Ahhhh… The classic Multi-Point-of-View chapter… Brings back such fond memories. And uh… warning, due to all the relationships, or lack thereof, there will be a hella lotta point o' view switching.
James was snogging his girlfriend Lilly Somethingorother. He and Lilly were quite smitten with each other, in fact, James was even willing to disclose information to certain third parties concerning their sexual escapades, yes life was good. But then that little Hermione bint came along and screwed everything up. He was, for lack of better words, love triangled. Fortunately, for him Lilly happened to be a complete and total air-head who had no idea what was going on half of the time. James blamed it on the drug experimentation stage she had gone through after breaking up with her one-time-stand Sirius Black. James kissed Lilly, whilst picturing her to be Hermione. Ahhh… the joys of unrequited love.
Sirius was in a particularly horrible situation. He struggled on his pants as he sheepishly smiled at the 2nd year Hufflepuff. She glared at him.
"If I had known," she began snottily, "That you wouldn't be able to get it up, I would never have asked my friends to kill themselves to get you to notice me." She then left the room, stomping and slamming the door on the way out.
Sirius couldn't figure out what was wrong with his body, nowadays he could only react to professional voyeurism and watching Hermione in the showers. He was a sex god, god damn it! He was not supposed to fall-… in love.
Lucius was huddled in a ball in the corner of his room.He was "internally battling" as they call it so fondly in darkfics. He had a destiny! He was to spend most of his life in either Azkaban or kneeling at the feet of the dark lord. He could not fall in love with a Mudblood. Lower than scum they were, arg, Lucius thought bitterly as tears swept down his face. Why? Why? WHY?
Remus was sitting on the couch, battling his own demons. Well, okay, he was eating a sandwich whilst doing so. Apparently, despite cannon evidence Remus had a dark, dark past. He chewed thoughtfully on his Sandwich and remembered all the times he had bitten and clawed himself, how many times he had feared for the lives of others, how many times he had woken up in a drunken daze surrounded by his naked dorm mates. Yes, Remus had an extremely hard life, and he knew he was only going to be segregated more because of his extreme new-found dislike for Hermione. His wolf senses informed him tomorrow would be cloudy with a slight chance of rain and that Hermione was some to suspect… someone, dare he say it…evil?
Peter, who had previously been forgotten in the story while the author picked more handsome, available light-sided characters to manipulate. Of course we can all assume ol' worm tail had been reporting to Voldemort regularly, and too, to his gynecologist, Frank. Peter ambled down the stairs to breakfast and fell, breaking his legs, only left to weep bitterly in the wake of the deserted corridor.