A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers etc. You know I love ya.

Disclaimer: Apparently it's illegal to own people so although J.K is locked in my basement while I make her write book 6 the idea remains hers.

Chapter 10: Using the Mirror

Sirius flung himself onto the bed, muttering darkly about people being unappreciative and flicking his long, dark hair out of his eyes. As his back touched a metallic object he winced, it had poked him hard in one of the marks left from Bellatrix's curses.

Moving as little as possible he reached down and drew it up. It was the mirror.

Sirius glanced hastily at the door, but Snape wasn't coming and the temptation was too much to resist. He lifted the mirror up. "James Potter," he whispered instantly.

For a few seconds the surface fizzed then the freckled face of his best friend swam into view.

"Siri! How are you? I was beginning to think your 'rents had sussed my code and not given you the mirror."

Sirius laughed softly.

"No, I just haven't had the opportunity; I'm sharing a room with Snivillus."

"NO!" James cried, "And I've got all our dungbombs."

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"As if I'd drop dungbombs in my own room you…" but he never got the chance to finish the insult because at that moment a footstep sounded outside in the hall.

"Oh crap!" he muttered, "Goodbye."

The mirror, sensing the end of the conversation, faded to black, and only just in time. Snape strode into the room and, seeing Sirius move his lips over the final syllable of 'Goodbye' sneered, "What ya doing Black? Practicing your chat up lines?"

"No," Sirius replied absently, still thinking about what he wished he had said to James. Then, realising that Snape had just insulted him, he snapped his head up, "No," he repeated, "I'm practicing what I'll say at your funeral after I kill you. Our dearly departed Snivillus. Loved by so few but missed by many, after all, he was always good for a laugh; you only had to look at his face…"

Snape took a step towards him, but seeing the dangerous glint in Sirius's eyes seemed to think better of starting another brawl.

"You'll regret that," he hissed, and snatching up his nightshirt headed to the bathroom to get changed. For a second, Sirius considered talking to James some more but Snape would be back in a minute so he took advantage of the peace by getting ready for bed himself.

He pulled off his robes and undershirt, wincing again as they rasped over the raw marks left by the stinging hex. When he stood only in his boxers (A/N: Yum) he threw himself back into bed and shut his eyes to sleep.

Carina was his last though before unconsciousness claimed him.

A/N: There you have it. The long awaited James cameo. Sorry it was so short. The Quidditch chapters are coming up (about 4 away) so if you keep reviewing (hint) so I keep updating (hint) we'll have some proper marauder action. (Lil Smartass dances and gets thoroughly over excited) Only reviews will sedate meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!