Extended Ending of Chapter Three:
*James*
His parents were surrounded by Death Eaters.
"Be a good boy, James," his father said, smiling sadly.
"We love you so much, dear," his mother whispered, also smiling.
"Run…" they whispered, "Run…"
The Death Eaters raised their wands. James screamed. It was too late…
The green light engulfed them. They smiled, hugging each other as it circled around them…
James was standing over their lifeless bodies. Tears poured down his face. The tears quickly turned to blood.
"No," he whispered.
A voice was whispering, "They're coming for you! They're coming!"
James tried to run, but he couldn't move. More green light…
*Sirius*
Sirius opened his eyes. For a second he had hoped that it hadn't been a dream. Then he sighed. He had dreamed that he had finally gone to Hogwarts and had gotten sorted into Gryffindor.
Now, his father was standing over his bed at Grimmauld Place, "Up!"
Orion walked out of the room, saying, "Follow."
Sirius yawned and obeyed.
He followed his father outside. They stared up at the stars, which were clearly visible, despite being in the heart of London.
"There it is," Orion said, "The Orion constellation. And there you are. The Sirius star."
He turned to tower over Sirius. Sirius felt himself shrinking.
"Do you know why you were named accordingly?" his father's voice boomed, "You were named after the Dog star. That's all you are. A filthy, good for nothing, mutt. Trained to be loyal to his master. Trained to obey."
Sirius turned to run away but he found that the ground was no longer there. Instead, he was falling through the stars . . .
*Lupin*
It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was full. Remus Lupin was but six years old. However, his parents allowed him to go outside and play. After all, they lived in a safe neighborhood…
Lupin had picked up a twig and was pretending to wave it like a wand…
He remembered seeing a pair of red eyes in the hedge.
Red, like blood…
Blood…
There was blood everywhere…
Lupin was screaming…
His screams turned into his father's screams, "I can't take it anymore! We've tried everything to cure him! I can't be around him anymore!"
The door slamming…
His mother crying…
Pain…
Blood…
*Peter*
Peter was standing outside his house. He looked around, confused. Then, shrugging, he entered.
"Hello Peter."
Peter screamed. A horrible, demon, devil shape was standing in the hallway.
"You? A Gryffindor? You're just a coward! Join us Peter…"
Join us…
Join us…
James woke up with a scream. He was drenched with sweat, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. Then he remembered, he was at Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory.
He realized quickly that he wasn't the only one who had cried out. Peter Pettigrew was sobbing, "Mummy! Mummy!"
"Calm down," a soft voice was cooing. It belonged to Remus Lupin, who was looking shaken, yet was doing his best to comfort Peter. Sirius's curtains were drawn on his four-poster.
"What happened?" James asked, shakily.
Lupin looked up, gravely, "Nocturne Nougat."
"Come again?"
"It was in some of the desserts that we ate at the feast. I think they might've been expired. We have all seemed to have nightmares."
James nodded. That would explain things.
"Sirius?" he called, "Sirius, are you okay?"
The curtains were ripped open, "I'm fine, Potter," a voice growled.
James blinked, "Sorry."
"Nah, I'm sorry," Sirius mumbled, "I just…didn't sleep that well."
Lupin quickly explained his theory.
"I don't want to go back to sleep," Peter squeaked.
"It'll wear off soon," Lupin said kindly, "Maybe eating something will help. Does anyone have any food?"
Sirius and James shook their heads but Peter, embarrassed, pulled out a good-sized cooler out of his trunk. He started to read off various foods. Lupin stopped him when he reached a pack of marshmallows.
"I have an idea," Lupin said quietly, "I know a spell…mind you, it could be dangerous…"
James and Sirius's eyes lit up with excitement.
Lupin crossed over to his trunk, where he took a large washbasin and put it in the center of the room. He then pulled out his wand and muttered several words. Soon the bowl was filled with bright, warming, flames.
The boys spent the remainder of the night roasting marshmallows, talking about the most randomness topics and laughing at the stupidest things. Even hours after the nougat had worn off, they kept talking and laughing.
James stuffed a burnt marshmallow into his mouth and grinned. Grinning around at the others, a warm feeling passed through his body; one that he was sure wasn't from the fire.