The Chronicles of Fayt

Chapter 19: Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

A/N- Long title, no?

James Thompson's POV

Hogwarts

I paced outside the hospital ward and glared at the assembled people. Mostly Snape. I'm not sure why it was his fault specifically that Jason was in the hospital ward, but he was so damn easy to hate. I growled and punched the wall.

"Breaking your hand won't earn you a bed." Snape smirked at me and I resisted the urge to punch him.

"I still think you're all stupid." I was surprised with how much I was insulting the teachers that I hadn't gotten any points off. "Jason's going to go ballistic and I'm going to laugh and fuel his paranoia."

Dumbledore gave me one of his "I'm supposed to disagree with you and tell you that you're wrong but I'll choose to ignore you because I find you amusing" looks. "I would advise against that Mr. Thompson."

"How long until he wakes up?" I threw another withering glare at Hermione. She was supposed to be smart enough to shoot down Jason's retarded ideas. No clue where said ideas came from though.

"I think he should be awake-" Dumbledore was cut off by a high-pitched scream from the hospital ward.

"Now." As soon as I uttered the word the doors were flung open and Jason ran by in a pair of the white pajamas with blue pinstripes they give you.

"She's trying to kill me!" I laughed as he ran down the hall and hit the ground running as he tried to take a corner too fast. He scrambled on all four before he ran off again.

"Told you he'd flip." I jogged off after the manic freak and followed the sound of Jason yelling about people murdering him. "People never believe me…"

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Jason Black's POV

Hogwarts

I woke to a pounding headache and heard a weak moan. I was a little surprised when I figured out that I was the one groaning in pain. "Drink this." I weakly swallowed the liquid poured in my mouth. The cobwebs and pain faded in a few seconds and I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright light. Then, I screamed. I bolted out of the bed and kicked off the sheets tangled around my legs before throwing open the doors and running into a hallway as I tried not to puke. I'd swallowed poison! "She's trying to kill me!" I pounded down the hallway and turned. I took the corner too quick and slid on the ground before picking myself up and running off.

I heard footsteps behind me and bolted. The Demon Woman was after me. I scurried down the halls in a blind panic before I ended up outside the Common Room. I gasped my answer and ran inside before slamming the door.

"I barely made it out alive." I gave one panicked look around before running up to my dorm and digging through my trunk and pulling out actual clothes and shoes. I threw off my contaminated pj's and jumped in the shower which was blasting burning hot water down. I scrubbed my body before jumping out and drying off. I hurriedly dressed and grabbed the Demon Woman's Evil Pajamas of Jason's Doom on the tip of my wand. I walked down to the Common Room and tossed them in the fire, much to everyone's confusion.

"What? She probably was killing me with some poison. Never can be too safe."

James laughed from behind me. "Is that why you are red?"

"I had to take a shower."

He nodded. "Of course. Makes sense to me. Oh, Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with you once you're done purging yourself of the evils of the Hospital." I glared at him before going upstairs and pulling on my beanie. I didn't feel like doing my Mohawk right now. My head hurt. Wait. The poison. My eyes bugged before I ran down and out of the Common Room. I needed Snape's help. I heard someone behind me again and almost had a heart attack. I looked back and saw James running behind me. I slowed down.

"Got- see- Snape. Gonna die."

"Why are going to die?"

"She poisoned me."

James looked thoughtful. "I wouldn't run. The poison will kill you quicker. Elevated heart rate."

I about passed out. "Really? It will?"

"Yup. It goes through your system faster because you have a high heart rate. I'd walk. Ask Snape for a beazor. It'll keep you from dying. Trust me." I slowed to a walk before heading to the dungeons. I peeked around every corner once James pointed out she could be looking for me. He covered my back.

I made it to the dungeons no problem and burst into Snape's office. "She poisoned me."

He looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "Who?"

I looked around suspiciously. "The Evil Demon Woman. Who else?"

"Of course. Who else would kill students?" Snape stood and grabbed a few vials from a cabinet. "Here."

"No beazor? She poisoned me. James said I'm going to die."

Snape growled. "Stupid boy. Why James Thompson was in Ravenclaw I'll never know." He rummaged around and pulled out a small misshapen lump. "A beazor. Eat that before you take the potions. It could negate them." I gratefully swallowed the stone and the pounding pain and fogginess returned. Who knew poisons acted as healing potions so people wouldn't catch on?

I knocked back the two vials Snape had handed me and almost gagged. Nasty tasting potions… I'd deal with the taste if it meant that I wasn't being killed. "Thank you Professor."

He waved me out of his office. "Go see the Headmaster. The password is bubblegum. James can show you where to go. He's been there often enough." The door closed behind me.

"You get your beazor little man?"

