The next day James overslept. He totally did. The clock was already ten
when he finally woke. On his bedside table he found a little note written
in Sirius' big and sloppy handwriting. „Have a nice sleep! I'll tell
McGonagall that you ate something strange last night and we thought you
wanted to sleep. Well, maybe I'll tell her that... Ok, just kidding. Padfoot"
James didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. He finally chose the first one and smiled at himself. That gave him a free morning. He decided it was the best to stay inside though it was a beautiful day outside. Oh well, he could play Quidditch with Sirius and Remus afterwards anyway. Then a thought struck him – maybe he had another letter. He got up quickly and got dressed. After a moment he was already in the common room. And just as he thought – there was a letter addressed to him on the small round table. He took the letter and sat in the nearby armchair.
"Dear James, How did you get my letters? How? I have to tell you that this is the last letter I'll ever write to you because I just can't think about what you'll do if you discover who I am. I even don't trust my own roommates anymore. For all I know it could have been one of them anyway. I hope you aren't angry at me because I don't tell you my name but I just can't! I just can't! You'll make my life downright hell if you know who I am. So – no. I'm really sorry but I won't change my mind. After I finish this letter I'm going to go and find out who that brat was who gave my letters to you. And when I find out – he (or she) will be...Let's just say it won't be a nice sight. I'm quite good at both Charms and DADA. Whoops, I shouldn't have said that. God, now I sound like Hagrid. Ok, I better finish it before the others wake up. It's about six o'clock. I wish it didn't go this way."
Under the letter was a name, but it was crossed out so many times it was unreadable. The first letter looked a bit like 'L' but James wasn't sure about it. He sighed and pocketed the letter. So it was the last one. But it just can't end this way. He had to do something. With a moment he had gone to the dormitories, taken his parchment, quill and ink, and sat back to his armchair. He put the quill into the ink and stopped for a second. Then he took the quill again and put it on the parchment.
"Dear *** It doesn't have to end this way. Meet you at ten o'clock tonight at the owlery.
James."
He put the letter into an envelope and wrote 'From J. Potter' on it and put that into his pocket. He then stood up and cleaned the mess on the table with a flick of his wand. He turned around and went to look for his friends.
He found them in the Great Hall, tucking in. So it was lunchtime already. He went and sat next to Sirius.
"How did you sleep?" Sirius asked with a grin. "Fine, thank you very much," James answered and grinned back. "Listen, I've got another letter. Can you give it to Sam?" he asked. "Sure, no problem," said Sirius and took the letter from James. "This smells good," said James and leaned over the table for a delicious-looking pie.
Later that day, when he was doing his homework in the common room, Sirius suddenly appeared from nowhere. "I've got an answer," he said, handing him a piece of paper. James took it with, as he noticed, shaking hands and unfolded it. It hold only on word, written it tiny handwriting and had lots of ink splattered everywhere on it.
"Yes"
James read the word at least ten times before he could believe his eyes. Yes? How could this be? "What's the clock?" he asked from his friend. "Five from ten," Sirius answered. James hopped up like he had been bitten. "I have to go," he said and stormed away.
He ran like mad and when he finally reached the owlery he was out of breath. He stood by the door for a moment, catching his breath as well as his courage. Then he raised his hand, opened the door and stepped inside. For a brief moment he thought no one was there. But then something moved in front of him and he saw a figure slightly smaller than him, wearing a black cloak.
"I'm..I'm here," he managed to whisper, feeling himself rather stupid. The figure breathed in sharply and turned around quickly. Then she raised her head and two amazingly green eyes looked right in James' eyes.
"Lily?"
James didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. He finally chose the first one and smiled at himself. That gave him a free morning. He decided it was the best to stay inside though it was a beautiful day outside. Oh well, he could play Quidditch with Sirius and Remus afterwards anyway. Then a thought struck him – maybe he had another letter. He got up quickly and got dressed. After a moment he was already in the common room. And just as he thought – there was a letter addressed to him on the small round table. He took the letter and sat in the nearby armchair.
"Dear James, How did you get my letters? How? I have to tell you that this is the last letter I'll ever write to you because I just can't think about what you'll do if you discover who I am. I even don't trust my own roommates anymore. For all I know it could have been one of them anyway. I hope you aren't angry at me because I don't tell you my name but I just can't! I just can't! You'll make my life downright hell if you know who I am. So – no. I'm really sorry but I won't change my mind. After I finish this letter I'm going to go and find out who that brat was who gave my letters to you. And when I find out – he (or she) will be...Let's just say it won't be a nice sight. I'm quite good at both Charms and DADA. Whoops, I shouldn't have said that. God, now I sound like Hagrid. Ok, I better finish it before the others wake up. It's about six o'clock. I wish it didn't go this way."
Under the letter was a name, but it was crossed out so many times it was unreadable. The first letter looked a bit like 'L' but James wasn't sure about it. He sighed and pocketed the letter. So it was the last one. But it just can't end this way. He had to do something. With a moment he had gone to the dormitories, taken his parchment, quill and ink, and sat back to his armchair. He put the quill into the ink and stopped for a second. Then he took the quill again and put it on the parchment.
"Dear *** It doesn't have to end this way. Meet you at ten o'clock tonight at the owlery.
James."
He put the letter into an envelope and wrote 'From J. Potter' on it and put that into his pocket. He then stood up and cleaned the mess on the table with a flick of his wand. He turned around and went to look for his friends.
He found them in the Great Hall, tucking in. So it was lunchtime already. He went and sat next to Sirius.
"How did you sleep?" Sirius asked with a grin. "Fine, thank you very much," James answered and grinned back. "Listen, I've got another letter. Can you give it to Sam?" he asked. "Sure, no problem," said Sirius and took the letter from James. "This smells good," said James and leaned over the table for a delicious-looking pie.
Later that day, when he was doing his homework in the common room, Sirius suddenly appeared from nowhere. "I've got an answer," he said, handing him a piece of paper. James took it with, as he noticed, shaking hands and unfolded it. It hold only on word, written it tiny handwriting and had lots of ink splattered everywhere on it.
"Yes"
James read the word at least ten times before he could believe his eyes. Yes? How could this be? "What's the clock?" he asked from his friend. "Five from ten," Sirius answered. James hopped up like he had been bitten. "I have to go," he said and stormed away.
He ran like mad and when he finally reached the owlery he was out of breath. He stood by the door for a moment, catching his breath as well as his courage. Then he raised his hand, opened the door and stepped inside. For a brief moment he thought no one was there. But then something moved in front of him and he saw a figure slightly smaller than him, wearing a black cloak.
"I'm..I'm here," he managed to whisper, feeling himself rather stupid. The figure breathed in sharply and turned around quickly. Then she raised her head and two amazingly green eyes looked right in James' eyes.
"Lily?"