Hello every body! This is the second chapter of my new SUPERSTORY and boy am I PSHCYED!

Did I mention I LOVE YOU ALL for reading my junk????

This chapter used to be part of the first one, but then I got really impatient, and couldn't WAIT to post SOMETHING, partly because I felt like such a loser with this huge profile, but no stories.

Also, I am very, very sorry about the terrible distinction between the scenes in the first chapter! There USED to be nice black lines to go between the scenes, but then the stupic computer DELTED THEM when I tried to upload my story, dammit!

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Lime-oku

DISCLAIMER: They tell me I have to put this thing in. I kind of, OOPS, forgot in the first chapter.

"I do not own Harry Potter." Way to ruin my self esteem, I actually thought that I was JK for a moment there. As if.

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"And that's score 3 on the arm count!"

BANG. The table jerked as Sirius dumped his books forcefully onto the table top beside James.

James looked up at him. "Well, you're in a good mood. "

"I wonder why," Sirius muttered. It was obvious that he had not gotten over his suspension yet.

James patted his arm sympathetically as Sirius plopped down into the seat beside him.

"So, Any luck with Peter?" he changed the subject.

"Nope. I looked, but I couldn't find him. Poor guy. I feel bad about…. You know."

"Last night? Yeah. Me too. I guess we were just…"

"Frustrated after…."

"That thing…."

"The suspension…"

"McGonagall…"

"And then we just…."

"Took it out on him…."

"Peter…."

"Poor guy…."

"You said that….."

"I know….. but.."

"Poor guy…."

"Yeah…."

"We do that a lot, don't we?"

"Yeah…."

"More than we should?"

"We shouldn't at all…."

"We suck…"
"Yeah…."

"Not very fair…."

"Fair on him? No…."

"Not that we do it on pupose…."

"Or that that's any excuse…."

"Yeah….."

"Poor guy, " they said together.

(A/N: that was yet another of Sirius and James' very random conversations. Keep reading!)

The two sat in silence for a few moments, until the dungeon door opened, and Peter came in.

He nudged Sirius, who looked up too.

"Peter! Peter, over here, Peter! Oi, Peter, Peter, Peter, come, sit over here!" yelled Sirius at the top of his voice. The class turned around to see where all this horrendous noise was coming from, and then, upon seeing that it was (predicably) only Sirius Black, from whose mouth such noises were often produced in such a ridiculous fashion, went back to their individual conversations.

Peter, smiling weakly, came over to join them. "Oh- hey Padfoot."

"Hey, what about me?" James said indignantly. "Don't I get a welcome?"

Peter's smile gained a little more warmth, but he refused to meet their eyes. . "Hey, James," he said obligingly.

He dropped his bag to the floor and took a seat at their table.

"Hey, listen, Wormtail, about last night-" James started.

Peter cut him off. "It's fine. Really," he said in an offhand voice, still refusing to look at them.

He bent down to get his books from his bag.

James and Sirius exchanged a glance. "No. No, it's not fine. Peter, mate, we shouldn't have said those things to you," said James.

"Fine," Peter repeated again, his voice still lacking any real conviction.

James and Sirius pretended not to hear.

"Yeah. It was… it was really slack of us. Peter, we're really sorry."

"Really sorry, Wormtail," James added.

"We weren't really angry at you, mate," Sirius explained.

"Just, you know, pissed off about the whole-"

"Detention-"

"Suspension-"

"Thing."

"And then we just-"

"Took it out on you."

"Yeah."

"We're sorry."

"It's okay," Peter said softly.

"No, we're really sorry. Really, REALLY sorry. "

"Really, really, really, really, REALLY, REALLY-"

"Okay, yes, I get the point," Peter raised his voice for the first time, unable to keep a grin from spreading across his face.

James and Sirius saw the smile, and took confidence in it.

"It didn't help that we were still all whacked out on that half a bottle of firewhisky from that morning either." James joked.

