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The five marauders

Chapter 29

Jamie POV

And so the weeks passed, and in what seemed like a tiny amount of time, January became February. The little snow we had was long gone, yet the coldness was still present. As days passed, people no longer stared at me in the corridors as if I was to fall to pieces any second like they did right after I returned to Hogwarts. But now I, along with the rest of the Marauders, was treated with envy due to the amazing pranks the five of us kept on coming up with.

The lessons were boring as ever, and the only ones I paid proper attention to were Transfiguration and DADA. In Charms I was mainly lazing around since I could get almost every single spell right on my first go, Astronomy got a bit boring after a while, and I spent most of it daydreaming and watching the forbidden forest through my telescope, Flying I've already mastered and I didn't have much more to learn there, I sucked at Herbology as always, I still slept through all History of Magic lessons and only managed to do my homework thanks to Remus' notes, and Potions was… well…it was ok I guess. Snape and I stayed silent through all the lessons, never even sparing a glance at each other, which was ok with both of us.

Other then going to lessons, I managed to squeeze in a few dozen visits to the kitchens, night time wanderings around the grounds with the boys, quite a lot of pranks on our fellow students, about ten detentions, a few visits to the new gamekeeper of Hogwarts, Hagrid (He's VERY tall and VERY hairy, but I started liking him as soon as I met him one Saturday on the grounds, but that's a story for another time), some sleepovers with the guys and time to hang out with my girl-friends. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention homework. Don't ask me how I managed, I honestly don't know.

"Get up troll! We've got lessons in about an hour," An annoying voice of a certain red head hissed in my ear one morning.

I groaned, and rolled out of bed, deciding to miss my morning shower.

I met the guys about fifteen minutes later, dragging my bag on the floor behind me, still half asleep.

As Sirius caught sight of me, he grinned broadly, "Someone looks tired."

I only managed to groan in response.

"No wonder. She did stay up until three in the morning watching something on that parchment of hers," Lily said, and left the common room for breakfast.

James' eyes followed her every step as she exited the room, before returning to me.

"Does Miss Sarcasm need a ride to the great hall?" James asked.

I nodded my head.

He smirked, and threw me over his back with ease.

The shock woke me up completely, "WOAH! James! I was joking!"

"Well I wasn't!" He turned to the guys, "Someone take our bags."

Peter straight away grabbed my bag, which I dropped while being flung over my best friend's back, and Sirius threw James' over his shoulder.

"Lets go to breakfast then," Remus said, and we marched out of the common room.

It was not uncommon to see The Marauders behave unlike many others, and so nobody was very surprised when they saw the five of us stroll into the Great Hall joking around, with me laughing on James' back.

"So what plans do we have planned for this fine Wednesday?" Remus asked as we sat down.

To the surprise of the whole Great Hall, I jumped up on my bench and at the top of my voice yelled, "WOHOO! WEDNESDAY!" Before sitting back down as if nothing ever happened.

"What was that?" Peter asked, amused.

"What was what my dear friend?" I played dumb.

"That yell," He said.

"I am merely mirthful by the prospect of congregating with our bosom buddies, the Slytherins, for the forthcoming five transcendentally excellent periods," I replied.

My four friends fell silent.

"I honestly didn't understand a thing you just said," Sirius commented.

"This shows how, unlike me, you are not know to use words which would send anyone to a dictionary," I joked.

Remus snorted into his breakfast, while the other boys looked confused.

"What's a Dictiosomething?" James asked, "Sounds intriguing."

"A dictionary is a muggle book containing a selection of the words of a language, giving information about their meanings, pronunciations, etymologies, inflected forms, derived forms, etc., expressed in either the same or another language; lexicon; glossary. Print dictionaries of various sizes, ranging from small pocket dictionaries to multivolume books, usually sort entries alphabetically," I replied, piling scrambled eggs onto my plate.

I was once again met by the silence of three of my friends, while one once again snorted into his breakfast.

"What?" James, Sirius and Peter asked.

I thought quickly, and then replied, "It's a book giving information on particular subjects or on a particular class of words, names, or facts, usually arranged alphabetically. There can be a biographical dictionary; a dictionary of mathematics…"

"What?" They asked again.

"It's a book for muggles with big words and their meanings," I said slowly, as if explaining to a very small child.

Remus snorted for the third time.

"So what did you say before?" Sirius questioned.

"I said, 'I am merely mirthful by the prospect of congregating with our bosom buddies, the Slytherins, for the forthcoming five transcendently excellent periods'".

The boys raised their eyebrows.

"You actually remembered it word for word?" Remus asked, shocked.

"Yup."

"Care to tell us what it means? But this time with normal words," James begged.

I sighed, "I am slightly happy by the promise of hanging out with our best friends, the Slytherins, in the on coming five fantastically excellent periods."

Peter looked a bit lost, but the other two boys nodded, notifying me that they understood.

"So since when have you turned into a Remus?" Sirius asked suddenly.

"What?" Remus and I asked at once.

"Well, you're using big words, making definitions that would confuse old Dumby himself, and you're acting like a complete know-it-all."

"HEY!" Remus and I exclaimed, faking hurt expressions.

