A/N: Ok here I go with my ramblings. I'm sorry if it bores any of you, so if it dose just skip this part and read the story although I believe of few of my notes explain things, but it is up to you. I wanted the thank Guin for reviewing my fic. You're probably the only one who reads it but thanks for reading my fic and giving me pointers on the Sorting Hat scene. As an FYI: Chapter 3 happens a couple of weeks later from where 2 left off.
A small boy was leaning against a statue of a one eyed, humpbacked witch crying. His wand stuck on top of her hideous hump, his legs magically bound straight together. The situation seemed hopeless, and it seemed to get worse as the sound of feet echoed down the hall. The feet were heading in his direction!
"Oh, No!" he thought, "He's coming back!" The boy tried to scamper behind the statue as best as one with legs bound together could. Nonetheless he was trapped like a rat and he climbed and clawed like one yet, there was no way out.
The feet that rounded the corner were James Potter's. James stood there and watched the somewhat amusing scene of Peter trying to squeeze his way into a space that was to small for any one to fit in. Peter looked back to see why the approaching feet had stopped andto see what they were going to do to him.
"Problem Peter?" asked James.
"I – I thought you were Malfoy," answered Peter.
"What'd he do this time?" asked James, "The Leg Binding Curse?"
"Yeah, and Crabbe threw my wand up there," explained Peter pointing to the witches hump.
"Nonligus," muttered James freeing Peter's legs.
"Thanks," breathed Peter finally being able to stand up.
"Accio Wand," continued James as he summoned Peter's wand, "What is this the third time this week?"
"Fourth," sheepishly corrected Peter.
"Fourth, that's right. You know Peter you need to start standing up for yourself."
"How can I when there are three of them?" Peter earnestly asked.
"I could teach you a couple of spells to start with, then I bet I could get Sirius to teach you a couple of fighting techniques."
"I – I don't know," stammered Peter frightened by the idea of fighting Crabbe and Goyle.
"Common, I'll show you," encouraged James.
Up in the Gryffindor Common Room students were either studding or just hanging around. In the corner of the room Sirius was playing Exploding Snap. The pile of card exploded just as James and Peter walked over to him.
"Where's Remus?" asked James.
"Mom's sick I guess," answered Sirius.
"Again?"
"Relapsed or something I suppose."
"Hmm, that's to bad," shrugged James, "Anyway, I think you know Peter and I thought we could help him stand up to Malfoy."
"What did you go and do a thing like that for?" demanded Sirius.
"The guy is getting beaten up by him and his gang."
"Fine, I'll help," consented Sirius throwing down the Exploding Snap cards knowing that there was no way in talking James out of the idea. For once James had one there was no stopping him.
When Remus got back from 'visiting his sick mother' he joined in, in the training of Peter. He helped James find spells to teach Peter while Sirius was teaching Peter to fight.
"So," started Sirius, "Do you know any thing about fighting?"
The wide-eyed Peter shook his head 'no' being too nervous to speak.
"Well, to start off you've got to know your opponent, which would be Crabbe and Goyle, since those two are taking care of Malfoy," continued Sirius nodding across the cleared room to James and Remus huddled over a book picking spells.
Peter just nodded silently still frightened by the idea of taking on Crabbe and Goyle.
"Now the first thing you'll need to do is jab up like this," explained Sirius showing Peter a move.
After a while of fighting James and Remus were ready to start training Peter.
"Ok," started James, "The first spell we thought we'd teach you is Abigremos."
"Abigremos," repeated Peter.
"Good, now we need a test subject," thought James aloud, "You be it, Remus."
"What? No way! I'm not doing it!" exclaimed Remus.
"Why not?"
"Have you seen him in Charm's? He's a menace! If I let him try that spell on me I'll end up in the hospital wing!"
"Sirius?" asked James.
"Heh! You think I'm going to do it? Remus is right, anyway I'm in charge of the fighting you two are in charge of spells."
"Well then we'll just have to hope for the best that you've got the spell cause I'm sure not going put myself subject," sighed James looking at Peter.
The training went on like this for about a month when Sirius finally exasperated, "I can't teach you anything, so when it comes to Crabbe and Goyle RUN!"
Peter nodded enthusiastically he liked the idea of running from Crabbe and Goyle better than fighting them.
"You're about as ready as you'll ever be Peter, cause we can't find any more spells to teach you," sighed James.
Through the training the four emerged as one. They were all inseparable, that was, until Peter forgot his Transfiguration book.
"Ah, I forgot my book!" exclaimed Peter.
"Don't worry," assured Sirius, "I never take mine."
"That's because you never use it," added Remus.
"True, too true my dear friend," agreed Sirius.
"But I need mine!" protested Peter.
"You know he's right," added James.
"Yeah, he needs all the help he can get in McGonagall's class," commented Sirius.
"Hey!" protested Peter.
"What it is true," defended Sirius.
"Ok, ok, knock it off," broke in Remus, "Peter if you're so worried about your book then go back and get it."
"I can't! I'll be late to class if I do!" squeaked Peter, "And McGonagall will kill me if I'm late again!"
"Sirius, you up to trying that new transfiguration spell?" asked James.
"I'm am if you are," he answered.
"Great, I've been wanting to try it out! Peter go on and get your book we'll keep McGonagall busy long enough for you to get it."
Peter then turned and started to run back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What transfiguration spell?" asked Remus.
"Common we'll show you," answered James.
A/N: Don't worry the next chapter is already written I just need to type it and proof read it. It will probably be an extremely short one because I was going to make part of this chapter but it's already quite long in and of itself. Well, please read and review (I don't mind bad ones) Thanks.