"And those Honeydukes chocolates, the new ones, remember? They were dodgy," Sirius added.

"Yes! Those orange ones? They were dodgy!" James caught on.

"Indeed. Taste terrible!"

"Like- like- like and owl! No, a screech owl!"

"How do you know what an owl tastes like?" Peter asked curiously.

James fidgeted, "When I was about 5, my dad has this screech owl in his study, and-"

"Stop! I don't think I want to know!" Peter interrupted.

"Fair enough. It was… pretty messy," James said.

They laughed, glad for the frost to have finally lifted.

James sighed. "Shame.."

"What's a shame?"

"The owl. 'Twas a nice owl, was ol' Alfredo."

"Alfredo?"

"The owl's name."

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"You ate your father's owl?" asked Peter.

"His father's screech owl, no less." Sirius added.

"Well, I didn't actually get around to eating it- I was about to. I had it all cut up, and everything, but then-" James stopped and sighed, then continued. "My mum came along by the study, and saw me."

"Ouch," said Sirius.

"Yup. My left buttock was never the same again."

They all laughed again.

"So anyway, James, what did Lily say?" said Sirius.

But just then, the dungeon door burst open again, and Professor Slughorn squeezed his large belly inside, and trotted, wheezing up to the front of the classroom. After Slughorn had collapsed against his desk, and spent a few seconds recuperating from his exhausting trip from the potions staffroom (25 metres down the hallway), the lesson began.

As the chatter died down around them, James glanced about the room. Where was Remus? He had been at breakfast….. Why wasn't he here now?

James shot a sideways glance at Sirius, who appeared to have been thinking the same thing.

James furrowed his brow at Sirius and mouthed "Moony….?"

He shrugged his shoulders at James, then turned his attention back to Slughorn, who had pulled out a stack of exam practice papers, and was brandishing them at the class.

At that moment, the dungeon door banged open yet again, revealing the tall, pale body of Remus. He nodded apologetically at the class for the interruption, and winked in the direction of his friends' table. He made his way to the front of the class and, producing a small white slip of paper, handed it to Slughorn, who glanced at it, then returned to the lesson.

Remus came to sit down with the other Marauders, only smiling and mouthing 'Later' to their questioning looks.

Making a mental note to ask Remus about is later, James picked up his quill and returned his attention to the lesson.

"… papers were, as usual, reasonably well done, but I think there is still a little room for improvement," Slughorn was saying. "However, as usual, there was one exception- Miss Evans?"

The Miss Evans in question, sitting in the front or the room, raised a hand. "Here, sir."

"An exceptional effort! 105, nothing out of the ordinary! The only thing that I would be worried about for your potions exam, my dear, is that the examiners will be blinded by the bright light of your exceptional performance, and hence rendered unable to mark your paper!"

The class snorted into their sleeves at Slughorn's ridiculous speech, as Lily attempted to compose her face into a 'modest and generous' expression.

Slughorn continued. "An 'O' Miss Evans, and well done to you! Keep up the good work! And incidentally, I hope you will be joining us for the SC's little party this evening?"

Lily nodded graciously, humoring him. There was, of course, no way that she would be setting a foot inside that party. She had never enjoyed Slughorn's little get-togethers, not least because James always seemed to be there, and Slughorn had apparently long ago set his mind on them (she and James) 'getting together', and delighted in setting up little matchmaking games for the two. Also, she fancied Slughorn as pompous and a little annoying, and had no desire to be exposed to him for longer than was necessary.

Secretly though, she was always pleased, and flattered at his praise for her work in his class.

The class was handed out their papers, and for a few minutes the room chattered, as people exchanged marks, or attempted to hide them from prying friends.

Slughorn then returned to the front of the class, having handed out all of the papers. He clapped his hands twice, and retrieved the attention of the class.

Soon again, a bustle broke out around the classroom, as the practical part of the lesson began, and students began fetching ingredients and starting up fires underneath their cauldrons.

