DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling is the God of the Harry Potter universe, I am not.
A/N: THANK YOU REVIEWERS! I love you all forever and ever and feel inspired to write the next chapter NOW instead of in a year and a half.
James woke up in his familiar Hogwarts dormitory bed with his three friends' breathing the only sound filling the air. Wondering why he woke up so incredibly early he yawned, stretched, and slipped off to shower.
He paused as he heard a whimper from Wormtail's bed. Going over he heard incoherent sentences formed.
"M-m-master. I di-id m-m-my best... No. No. P-p-please? Let me t-try again?"
When Peter began quivering with squealing James woke him up by touching his shoulder. Peter responded by clutching his left forearm and curling into a ball.
"Wormtail?" James asked.
"No! Please! Don't hurt me..." Wormtail's mind was still in his dream.
"Peter, why the hell would I do that? You're my friend. C'mon, it's time to wake up, depending on who you talk to about it," smiling in the direction of Sirius's bed James turned and went to take his shower.
When James left him alone Peter's memories, relived in his dream, came back to him.
"Wormtail. You did not properly kill them, the one with the knife wound is still barely alive, and the other is barely unconscious. You are a poor ally, indeed, if you can't properly kill two unarmed Muggles," Voldemort hissed.
"M-m-master. I di-id m-m-my best," Wormtail said in weak self- defense.
"Your best isn't good enough to be a Death Eater then! How about having a proper Death Eater kill you and show you how it's done?"
"No. No. P-p-please? Let me t-try again," Wormtail asked, terrified of an affirmative or negating answer.
Voldemort sneered and touched his shoulder causing his left forearm, where the dark mark had been burned, to have stabbing pain travel up it.
At that point James has interrupted the flow of memories, but, as it always happens, had touched his shoulder at the same moment Voldemort had in his dream. Wormtail shuddered once more and went to get ready for his first day back at Hogwarts.
James, after his shower, wondered back into his dormitory just in time to keep Sirius from walking out the window in his attempt to go into the bathroom.
"Sirius! I'm going to Dumbledore about you, Padfootly, there's no way you're going to kill yourself because you don't want to wake up properly," James said.
"Ih 'm 'ake e'ou' 'mes," Sirius sleepily babbled.
"Could you translate that?" Remus asked, looking fully awake and showered.
"He said 'I am awake enough, James.' You just have to talk to him enough when he's half asleep..." James stopped, realizing that people could take that as something it isn't, "He only stays half asleep until two in the afternoon or so. And stop looking at me like that! He's my brother, you think I'm going to be attracted to him?"
"Ih 'm ir'ble. 'N 'ris' 's." Sirius said.
"James?" Remus asked.
"You want literal translation? 'I am irresistible. Wouldn't surprised was.' You used to be able to understand him last year, did he get that much worse over the summer?" James asked.
"Very much so, I also have never tried to have a conversation with him before his shower," Remus answered.
Still with his eyes half shut Sirius meandered into the bathroom. James began to get dressed, just as he was trying to find socks that wouldn't make the whole school run from the smell, or perform bubble head charms, or try and bit his toes off when any teacher asked him a question the dormitory door opened. Whirling around James found himself face to face with a beautiful and surprised Lily Evans.
"I'm so sorry, James!" Lily said.
"For what? I don't mind your early morning visits, you talk proper English, don't wake up thrashing around with nightmares, and... Remus is also like that, but you're prettier than he is, so I'd rather to you," James rambled.
"That's a very biased opinion, James, I don't think you ever give anyone except for Lily Evans a chance to be beautiful in your eyes," Remus said.
"That's because she's the most beautiful, perfect, sweet, intelligent, loyal, good witch or wizard in this school," James didn't quite know what he was saying.
"Nope, I disagree. You and Sirius are most loyal and intelligent. Good is you or Dumbledore, you actually feel what you say when you talk about evil. Beautiful is up for debate. Perfect, that's a pretty hard thing to define; I'll skip it. Finally, if someone walked up to me and was like 'who's the sweetest student at school?' I wouldn't be able to decide between you and Remus. Remus is so honest and tries to hard to be a good little prefect and a good friend to you. He gets in trouble to trying to please everyone. You're more of the once I'm happy then I make everyone else happy type of person; honest, loyal, brave, and a superb prankster... Oops, I think I made a speech," Lily said.
"You make me sound like a combination of the idea Gryffindor qualities, along with a few fun little pranks," James was feeling slightly uncomfortable with her praise.
"You are! I sometimes wish you could see how wonderful you are. How very... James Potter-like you are. I wouldn't trade being your friend for anything," Lily replied.
Peter walked in and overheard the last sentence by Lily and began to wonder what she would do when faced with being killed or betraying her friends. Peter watched as James explained to Lily about the toe biting socks, making the victim wearing them look shocked, surprised and confused. James had invented them himself, and really needed someone to test them for him. The pair was so innocently in love that Peter felt nauseous at carrying through his master's first instructions.
