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thousand images raced threw his mind. A man being sentenced to life in Azkaban without a trial, a man in a cage who knew himself to be innocent, a small, weak man turning into a rat, and the headline "SIRIUS BLACK- MURDERER!'

He was in darkness again. An all too sickening familiarity took him. He knew with kind of blackness, and what it might mean when he awoke. The sickening smell of clean and sterile filled his nostrils, making him nauseous.

He began to feet a little pain on his shoulder and some fabric by his arm. He sighed slightly in relief. A rush of voices could be heard. He was feeling something. This would mean he was awakening. A new rush of nervousness came over him again. He took one deep breath and shoved his eyes open.

He was in a large white room. It made him flinch back. A hospital. He Hated hospitals.

He adjusted his eyes and felt someone put a hand on his uninjured shoulder. He looked up and bright blue eyes met cloudy emerald ones.

"Its okay, Mr. Evans. You've been in the hospital wing in the good hands of Madam Promfey." He said, gently easy the teen back into the pillows.

"How long?" He asked, eyes wide like a scared animal's.

"Just two days, as I am sure you're pleased to hear." He said gently. Albus was saddened when he heard the boy sigh with relief. The boy opened his eyes, which he had shut during his sigh, and smirked slightly.

"Didja get them all?" He asked cheekily, hurtling over the mans sad eyes.

"Yes. All of the attackers are currently either awaiting a trial or are already in jail." Albus replied, bristling with happiness.

"What's in this school that they would want." James asked the ceiling, a pensive expression on his face. Albus frowned.

"I have no idea. We aren't holding anything of great importance." He replied, handing James a copy of the Daily Prophet, headlining 'DEATH EATERS JAILED!'

"You didn't give them my name, right?" James asked seriously, in deep alarm.

"Its our policy until you woke up and gave us the go ahead, yes." Albus nodded.

"Good." James's eyes flew back to the page as he flipped threw it, looking at the pictures of captured deatheaters. "Eat your livers, you bastards." He laughed merrily and began to get up.

"What did the basterds hit me with?" He asked, smirking, as he got up from the bed and stretched.

"You wont want to hear it, but an altered version of the rotting curse." Albus said solemly.

"That's it? Hmm. I would have thought them just kill me." He laughed, much to albus's surprise. "Bloody idiots and there need for dramatics." He laughed. With a swish of his wand he was in his school robes. "I am late, if you'll excuse me, headmaster." He finished sarcastically, walking towards the door.

"Classes have been cancelled, and you'll be wanting an award, yes?" Albus asked.

"What in bloody hell would I want an award for?" James asked absently, thinking about the images. A name flashed threw his mind in large, black, five inch letters. Sirius Black.

"For saving the school, of course!" Albus exclaimed.

"huh? Oh, that." James replied, rolling his eyes. "Screw it, I don't want it." He shrugged and left, thinking of heading down to the library and reading past Prophets on the name that kept shooting threw his mind along with images.

Sirius Black.

Sirius.

Black.

I'm LIVING A LIE

This was James's newest escapade against the school. He had completely ditched the school uniform and went with jeans and a black shirt that boar a new phrase in big white letters every few minutes. Phrases that smashed you in the head repeatedly.

James entered transfiguration with a large smirk on his face. It was the first day of his crusade, and was very pleased with the results.

Minerva turned around to address the class after writing something on the board and shot about a foot in the air when she caught site of him.

"JAMES EVANS CHANGE THAT SAYING THIS INSTANT!" She yelled, her hair coming loose of its normal strict bun.

"How this?" He asked innocently, changing the phrase so it now read:

SHOOT ME. ITS FREE!

"Mr. Evans! Headmasters office! NOW!" She yelled and he ran from the class, shooting her a secret 'up yours' sign when he was safely in the hall, laughing his head off.

He walked around the halls and found the headmasters statue thing.

"Screw!" He said to the gargoyle, shoving his thumb over his shoulder. The gargoyle yelped and jumped out of the way. He got onto the escalator and lit up, putting on his best bored expression.

