"The Chronicles of Fayt"

Chapter Eleven: Black As You

Jason Black's POV

Hogwarts

I was standing in my dorm room and jumped when the door opened. It was just James though. "I told Dumbledore about you and your phobia and he's going to send Snape up. Don't worry. He just knows some healing stuff he's picked up by making potions." James sat on my bed. "Are you going to sit down? I know you're in pain little man. Bludgers hurt more than Ashley when I bug her too much."

I snorted a little and sat on the bed. Truth be told, it did hurt really bad, so did my shoulder that I think I landed on, and my ribs, and my head, and my whole damn body. "You sure he's cool?"

"I wouldn't have said it was alright unless I thought you'd be cool with it. I may be a jerk but I'm a jerk big brother which means I still look after you little man." James lightly threw an arm around me and pulled me into a quick hug. "You know that Jason. I've always stood up for you. Only I get to beat you up and make fun of you." I punched him on the shoulder and he gave me a shove. "Here I am trying to have a manly and brotherly heart-to-heart and you punch me." I laughed and he pulled me into a headlock and messed up my Mohawk.

"Get off you great big jerk!" I laughed as I tried to push him off.

"I may be a jerk but I'm your big bro so I've got to be a jerk. It's in the "How To Be an Amazing Big Brother Handbook." I've got to follow the rules." I rolled my eyes and tried to get him off.

"You smell bad. Go shower better. You stink."

James let me go. "You're just jealous of my manly aroma."

I rolled my eyes. "That's what you think…"

There was a knock and somebody opened the door to the dorm room. "Mr. Black. I hear that you seem to have a fear of hospitals and are refusing medical treatment." Snape came in and pulled out his wand. "A metamorphagus?" His eyebrows scrunched up. "You'll need to remove the morph you are using; the magic interferes with the diagnostic spells."

I gulped. "That may possibly be an issue Professor." I stared down at my feet self-consciously. "The morph is kind of necessary."

"I somehow doubt that Mr. Black."

"Promise you won't tell anybody what I really look like? I don't want to be that person. I just want to be me. I'm not doing it just because I want to."

"Fine Mr. Black, just please de-morph."

"It's serious Professor. I personally had him change his looks before he even went to Diagon Alley." James looked nervous. Not like he had a reason. I was the one possibly going from Hogwarts popular and liked by teachers to international hero for something I did when I was one.

"I doubt it can be serious. Mr. Black, remove the morph or I'll be unable to treat you." I shut my eyes and nodded. I concentrated first on removing the green from the tips of my hair, then slowly adjusting my face, slightly less square jaw, less defined nose, less almond and more normal eyes, all small adjustments. I even made my eyebrows a bit different. Lastly I moved my scar from where it was on the bottom of my foot to my forehead. I'd moved it from my chest. Quidditch locker rooms and all.

"See why I wanted to keep quiet? I don't want to be Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Somehow-Killed-A-Dark-Lord-As-An-Infant-And-Can't-Lead-A-Normal-Life. I just want to be Jason Black, orphan who has real friends and gets noticed for Quidditch skills and grades and earned respect. Not got it forced upon others because of something he doesn't even remember. I just want to be normal." I was whispering the words. I didn't want Snape to give me special treatment because of a stupid scar.

"It seems you've been keeping quite a few secrets Mr. Black. Or is it Potter?"

"I'd prefer to stay Black sir." I still wouldn't look at him.

"You aren't like your father. He'd flaunt it. You're much more like your mother. You have Lily's eyes." I looked at my professor in shock.

"You- you knew my parents?"

He had a faraway look upon his usually angry face. "They were both in my year here. Your father was always rather… rude to put it likely. Your mother was his polar opposite and a friend of mine until fifth year."

"What was she like?"

Snape got a weird look on his face and pulled out his wand. "Cracked ribs where the bludger hit you, stressed ligament in his right shoulder, bruising over his upper torso, upper right arm and shoulder as well as his back." Snape sent me a disapproving look. "Seemed to have gotten pretty beat up , keep this up and I'll bet your Quidditch career will be cut short." Snape rummaged through his bag. "This will help heal the ligament, it'll take six doses over two days, one at every meal, try not to overuse your shoulder." He set the bottle aside and pulled out several more vials. "Heals bones that aren't fully broken, reduces pain from bruises, this one is applied directly to the bruise, it helps it heal, and this is a muscle relaxer. Pour it into bath water and it repairs damaged muscles." That should be it." He wrote on a piece of parchment. "Directions." He stood up and grabbed his things before leaving.

