Heehee, here's chapter seven. Will James and Harry sort things out? Will Snape fall for Sirius's trick? Ah, and if you missed the last chapter, I shall type the end of it:

Sirius and Snape hadn't noticed him. Sirius was talking to Snape, a strained face of seriousness on his face, although Harry knew him well enough that he could see mirth glittering in his eyes. Snape looked greedy and pleased.

It appeared as if they were making a deal. Harry caught the words (from Sirius) "... tonight, after sunset, at the Whomping Willow..."

A dark cloud came over Harry's thoughts. Sirius was attempting to prank Snivellus... except it would go beyond that. Snape would be bitten!

Remus raised his eyebrows so they nearly disappeared between his flop of auburn hair. "Are you talking about when we were in the Three Broomsticks?"

James prominently scowled, which told Remus that he was correct.

Remus sighed. "Mate, he meant no harm by it. He was just trying to save Lily some grief." With that, Remus turned and left the common room, leaving James to his thoughts.

Harry stabbed at his baked potato, lost in his thoughts.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't tell Sirius not to do it, or tell anybody else what Sirius was up to. If James didn't save Snape, Snape wouldn't feel the need to help Harry in his first year and save him from a bucking broomstick.

Groaning inwardly, he turned his eyes to the stairs and saw Remus walking slowly down them, looking hungry.

"Hey, how'd things blow over with James?" he asked as soon as Remus sat down.

"Well, I dunno, it looks like he's gonna forgive you..."

This gave Harry a start. "Forgive me for what?" he growled. "What did I do to him?"

Remus gave a bitter laugh. "Well, it seems to him that you fancy Lily and are trying to take her away from him."

Harry felt a bit sick. Fancy his mother? "I do not!"

Remus sighed. "Yeah, I tried to convince James, and I think he might be considering-"

"Considering what?" asked Sirius as he walked up from behind the two.

"Hey, Padfoot. Nothing, just talking about James," Remus said airily, returning to his plate of roast chicken. Sirius plopped into the seat next to Harry, so Harry was seated between the two. Sirius had a stupid, confident grin on his face as he grabbed for a bowl of bread. Remus raised an eyebrow.

"What's got you so happy?"

Sirius just smiled wider. "Nothin'..."

Remus knit his brows together, knowing perfectly well that Sirius was up to something, but also knowing it was a waste of breath to ask.

Just then, James walked up and took the seat across from Harry, taking some of the bread and staring at his plate. "Sorry for acting like an idiot," he finally mumbled, not looking at Harry.

Harry's eye's flicked up from his food, which he had been staring at guiltily. "It's alright," he said, his voice unusually high. The three boys turned to stare at him, before they all burst out laughing, Harry included. For a moment, he forgot why he was feeling so miserable.

That evening, Remus, Harry, Peter, James, and Sirius played rounds of Exploding Snap, entertaining the crowd around them when Peter repeatedly singed his eyebrows. Harry felt no compassion for him.

As the sun began to set and the crowd dispersed, Remus slipped out of the common room unnoticed by all except for the other Marauders and Harry. Soon after, the Marauders left too, and Harry went up to bed, saying he needed an early night.

Crouching by the window, Harry gazed out just in time to see James, Sirius, and Peter in Animagus form as they slipped down the hole- and Snape running across the grounds after them.

I know it's short, it's a bit of a filler chapter, if you know what I mean.