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Chapter 12

The next morning dawned too bright, too early, and all together too horrible. After what James had witnessed the previous day, he was perfectly happy to lie in bed and rot to death, miserable for the rest of eternity with only the memory of Lily to keep him company. He knew he was being overly dramatic but this was a serious misfortune in his eyes.
James threw the covers back over his head and rolled over onto his stomach, trying to shut out the world and whatever other thought tried to push their way into his mind. He had so thoroughly blocked his mind to any and all disruptions that he didn't even hear the dormitory door open or the shuffling of feet crossing the room to his curtained bed. He barely even noticed that his curtains had been thrust open.
It wasn't until a pair of rough hands seized him by his shoulders and rolled James off his mattress and onto the floor that he realized that the new self-inflicted monotony of his lone world was shattered and a familiar face filled his view.
"What are you doing!?!" Sirius shouted down at him. "McGonagall sent me to get you. Class started twenty minutes ago!"
James started blankly into Sirius's face, blinked once, and rolled over, bringing the covers with him.
"James, in exactly two minutes I am physically dragging you to class whether you're dressed or still in nothing but boxer shorts!"
James didn't even acknowledge the fact that Sirius was there anymore. He didn't try to go back to sleep, but rather dwelt in his misery.
"Three... two... one... time's up. All right, Jamesie-boy, you'll have to forgive me. I'm only doing what the professor asked. Imagine that..."
Sirius grabbed James's arm through the blanket and pulled him to his knees. He hooked an arm around his waist and proceeded to drag the lifeless form of James Potter down the halls to the Transfiguration room.
"Sirius Black! I told you to bring him to class, not drag him in naked!" Professor McGonagall barked.
Sirius dropped James off in his chair. James slumped forward.
"I didn't bring him in naked," Sirius said. James's bare upper body was visible under the blanket. Sirius gripped the blanket and tore it off of James, revealing only boxers. "He's only mostly naked!"
The girls that could see giggled and sighed. The girls that couldn't see pushed other boys' heads down so they could get a better view. Even Hermione was trying to hide her laugh with a cough. Next to her, Lily was trying no to look, though she did sneak a few glances at him rather discreetly.
"Sirius you march right back up to your dormitory this instant and bring him back some clothes!"
"But I already brought him down here, what more do you want? Doesn't it shock you as it is that this is the first time ever that I've done what you asked? I don't wanna walk all the way back to the dorm, scrounge the room for some clothes, and then walk all the way back again!" Sirius whined.
"You'll do as I say, no more questions asked. Go on, off with you!" Professor McGonagall pointed toward the door and glared at Sirius.
"Fine," Sirius muttered. He dropped the blanket on James's head and trudged out the door.

When lunch came, James didn't eat a thing. Normally he was stuffing his face with every edible object in sight. Harry felt absolutely sick that all of this was probably over what happened the day before.
Hermione had told Harry the plan while he was miserably sitting by the common room fire the night before. He was supposed to take Lily to the ball and make sure he acted worse than James would have. He would lead her out to the garden (hiding his rebelliousness to make a pass at his teenage mother) and pretend he wanted to make out with her or do something that James would do. At that point, James would run in and "rescue" Lily from Harry and she'd be so excited that she'd fall in love with James and they'd all live happily ever after. Too bad James was still livid at Harry, and too bad Harry didn't' think the plan would work anyway. James had rescued Lily from Lucious before and all she did was get mad at him.
"But it's his own mum! I'll do it though..." Ron had said.
"You would," Hermione snapped. "But it's got to be Harry so she won't like him anymore..."

Dreamer Wolf pops in, steals the cookies, and runs back to her own fic.

Then Trouble-drummer runs across the screen, pokes Cowgirl Up and runs off.

Cowgirl up yells at them for causing disturbances. On with the story!

A/N: The conversation above did actually happen. I have Dreamer Wolf and Trouble-drummer read my stories at school before I submit them and this time they added their own two cents... weirdoes! (Please ignore all errors and if there are any, blame them on the two boneheads!) Anyways, sorry I haven't updated in forever! Oh, and I'm sorry it's so short, I had to get something out before someone killed me... I've been pretty busy with swimming finals and stuff. Chapter 13 is underway so it shouldn't take to long to get it out. So sorry about the delay!!! I love you guys, you're all awesome... no review! ;)

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