AN: Okay! In adittion to those previously listed, thank you to Noa for being a good reader and reveiwing. If you want to be thanked, reveiw. Not that hard, is it? I'm sick today, so this won't be a long one. I have to sleep to fill in the void in my life being left by missing school. I know I'm pathetic, no need to tell me. As for this chapter, time to learn a few things about James that are very important to the story....
Chapter Four: To Live is Sucky, To Die Divine
Oh, brilliant Poppy. You graduate two years ago and forget everything important. You never tell James potter what to do. Never. Those asses at the ministry are going to learn that someday. So will my freak foster parents. Telling James Potter to sit still is basically begging him to do a jig in the great hall in nothing but his underwear....bet the girls would like that......I'm thinking about myself in the third person again....that's never a good sign. Listen, whoever, whatever you are that's invaded my head this time, get out. I do not need you probing around my brain. You do not need to be probing around my brain.
I lay back and felt whatever the presence was leave. That was a relaxing thing. I don't know why, but spirits, demons, and the like really enjoy reading my mind. I guess I could be compared to a hit book. Most people think I'm insane, but then again, most people can't communicate with the dead or tell their own future. And most people aren't the last remaining heir of Godric Gryffindor. I suppose maybe their all jealous. They have no reason to be. Sure, wealth always has run in the gryffindor line, but I can't so much as look at my inheritance until I graduate and I can move out. And I never got to spend enough time with my parents, as they were killed when I was eight. It was Voldemort, trying to do away with the Gryffindor line, but no one knows but me, and no one believes me but Dumbledore. Not even my friends, or my lover. Severus beleived me. Severus always beleived me.
Why did I have to go and lose the only friend I ever really had? Those freaks make me call them Mother and Father, though I don't like to go that far, they aren't even someone I would have handed a peice of bread to on the street. Yes, they are poor, and I suspect things have been hard, but they are so horrible to me! If the Lockharts could just be nicer....who AM I kidding?! They're a shame to the name of wizard, abusive scumbags! And their litle brat of a child! HORRIBLE LITTLE MEDLING TWERP!! FOLLWS ME EVERYWHERE!!! And my friends....what friends?! They don't even BELEIVE me! ISN'T THAT AN IMPORTANT PART OF FRIENDSHIP?! Sure, they know I'm in danger, but they don't beleive my life story. They probably won't beleive that I just passed out, either. They'll probably accuse me of being on drugs. According to Narcissa, I'm already a bisexual druggie anyway......
Then Dumbledore walked in, and my bash-fest was ruined. Not like I wanted to stop, really, but it's better that I did. Deep down, I was starting to scare myself and I knew it.
"James, are you aware that you have been out cold for two weeks? We were starting to consider sending you to St. Mungo's. I think, with you're permission, that i'ts best that we do."
"ST. MUNGO'S?! TWO WEEKS?! TWO WHOLE WEEKS?!"
"Well, headmaster, he's taking it well. For him, anyways...."
Within two hours I found myself dressed, packed, and in Hogsmeade waiting for the attendant from St. Mungo's to pick me up.
"Well, James. It could have been worse you know."
"How, Rosmerta? How could things be any worse than this?"
"You could be dead..."
"That would be worse? Rosmerta, from where I'm standing, death would be a blissful escape."
"James! Don't talk like that!"
"Rosmerta, you live my life and then tell me not to want to die. You ahev no idea. I can't trust anyone. Peter was acting like he wanted me dead two weeks ago."
"James, don't be stupid. You have a lot of poeple you can trust."
"Like who, you? I'd rather be dead. If I was dead than i wouldn't have to worry about dieing all the time. Things would be so much easier. It would simplify many lives. There is no good Potter other than a dead Potter...."
"JAMES!"
"Rosmerta, face it. I have one theory in life. That is that life sucks. Yes, Rosmerta. To live is sucky, to die divine..."