"Well, that was rather odd." James was looking at the closed door in interest. "Never seen Snape act like that before. He was… actually nice. He knew your parents as well. Odd." James looked at the potions. "You'll be taking these after lunch. Feel up to the Great Hall?" I shook my head no. "I'll get us food from the kitchens. Minks!"

A small bat-like creature, House Elf I think, appeared. "Yes sirs?"

"If it isn't too much trouble, could we possibly get lunch up here? He's hurt and shouldn't stress his body too much and go to the Great Hall." James looked at the House Elf hopefully.

"Just let me ask Master Dumbly-dore." The elf disappeared as suddenly as it arrived and three minutes later popped back with a tray piled high with food. "Master said it would be fine sir. Just call Minks if you need anything." We talked as we dug into the massive pile of sandwiches and chips. American chips, not French fries. I'm not sure where they got Doritos from, but I wasn't going to complain. I ate three sandwiches and half a pound of chips. Well, maybe I was exaggerating but whatever. It's all good.

"Drink your potions dude." James said as he kicked back on David Morrison's bed. "Find a really hot girl to put that potion cream thing on your back. Make them see you as needing help because that makes them think you're sensistive or something. You're not too much of a jerk to admit you feel pain." James laughed. "I don't get girls. Whatever though. Find a hot girl."

I rolled my eyes at James's advice and read the note Professor Snape left me. I drank my potions in the right order and laid down on my stomach. "Potions make me sleepy. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up for dinner." James nodded before getting up and leaving.

"See you later little man." I mumbled something as the combination of potions pulled me under.

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I woke to somebody shaking my shoulder. "Dude, come on. Wake up." The person sounded worried. "Jason. Wake up."

"Is something wrong with him?" Another voice I knew.

"I dunno. He was hurt pretty bad but he never sleeps like this. Maybe it's the combination of potions?" The hand shook me again. "Jason. Wake up now. I'll call the school nurse if you don't and she'll take you to the hospital wing."

I forced my eyes open. "Ima 'ake." I slurred past my lips as my sleep fogged mind struggled to jump start.

"You scared me man." James's face came into focus. He looked worried. "You weren't waking up. Thought something was wrong with you. Well, wronger than usual. You were like dead or something, I've been trying to get you up for five minutes. The potions must've acted like a sleeping potion together, freaked me out. Scared your friends too. They came up and were looking for you and they were slapping your face." James laughed. "I had to find a lot of self will to not join them." I nodded not really hearing what he was saying. "Are you even here dude?"

"Yeah…" I mumbled rubbing my face. "What'd you say though?"

"You are out of it… you look like you're on drugs."

"James, he doesn't do drugs." Hermione. I think.

"Look at him! His eyes look like he's all drugged up. It's funny."

Hermione scowled at him. "You weren't laughing a minute ago."

James shook his head. "Nope. I wasn't. A minute ago Jason was possibly in danger. Now he just looks stoned. It's funny now, and wasn't funny then."

"Drugs aren't funny. They ruin not only the abusers life, but their friends and families lives too."

"Duh. Real drugs aren't funny. If he was high, I'd be beating on him. But because he's looking at me all confused like and looks like he's high it's funny." James waved his hand in my face and I jerked back, freaky hand…

"Dude… that looked weird man." Everything sounded far away… but it wasn't.

"Haha!" James started laughing. "Potions from Snape equals pot! I'm refusing treatment from Pomfrey. That is great. I have a whole new level of respect for Snape!" James looked over at my potions as he laughed. "Jason, did you drink them in this order?" He asked pointing to the order they were in. I nodded. I'd put them in a row. "No wonder your stoned. You switched two you idiot." He flipped two bottles. "Stupid stoner. Can't even read." James pulled me out of bed. "Let's get food stoner boy." I kind of dazedly followed them and looked at all the people in the Common Room all weird-like.

"HEY EVERYBODY!" James yelled really loudly. Too loudly. "Jason here is going to recover just fine." People gave a few yells. "Unfortunately, he's an idiot and can't read. He took the potions in the wrong order and is acting like he is high." Laughs this time. "So, he will be acting a little weird. Ignore it." He dragged me down the halls as Nev and Hermione talked. I was too busy watching the walls move. Or was I moving? I was going in the opposite direction of the walls and floors… freaky.

When we got to the Great Hall James had to stop me from staring at the ceiling. It was the ceiling, but the sky as well. Whoa.

At James's insistence I ate dinner. I couldn't tell you if it was good or not. I was fascinated by the food. I just… appeared. Like, it wasn't there, and then it was. Freaky stuff.

