"James. Psst, James!" I sat up and pulled the curtain open irritably. It'd been a few days since Sirius found out. And he hadn't stopped bugging me since.

"What now, Padfoot?" I asked. "I swear, if you ask me one more time about your death, I will hex you."

"No, it isn't that! I have an idea!"

I groaned.

"No, no, it's a good idea!" Sirius insisted. "We should pretend to try and escape again," I slumped against my pillow in exasperation. "No, wait! And then, we come back and play it up, pretending to be really hurt."

I rolled my eyes. "And this helps us how?"

"Because your parents will bring us food! Really good food!" Sirius replied giddily. I raised an eyebrow. "No, really! They'll feel bad for us."

"Hate to burst your bubble Pads, but if we do that, Mum'll be mad at us for trying to sneak out again," I pointed out. Sirius ignored me.

"But it'll be fun, too," he continued. "And if it doesn't fool you're folks, it ought to at least fool Reg and Pete. Then they can get us candy at Honeyduke's!"

"True," I conceded. "Alright. But if you actually hurt yourself, don't come crying to me."

"Nah, I won't hurt myself," Sirius grinned, sitting up straight and sliding out of bed. "Coming, Jamie?"

"If I must," I said, climbing out of bed as well, making my head spin. "I still think this is a bad idea."

"That's the fun in it!" Sirius proclaimed happily, pushing past the curtains. I followed him, glad the both of us could actually walk this time. "Okay, now fall!"

"Sirius!" I hissed. "That'll bloody hurt!"

"So? It'll help you play it up. Push me, I can't fall on my own," Sirius ordered. I gave him a dry look, and he grinned expectantly. I sighed heavily, and lightly shoved him. "Oi! That was hardly a push."

"Well, excuse me for worrying about your wellbeing," I replied sarcastically. Sirius frowned, figuring I wasn't going to push him down. "You're plan has failed. So, if you'll stop looking for dumb ideas to get yourself killed, I'd like to lie down."

Sirius didn't listen; instead, he ran face first into the door, which flew open, and he fell out. I groaned, rolling my eyes and going to check on him. He rolled over to smile at me sheepishly.

"Er... oops?" he said. I held out a hand. "Nah, call Madam Pomfrey. Time to play it up."

I smiled bemusedly. "Hey, Madam Pomfrey! Sirius did something stupid!"

Madam Pomfrey came walking towards us, a light scowl on her face. Sirius winked at me, then grabbed his chest dramatically. "My chest... it hurts!"

Madam Pomfrey watched him carefully, obviously not buying it.

"What are you two up too," Sirius glanced up slightly, scowling almost imperceptibly, before letting out a fake cry of agony. I had to stifle a laugh.

"Can't breathe!" He choked. "Help me- I'm dying!"

I rolled my eyes. He was playing it up a little too much.

Just then, Regulus walked up. He caught sight of Sirius on the ground, and paled.

"What's wrong with him!?" he cried. I rolled my eyes as Regulus knelt by his brother. "Siri?"

"Reggie," Sirius said, and I had to stifle another laugh at his acting. "When I die- you can have my broom."

"Oi! I want that broom," I declared. Sirius glared at me slightly, before gasping and going limp. I smirked slightly as his foot twitched, and I could tell he was trying not to grin.

"Siri!" Regulus exclaimed, grabbing Sirius and shaking him. "Wake up, wake up!"

"Mr. Black," Madam Pomfrey said sharply. When Sirius didn't appear to respond, her expression softened a bit. "Mr. Black?"

"He's dead!" Regulus wailed. "Now he's really dead!"

"Mr. Black," Madam Pomfrey frowned, kneeling beside Sirius, checking him over. "I think he's playing it up."

Sirius grimaced while neither Madam Pomfrey nor Regulus was looking. I snickered quietly at his misfortune.

"Hmm, well, if he really is hurt," Madam Pomfrey said, smiling smugly. "Then I suppose he'll be stuck here for even longer. I think I have a few more potions for him too... and I guess then he can't go to the Quidditch game..."

"No!" Sirius exclaimed, shooting straight up. He winced, and grabbed his chest for real. "Wasn't too smart of me to run into the door, was it? Er... please don't make me miss Quidditch."

"We'll see," Madam Pomfrey said. "Mr. Black, help your brother to the bed. Mr. Potter, I trust this was Mr. Black's idea?"

"Completely, all Sirius," I confirmed. Sirius sent me a fake glare as Regulus helped him back to his bed. "If he keeps hurting himself, he might as well move in here."

"I'm tempted to ship him off to St. Mungo's and let them deal with him," Madam Pomfrey replied dryly. "And how are you feeling, Mr. Potter?"

"Better," I said. "But I think I'm gonna go lie down. My headache is coming back on."

Madam Pomfrey gave me an approving nod, and I walked back to my bed, and climbed back in. Regulus was evidently scolding his brother for being an idiot.

