Are you crazy? I'm not gonna make father and son fight over a girl!
Yeesh. They will have an adventure together, though. I can guarantee some
action! Oh yeah. Was that sarcasm, Kaori Knight, cause I think that was
kinda annoying. But hey, flames welcome! Especially carefully constructed
ones! Oh yeah, Anne Black, I SAID JAMES WAS A FUCKING SEEKER, SO JAMES WAS
A FUCKING SEEKER! Besides, I know he was a chaser, but being a seeker plays
an important role in the story. Thanks for reviewing! Though your flaming
sucks big time. Ern, sorry about that, I usually tend to be a bit, um,
aggressive. Yeah. That and it just kinda makes me had when people point out
mistakes that I made purposefully. Sorry! No pun intended! I'm 11 years
old, what the fuck do you expect? {Um, yeah, I swear a lot} Heh, heh ,heh!
Chapter #3 {August 12th, 7:00 a.m.}
Hermione groaned and looked around. The sun was shining down merrily into the clearing, making the grass look greener than ever from the sparkling dew. She remembered suddenly about James and looked wildly around, not aware yet that there was a weight in her lap. She looked down and smiled. James was lying right near her, his head in her lap. She thought about waking him because she couldn't move, but decided to let him sleep. She was pleased to see that his skin was no longer pale, it had a healthy tan on it. His chest was rising up and down softly, a clear sign that he was still alive. His black hair was reflecting blue lights. The day was definitely going to be hot. She laid James' head down on the ground and started to get ready to climb the tree and get an apple. She was trying her hardest but the tree was tall and thick, and she kept sliding down and getting slivers in her hands.
"You know there happens to be an easier way to do that." A voice said from behind her. She spun around. James had gotten up and he was standing there, calm as ever.
"How, then?" Hermione asked, plainly frustrated. James shrugged.
"I'll transform, you stand on my back and pick as many as you think we'll eat."
"But are you feeling up to it? I thought you were dying last night!" Hermione exclaimed, grimacing.
"Naw. I'm all better." James replied, shrugging. Hermione sighed.
"You should just relax you know. You need rest." She answered swiftly.
"Nope. Got everything I need right here. I got food, water, and a pretty companion." James replied, grinning. Hermione blushed.
"I'm not really pretty." She muttered quietly.
"What are you talking about? Look at you, you're beautiful!" James exclaimed with a quirky gin. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm not." She whispered. James took her face in his hands.
"Listen to me, you are beautiful in your own way. You hair is nice, your eyes are to kill for. And your emotional side is what I like." He answered, smiling at her warmly.
"What does that mean?" She asked curiously.
"You're nice, that's what it means." James replied with a shrug. Hermione watched as he got up, sighed and relaxed, then a faint pop signaled his transformation. A tall stag with stormy blue eyes and a lethal looking rack of antlers was standing there patiently. Hermione walked over to him and he bent down on his front legs in a bowing motion. She held on and he rose carefully. Hermione had rode a horse before, but that was all, and that horse had been bumpy. When she was sitting on his back it felt like she was sitting on a cloud. He stood up his hind legs and she reached up, snatching four apples out of the tree. He got back down and transformed with her still clinging to his back. She looked down at him and blushed. He grinned and let her get down, then he took an apple and bit into it hungrily.
"So how come you're alive? I thought You-Know-Who killed you and Lily." Hermione asked curiously.
"Well, I didn't really die. I kinda just faded away. That's what a Fire Prince does, he can't die, he just leaves the planet for a while." James said with a shrug.
"You're a Fire Prince? Aren't they, like, disturbed and dangerous?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"They get the same prejudice that werewolves get. Just because one was insane or vicious doesn't necessarily mean the whole lot of us are." James replied, scowling. Hermione grinned, knowing James was referring to Lupin, a former teacher.
"Yeah, Remus Lupin isn't vicious." She said with a shrug.
"You know Remus?" James said in surprise.
"Yeah, he taught me and Harry in our third year. I found out he was a werewolf because Snape assigned us an essay, when Lupin was gone on the full moon. He probably misses you guys in your animagus form." Hermione said nonchalantly.
"Whoa, how could Snape spare teach?"
"He teaches potions."
"Eww. How do you know about us being animagi?"
"Lupin and Sirius told us." James perked up.
"So they're alive?"
"Yeah. You thought they were dead too?"
"Werewolves only live average 15 to 20 years. That means Remus has been a werewolf for 30 years, cause he got bitten when he was 5, and he'd be 35 right now. And Sirius, I thought he was in Azkaban."
"He broke out. And most werewolves die from either suicide or depression. Lupin is stronger-minded than that." Hermione giggled at the look on James' face.
"Well, if any person alive could break out of Azkaban its Sirius." He said thoughtfully. "Say, how did Snape become a teacher? I thought he was a spy."
"I don't know why Dumbledore trusts him." Hermione replied.
"You know, I'm the one that helped him shake off the ministry." James replied. "I trust him, to a certain extent."
"Oh, sorry."
