongings faster than you could say Quidditch.
"Well someone's in a hurry."
"Yeah well if you've been in this nuthouse for a month you'd understand, it's so horrid that I never want to see drugs ever again, they made me hate my babies."
I snorted and helped her pack, then there was knocking on the door.
"Perenelle, we're coming in don't hurt us." Called a shrilled voice.
Nell motioned me to keep silent and gestured to the one window in her room. We silently made our way towards as one of the nurses kept knocking on the door. I helped Nell out of the window onto the roof, and half way I was out Nurse Cuckoo face came in and screamed for back up for an escaping patient.
I jumped out before the old bat could stop me and I was now holding both of Nell's suitcases running behind her on the roof of St. Mungo's. She slid down a letter into an alleyway and I threw down the bags before sliding down myself, we were both now running loose on the streets of London in snowy December.
"MERLIN'S BEARD MATE THIS IS SO ROCK 'N' ROLL, YOU OFFICIALLY MOVED UP ON THE BEST FRIEND LIST!" She screamed.
"Well don't feel special!"
"You should mate; I'm a very important person!"
We were running for miles and miles before we found Hyde Park and ran into there, they'd never find us in here.
Nell did a cartwheel before rolling all in the snow.
"WOOOOO! FREEDOM NEVER SMELLED SO DAMN GOOD!"
She giggled and freed her hair from its ponytail and started dancing around singing Anarchy in the U.K.
"Nell, you haven't got a jacket."
"Yeah so? I haven't been outside since forever! And it's the first snowfall of the season!"
She did a one hand cartwheel before bringing me down on the ground with her.
"Come on, let's make snow angels." She said.
And so we did, we made snow angels, made a snow man and a snow drag queen and a snow hermaphrodite (all Nell's idea), and frolicked in the snow chasing squirrels before Nell started to sneeze.
"Bollocks, I think I've caught a cold."
"Told you so."
"You know, friends don't tell their friends that!"
"Yes but I broke you out of a funny farm, so no complaining!"
"True." She giggled.
Nell ran up and hugged before placing a kiss on my cheek.
"James Charlus Potter, I love you, you're incredible for doing that."
"Well you're worth it, we've all been miserable without you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You know James; you out of all the marauders are always in the most trouble." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Hey, I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me!"
Hold your head high heavy heart.
So take a chance and make it big,
Cause it's the last you'll ever get.
If we don't take it, when will we make it?
I make plans to break plans,
And I've been planning something big, planning something big, planning.I've never tried to make the best of my time,
When I thought that I had plenty of it.
Is this serious?
I don't know what to think.
Is it all a lie?
Well one thing is for sure
I'm taken back to the glory days
When we were kids without a brash or bitter thing to say.