"You were with Evans, weren't you?" Sirius asked, still sitting in his bed.
James groaned. "Maybe, I want to go to bed—"
"I wanted to go to bed at ten o'clock Prongs, but guess why I didn't! BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE ABDUCTED BY A DEATH EATER OR SOMETHING!" Sirius had his arms crossed over his chest. "NOW EITHER YOU ADMIT YOU WERE WITH EVANS, AND GIVE ME THE DETAILS, OR I'LL GO AND ASK HER!"
This had caused Remus to wake up. "What's going on?"
Sirius turned sharply to look at Remus. "Guess who finally decided to come home."
"Mum, it won't happen again." James pleaded jokingly, but it did not change Sirius' out look on the situation.
"ALRIGHT, I AM GOING TO THE GIRLS' DORMITORY THEN!" Still in his boxers, he stormed out of the room.
"James, what did you do to him?" Remus asked, jumping out of bed and grabbing his robes.
With his face in his pillow, he mumbled something as a response.
"You didn't," Remus started, buckling his belt.
James looked up and nodded. "I know."
"I have to go and save him before he faces the dormitory's wrath."
"I'll come too."
So James and Remus raced down the mahogany stairs that led to the common room. There was an eerie silence during the night and the silvery strands of moonlight showed there was a lot of dust in the air. Everything that was once red and gold was blue under the night sky.
"I've never been in here this late before." Remus said, brushing his fingers through his blonde-white hair.
James laughed to himself. "I have, about five minutes ago."
"Well you don't count then."
They ran to the doorway that held the stairs to the Girls' dormitory. It was identical to the Boys' only that there was a sign in scarlet writing that said:
GIRLS' DORMITORY
Any Boy that Chooses to Bring Horrible Pain Upon Himself, We Welcome You Happily.
Professor M. McGonagall
"Where is Sirius, how'd he get in?" James asked, looking around the empty common room.
"He could only get in if a teacher brings him, or if a girl lets him in—which I doubt they did because that could result in expulsion from Hogwarts." Lupin stared at stairs.
"Maybe the stairs just let him in?" James shrugged.
He walked towards the stairs, leaving an apprehensive Remus behind him. He picked up his foot slowly and then jabbed it toward the stairs, waving it in the air. His foot was successfully on its way to the girls' room. Slowly he lowered it to the wood…He had both feet on the first step.
"It's not bad, c'mon its just letting us go up." He motioned for Remus to follow him.
James began to walk up the stairs, heavy steps echoing loudly. Remus was still at the bottom, no feet on the stairs.
"Are you coming or—" Before James could finish eggs came shooting at him from no visible direction. The yolks splattered all over the place, some getting Moony a little eggy.
"Come back!" Lupin called, eyes closed to keep the egg out. "James?" Slowly the cracks of shells breaking stopped and Remus opened his eyes. He saw white bits of shell and yellow muck splattered everywhere, but no Prongs.
"Hello?" He looked around. There was absolutely nobody anywhere. "The stair case ate him." He said quietly to himself. Quickly he started to run up the stairs, but he got half way when he was his with a stupefying charm and pummeled with eggs and the stairs disappeared. He was falling; the stairs gave way beneath him. It was like traveling by Flue Powder, only with no flames. He was falling…
Right into McGonagall's office.
"Mister Lupin, I wasn't expecting to see you here." She was scribbling something on a yellowing piece of parchment. Remus looked around to see an eggy James sitting next to an eggier Sirius. McGonagall was sitting at her cluttered desk; she didn't look up from her writing once. "Sit down, you'll have quite a stay here. I assure you." She motioned to a small wooden chair like the ones his two friends were sitting on.
When she finished scribbling her note, she looked up. But not at the boys, she called her owl to her desk. "Artemis, take this to Albus immediately." The big barn owl hooted softly before flying out of the small room. Then she straightened her rectangular spectacles and looked at the three Marauders.
"What were you thinking? Mister Black, I expected him sooner or later, even Mister Potter. But Remus…" She shook her head. "What even gave you the thought? What made you think you would get away with trying this? I expect the Headmaster will be wanting to speak to you." She sighed. "Well, are you going to tell me your side of the story?"
"Are you serious?" James asked. "Maybe you should sleep before you—"
"Mister Potter! You will use this moment to your advantage or you won't use it at all!" She had a purple tint to her face.
Remus swallowed. "I was coming to save him." He motioned to James.
"And why were you on your way to the Girls' dormitory, Mister Potter?"
He looked at Sirius. "I was saving him."