"I just wanted food," Sirius lamented. "What's a little pain and acting for food?"

"But you could have seriously hurt yourself," Regulus exclaimed. Sirius opened his mouth. "And do not make that pun right now!"

"Aw, Reggie, you and Moony and James ruin all my fun." Sirius pouted. "And, Regulus, my middle name isn't Lee."

Regulus and I both groaned, and Regulus face-palmed.

"You just had to add that, didn't you?" I asked. Sirius beamed at me. "You aren't too hurt, right?"

"Prongs, are you kidding?" Sirius let out a barking laugh. "Running into a door is hardly going to kill me, relax. Nah, I'd like to know what on this earth could off me, the great Sirius Black!"

I stiffened, and glared at him. "Would you quit mentioning that?"

"What, me dying?" Sirius replied cheekily. I rolled over in my bed.

"That's it, I'm just going to ignore you," I said. "Regulus, slap your brother for me."

There was a crack and a yelp.

"Not the face!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Sorry," Regulus replied. I rolled back over. Sure enough, there was a red hand mark on Sirius cheek, and he was scowling at Regulus.

"You must slap hard," I observed. "You left a handprint. A big, red one."

"It's animal abuse!" Sirius declared. I gave him a bemused look. "What? It's true! Animal abuse!"

"Sirius," Regulus said slowly. "You're human."

"That's what you think," Sirius grinned. "How do you know I'm not- what is it Muggles call it- oh, yes, an alien?"

"Because you didn't know what they were called?" I suggested. "Plus, then you still wouldn't be an animal. You'd be an alien."

"Yeah, go and ruin all my fun," Sirius frowned, before cracking another grin. "How else can we trick Madam Pomfrey into getting us delicious deserts?"

"You can't," I said dryly. "And, for the record, don't even bother coming up with another brilliant plan. They always backfire."

"They do not!"

"Hmm, I've known you longer than you have," I replied smugly. "Your plans always backfire."

"They do," Regulus agreed. "Or was I hearing things when you claimed you 'would not get in trouble' this Christmas break?"

"That's different, dear Mother and Father don't need a reason to punish me," Sirius scowled. "I just want good food! Reggie, can you sneak to Hogsmeade for us?"

"I could," Regulus said. "But you have to say the magic word."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Please?"

"I don't believe it!" I gasped dramatically. "Sirius Black said please!"

"Shut it, you," Sirius said. "I've said please before. I have manners, I'm not uncivilized."

"Really?" I asked. "Could have fooled me."

"What is it, Pick on Sirius Day?" Sirius groaned. I just grinned cheekily at him while Regulus snickered. "Regulus, you sure you're my brother and not this git's? Because you seem to share a favourite hobby."

"I dunno," Regulus shrugged, laughing. "Is there something Mum's not telling me?"

"Mr. Black, I have a few potions for your ribs," I glanced up. Madam Pomfrey had entered, carrying more potions. Sirius sighed. "Again. Honestly, if you don't like the potions, do keep out of trouble."

"I'll try harder next time," Sirius said, before downing a potion and grimacing. "Blech. Must I?"

"Yes, you must," Madam Pomfrey agreed. "Mr. Potter, I brought you a headache potion if you want it."

"Thanks," I replied, taking the offered vial and downing it in one gulp. "Sirius needs to quit being an idiot."

"Oi!"

"Hey, Lils."

"James!" Lily jumped about a foot into the air, spinning around and hugging me. "You're out of the Hospital Wing!"

"Madam Pomfrey said I could go to the game," I beamed. "Can't play, but I can watch."

"That's great," Lily smiled. "So... where's Sirius?"

"Madam Pomfrey made him stay," I chuckled. "I think she's afraid he'll get on a broom and jump off or something. Considering his crazy plans lately, I wouldn't put that past him."

"Another escape attempt?" Lily shook her head. "You'd think he was in Azkaban, not the Hospital Wing, with how desperate he is to get out."

"Wonder when he'll think of sneaking out as Padfoot?" I mused. "Let's hope he doesn't. Nah, knowing my luck he probably will."

"Can he transform?"

"Er... not... completely," I said, snickering slightly. "It's a sight, actually- speak of the devil."

Running- or maybe limping- towards us was Sirius. Sort of. He looked sort of like a dog. And kind of like a boy. But more like some sort of big, black mutant with dog ears and a tail.

"Hullo, James!" he exclaimed when he reached us, except I could barely understand him. "And Lily!"

"Sirius, you're barking," Lily pointed out. "Literally."

"I am?" Sirius asked. He morphed back to normal. "Ow, that hurts when you're injured."

"No duh," I deadpanned. "Why do you think I didn't turn into Prongs?"

"Does, er, does she know?"

"I do," Lily smiled. "And I think it's brilliant."

"Great!" