Chapter # 26
A distinct rumble in his stomach made James tilt his head. Severus had not given him anything to eat, leaving a very hungry Potter to find food. He glanced warily across the table at the sleeping wizard. Severus' hair fluttered as he breathed out, giving him a comical, almost innocent look. He had always been a light sleeper, James knew, so it would be hard to slip by unnoticed. James got up, none the less, for his stomach betrayed him as he snuck towards the door. Damn, he didn't have his cloak. He had given it to Hermione because she had said Harry had been getting suspicious. A soft rumble interrupted him, and he grinned.
"Better feed the machine." He murmured with a smile, then slipped out of Snapes' chambers, past his secret stores, past the students ingredients, through the dim classroom, and straight out into an empty corridor. His marauding instincts kicked in like second nature to him, and James soon was tiptoeing across the great hall, towards the secret corridor. He came to a stop in front of a picture of a bowl of fruit. Reaching up, he traced his finger across the pear and the portrait swung open. James slid in expertly, and was greeted by very sleepy house-elves.
"Master Potter, sir?"
"Dobby, hey, can you do me a favor? I didn't have any dinner, maybe you could get me something." James asked with a smile. The house-elves perked up and immediately started preparing James a first class meal. Three minutes later the man sat down and started to eat the food that the house-elves had gotten him.
"Master Potter, if you does not minds Dobby asking, what's Master Potter doings at Hogwarts?" Dobby asked, watching the man devour the food in front of him. James grinned. For some reason, he had always found talking to house-elves amusing, and an excellent way to pass the time.
"Well, Dobbs, ya see, I met a girl, and she's really nice. Love, you might call it. It's a lot stronger than just friendship."
"Like Harry Potter and his Weezies' sister??" Dobby asked curiously.
"What's a Weezy?" James couldn't help but be curious. So Harry did have a girlfriend, the sly little bugger!
"Weezy is Harry Potters' noble friend. He would do anythings for Harry Potter! Weezies' sister, she is Harry Potters' most favorite girl. Master Potter, you know what he says to Dobby, he says, "Dobby, nothings like a walks with my girl. I loves my girl." He says to Dobby. And his Weezy laughs, and his Weezy calls him Snotter." Dobby said with a shy smile.
"Oh. Does Harry have any other friends?" James asked with a smile, knowing he would hear Hermiones' name. Dobby nodded, always very willing to offer information.
"His other friend. She is very nice to us house- elves. Miss Hermione says, "You should be paid, Dobby!", Dobby says, he is being paid and she thinks all house-elves should get paid."
"I see. Dobby, can you keep a secret?"
"Of course, sir. House-elves is supposed to keep secrets!"
"Hermione, that's the girl I'm in love with." Dobby blinked, then fainted on the spot. James chuckled. He expected that kind of reply, so instead of fussing, he dragged Dobby to a corner and let him lay there, while the plate in front of James continued to get emptier. Oddly enough, it seemed to refill every fifteen minutes.
{An incredibly long two hours later}
A very drunken, plastered James Potter talked happily with the house-elves, his voice slurred from all the firewhiskey.
"It was like, I saw the light." he slurred, stumbling over his words. Several house-elves had gone back to sleeping, but just as many were sitting on the floor with James, talking through hiccups and burps. "All this green light, it was like, fireworks!" he took another swig from the bottle of firewhiskey and giggled, splashing the liquor all over his front. Dobby, who had woken up long ago, burped, then froze, his ears twitching slightly. Somebody was coming, and he knew Master Potter really shouldn't be there, but Dobby didn't say anything. He was too tired to explode and yell at any human right now. The kitchens' residents all stopped, including James, as the portrait started to swing open.
A distinct rumble in his stomach made James tilt his head. Severus had not given him anything to eat, leaving a very hungry Potter to find food. He glanced warily across the table at the sleeping wizard. Severus' hair fluttered as he breathed out, giving him a comical, almost innocent look. He had always been a light sleeper, James knew, so it would be hard to slip by unnoticed. James got up, none the less, for his stomach betrayed him as he snuck towards the door. Damn, he didn't have his cloak. He had given it to Hermione because she had said Harry had been getting suspicious. A soft rumble interrupted him, and he grinned.
"Better feed the machine." He murmured with a smile, then slipped out of Snapes' chambers, past his secret stores, past the students ingredients, through the dim classroom, and straight out into an empty corridor. His marauding instincts kicked in like second nature to him, and James soon was tiptoeing across the great hall, towards the secret corridor. He came to a stop in front of a picture of a bowl of fruit. Reaching up, he traced his finger across the pear and the portrait swung open. James slid in expertly, and was greeted by very sleepy house-elves.
"Master Potter, sir?"
"Dobby, hey, can you do me a favor? I didn't have any dinner, maybe you could get me something." James asked with a smile. The house-elves perked up and immediately started preparing James a first class meal. Three minutes later the man sat down and started to eat the food that the house-elves had gotten him.
"Master Potter, if you does not minds Dobby asking, what's Master Potter doings at Hogwarts?" Dobby asked, watching the man devour the food in front of him. James grinned. For some reason, he had always found talking to house-elves amusing, and an excellent way to pass the time.
"Well, Dobbs, ya see, I met a girl, and she's really nice. Love, you might call it. It's a lot stronger than just friendship."
"Like Harry Potter and his Weezies' sister??" Dobby asked curiously.
"What's a Weezy?" James couldn't help but be curious. So Harry did have a girlfriend, the sly little bugger!
"Weezy is Harry Potters' noble friend. He would do anythings for Harry Potter! Weezies' sister, she is Harry Potters' most favorite girl. Master Potter, you know what he says to Dobby, he says, "Dobby, nothings like a walks with my girl. I loves my girl." He says to Dobby. And his Weezy laughs, and his Weezy calls him Snotter." Dobby said with a shy smile.
"Oh. Does Harry have any other friends?" James asked with a smile, knowing he would hear Hermiones' name. Dobby nodded, always very willing to offer information.
"His other friend. She is very nice to us house- elves. Miss Hermione says, "You should be paid, Dobby!", Dobby says, he is being paid and she thinks all house-elves should get paid."
"I see. Dobby, can you keep a secret?"
"Of course, sir. House-elves is supposed to keep secrets!"
"Hermione, that's the girl I'm in love with." Dobby blinked, then fainted on the spot. James chuckled. He expected that kind of reply, so instead of fussing, he dragged Dobby to a corner and let him lay there, while the plate in front of James continued to get emptier. Oddly enough, it seemed to refill every fifteen minutes.
{An incredibly long two hours later}
A very drunken, plastered James Potter talked happily with the house-elves, his voice slurred from all the firewhiskey.
"It was like, I saw the light." he slurred, stumbling over his words. Several house-elves had gone back to sleeping, but just as many were sitting on the floor with James, talking through hiccups and burps. "All this green light, it was like, fireworks!" he took another swig from the bottle of firewhiskey and giggled, splashing the liquor all over his front. Dobby, who had woken up long ago, burped, then froze, his ears twitching slightly. Somebody was coming, and he knew Master Potter really shouldn't be there, but Dobby didn't say anything. He was too tired to explode and yell at any human right now. The kitchens' residents all stopped, including James, as the portrait started to swing open.