~!#$%^&*()_+

A month and a half later, it was Christmas. As in more presents for the incredibly fantastically sexy being known as Jason Black. I jumped out of bed and dug into my huge pile of presents. One from the each of the guys in our dorm, we'd all gotten stuff for each other, one from Hermione, one from Neville, two from James, one from Flitwick oddly enough, and, one from… nobody. I opened that and out poured a silky cloak. I ran the almost liquid feeling over my hands, it didn't feel solid. It was odd. I picked it up and set it aside and read the note.

Mr. Black,

Your father left this in my possession and passed before I could return it and it only seemed fitting that I leave in his son's possession now. I trust you to use it in the manner your father intended, Hogwarts halls have been devoid of laughter for far too long.

Your secret is safe with me.

I read the note several times but still couldn't recognize the handwriting. The only person I knew who knew was Snape, and I'd seen his writing enough, it was on the board every day of class. I put the cloak on and nearly screamed when I disappeared. I whipped in off and came back into sight. I did it several more times. "An invisibility cloak…" I heard the door handle move and shoved the note wrapping paper and cloak under my blankets.

James poked his head in. "Any reason I got a present from, "The Incredibly Fantastically Sexy Being Known as Jason Black"?"

I nodden my head. "Only because the incredibly fantastically amazing being known as Jason Black deemed you worthy of a present. Isn't it obvious?"

James rolled his eyes. "Open your damn presents you wannabe sexy beast." I obliged and ripped the paper off Hermione's present.

The Automatically Updating Book of Records. "No way…" I flipped to the Quidditch section. There, was me. Twice. Youngest Seeker in the World and Only Seeker to Catch the Snitch by Choking. "Awesome! Two world records! I freaking rule!"

I read the short note. This better not make your ego any bigger. Happy Christmas Jason. I snorted. As if my ego could get bigger.

As I rolled my eyes I opened Nevilles present. A two-way muggle repelling notebook. I opened the book and it had stuff already written in it. I thought you'd like a way to keep in touch with the magical word during the summer and breaks. Happy Christmas Jason. Write me after Christmas. I have relatives here right now.

I grinned. Neville was awesome. "What's that?" James asked as he chilled on Neville's bed looking through a book. I tossed him the present and tore into another one. The guys all got me a ton of different candies. Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Drooble's Best Chewing Gum, Fizzing Whizzbees, Honeydukes Finest Chocolates. You get the idea. More candy then I could hope to eat in my entire life. I set the candy in a pile and ripped more wrapping paper apart. Ashley got me a subscription to Quidditch Monthly, one of England's biggest quidditch magazines. For the most part, none of the presents were too big. I was afraid to open James's presents. You never know…

I sighed and grabbed a quill to break the seal of tape. The quill turned red and green. "Damn." I heard James mumble. I rolled my eyes before ripping the paper off. I pulled out… clothes?

"Huh?" I pulled out two sweatshirts, a waterproof jacket, five pairs of jeans, six tee shirts, two long sleeved shirts and a pair of regular running shoes.

"Your clothes suck and I bought you some more stuff that wasn't Hogwarts uniform stuff. The other box is your real present." I grabbed the large box and opened that. I started to pull out a bunch of random stuff, Dungbombs, delayed reaction color changing powder, sticking solution, and creepily enough, sex-changing potion.

"Umm, James, is this a weird way of telling me you think I'm gay?"

James laughed at that. "Naw, I just decided I want to pull a huge prank when people come back. You've got all we need. I'll disillusion us and we'll sneak to the Great Hall." I shook my head.

"They will realize it was us. Only so many people would be able to do it. The day after everybody gets back is better. You're supposed to be smart."

James shrugged. "Supposed to be."

I snorted and laughed before packing my presents in my trunk and grabbing stuff to got shower. As soon as I was done I stepped out, towel slung around my waist, and James was still chilling in my dorm room. "Don't you have somebody else to bug?"

He glanced up at me. "No, not right now, most people are gone."

"I knew I should've gone back to St. Mary's." James flipped me off and I grabbed clothes and went back to the bathroom to change. I pulled on my boxers pants and t-shirt, and, James still hadn't left. "You really need a hobby."

"I gots one already. It's called "Bugging my egotistical little brother." Keeps me entertained." James sat up. "Ready for breakfast?"

I sighed. "No." James groaned and I went and grabbed socks and pulled them on. I grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled that on before putting my beat up leather bomber jacket on. I dug through until I found my beanie. I flattened my 'hawk and pulled the black beanie on. I pulled on my new shoes, courtesy of James who could be nice sometimes, and got up. "Let's get food. I'm hungry." James got up and punched me as he walked by. Scratch that. He's an ass. I jumped on his back and we half walked and half wrestled our way to the Great Hall.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Thompson." Snape shot us disapproving looks as we walked in.