"Mr. Evans, what a surprise." The headmaster bustled when he entered. A short man with a bowler hat was blistering beside him.

"Evans? The trouble-maker transfer from Durmstrang?" The man asked, his face turning purple.

"What brings you here on this fine morning?" The head master asked kindly.

"Oh, not much sir. Just this." He said and gestured to his shirt, which now read;

PLEASE KILL ME!

"AH. I see." The headmaster replied, eyes twinkling slightly.

"Yeah. Well, I ditched the school uniform and changed into this." He said bluntly, smoking his cigarette evenly. "I don't know what else to say."

"That is a hideous saying!" Shouted the Minister. The shirt now read;

If at first you don't succeed, fuck the world and smoke some weed.

"And you are a hideous man. I guess it all works out." Remarked James. Dumbledore snorted, but hid it well.

"You think this is funny?" The minister asked in a deadly tone.

"Absolutely. I'm not changing the shirt, headmaster, so am I getting what punishment?" James asked smoothly. The headmasters' eyes twinkled as he tried to think of a good punishment for a person he would rather not punish.

"Hagrid has some work to do in the forest tonight, gather Hilianet Berries for our potions master. Care to join him?" Dumbledore asked.

"Sure. C ya headmaster, your hideousness." James said, nodding to the headmaster and bowing to the minister. He heard the ministers shouts of content all the way down the escalator. He laughed and walked back into transfiguration.

"Mr Evans!" She shouted when he entered the room. His shirt now read;

I SOLD MY SOUL FOR SEX AND GIN

"I'm refusing to take it off and am serving my punishment." James said, dropping unceremoniously into a chair. She looked rather amused but hid it well, and at the same time impressed with the transfiguration involved in making the shirt.

The class went by quickly enough, and James did the transfiguration project, after being threatened to the torture chamber with filch, and actually got a B. It could have been an A, remarked a disconcerted Minerva, if he hadn't put up such a fight.

No one would ever admit it aloud, but James had a sharp mind but he usually didn't show it or use it.

Several hours later, James found himself, as usual, eating in the kitchens. He had taken to it after his first few days of school, liking the steam and disorganized work, and had even helped some of the elves out.

"Master evans wanting more, sir?" A house elf, Flint, asked. His name was originally 'Duppy', but james had taken pity on the free creature and dubbed him 'Flint' instead. The elf had immediately taken to the name and him. They were now very close.

"That's fine, Flint my man. I gotta book, detention with this guy named Hagrid. He's supposed to teach CoMC, but I haven't gotten to that class yet." He said, standing up.

"Ok. Um.Good Bye- I mean, ah, how do you say? Ah, yes. Cya masta James." Flint ended in a ghetto tone that James had taught him. James laughed merrily and bid him good night.

He met the hagrid man outside of the castle a few moments later. The giant voiced his dislike for the rebel bluntly and bagan walking briskly towards the forest. A second later, he abruptly stopped and swung around to face James.

"Yeh loo' familia." He said, squinting at James.

"I get that a lot." He said staring at the stars, something in his long lost memories stering.

"I suppose." Hagrid replied and kept walking. "We'll be lookin ou' fer Fertulata beasts. Thur pretty 'airy and mishceiveious."

James stopped. That definitely sturred something in his memory. He closed his eyes and the wind blew gently threw his hair.

"You sound familiar." He stated in a soft voice, eyes still closed. A distance voice called threw his mind an unknown name.

"'Arry? 'Arryyyyyyyyyy? Are yeh there?"

James shivered at the memory. He shook his head and brought himself back to the present. "Lets go."

It took several hours to find the berries. They arrived back at around eleven.

James was dead on his feet as he entered the Gryfindor's common room. Ginny's brother was there, yelling.

"I FOUND YOU!" He exclaimed, holding up a rat triumphantly. James blinked. The rat was horrible looking, at it was beyond him that anyone would be so joyous to find such and ugly beast. It was even missing a toe! Surely he could find a better SEWER rat then that?