Sirius POV

Jamie surprised me when she left the hospital wing. I expected her to be depressed and fragile, but she was the complete opposite: She was laughing, joking and having fun. She was being her usual self, and I was thrilled to see it. But I did notice that every now and then she would glance at Remus, and I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. I unfortunately inherited the possessiveness of the Blacks, which was not something I was proud about. I don't think she noticed me watching every time she glanced at Remus, each time with a very curious expression. But that was only the first week after she left the hospital wing. After that, whatever reason she must have kept on glancing at Remus for was either solved of forgotten.

February 14th was a curious day. It was a Friday, and a very interesting one. Fist of all, I'm sure you'd want to know what kind of valentines everyone got and gave. Well... Jamie got all four of us small chocolate boxes, while we gave her four beautiful red and yellow roses. We settled on those two colours since Remus, the geek, read somewhere that yellow means friendship, and red means "I love you" (We decided to have red to represent the fact that it was, in fact, valentines day). Peter didn't get any other valentines, but he didn't seem to care, Remus got a hand-drawn card from a first-year Hufflepuff girl who I don't think he'd ever even spoken to, James got a card from a Ravenclaw second year and another chocolate box from an anonymous Gryffindor. I managed to gather three anonymous valentine cards, a few boxes of chocolates from Kate Head and some other girls from my fan club (Yes, I'm twelve and I already have a fan club) and a tiny pink rose from Jamie's friend, Mary.

I don't think Peter and Remus gave anyone any Valentines, however I for sure know that James sent a whole bouquet of red roses to Lily Evans, who went beetroot red when they were brought up to the Gryffindor table at breakfast. I, of course, made a massive show of getting on my knees and giving a gigantic red rose to professor McGonagall in the Great Hall, much to her embarrassment.

Now I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't mentioned what valentines Jamie got. Well that's because of the little prank I along with the other guys played on her. The day before, we managed to steal a whole load of love potion from professor Slughorn, and we succeeded in convincing the house elves to put it into the Slytherin's breakfast, so during breakfast, the whole Slytherin table, all males and females, started confessing their love towards poor Jamie. It was absolutely hilarious when every single snake gathered around her and asked her to be their valentine. She finally managed to escape to her first lesson, flying, where she managed to escape all the first-year Slytherins by her fast flying. Charms was quite hilarious as well since she kept on getting romantic notes which made her go pale, then red, then a slight shade of green. And, of course, she wasn't speaking to us.

The love potion wore off at dinner, but that didn't stop the huge amounts of valentines the poor girl received. There were cards, flowers, chocolates, teddy-bears, candy, jewellery, perfumes, and a hell load of other things, which apparently she threw under her bed, unopened. Other then those, she got red roses from Frank Longbottom, some third year Hufflepuff and an anonymous Gryffindor, a box of chocolates from another anonymous Gryffindor and a very big dirigible plum from Xeno Lovegood. And, of course, we can't forget the gifts she exchanged with her dorm mates! She gave them all yellow roses, while she got a friendship bracelet from Lily, roses from Mary and Leila and a small plush silver unicorn toy from Alice. I have honestly no idea whether she gave anyone else any valentines.

Jamie ignored us for the next couple of days, and I knew her well enough to know that she was planning revenge. And on the next Saturday, a week after valentines, I found out I wasn't wrong. Her revenge wasn't what I'd call creative or original, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing or funny. You see, Jamie decided to accidentally spill a bit of love potion into our drinks at lunch, and the four of us felt a sudden urge to ask out one of the teachers. For the whole lunch time, much to everyone's (especially Jamie's and the Slytherins') amusement, Peter was singing love songs to professor Hooch, Remus was telling poems to professor Slughorn, James was stalking professor McGonagall, and I was begging professor Dumbledore to ignore the age difference and go for a drink to hogs head with me.

Jamie POV

After the love potion incident, I was even with the boys, and we went back to pranking the Slytherins and occasional Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws together.

Before we knew it, 10th of March came, bringing Remus' 12th birthday. We wanted to celebrate by throwing a massive birthday party in the common room, but Remus insisted on having a birthday party with James when his birthday came. I couldn't help but notice when he snuck out of the common room at 9pm. The other boys didn't notice, since they were already heading to bed, but I did. I fell asleep past midnight in one of the more comfortable sofas after I decided to stay in the common room and wait for Remus. He didn't return until the next morning.

I was a light sleeper, so I was awoken when I heard someone enter the common room. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that it was the boy I was waiting for, but he looked much worse then he did before he left the previous night: He was pale as a ghost, he had bags under his eyes, and worst of all, he had loads of new claw marks. He froze when he saw me staring at him. I motioned for him to sit beside me, and he obeyed.

"Where were you?" was the first question I asked, "And what happened to you?"

His eyes turned sad as he looked into mine.

"Jay, I'm sorry but I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

He sighed, "I just can't."

"Were you attacked?"

"No."

"Then please tell me what happened!" I begged, "I promise it'll stay between us."

He looked deep into my eyes, and looked as if he was about to tell me, but quickly changed his mind and turned away from me.

"I can't," He muttered.

"Why?"

"I just can't."

He got up to leave, but I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me.

"You can trust me you know. I would never do anything to hurt you," I said sincerely and gave him a hug, "You don't have to tell me, but I just want you to know that I'm worried about you."

He gave ma weak smile, "Thanks."

"No problem Remy."