A/N: THANK YOU REVIEWERS! I love you all forever and ever and feel inspired to write the next chapter NOW instead of in a year and a half.
James woke up in his familiar Hogwarts dormitory bed with his three friends' breathing the only sound filling the air. Wondering why he woke up so incredibly early he yawned, stretched, and slipped off to shower.
He paused as he heard a whimper from Wormtail's bed. Going over he heard incoherent sentences formed.
"M-m-master. I di-id m-m-my best... No. No. P-p-please? Let me t-try again?"
When Peter began quivering with squealing James woke him up by touching his shoulder. Peter responded by clutching his left forearm and curling into a ball.
"Wormtail?" James asked.
"No! Please! Don't hurt me..." Wormtail's mind was still in his dream.
"Peter, why the hell would I do that? You're my friend. C'mon, it's time to wake up, depending on who you talk to about it," smiling in the direction of Sirius's bed James turned and went to take his shower.
When James left him alone Peter's memories, relived in his dream, came back to him.
"Wormtail. You did not properly kill them, the one with the knife wound is still barely alive, and the other is barely unconscious. You are a poor ally, indeed, if you can't properly kill two unarmed Muggles," Voldemort hissed.
"M-m-master. I di-id m-m-my best," Wormtail said in weak self- defense.
"Your best isn't good enough to be a Death Eater then! How about having a proper Death Eater kill you and show you how it's done?"
"No. No. P-p-please? Let me t-try again," Wormtail asked, terrified of an affirmative or negating answer.
Voldemort sneered and touched his shoulder causing his left forearm, where the dark mark had been burned, to have stabbing pain travel up it.
At that point James has interrupted the flow of memories, but, as it always happens, had touched his shoulder at the same moment Voldemort had in his dream. Wormtail shuddered once more and went to get ready for his first day back at Hogwarts.
James, after his shower, wondered back into his dormitory just in time to keep Sirius from walking out the window in his attempt to go into the bathroom.
"Sirius! I'm going to Dumbledore about you, Padfootly, there's no way you're going to kill yourself because you don't want to wake up properly," James said.
"Ih 'm 'ake e'ou' 'mes," Sirius sleepily babbled.
"Could you translate that?" Remus asked, looking fully awake and showered.
"He said 'I am awake enough, James.' You just have to talk to him enough when he's half asleep..." James stopped, realizing that people could take that as something it isn't, "He only stays half asleep until two in the afternoon or so. And stop looking at me like that! He's my brother, you think I'm going to be attracted to him?"
"Ih 'm ir'ble. 'N 'ris' 's." Sirius said.
"James?" Remus asked.
"You want literal translation? 'I am irresistible. Wouldn't surprised was.' You used to be able to understand him last year, did he get that much worse over the summer?" James asked.
"Very much so, I also have never tried to have a conversation with him before his shower," Remus answered.
Still with his eyes half shut Sirius meandered into the bathroom. James began to get dressed, just as he was trying to find socks that wouldn't make the whole school run from the smell, or perform bubble head charms, or try and bit his toes off when any teacher asked him a question the dormitory door opened. Whirling around James found himself face to face with a beautiful and surprised Lily Evans.
"I'm so sorry, James!" Lily said.
"For what? I don't mind your early morning visits, you talk proper English, don't wake up thrashing around with nightmares, and... Remus is also like that, but you're prettier than he is, so I'd rather to you," James rambled.
"That's a very biased opinion, James, I don't think you ever give anyone except for Lily Evans a chance to be beautiful in your eyes," Remus said.
"That's because she's the most beautiful, perfect, sweet, intelligent, loyal, good witch or wizard in this school," James didn't quite know what he was saying.
"Nope, I disagree. You and Sirius are most loyal and intelligent. Good is you or Dumbledore, you actually feel what you say when you talk about evil. Beautiful is up for debate. Perfect, that's a pretty hard thing to define; I'll skip it. Finally, if someone walked up to me and was like 'who's the sweetest student at school?' I wouldn't be able to decide between you and Remus. Remus is so honest and tries to hard to be a good little prefect and a good friend to you. He gets in trouble to trying to please everyone. You're more of the once I'm happy then I make everyone else happy type of person; honest, loyal, brave, and a superb prankster... Oops, I think I made a speech," Lily said.
"You make me sound like a combination of the idea Gryffindor qualities, along with a few fun little pranks," James was feeling slightly uncomfortable with her praise.
"You are! I sometimes wish you could see how wonderful you are. How very... James Potter-like you are. I wouldn't trade being your friend for anything," Lily replied.
Peter walked in and overheard the last sentence by Lily and began to wonder what she would do when faced with being killed or betraying her friends. Peter watched as James explained to Lily about the toe biting socks, making the victim wearing them look shocked, surprised and confused. James had invented them himself, and really needed someone to test them for him. The pair was so innocently in love that Peter felt nauseous at carrying through his master's first instructions.