James made his way over to the store cupboard, wincing at an explosion that had just come from a cauldron over in the corner- Bennard Longbottom, the clumsy twin brother of Frank Longbottom.

Green steam emitted from the corner, and spread through the classroom, then, as it cleared, Bennard emerged from beneath his cauldron, covered in soot.

James smiled.

(A/N: that was a random end to the scene, I know. But random and me, we're old friends.

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BRRRRRINNNNNGGGGG!!!!

The bell for lunchtime rang out through the halls of Hogwarts School.

Professor McGonagall tapped the blackboard with her stick. "All right then, class. When you've finished copying down these diagrams, you may leave. Homework; I would like 3 feet on the progression in the transformation from human from to an animal of your choice, using the Animagus Bastroll Theory. That will be all".

The classroom was filled with the sound of scraping chairs as the class got up to leave. James dashed his quill over the last arrow in his diagram, then stood up, slamming his books shut as he did so.

As he and Remus made their way out into the hallway, he turned to his friend to speak.

"So, where were you earlier?"

"What? Oh, that. Some third years got into a fight on the 5th floor. Just outside the Arithmancy classroom? Well, I had to go and-" but at that moment, Remus was cut off by a sharp yell from down the corridor. Both Remus and James turned to look, and saw (to James' horror and to Remus' amusement) what looked like the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team storming down the corridor towards them.

"POTTER!!!"

James turned slightly pale, and a murmured 'Uh-oh" issued from his slack-jawed mouth.

The next thing they knew, the team were upon them.

"Uh- hi guys! What's up?" James tried, with an attempt at a casually innocent tone.

"What's up." Repeated Thomas Gander, who seemed to be leading the revolt.

He turned to the rest of the team, who were standing behind him, stony faced, with their arms crossed over their chests.

"Did you hear that?" said Gander in a disgusted voice, "He asked us what's up."

He turned back to James.

"What's up? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S UP! WHAT"S UP IS THAT YOU, YOU AND YOUR IDIOT FRIEND BLACK JUST GOT YOURSELVES KICKED OFF THE QUIDDITCH TEAM!"

"Well- uh- technically, no, I did not get kicked off the team. I was suspended from the team! It's important to get these things right, you know. Details, details, people." said James in a cheery voice.

The solemn group of people in front of him was not amused.

"WHATEVER, POTTER! WE DON'T NEED YOUR SMART ARSE COMMENTS! THE POINT IS, WE HAVE A GAME ON SATURDAY, AND YOU MAY WELL HAVE RUINED OUR CHANCES AT WINNING!!!!!"

A low growl reverberated around the angry small crowd.

"Um. Sorry?" James suggested weakly.

"Sorry? SORRY?" said Cecelia Brockman, stepping forward.

"Oh, I'm afraid that 'sorry' s just not going to cut it, Potter," she spat the words out in a soft, deadly voice.

Suddenly, she seemed to lose control over herself.

"ARRRGH! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR TEAM??!!" she screamed, attacking him with her fists.

James stepped back. "And that's score 3 on the arm-count," he muttered to himself, vaguely wondering whether his skeptical opinions on such matters as De Ja Vu would need rethinking after today.

"What?" she asked icily.

"Nothing", he replied quickly.

Thomas came forward again until he was almost nose to nose with James.

"We're not happy, Potter. Not happy at all," he almost whispered, rolling the syllables venomously around on his tongue.

"You will regret this, Potter," he said in a deathly quiet voice, so nobody else could hear.

And with that he turned, and stalked back down the corridor, followed by the rest of the team.

One small second year lingered long enough to stick his tongue out at James in what he evidently thought was a 'cool', defiant gesture, before hurrying to catch up with the team.

James slowly let out a long, drawn out breath. He turned to Remus, who appeared to be struggling very hard not to laugh.

"I won't say I told you so," Remus said.

James sighed, and the two of them proceeded down to Lunch.

The end of my second chappy! Please review, at last count I only had 2!

I love you all!

- lime-oku