A/N – Usual disclaimer stuff. Dedicated to "Stormi Ski" I love it when people review.

James gently drifted away from his dreams, smiling as he said goodbye to the figure of Lily in a floor length wedding dress. He lay in limbo for a while, neither awake or asleep, until-

"AAAH!"

He jolted up. The first thing he noticed was the bed was vibrating. That was weird. He looked over to Sirius to see him sitting on his bed, the edge of his form a blur due to the vast amount of sugar he had consumed the previous night. These vibrations had passed through the bed, the floor and up James' bed.

Bleary eyed, he quested around for the disturbance. He saw Remus hunched over and clutching a mirror, Lily's eyeliner in his hand.

"Moony, you OK?" he called. Remus glared, one eye bloodshot.

"How can I be? My whole existence is damned!" he snapped. James blinked, and then remembered last night's antics.

"Be at one with the earth and you will be at one with yourself."

Remus just glared. Sirius was already dressed and sitting on his bed. James stood and began to dress, humming "Let It Be" under his breath.

Breakfast was an amusing affair. Gryffindor was aware of the three boys' strange… habits, but the rest of the school wasn't. There was deadly silence as they walked in, Remus glaring under copious eyeliner and Sirius doing the occasional backflip. On the teacher's table all the professors with the exceptions of Dumbledore and the Divination teacher (Professor Pertmon) were staring open-mouthed. The trio sat down, to jeering from the Slytherins.

This was the last straw for Gryffindor, and from then on they supported the boys' week wholeheartedly, though Lily was still in a state of shock.

In Care of Magical Creatures, which they had with Ravenclaw, Professor Kettleburn seemed quite astounded when his reply to "pass the bubbling horsetail roots" was "freedom lasts forever". James managed to get away with it by producing a wide grin and a few bottles of firewhisky.

During lunch, James vanished mysteriously for a period of time, and when he returned he gave Sirius a knowing look, who managed to stay still for long enough to wink back. History of Magic, normally a boring affair, didn't disappoint.

Remus looked like he was about to slit his wrists any minute, and Sirius stopped vibrating to suck on another sugar quill and realise he was going to have to borrow Sophie's notes.

That evening at dinner, the word seemed to spread there was to be a concert that night in the Gryffindor Common Room, though the teachers seemed not to hear. No Slytherins were allowed, obviously, but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were invited. Most politely declined.

As the clock struck 7, James strummed his first note on his guitar acquired during his mysterious vanishing during lunch.

"Now, everyone… you know… hands, and… show your harmony." Those who were not snorting sugar in the corner with Sirius or glaring at the back with Remus complied. James began to sway.

"After three… one, two three… Kum ba ya, My Lord, Kum ba ya. Come on!"

The Gryffindors looked at each other, and slowly everyone began to sing. Remus also pulled out a guitar (goodness knows where from) and began to strum. His book group, who had also decided to turn emo in support, clustered round.

"My life is hell… I have to do aall the wooork…" he sang, though it was more talking than singing. The book group looked at each other.

"Deep…"

The final chorus of 'Kum Ba Ya" was fading, and Sirius stood up.

"Sugar! Oh honey honey! You are my candy girl, and you've got me wanting yooou…" he sang the whole song to an aerobic display, and got down to copious applause.

One of the boys in the book group picked up the guitar.

"My life is hell… Professor McGonagall hates meeee…" he sang. The members nodded heavily.

"Deep…"

James stood up again.

"I will… share the love for the… you know… of the… night. Join with me!" he grinned. They all stood and began to wave their arms slowly, following James.

"Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, whisper words of wisdom, let it be."

They sang the whole song together, and then all took a bow. The lights rose, the conversation ensued. Lily had gone deathly white.

This was not normal.

James sneaked into the dorm and out again, into the corridors, his hands hiding his secret stash.

Professor McGonagall was up early, as usual. Prowling the corridors like a very annoyed kneazle, she turned the corner and entered a classroom.

MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR!

was all she could see. It was written on the books, on the board, on the wall and on the desk. She took in a deep breath.

"POTTER!"