Chapter 33

James had walked around randomly for about an hour, not really knowing where he was going. He had just blown up at his best friend, without even listening to what he had to say. "Well, he could have apologized when I did. I wasn't the only one who was rude," he thought in mild frustration.

Where was he going? He didn't know and at that point he didn't care. He missed Sirius, there was no doubt about it. Although Remus was an awesome friend, Sirius was his best friend. He'd known Sirius since he was eight years old and wandering around the streets of Diagon Alley. Yet, with one small, pointless argument, things were quickly spiraling out of control. Perhaps things were already beyond repair.

Somehow Sirius found himself heading to the common room. What was there that could possibly amuse him? He didn't want to see Sirius, and he didn't want to listen to Remus trying to put them back together. James rolled his eyes at that thought. It sounded like they were a romantic interest and had broken up after years of dating. Either that or like they were one vase that had broken into two pieces. Actually, that was rather accurate.

James headed up the stairs to his dormitory after entering the common room, muttering the password, "Holy Merlin," as he passed the portrait.

He was about to open the door when he heard crying and Remus talking. "It's okay, I'm sure he'll listen." Silence ensued and then Remus said, "I don't know. You should try talking to him again." More silence, and then the crying seemed to cease and Remus said, "Good night."

After waiting a few minutes, James entered the dormitory to find Sirius fast asleep (his curtains weren't drawn, as he saw them as an inconvenience and absolutely pointless) and Remus sitting on his bed reading a book. When James entered, he looked up and his eyebrows drew together.

"Hey, Remus," James said as he sat down on his own bed, looking dejected and lost. Remus looked back at his book, determinedly not saying anything. "What do you want to say?" asked James, seeing the look and smiling slightly.

"Nothing. I'm not gonna comment, I'm not gonna comment. Things are just better if I don't comment."

James rolled his eyes and got up to walk over to his studios friend. "Please, what's wrong?"

Remus shut his book sharply and glared at James. "You didn't even listen to him, didn't even try to pay attention to what he had to say. Do you realize how badly you hurt him" he yelled, his temper taking over him. "Do you wanna know why he didn't apologize? It was because the Slytherins but a curse on him that wouldn't allow him to open his mouth, and even if he could he wouldn't be able to talk because he's going through one of his mute stages!"

James was speechless. He had completely blown Sirius off, and it wasn't even his fault. Once again, his impulsive temper had gotten the better of him and he had hurt someone who meant a lot to him. "Why," he asked, "didn't he just use that one spell that causes his voice to be in my head like my conscience?"

Remus rolled his eyes and sighed. "He just got out of the hospital wing," he explained in a patronizing voice. "He doesn't have the strength right now to do something like that. He's already exhausted and doesn't have energy to spare on yelling at you!"

James sank down onto Remus's bed. He had really hurt Sirius. "Mental note to self," he thought grimly, "Don't yell at my best friend until I have all of the facts."

Remus sighed and opened his book again. "You can apologize tomorrow morning," he said as he flipped through the book, trying to find his page.

James looked at him and got up. "What's wrong with right now?"

Rolling his eyes, Remus nodded in the sleeping boy's direction. "He's sleeping."

"Oh."

The next morning Sirius woke up and sat up immediately. He had to go to his classes today. He had been excused recently because of his illness, but he figured that if he didn't go back today, then he'd just get more behind. He glanced over at his friends' beds. He could hear Remus moving around and then groan as he woke up. Remus was not a morning person.

Glancing over at James's bed, he found that James was sitting up in his bed and was looking around blearily. He looked around and his gaze met Sirius's. Guilt and sorrow filled his eyes and he stood up to walk over to his friend. Sirius looked wary for any type of confrontation, but James just gave a hug, whispering in his ear, "I'm so sorry Sirius. I should never had treated you like that. Next time, no matter what you did, I promise to hear your side of the story. Please forgive me."

Sirius nodded and James backed up in order to see his response. "Of course James. You're my best friend, how could I not forgive you? Plus, if I were in your position I most likely would have done the same thing," he mouthed, a smile crossing his young face. James smiled in return just as Remusmade his presenceknown.

"Oh," he sighed, "how cute.Let'skiss and make up!" Sirius rolled his eyes whileJames threw a pillowat himand thengot up go get ready.

Once they were all dressed, James, Sirius, and Remus walked down to the great hall.

"I'm starving!" James exclaimed as he sat down next to Sirius as he always did. Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus smiled as he began putting food on his plate.

Sirius also began to eat but with a depressed air. "What's wrong, Siri?" James asked through a mouthful of eggs.

He turned to face his concerned friend and shrugged. "I don't wanna go to class," he said mournfully.

James swallowed quickly and burst into laughter, leaving his friend looking highly affronted. "I never want to go to class, Sirius," James said, still laughing.

Sirius simply shrugged and started eating again. James, still chuckling under his breath, also continued eating. Remus, watching the entire exchange silently, suddenly said, "I have to go visit my sick mum tonight. She keeps on having relapses."

James looked up, concerned, but Sirius assumed a suspicious expression, but easily hid it. "That's a shame," said James, shaking his head. "I hope she gets better soon."

Remus nodded, and said, "I do too, but it most likely won't happen."

James nodded and then glanced at his watch. "Holy crud muffin!" he exclaimed, "We're gonna be late to potions, and…well, as much as I love detentions, I'd rather not get one from Professor Jade. She's evil."

Sirius smiled and got up to follow James to their class.

A.N. yep, happy holidays, even though I'm a day late. -sighs- oh well, it's the thought that counts right? I wanted to thank BabyBoo0968 for the idea. THANKS! Um…please review. It means a lot to me. Thanks to all of you.