"Sorry professor. I was trying to shove James's ego inside his head. It was getting hard to breathe." James smacked me upside the head.

"I'm not the one with an ego problem."

"It's not an ego if you deserve the praise." I puffed up my chest and went and sat next to the Weasley twins. Normally I'd avoid anyone involved with the youngest Weasley, but hey, only seats open were either next to Dumbledore or them. I choose them.

"Well hello there."

"I don't believe we've-"

"Properly introduced-"

"Ourselves." They finished.

"I'm Fred."

"And I'm George."

"Are you sure?"

"I might be Fred-"

"And I might be George."

"Just call us Gred-"

"And Forge." The twin boys nodded. "That should do."

"Are you even sure who is who?"

They both looked thoughtful. "Not most days." I laughed. "My shirt says F."

"Mine says G."

"So am I Fred, or Forge?

"I am either George or Gred."

"Do those go by Gred is George because of the G-"

"Or Fred is Gred because it ends "Red"?"

"Maybe your both Gred and Forge." I added helpfully.

"Black has a point."

"We'll never know."

"We could check our birth certificates."

"How do we know who's is who's?"

"This is complicated." They both nodded and I tuned them out. The finishing sentences and talking all weird gives me a headache. I ate my breakfast as Gred and Forge tried to figure out who was who.

"So, Mr. Black." I looked up at Dumbledore. "Get many presents?" By the look he was giving me I had a pretty good idea who had sent me the cloak.

"Yeah, books, candy, some clothes." He grinned and I was really sure who had sent the cloak. "Got some useful things too."

"Good, good." He went back to talking to teachers.

"James?" He looked up.

"What little man?"

I paused. "I want to show you something when we get back to the tower." I lowered my voice. "I think it'll help us with our welcome back prank."

Fred and George looked over. "Did you my good sir, say Welcome Back Prank?" They both looked very eager.

"Yeah, you two want in?" James leaned over. "Got some very, very cool stuff. Got the basics too, Dungbombs and the like. But, I managed to procure some very, almost illegal potions." He pulled a vial out of his pocket. "Sex-Changing Potion. Brewed some up last week. Just finished last night."

The Twins broke out in grins. "Very nice. So, Mr. Black said something about helping?"

"Yeah, don't know if it'll work though." A lie, but they didn't need to know.

"What else you two fine gents got?"

"Color changing powder, sticking powder."

They nodded. "We got No-Heat Wet-Start Fireworks, trip wires, we can make lots of stuff as well. This'll be bigger than anything we've ever done before." They looked around, "Meet us in the old charms room in half an hour. Too many teachers here." I nodded. Made sense.

Ron, the idiot prick, spoke up. "What're you two doing talking to the freaky orphan nerds?"

"Call me a freak again and you'll be hanging from the roof of the Great Hall by your underwear." I didn't even look up from my plate and the Twins walked out laughing.

"Are you threatening me freak?"

"Nope, it was a promise." I pulled out my wand and levitated him to the ceiling and cast a sticking charm on his underwear. He howled as I canceled the levitating spell.

"Mr. Black, that isn't allowed." Snape brought Ron down. "Ten points from Gryffindor for being rude. Five points from Ravenclaw for bullying."

"I get stuck to the roof and my house loses more points than his!?"

"You just lost two more for yelling at a teacher." He paused. "Besides, you were up there for about three seconds, and you were provoking another student. You should learn a lesson and not provoke those who can and will retaliate." I bit back laughter as Weasley's face got red before he stalked out.

I leaned over to James and whispered. "How much you want to bet he's going to try and get the twins to prank us?"

"None, because I'd lose." James said laughing. "You think they will though?"

"Naw, he deserved it. They'll be cool."

"Probably. Let's go meet with them." James stood up and I followed him out of the hall.

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Being high on prescription drugs is real. I was in the hospital and on a morphine drip and when my friends visited me I was high. I don't really remember it too well but it was weird. Everything was slow and fast at the same time. And, I would get tired and have freaky dreams. I thought I was going to get murdered. Seriously! I dreamed a family of Mexicans (No, I'm not racist, just a weird dream) visited me and the dad grabbed my pillow and suffocated me. Just before I died, I woke up and I had a little Mexican nurse in my room and I was kind of still asleep so I thought she was going to kill me. It was weird. Maybe it was my mind telling me she secretly wanted me dead. Or, maybe I was high on morphine. I don't even know. I'm not even sure that I wasn't dreaming or not because I was never sure if I was awake or dreaming because I dreamed (or didn't dream) that I was in the hospital. Trippy.

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