I nodded. "Where's the Headmaster's Office? Snape said you need to take me." James waved for me to follow him. "How many times have you been to the Headmaster's Office anyway?"

James shrugged. "Ten or twenty. For some reason they think I'm a bad influence or something… no clue what they're talking about. I'm a perfect influence." I snorted as I followed him down the winding halls. He stopped in front of a gargoyle statue. "What's the password?"

"Bubblegum." The statue nodded and jumped aside. I walked forward with James right behind me and before I could take another step the stairs started moving. "Dude! They have escalators in the Wizarding World? That is so cool!"

We stopped our ride up and I knocked on the wooden door in front me. "Come in." I poked my head in and went inside. "Mr. Black. Take a seat. Mr. Thompson, you can wait down stairs or go back to your Common Room." Dumbledore waved to a chair and I hesitantly took a seat. I didn't like the look on his face.

"Well. I think you have much explaining to do. From what Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger you directly defied a teachers orders multiple times and lead other students into danger. Care to tell me why?"

"Umm." I was right about not liking the look on his face… "Well, you see Professor, if I hadn't done anything, Pettigrew could've gotten that stone thingy he was after, and he said his master wanted it and that meant he was helping Voldemort and that would be bad. Plus, Black was going after Pettigrew by himself and could get hurt. Plus, he would've never gotten past the room with all the keys without my help!" I gulped at Dumbledore's withering glare. "I did help."

"I believe you did much more harm than good, Mr. Black. The Philosopher's Stone was perfectly safe. Pettigrew would've never gotten away with the stone."

"Then how come two smart first years and Ron Weasley could get through your defenses?! I figured out the Devil's Snare, the keys, Ron did the chess board and I could've beaten it on my own, I could've taken out the troll and I got past the fire just fine! I even made a second dose of the potion!"

Dumbledore's icy glare cut off any more protests. "Be that as it may, Mr. Black, you disobeyed a teacher and almost got several others killed. Mr. Weasley was tortured."

"So was I. Hermione wasn't even hurt though. Personally I think you should be giving me a thank you instead of a chewing out. But, any you're stupid speech won't make me apologize. I think I was smart. Anyone else would've been really hurt. How long was I out? A few hours?"

Dumbledore gave me another 'Look.' "No matter your opinion on the matter the Board of Governors is demanding your expulsion from Hogwarts. They see your actions as dangerous to other students and teachers. Since I couldn't even try to keep this quiet, they found out. Your hearing will be held this summer. Since I am still the Headmaster, I hand out suspensions. You will remain a student here and attend classes. I hope you don't see this as an opportunity to do whatever you want."

I gulped. Expelled? From Hogwarts? "I don't want to live at the orphanage. This was supposed to be my chance to get out of there and do something."

"You should've thought of that earlier Mr. Black."

"Like it would've made a difference. Maybe the teachers don't care about blood-status but the rest of the world does. The purebloods run the world. I don't stand a chance here or in the muggle world." I stood up and stormed out of the office before he could disagree with some "everything is perfect and the sunshine shines out of my ass" lie. Greatest wizard of his time? He couldn't even tell that there was a wanted criminal in his school.

I shook my head angrily before stomping down the halls. I didn't feel like going back to the Common Room to listen to people show false sympathy. In my internal rant in which I wished the world, the Headmaster, the Board of Governors, the media, the school, the wizards, the muggles and every other thing I missed would just go blow up I ended up on the astronomy tower.

I glared at the happily twinkling lights. Of course everything would be perfect just as I was told my entire life was over. No was a muggleborn on a scholarship going to be readmitted. Not in my lifetime buddy. I blinked back the burning hot tears that threatened to fall. No, I was not going to cry, even if everything was going wrong. No. I refused to cry. I angrily wiped at the tears and glared at the cold stones. Tears ran down my face but I just didn't care. What did it matter? I wasn't coming back anytime soon, hell, I'll change that to a never.

I didn't stand a chance. I was worse than Hermione when it came to believing their lies. Like I would ever make it. I knew how prejudice they can be and I still thought I would do something worthwhile. I'm such an idiot.

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I sat up in my little hideaway for a long time. It was way past curfew when I headed back. When I ran into Flitch I just flipped him off and stalked into the Common Room while he ranted about getting me expelled for my rude behavior. I gave a humorless laugh and walked to my room and ignored the few people in the Commons.

"Jason!" I shrugged James off and slammed the door to the dorm room. I shoved my things into my trunk as my dorm mates yelled at me for being loud. I dragged my trunk behind me and into the Common Room as James asked what the hell I was doing.

"Jason, seriously, what's going on!?" He grabbed me and spun me so I was looking at him. "Dude, what are you doing? Are you stupid?" I tried to fight out of his grip. "What did Dumbledore say anyway?"