"But how could Snape be a teacher? He's an idiot." James added, smirking.
"So you aren't a bad Fire Prince?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Trust me, if I was a bad Fire Prince, and you pissed me off, there wouldn't be nothing but a pile of ashes left. " James replied with a shrug. Hermione grinned and the two feasted on apples for the rest of the morning.
END OF CHAPTER
Well, there you have it. Poor James, he seems to be in love. I'll have to add his feelings in the next chapter. Don't forget to review!
Chapter #3 {August 12th, 7:00 a.m.}
Hermione groaned and looked around. The sun was shining down merrily into the clearing, making the grass look greener than ever from the sparkling dew. She remembered suddenly about James and looked wildly around, not aware yet that there was a weight in her lap. She looked down and smiled. James was lying right near her, his head in her lap. She thought about waking him because she couldn't move, but decided to let him sleep. She was pleased to see that his skin was no longer pale, it had a healthy tan on it. His chest was rising up and down softly, a clear sign that he was still alive. His black hair was reflecting blue lights. The day was definitely going to be hot. She laid James' head down on the ground and started to get ready to climb the tree and get an apple. She was trying her hardest but the tree was tall and thick, and she kept sliding down and getting slivers in her hands.
"You know there happens to be an easier way to do that." A voice said from behind her. She spun around. James had gotten up and he was standing there, calm as ever.
"How, then?" Hermione asked, plainly frustrated. James shrugged.
"I'll transform, you stand on my back and pick as many as you think we'll eat."
"But are you feeling up to it? I thought you were dying last night!" Hermione exclaimed, grimacing.
"Naw. I'm all better." James replied, shrugging. Hermione sighed.
"You should just relax you know. You need rest." She answered swiftly.
"Nope. Got everything I need right here. I got food, water, and a pretty companion." James replied, grinning. Hermione blushed.
"I'm not really pretty." She muttered quietly.
"What are you talking about? Look at you, you're beautiful!" James exclaimed with a quirky gin. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm not." She whispered. James took her face in his hands.
"Listen to me, you are beautiful in your own way. You hair is nice, your eyes are to kill for. And your emotional side is what I like." He answered, smiling at her warmly.
"What does that mean?" She asked curiously.
"You're nice, that's what it means." James replied with a shrug. Hermione watched as he got up, sighed and relaxed, then a faint pop signaled his transformation. A tall stag with stormy blue eyes and a lethal looking rack of antlers was standing there patiently. Hermione walked over to him and he bent down on his front legs in a bowing motion. She held on and he rose carefully. Hermione had rode a horse before, but that was all, and that horse had been bumpy. When she was sitting on his back it felt like she was sitting on a cloud. He stood up his hind legs and she reached up, snatching four apples out of the tree. He got back down and transformed with her still clinging to his back. She looked down at him and blushed. He grinned and let her get down, then he took an apple and bit into it hungrily.
"So how come you're alive? I thought You-Know-Who killed you and Lily." Hermione asked curiously.
"Well, I didn't really die. I kinda just faded away. That's what a Fire Prince does, he can't die, he just leaves the planet for a while." James said with a shrug.
"You're a Fire Prince? Aren't they, like, disturbed and dangerous?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"They get the same prejudice that werewolves get. Just because one was insane or vicious doesn't necessarily mean the whole lot of us are." James replied, scowling. Hermione grinned, knowing James was referring to Lupin, a former teacher.
"Yeah, Remus Lupin isn't vicious." She said with a shrug.
"You know Remus?" James said in surprise.
"Yeah, he taught me and Harry in our third year. I found out he was a werewolf because Snape assigned us an essay, when Lupin was gone on the full moon. He probably misses you guys in your animagus form." Hermione said nonchalantly.
"Whoa, how could Snape spare teach?"
"He teaches potions."
"Eww. How do you know about us being animagi?"
"Lupin and Sirius told us." James perked up.
"So they're alive?"
"Yeah. You thought they were dead too?"
"Werewolves only live average 15 to 20 years. That means Remus has been a werewolf for 30 years, cause he got bitten when he was 5, and he'd be 35 right now. And Sirius, I thought he was in Azkaban."
"He broke out. And most werewolves die from either suicide or depression. Lupin is stronger-minded than that." Hermione giggled at the look on James' face.
"Well, if any person alive could break out of Azkaban its Sirius." He said thoughtfully. "Say, how did Snape become a teacher? I thought he was a spy."
"I don't know why Dumbledore trusts him." Hermione replied.
"You know, I'm the one that helped him shake off the ministry." James replied. "I trust him, to a certain extent."
"Oh, sorry."
"But how could Snape be a teacher? He's an idiot." James added, smirking.
"So you aren't a bad Fire Prince?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Trust me, if I was a bad Fire Prince, and you pissed me off, there wouldn't be nothing but a pile of ashes left. " James replied with a shrug. Hermione grinned and the two feasted on apples for the rest of the morning.
END OF CHAPTER
Well, there you have it. Poor James, he seems to be in love. I'll have to add his feelings in the next chapter. Don't forget to review!
