Disclaimer: Of course I own Harry Potter! Which is why I'm having Sirius' love child, isn't that right pudding?
Sirius: Crazy heifers stay trying to kidnap me but I's a free man!
Throughout the rest of the day, Sirius was snapping at everyone in his path, even Professor Teasdale didn't do so much as look at him during Potions class. I just lost my best friend in the whole world and I have to move on, Sirius thought to himself, but how do I move on when James has been such a big part of my life for seven bloody years? That was the biggest question on his mind and since he couldn't focus on his class work, Sirius decided to skive off the rest of his classes in search of a more peaceful state of mind while strolling through the Forbidden Forest in his Animagus form. He chased tree spirits and pixies and almost forgot about his problems but based on the amount of time he had stayed a dog he knew he had better change back before the effects became permanent. Now I have to go face the music, Sirius dreaded the thought for a moment, or do I? Sirius began grinning as his plan started to unfold and become clearer.
James, on the other hand, wasn't as entirely concerned about Sirius as he should have been at that moment. James was hanging out in the common room staring at the loveliest pair of green eyes ever to come into existence (at least, according to him). James and Lily were doing homework across from each other but it appeared Lily, rather was doing homework and James merely watching her every move. Lily liked the attention and adoration she received from James, but sometimes it was a bit unnerving. As though James were a stalker, but in many ways he was. Ever since first year when he began taking photographs of her when she wasn't looking or when he constantly asked her to go with him. No matter how many times she rejected him, he returned with new flowers, new proclamations of love, and new pickup lines… Lily didn't know but for some reason in that time and place she was compelled to say yes to James when he had asked her out after her devastating break-up with Kingston. Maybe it was because he was so sweet about it or maybe because she needed the reassurance that she was still desirable after crying for a week and just neglecting her physical appearance… whatever it was at the moment, Lily was amused at the prospect of what James had to offer.
While Sirius bent over his parchment in the library plotting, he felt so deliciously evil to be doing this to his best friend that he almost wondered if being placed in Gryffindor wasn't a HUGE mistake on the part of the Sorting Hat. His jumbled form of ideas began to take shape and merge into something understandable as well as comprehendible. Sirius called his plan Project S.G.S. or Stag goes Stag. The main objective was to show Prongs the evil wench that Evans really was, but he couldn't do this alone…
"Moony? Are you still mad at me?" Sirius asked in a small voice.
"I believe I should be asking you that question, Padfoot," Remus replied in an even tone.
"Come on Moons, you can't take everything I say so seriously. Even I need to have an off day once in a while mate. No one gets their feathers all ruffled when you're moody around the full moon."
"Alright then, you and me are 'Even Stevens'?" Remus asked finally convinced of his friend's sincerity.
"Why are you talking about some muggle telly show? You know… the one on the Disney channel?" Sirius asked befuddled.
"What in bloody hell are you talking about Padfoot? What's a telly?" Remus asked mad bewildered.
"Oh… never mind then," Sirius said red-faced, "but now that we're cool again, can you and Pete do me a favor?"
"No," came that clear cut response from Remus.
"But Moony, it's a really good one to get Jamesy back."
"I didn't know he ever left Padfoot. Where's James gone Moony?" Peter interjected.
"Pay no mind to Padfoot, Wormtail. He needs to learn to share-"
"I'll tell you where he's gone Wormtail, Prongs has gone… drum roll please INTO THE LAIR OF THE BEAST!" Sirius interrupted with much passion.
"No Padfoot, me and Pete still won't help you."
"Pretty please Moons? With Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans on top?"
"No."
With that last word of rejection, Padfoot's face transformed from that of a happy go-lucky kind of guy to that of a sad puppy.
This face could not melt Moony's iron will and disposition.
It could not.
It. Could. Not.
IT.
COULD.
NOT.
And then his feelings went all a-flutter. He melted like a pound of butter.
(Hey! I rhymed!)
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