"The Board knows about the whole thing. Because I'm an orphan on a scholarship they're demanding I be expelled. The hearing is this summer. I'm not stupid enough to thing I'll plead my case well enough to where I stay here. I'm also not going to wait around. Dumbledore says I can stay here and finish up the year. What's the point? I'm as good as gone."

James gaped like a fish on land. "Expelled?" He sat on a couch and while he was distracted I threw on my father's cloak and disappeared. I walked down the halls towards the Main Hall. I wasn't quite sure where I'd go. Maybe I'd live in the Leaky Cauldron until school was out, then I'd go to Kings Cross, go back with James and live there, go to the hearing, get expelled then… not go back. I'd do anything to not go back. I wasn't going to be an orphan kid at the schools anymore. No. As far as I knew the Wizarding World had no age restrictions if you were expelled.

I'd get a crappy job and live with James when he graduated. "Hello?" I spun to see a confused and haggard-looking Professor Black. "Who's there?" He lit up his wand I saw I didn't throw a shadow. Weird. "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" My cloak flew off me and into his open hand. "Black? How'd… how did you get this?" He held up the cloak he was staring at with a shocked look. "This- this is James's cloak."

"James's? No, it's mine. It was a gift, and not from James." I knew he wasn't talking about Thompson, but my dad. I wasn't that dumb.

"No- not James Thompson, James Potter. He was my best friend in school. This is his cloak. No two look alike, I remember this. You said it was a gift? From who? This- this belongs to Harry, where ever he may be. This doesn't belong to you." Black knew my father? Enough to remember a cloak twelve years later? Weird, you'd think Dumbledore would mention not to show him for fear of being caught and found out. Or maybe I was supposed to get caught.

Dumbledore. Like hell he couldn't get me off. "It's my cloak. I got it for Christmas. I want it back." I held out my hand but Black made no move to hand it back over. "It's mine." I thrust my hand out impatiently.

"No… this isn't yours. It's James's cloak. It should be Harry's cloak." (A/N- I hate them in the middle of the story but I feel the need to tell you that spell check said that "Harry's" is spelled wrong. Stupid three thousand dollar computer. Can't even spell.)

I almost yelled that I am Harry. I refrained from doing so though. "It doesn't matter. Can I have my cloak?"

"No." He yanked it back. "Wait, why are you even out this late? It's… midnight forty-five." He grabbed me and floated my trunk behind me. "You're coming with me. My office. I'm not even going to ask why on earth you have your things with you. It really doesn't matter since you're not going anywhere." He dragged me down the halls to his office.

I pouted as he forced me into a chair. "Now, you're going to tell me why you were out four hours past your nine o'clock curfew."

"I was leaving Hogwarts."

He seemed a bit taken aback. "Um, okay, I wasn't expecting an answer that easy. How about why? Seems a bit odd to just pick up and leave. Weasley has been telling the whole school how you and him saved me and Hermione from Death Eaters and how he saved your life and you saved his and how you two were tortured. Real big tale. I figured you'd love to have people hanging off your every word."

"The School Board of Governors wants me expelled."

He leaned back in his chair. "Not a problem. I'm on the Board. So is your friend Neville, well, his Grandmother is. Malfoy is too, but he's a prick. I didn't say prick… you didn't hear that. But honestly, just do what you did with Fudge. Make Malfoy the bad guy. Tell the press about the muggleborns plight. They'll eat it up, you're a hero. The public loves you." Black kicked back. "But… you were out late at night. That's a major no-no. One point from Ravenclaw." He grinned. "And fifty for bravery. And fifty to Ravenclaw for Ms. Granger's excellent Healing skills. And fifty to Ravenclaw for your sword skills. Fifty to Gryffindor for Mr. Weasley's chess skills and bravery. Ten for your knowledge of plants and knowledge of fire spells. I do believe Ravenclaw won the House Cup and Slytherin has lost. Mostly Slytherin lost."

I was a little confused. "Were you in Gryffindor by any chance?"

"Hmm, I believe so." Scratch the confused remark. "But Jason, go back to sleep. Go to the Common Room, I'll write the papers and direct the replies to you. You gain public support. I'll take care of the Board members. Don't worry. Muggleborns still have some friends. Mainly because I bled all over your robes…" He scratched his head. "I'll buy you a new pair for next school year. And Ron a new pet since his turned out to be a murderer. You know, I'm not letting you leave until you agree to finish out this school year and tell me why someone gave you James's cloak."

