Holy… shitake mushrooms. Yes that is how you spell shitake (KATHLEEN

Anyway… Forgot what I was going to say………… crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapitycrapcrapcrap!!! (Hence the lack of spaces)

Disclaimer: … I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER I WAS GOING TO WRITE!!!!!!!!!! AHH! IAMANGRYATMYBRAINGRRR!!!

James was walking out on the grounds. It was early in the morning, very early. He was thinking about everything. Sirius forgetting about Remus' 'grandma', that he didn't have a date for the dance or even go to the dance that ended three hours ago, Lily. That was what kept troubling him. The girl of his dreams, all of them as a matter of fact. The one he loved for his entire life. "Wait no." He thought, "Not all my life. Just the past six years." He looked around on the empty Hogwarts grounds, no one in view. Merely the bizarre distortional gloom of the Forbidden Forest, it was odd how lonely he felt while he was the most trendy, accepted, admired, and popular boy in a school of hundreds of children possibly thousands. He didn't know, or even care about what other people thought now. He was sitting at the edge of the lake now, facing the vista of mountains off in the distance. He heard a small crunch from behind him. James didn't care much; there are many animals in the Forbidden Forest. He turned around to see a figure behind him, standing with what looked like a wand over James' head. James whipped around to grab his wand.

"Crucio!" The figure shouted. James felt unbearable pain starting in his back and spread rapidly throughout his body. It stopped almost as soon as it happened though. The figure seemed panicked, with a wave of what James was sure now was a wand. He felt a large pain across his back. Blood soaked into his ripped shirt, a cold chill went up his spine. James attempted to stand, or at least grab his wand, but he was literally immobilized by pain. Then, he could see no more, hear no more.

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James opened his eyes to see a dark room. He immediately recognized it as the Hospital Wing; after all he was there almost as often as Kat and… Lily, who was there at least five times a month. He looked around, no one was there. The memories of what happened the night before flooded into his head. The figure, the pain, his blood. A blinding pain, even worse than the night before, came across James when he attempted to shift his position. He managed to get a glimpse of the person lying across the room from him. It was Sirius. He was snoring, loudly. James smirked, even though it was stiff and his back was excruciatingly painful, he just had to.

Madam Pomfrey then walked into the Hospital Wing, carrying a hefty orange potion to Sirius' bed. She softly shook him to wake him. What he saw scared him. Sirius sat up, so James got a better look at him. He was pale, almost white. His normally cheery complexion looked completely solemn, almost miserable. His hair fell lank on the side of his face, not combed and brushed for the eighteen hours he usually did. Madam Pomfrey came over to James, seeing that he was moving, she smiled. She turned to Sirius and said, "Black, your sacrifice went over good. Potter has recovered."

Sirius jolted up out of his bed. He was limping, but he rushed over to James' bed. He smirked and said, "Eye for trouble don't ya James?"

Yeah short. Seems kinda rushed to me…. 'sigh'