McGonagall stared Sirius in the eyes. He looked at his friends nervously before answering. "Well Professor," Last time I save their arses. He thought to himself. "I heard Miss Evans…" He paused. "Wasn't feeling well. I had just finished my…"
"Your what?" McGonagall asked sharply.
"My potion! Yes that's it, my healing potion—from potions class." He pointed at her as if directing the information to her head.
She sighed. "You will direct your finger somewhere else or you will not be able to direct it again, Mister Black."
"Sorry Professor, it's the sleep deprivation." He waved his hands as if showing her some invisible smoke. "Anyway, you know how long those potions take to brew! I had to wait until this ungodly hour—" He shot a look to James. "—Before I could give it to Lily."
She nodded her head, absorbing the information she was given. "And why were you delivering this in your knickers?"
Sirius was taken aback. Did he just hear Headmistress Minerva McGonagall say 'knickers'? "Er—I—Excuse me?"
"Your underwear, didn't you think of being decent when you visited a room full of girls?" Sirius knew that James was trying as hard as he could not to laugh.
He breathed. "Well, I thought I'd give the girls a treat." He smiled.
McGonagall, however, was not amused. She stood up in her tartan robe, towering over Sirius. "MISTER BLACK, I AM SURE THAT THE MANY GRYFFINDOR GIRLS YOU WERE PLANNING TO VISIT WOULD NOT—"
"That will be all, Minerva." Professor Albus Dumbledore glided into the small cluttered room, waving his wand at a stack of old Daily Prophets and turning them into a huge lounge chair. "Would anyone like to inform of tonight's happenings?"
McGonagall opened her mouth but looked as though she was about to steam as Dumbledore silenced her with a hand. "I meant any of the boys, Minerva."
James, who found the situation incredibly funny, blurted out: "Sirius thought he'd give Lily a treat by showing up next to her bed half naked!"
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, peering warily at Sirius. Remus looked away, clearly smiling too much to be seen, and Sirius smiled at Dumbledore.
"Don't you think I would be a treat?" He combed his hand through his hair, causing some egg slime to fall to the floor.
Albus looked over to Minerva, who had sat back down and was pointing her wand at the egg mess.
"Professor McGonagall," he interrupted her scourgify spell.
"Yes Albus?" She put her wand back into her robes.
"This is clearly a case of male egotism. I think that expulsion is unnecessary, but a deduction of house points is in order." He stood up and transformed his chair back into the tattered newspaper. "I would however, change the charm on the staircase—make it a bit more deadly." He headed for the door, and winked at Sirius.
McGonagall nodded. "In that case I deduct fifty—yes fifty, get that look of your face Potter—points from Gryffindor. And I would like you to know that I am deeply ashamed to have to punish my own house so hardly." She pointed a wand at the boys, muttered a spell and they all disappeared.
Back in the boys' dormitory, James and Sirius made a break for the bathroom.
"Let me in!" James yelled, trying to pry Sirius' fingers off the doorknob.
"I deserve it! I just saved your arse back there!" He said, kicking James in the shin.
"Yeah, you sure saved us! Now the whole house will know—"
"SCOURGIFY!" Remus yelled, wand pointed at the two. Instantly they became engulfed with pink bubbles. "It's that easy."
The soapy matter melted away leaving all three of them dry and smelling like peppermints.
"So," Sirius said, watching James crawl into bed. "Where were you?"
Remus who already had his eyes closed sighed loudly. "Does it matter?"
"Yes, I just risked my neck with Dumbledore and McGonagall because James chose to stay out all night!"
James moaned. "Fine! I'll tell you where I was!" He sat up, glasses crooked.
"Good," Sirius said, satisfied look upon his face.
He rubbed his temples. "Evans is Muggle born."
"That's it?" Lupin said, eyes still closed.
"No. I asked one of her friends what her favorite things were and she said the movie West Side Story." James sighed, flopping backwards into bed.
Sirius, who had risen an eyebrow, asked: "What's a movie?"
James began to laugh hysterically. "That's just it! I have no bloody idea! So I have been all over the British Isles looking for the West Side Story. That's where I've been! That's why I'm laughing!"
"Why were you looking for it anyway?" Remus asked, eyes open now.
"So that I could talk to her about it…but I give up. Muggles think up the weirdest things…"
Sirius lay down. "I guess I could tell you where we were during that class now."
A/N: What? Did you think I would just tell you where he was so soon? Nah! Anyway, sorry for all the plot establishing. Don't worry, Sirius will start to get jealous soon, but I've got to make Lily like James first… : ) Oh yeah, I don't know if a guy would wear knickers…or how old Lily and James were when they died. I figured even if it was a few years old, Lily could like West Side Story, right?