I was about to tell him thank you for the robe offer and where he could shove it and to give me my cloak and leave me alone but the fire which had been burning low flared to life and Dumbledore's head appeared. "Ah, Sirius. I was going to ask where one of Filius's students had disappeared to but it seems when you escaped from Poppy's care you captured another run away." He gave one of those fake smiles and started up again. "I trust you will return him safely?"

"Of course. We just need to finish up a chat on where he procured some more than slightly banned items. You wouldn't have any clue where he got this?" He held up the cloak.

"No, no. Why would an old man like me need James Potter's Invisibility Cloak?"

Black frowned. "Keep your secrets then."

"Actually, I believe I'll head over. I need to speak with Mr. Black on the mysterious disappearance of his belongings." Dumbledore's head vanished and the fire flared again, this time spitting out the man in question. I refused to meet his gaze. "Well, Mr. Black, you have a knack for attracting trouble, don't you."

I wanted to scream. The man had the balls to tell me I was expelled then acts all friendly? Since when did he think anyone could do that? But, I was in Ravenclaw for a reason. I bit my tongue and stared at the wall.

"Well, I think the act is up Mr. Black." I inhaled sharply… No was he going to tell the other Mr. Black that I'm not really supposed to be Mr. Black. Wow, I think I just confused myself. "It seems that you're unaware as to why he would posses such items, especially family heirlooms." I jumped out of my seat.

"Shut up! You told me you wouldn't say anything! I don't want to be famous! I just want to be Jason!" I panted hard as I glared at the man who seemed to be ruining my entire life in one night. So far he was succeeding. "Just shut up!"

Professor Black blinked in surprise at my sudden outburst. "What? Tell anybody what?" His eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Wha…? No… but…" I paled. He wasn't a teacher because he was stupid and ignorant… "Harry? But… you came from an orphanage and James was there too so he put it together and told you and you didn't want to be famous… dropped off. No note. The Dursley's dropped Harry at an orphanage." He studied my face. "But you don't look like Harry, no scar. You wouldn't be able to cast a glamour. And Diagon Alley… James wouldn't be able to hide you there… So… Harry wasn't a Metamorphagus like my niece. Wait, are you a Metamorphagus?" He paused and smacked himself. "What the bloody hell does that matter?! Are you Harry?" I almost felt bad for lying to him. He looked so damn hopeful. I couldn't imagine how much one lie would hurt. "Please, I won't tell. Don't lie to me… I get it. You don't want to be famous. I get that."

Now I'd feel like a horrible person if I lied. "Yeah." My voice was barely above a whisper and I sat heavily in the chair again. "I am. I haven't told anyone. Only James, Snape and Dumbledore know who I am."

"Why'd you tell Snape?"

"He treated me after I got smashed with a bludger. I had to de-Morph. He found out. Dumbledore has some freaky mind-magic. It's probably illegal."

"Only certain practices Mr. Black. Now, Sirius. I was wondering if you knew why Ravenclaw was suddenly up by, oh, a hundred and fifty-nine points? And Gryffindor fifty?"

"I awarded the proper amount of points to the students for behavior. And another ten to Ravenclaw for amazing flying skills. Very nice flying." Professor Black turned back to me. "I would continue talking but it's past one in the morning." I glanced up, it was one-oh-nine. "James would kill me… and praise you."

I nodded. It'd be weird if he wanted some amount of contact and every other comment was "James this" or "James that". Live in the present. Can you say over remembrance of the past? "I already said I'm leaving."

"No. You're not. You're flooing back to the Ravenclaw Common Room and taking finals in two days." Professor Black sent me a stern look, an uncommon thing for the teacher who had an entire lesson on pranking and dispelling pranks. "I expect you in class for the finals." I shrugged. Fine. I'd just ditch. "And no ditching. I'll track you down and haul you into class." Was this guy a mind reader?

"Fine, I'll be in class. Can I go to bed now?"

He nodded and stood. "Of course. Go ahead. I'll send your things and levitate them to your dorm."

"I can carry them."

"You had your head cracked open."

"So did you."

"I have a thick skull."

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One of the longer chapters. Do to the overwhelming amount of people that wanted "End of First Year" (Four out of twelve, lol) I put Sirius in there. There will be at least one more chapter before I begin Year Two in my series. The poll is still open and End of Year votes will be considered, though I suggest voting elsewhere. I don't see Jason metaphorically shoved out of the closet in a straight way then willingly coming out on his own accord. This will not be slash. I was just using gay terminology because it's funny. So there. Jason is not and will never be gay. I'm not big on slash fanfiction. Nothing against gays, though.

Also… to those that have voted, you rock. Same to those who reviewed any chapter of this story. You are amazing! VOTE IN THE POLL. IT IS STILL OPEN. Go. Vote. I am subliminally messaging you. Vote. Or Die. Lol, just kidding…