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James's night sleep had been peaceful, the most peaceful it had been in a long while.  He was proud of himself.  He had actually told someone something he thought who he really didn't know.  It was a first.  Sure, he had told Sirius he was mad, but, not that he found out something about him.  Well, there was that thing with Remus, but Sirius had been there when he did that. 

He quickly adorned himself with robes and went down to breakfast.  He was right on time as he walked in the mountains of food appeared.  He slid down beside Sirius, across from Remus, who was still looking rather pale, and Peter like usual, was late. 

"You guys," Sirius spoke up, James hearing nervousness in his voice.

"I just wonder, what would have happened if you haven't had come James, I mean, I would have..."

"I AM SORRY!" he bellowed, "I just…didn't,"

"Think?" James added.

"Yea, think"

Remus sighed and gave Sirius a supportive smile, trying to show his forgiveness.  Sirius returned it timidly, before turning to an exasperated James, who within a few moments did the same as Remus.

"But, James, was that you?"

"Yep, I did it, all by myself" he boasted with much pride in his voice.

"Were you?"

"Yep, it was."

His sentence was cut short for they looked up and saw a fast approaching third year running up the table.  He was the newest Quidditch member.  He was big for his age, and could hit the bludger like it was the side of a barn.  Though he tried to stop right in front of them, he speed a couple of feet past, but gave a quick hop to where they were seated.

"JAMES!"

"Yes,"

"First game is this week, `ainest Ravenclaw too" the boy spoke as if it excited and terrified him at the same moment. 

James looked up and met eyes with a rather skittish Sixth Year Ravenclaw.  Dark haired and eyed, with a smaller frame, he had to be the new captain and seeker, for in his eyes showed both contempt and intimidation. 

"Don't worry, we will be fine, I know we will win this year,"

"What's you said last year too James," Sirius piped in, feeling forgiven enough to be himself.

"Yeah, well, I still think Snape did something,"

"You should hope so, beaten by Hufflepuff, to lose the Championship to Slytherin," Sirius hoping to get the good shudder that memory usually brought out in James.

"Go eat breakfast now, you will need your rest," James informed the teammate.  He did so with a slight bow of his head. James looked over and with a glance sized up the Ravenclaw and tilted his head, thinking of any tips he could give their own seeker. 

Peter showed up not to long after, seeming to expect Sirius not to be present, but quickly hid it after a sour look from James hung on him for a second. 

"What's today?" Sirius asked after he cramped down another muffin.

"History of Magic, with professor Binns" Remus answered, being his normal polite self, prim and proper compared to Sirius and James. 

Sirius sighed, but James quickly reminded him that it meant they didn't have a class with the Slytherin head today. 

The old white haired git was cruel to anyone who wasn't prepared to elect him emperor of the universe; of course, it was the Slytherins that would have been more than willing to do that.  Everyone else, of course, hated defense against dark arts, and most even figured the name of the class was referring to skipping the class, it was the only escape from him, the embodiment of the dark arts. 

They ran by the dorm, and lily, to grab their history books, but it gave her enough time to shoot James a look between thankfulness and hate.  The four then slid in to their places right as the ghostly teacher floated though the board. 

"Today we being on the creation of the Ministry of Magic," and was about the extent of what James heard.  That was the class in which he had mastered the fine art of sleeping with you eyes open. 

The sleep was not excessively peaceful though, usually involving some overly monotone deep booming voice.  Not today though, it was a surprisingly happy dream. 

From somewhere, he didn't know where, he saw Sirius, Remus, and was that lily? Couldn't be he thought.  He ran up beside them, the four of them laughing and smiling.  They were older though, and, seemed, different, happy, but a different type of happy.

"James" He heard Remus say accompanied with a gentle shaking.

"Huh?" James responded.

"You had ought be glad Binns has already left and didn't see us half to wake us up," Remus continued.

"Oh please, we both know half the class had to be woken up."  He said as he began to wake up fully. 

"Actually, today it was only you and Sirius who had fallen asleep," Remus said very mater-a-factly, putting a slightly pink tint on Sirius's cheeks. 

"Yeah, everyone one else was too bored to sleep," Sirius piped in.

Remus tipped his head as if to acknowledge that what he said could be a possibility.

"Anyway though, we had better be gone, we are going to…" James trailed off.  He could never remember his schedule.

"We have Transfiguration next." Peter said, seeming as though he was worried they might be late, which, they were of course, despite their best attempts.

The walked in no more than a minute late, but McGonagall looked up quickly and called James to walk outside with her for a second. 

"Mr. Potter, I am just so," he could tell her eyes were misting up.  "So, touched, I mean, I heard what you did last night, and am just so shocked that you risked your life to save the person you have spent the greater part of your years here tormenting, and it just, I wish we could show this to the, but, how did you find out about Remus?"

"Oh, well, him saying he was going to see his mother only held up for so long, we figured it out, and, didn't really care, only wish we could help him," He could have kicked himself, he has said to much, she would figure it out.

"That is just so," she gave a soft sniffle then turned on heel leaving James to follow her into class.  He would have sat down, but, notice a folded piece of paper in his seat.  Lily, he automatically thought.

            James,

                        Ok, I will be in the common room as soon as it clears out, but you

had best be warned that I am in no mood to spill my guts to some bigheaded git.

                                                Lily