Authors Note: Sorry about the week long wait. I've had a lot of homework lately. I'm planning on 2 more chapters after this one. I'm really proud of the way it's turning out. Thanks again for the follows and favorites! Be sure to leave a review! Thanks!
The next morning, Sirius woke with an extreme ache surrounding him. He convinced himself it was because Remus's body was not used to sleeping in Sirius's soft, disheveled bed. Once all four were awake, they exited the Gryffindor common room and began descending a stairway that led to the basement level. They had decided to avoid Lily as much as possible until they found a cure for the love potion. Remus thought it best they ask the house elves for breakfast and eat in the kitchen. James hadn't talked to Peter since the day before, unless absolutely necessary. At breakfast, Peter was presented with an extremely large plate of food from a small house elf.
"Nope. No way." James said, pulling the plate away from Peter.
Peter grabbed the plate. "Hey!"
"Do you think I got that glorious body by eating my entire body weight for breakfast? No sir." James began scooping handfuls of the food onto the floor. "You're going to ruin me!" James began shouting. "YOU RUINED LILY AND NOW YOU'RE RUINING ME." Clearly this wasn't about James's weight anymore.
"James! I'm sorry! I-"
James stood up and turned to look at Sirius. "Remus. Fix this. It's not fun anymore." And James left.
After finishing their incredibly awkward breakfast, the three decided it was time to get back to themselves.
"I'll go to your classes for you, Remus. No need to worry about that perfect attendance record of yours." Sirius croaked. He looked ill.
"I'll be in the library. Meet me there after supper." They split up and went their separate ways.
Supper seemed like such a long way away. That meant Peter and Sirius had to bear through Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Potions, Herbology, and finally Transfiguration. Each class seemed about 1000 hours long. James was nowhere to be found in any of his classes.
I am seriously not feeling top notch today. Sirius thought to himself. Ha… Sirius-ly. That joke will never get old. But really. My bones Sirius-ly ache and my stomach Sirius-ly hurts. Could I have gotten cursed in my sleep? Maybe Remus has a shit immune system or something. It couldn't be that other thing… Remus would never do that to me.
It seemed like it had been a million hours since breakfast. Peter looked at the clock. It was 4:30. Only a half hour until they could get out of Transfiguration.
Sirius's vision was wavering. He assumed Remus needed glasses or something. McGonagall was eyeing him suspiciously. She probably thought he was falling asleep.
"Would anyone want to attempt to demonstrate a nonverbal spell? How about you, ; since you seem to be so focused on 's chest."
"Yeah fuck off." He retorted. He grabbed his bag and stormed out of class.
"Every time…" McGonagall muttered. She wrote a note on a pink detention paper, and flicked her wand at it, causing it to fly out the door after Barty. There was a soft "ouch!" from outside, presumably from the paper hitting him in the back of the head.
Sirius began to feel worse than ever, and as soon as McGonagall began teaching again, the world around him grew darker. He blacked out.
When he woke up, Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall were standing over him in the hospital ward. Both had extreme concern on their faces.
" , what were you thinking? You know you need your rest!" Madame Pomfrey reprimanded.
"What? No. I'm not Remus. I'm Sirius…Seriously!"
They were hardly amused by Sirius's favorite joke. "This is not the time for laughs, . You could have hurt yourself going around and passing out all willy-nilly!"
Sirius didn't have the strength to argue. He slowly fell back to sleep, but as he did, he heard Madame Pomfrey say one last sentence.
"That's right, love. Get a good rest. Moonrise is in one hour."