The Adventures of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
::Year One::

Chapter Five: James

By: Prongs and Padfoot

Author's Note: I am so sorry this chapter took so long to finish. Prongs would like to thank Francis, Padfoot, Moony, Snivelly, Wormtail and Ian. Thank you for all of your love and support. I love you all!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we do not own these characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling.

I think I must have had a little too much wine, because my head was starting to feel all funny and my own thoughts were really beginning to startle me.

And Sirius was becoming increasingly worried about me. "James... 'ello? James! Are you in there?" he knocked his fist against the side of my head, but I was far too busy staring at him to answer. I wanted to lick away the small droplets of wine that still hovered on Sirius' lips. And I found that all I could think about was how I wanted to drag him down to the floor and kiss him madly, not caring who would see, when suddenly my attention was averted to a loud chiming noise, coming from the staff table up front. The headmaster stood up and started to address the student body.

"Now that we've all eaten, I would just like to say a few words before your house prefects drag you all off to your dormitories. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students and I must also ask all of you to stay clear of the Whomping Willow tree that has recently been planted near the Game Keeper's house. It may still be small, but it will inflict some major damage on you, if you go anywhere near it.

"Also, Quidditch tryouts will be held next Monday. Anyone who is at least a second year student may contact Madame Hooch about it.

"Now off to bed all of you!" Dumbledore sat back down and started talking to Professor McGonagall as Arthur started to escort all of the Gryffindors from the Great Hall. I got up to leave, watching Sirius and Remus stow extra food into their hats for Grim, when someone at the Slytherin table caught my eye.

I hadn't even noticed that he was even here. Severus Snape. Sirius wasn't the only one I had a crush on. I had also been secretly lusting after Severus for the past few months. I had known him my entire life, since he was Sirius' cousin, but I had just recently started to feel this way about him.

But lately Severus was becoming increasingly distant towards us. He was spending much more time with his other friends, Lucius Malfoy, and Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, who I also noticed were Slytherins. Before I knew what I was doing, I was walking toward the Slytherin table.

"James, where are you going? The dorms are this way." Sirius tugged on my robes. I absent-mindedly brushed him off. "I'll meet you guys back at the dormitory, alright? I'm gonna go talk to Severus." Sirius shrugged his shoulders and turned and walked away with Remus and Peter. I walked over to the Slytherin table and up behind Severus and caught the end of his robes and pulled him to the side before anyone noticed.

"Severus, I haven't seen you in so long... you wouldn't by any chance be avoiding me, would you?" I grinned at him.

"James, oh no, I haven't." He shook his head and frowned as he looked toward the floor. "I guess I've just been busy lately. You know, getting ready to come to school and all."

"Yeah, but you could've owled me or something, hey, why'd you think they put you in Slytherin?" I asked as we walked with the crowd out of the Great Hall."

"I don't know. My whole family was, so I guess it's in my blood, you know?" He smiled sadly.

"Well, personally I don't think the Sorting Hat made the right decision." I smiled sweetly back at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and rejoined the Gryffindors.

"See you in class tomorrow Snivelly!" I called as he smiled and waved good- bye.

About 15 minutes later I was standing in the middle of our dormitory ready to pass out in the floor. There were five beds in our room and five of us, but no one could decide which bed they wanted. Personally, I didn't care, and neither did Remus. We just wanted to get to bed, but the other three were having problems making a decision.

"I want the bed by the window!" Sirius insisted.

"No, I do!" Frank Longbottom was on the verge of hysteria.

"Well I don't care where I sleep, as long it's not too close to Sirius. His snoring will keep me up," Peter complained, as Sirius shot him a nasty glare.

Remus sighed heavily and sat down on the corner of the bed by the door that no one seemed to want to claim. "Well, I'm just going to sleep here if no one cares."" He lay down on the bed.

Sirius looked over to Remus, and a particularly strange look came over his face. "Fine you can have the bed by the window Frank, I'll take the bed by Remus." Sirius smiled at Remus and flopped down onto the bed with Grim.

Now that Sirius and Frank were happy there was just Peter and me.

"Well, since you don't want to be near Sirius, Peter, I'll take the one beside him and you can have the one on my other side," I reasoned.

"Alright."

And with that we all got into our beds and were soon fast asleep.

In the morning, I slipped over to Sirius' bed to wake him. I pulled myself up onto his bed and was about to wake him when I heard a muffled noise coming from Peter's direction. I looked over to see what was wrong, but I saw him walking hurriedly from the room. I turned back to Sirius and began to poke at him for several minutes before we both got dressed and headed down to breakfast.

Once we got down to breakfast we took our seats between Peter and Remus and found a piece of Parchment laying on our plates in front of us. It was the day's schedule:

8:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m. - Breakfast

9:30 a.m. - 10:30 a.m. - Charms - Professor Flitwick
Gryffindor/Ravenclaw

11:00 a.m. - 11:30 a.m. - Flying - Madame Hooch
Gryffindor/Slytherin

12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m. - Lunch

1:30 p.m. - 2:30 p.m. - Transfiguration - Professor Norris, assisted by Mrs. McGonagall
Gryffindor/Ravenclaw

3:00 p.m. - 4:00 p.m. - Potions - Professor Riddle
Gryffindor/Slytherin

7:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. - Dinner

I slipped the piece of parchment into my pocket and started to pile bacon and toast on to my plate, oblivious to the conversations going on around me at the table. I was too distracted to catch anything but bits and pieces of what everyone was saying. Sirius and Remus were telling Remus about the various classes and Frank was talking to a cute little blonde girl named Alice. Then, I heard Arthur telling his fellow Quidditch players about when the first Quidditch practice would be. And that's when I got the big idea. Somehow, I would steal the snitch. I wanted to play Quidditch so bad, but was too young, so if I couldn't play, why should anyone else be able to? Didn't Andromeda give me an exact replica of the snitch for my birthday...?