A/N: I feel like I'm feeding too much to y'all at once...I've only typed up to part nine. Oh well, that's okay. I thinkI figured out that part seven and part five are pretty similar in length...seven might be up soon... Enjoy!

Part Six: He Was All Asleep in His Bed…

James woke up the next day to find his dormitory completely unoccupied by anyone other than himself. He looked down at this wristwatch. 11 o'clock!

"Damn," he muttered audibly.

Why didn't anyone bother to wake me up? Oh, is Sirius going to get it.

James continued uttering curse words under his breath while he tried to put on his pants and comb his unruly raven hair at the same time.

He finished his morning routine in less than five minutes. Then he grabbed his satchel bag, hoping the right books were inside it, and ran down the boys' dormitory steps as quickly as possible.

James reached the common room only to find half of Gryffindor house lounging about. He spotted the Marauders—minus Wormtail—and went over to them.

"Why the hell is everyone up here?" he asked hurriedly.

"Um…because they like to spend time inside rather than outside on glorious days such as this?" Sirius humored him.

"Wh-what about class?" James asked frantically.

"Chill, mate. You sound like Evans," Sirius grinned.

Remus sighed and said, "All right, Sirius. That's enough." He then directed his attention to James. "It's Saturday. We would've woken you, but—"

"—we figured you were all asleep in your bed, while visions of Evans danced in your head," Sirius let out a series of bark-like laughs.

"It's not really funny at all," said Remus in James' defense. James was standing beside him, scowling at Sirius.

Sirius calmed down enough to say, "Sorry, Prongs. Moony's right; so now you can talk all you want about me and Catherine Wood."

This distracted James. "The new Gryffindor Keeper?"

"Oh yeah," Sirius smirked.

"I'll take you up on that, Padfoot."

"Of course."

"Anyway, James," said Remus, "how did it go with Lily last night?"

"Fine. We looked through some potions books and found a good one. What about Snape and you?"

"We're meeting in the library in"—he glanced at this watch—"five minutes." He shuddered. "This is not going to be pretty. When I show up, he'll be absolutely livid."

"Better run, Moony," Sirius said. "Don't want to keep dear Snivellus waiting!"

Remus blanched and hurried out the portrait hole.

"Well, Prongs. Looks like it's just you and me. How about a flight around the pitch?" Sirius suggested.

But James was not paying attention to his friend.

Lily Evans had just descended the girls' dormitory stairs and was heading straight for James.

"Again, Padfoot, my apologies. I'm supposed to work on my potions project today." James said all of this very quickly, before Lily reached them.

"Good morning, Evans," James said animatedly. "How are you?"

Lily gave him an odd expression. "Fine…"

"Evans," Sirius acknowledged her.

"Black," she nodded once. "Potter, you got everything?"

"Yep. The book with the Blood-Replenishing Potion instructions, my stores of ingredients, and my cauldron is upstairs," James recited as though he had practiced.

"Good. Let's go check the student store cupboard for the ingredients." Lily whirled around and started for the portrait hole.

Before James followed behind her, Sirius grabbed him by the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Your case is growing worse by the minute mate."

"What case?" James asked, confused.

"Of the Illness," Sirius replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then he pushed James in Lily's wake.

"Merlin, he's got it bad," Sirius said to himself, chuckling.