A/N: See that review button there? Don't click it. It's evil. Just kidding, it's my best friend. Except you, if you click it. And yes, I have lost sight of why I'm writing this. Thanks to WiccanWeasley101 and he he eh for reviewing, and Tudor-Boleyn for giving me the name for the DADA teacher.

The remembrall hit the ground with a thump. A very loud thump.

One of the other boys in the Gryffindor second year dormitory woke and sat up with a start.

"What? Who died? I'm armed!" He scrambled for his wand before I stopped him.

"S'alright Sirius, just dropped this thing." I indicated the remembrall that was on the floor by my bed. "Accio!" It zoomed into my hand, remaining clear as I held it. I had remembered what I needed to.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know I can't get back to sleep after I wake up. It's still dark, as well! Merlin, Remus…." He smirked. I knew well enough not to take him seriously. "Anyway…" He continued, "None of these lumps are awake yet, must be sleeping really deep. So, if they're not awake by now, with us two talking, I'm pretty damn sure this won't make any difference.." Sirius reached for his wand and grabbed it. "Lumos!" The room was bathed in light, the maroon colours turning into bright red, the browns turning into majestic gold.

A slim, bespectacled boy with brown eyes and untidy hair had just groaned loudly. "Lemme go back to sleep… five more minutes… Why're you awake?"

"Dropped my remembrall, it made a fair noise." I once again indicated the remembrall, which now resided on my bedside table. "Surprised it's not broken, really."

Sirius tilted his head, his long black hair following it. "Why'd you have that out in the first place?"

"Woke up from a nightmare and got bored." I hated having to lie to my friends, and I certainly wasn't proud of it, but by now I was pretty good at it. The truth was that I was missing something, something I had been missing for a while now, and I needed to confirm what it was. It came as a shock when I had remembered.

"Aw, did little Remsy have a bad dream?" Sirius joked. I threw a pillow at him. It missed.

"Matter of fact, Sirius, I did." He threw the pillow back at me, which I caught and rested my head on.

"How on Earth you two are awake at this time in the morning, I will never know." The boy with the scruffy hair was now burying his head under a pillow, which he quickly decided would be put to better use if it were thrown. He raised his head slightly to aim, and… "Shit." James swore under his breath and pulled his duvet over his head, before the boy who was just hit by the pillow could wake up properly.

Sirius and I stifled laughs as the boy stirred.

A short, plump boy turned over onto his stomach and snored.

Sirius couldn't contain himself anymore, and burst out laughing. The snoring stopped and the boy woke up.

"Hi, Peter."

Several hours later, we found ourselves in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Professor Bing clapped his hands. "Today, we will be studying Boggarts."