Chapter 5

This is MY Bed!

James and Sirius walked into the dorm. They sat on their beds, but Sirius leapt up as fast as he had sat down as a boy screamed.

"What are you doing?" a boy with bright red hair asked.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked. "This is my bed!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Who are you?"

"Ron Weasley! I'm Head Boy!"

"Oh really? Well, if you are, why aren't you sleeping in the head's dorm?"

"That is none of your business, but if you want proof, then here!" Ron turned to the side of his bed and picked up a badge with the letters HB on it.

James had gotten up to stand next to Sirius. "You can't be Head Boy! I'm Head Boy!" he said as he pulled out his badge.

Ron turned his attention from Sirius to James. "Who are you?" he asked. He couldn't see either of them because there was no light in the room."

"First, I want to know why you are in my bed!" Sirius yelled.

"I already told you! It's not your bed! It's mine!"

"I've slept in it for seven years! I think I know which one is mine!"

Suddenly, a light appeared in the room. Sirius and Ron turned around to see who had caused the light to come on and found it was James.

"Harry, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to sleep in the Head Dorm tonight."

"Harry?" James said. "Is that that Harry Potter kid everyone keeps talking about?"

"Wow, you must look exactly like him for people to call you Harry!" Sirius said. When he said this, Ron turned toward Sirius.

"S...Sirius Black! You…you're here! In the dorms!" Ron said. He backed up and fell onto his bed. "But, that's not possible! You…you died!"

"How does everyone here know me? I have no clue who you people are!"

Ron turned toward James and said in the same shaky voice, "A…and you…you've got to be….but that's not possible either. You're dead too! Are you ghosts?"

"Do we look like ghosts?" James said.

"I'm pretty sure we're solid," Sirius said as he pinched his arm. "Yep, I'm solid. How 'bout you, Prongs?"

James didn't answer. He was staring at Ron. "You said your name was Weasley?"

Ron nodded.

"Are you friends with Harry Potter?"

Again, he nodded.

"Take me to him."

Ron was surprised at this. He stared at James with the utmost confusion. "Why?"

"Because I want to see him."

"I do too!" Sirius said.

"I don't think so. I don't think it'd be such a good idea."

"Why not?" James said, walking closer to Ron.

"Because…because, well, I can't say exactly."

"You can't say or you don't know?" James asked. "I have a few questions I want to ask him right now." James was almost on top of Ron now, who was shaking slightly. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron. "Will you take me now?"

Ron looked at the wand, then into James' eyes. "No, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go see him tonight."

"Prongs, let him go."

"NO! I'm going to see Harry Potter now! Where is he?" he asked Ron.

"I'm not telling you!" he said defiantly.

"You know what? I think he's sleeping in the Heads Dorm. You let him stay there! That's why you aren't there! I don't need you to go see him! Lily told me the password! I can go right now!"

"I don't think so!" Ron said, his wand now out and pointed at James.

"You curse James, I curse you!" Sirius said, who now had his wand drawn.

Ron looked from Sirius to James and kept his wand up. "You will not go and bother Harry! Stupefy!" Ron yelled at James, but James moved out of the way.

"Stupefy!" Sirius yelled. Ron was caught off guard. He was hit in the back and fell to the floor.