A/N: I have desided to take pity upon you and update.
James and Remus were sitting in the common room when they heard a series of crashes and screams of "Ahhhh!" and "He's gonna kill me!" "I take it Peter tried to wake Sirius." James said. "Sounds like." Remus added. "Should we save him?" "Nah, he needs to learn that waking the sleeping beast is dangerous." James said and went back to the Quidditch magazine he was reading. Finally there was a thump as Peter was thrown out of the dorm and down the stairs. "Why didn't you two help me?" Peter demanded. "Simple, you should have known waking the sleeping beast is bad for your health, everyone else knew." James replied. "Oh." Was the only thing Peter could say. A disgruntled Sirius walked down to the common room looking like he was about to curse any and everyone who peeved him. "What time is it?" Sirius said yawning. "6:45" Remus answered. Sirius turned on Peter. "You woke me up at 6:30 in the morning! Merlin Peter breakfast isn't even until 9." His azure eyes bleeding to silver. "Hey, buddy calm down." James said pulling Sirius into a chair. Sirius was grinding his teeth and staring at Peter. "I've gotta go hex something." He said around 7 and got up. Sirius went upstairs. The other four sat for a minute. "Guys, he's hexing something in our dorm." Remus said. "Yeah I realized that." James told him. "Wait in the dorm!" They said in harmony. Both got up and ran to their dorm.
"Oh hey guys." Sirius said as they rushed in the dorm. "What'd you hex?" James asked. "Oh just Pete's bed." He said nonchalantly. "What did the hex going to do?" Remus questioned. "It's gonna buck him out of bed every time he starts to fall asleep. Oh and the spell is in German so only I know the counter curse…er counter hex. Unless of course one of you knows German or the Latin version of the hex." Sirius said as he sat on his own bed. 'I wouldn't mind being bucked around on your bed.' Remus thought.'Holy hell and above where did thatcome from?!' Sirius yawned and sneezed. "Bless you." James said from habit. "Thanks." Sirius replied. "So what are we planning on doing till breakfast?" Remus asked. Suddenly he didn't want to know do to the glint in Sirius and James' eye. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" James asked. "If it has to do with singing and a whole house of Slytherins then you bet." Sirius said. "What are you two planning?" Remus asked cautiously. "Making the Slytherins burst out singing at random moments throughout the day." James said. "Only they sing like they're from Broadway and with the last sentence they said." Sirius added. "Oh Merlin, you're not serious are you. No pun intended." He said as an after thought. "For a minuet I thought you were going to say pun intended. Do you know how over used that gets?" Sirius asked. "Come on we've got to go set up in the Great Hall!" James said dragging them away.
That afternoon after classes and the Slytherins bursting out in song at random and usually inappropriate times, the boys went onto the lawn, guitar case in hand. They waited until the students came out.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertone, just caught in the undertone
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertone, just caught in the undertone
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart, right in front of you
Caught in the undertone, just caught in the undertone
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertone, just caught in the undertone
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
"You know Black by playing that infernal thing you're lowering yourself to the mudbloods level." Snape said. "I'd rather be on a muggle-born's level rather than yours because frankly that's quiet a bit higher." Sirius said as he packed up. "You son of a muggle!" To most purebloods that was the worst of insults. Sirius stood up and looked at Snape, his eyes holding all honesty. "I'd rather be the son of a muggle than the son of my own mother." Sirius said, picked up his guitar case and stormed to his dorm.
Sirius charmed his curtains so that his shadow couldn't be seen, put a silencing charm on, and put a German freezing charm on the curtains so that they wouldn't be opened. He pulled out a knife from under his mattress. He pulled up his left sleeve and rested the blade against his wrist. Pushing gently he made a shallow cut hissing in pain yet sighing in bliss. He moved the knife about an inch away and cut a bit deeper. After the third cut the pain went away. With each cut the knife went deeper. The final cut going very deep and spilling much blood near his elbow. Hearing the tell tale signs of James and the others he put the knife up and hastily wrapped a bandage around his forearm. He had just taken the silencing charm off when they stepped into the dorm. "Hey, are you going to be okay, that was a pretty nasty insult." Remus asked. "I'll be fine." Sirius said wearily. "Are you sure you're alright you don't look to good." James said. "I'm fi…" Sirius passed out from the loss of blood. "Guys I smell blood." Remus said smelling the air. James walked over to his unconscious friend. He pulled up the left sleeve and saw a blood soaked bandage wrapped around it. "I found out why." James said. "Remus get Ganush. Quickly." Remus ran out of the room and appeared moments later with the matron. "Oh my God! How did this happen?" She demanded while knocking James away. "He's a cutter." James said looking away. "Poor boy, if there's one thing that should go right in his life we should all be grateful. Stick with him boys he'll need you sooner or later." She said as she healed him and took him to the ward.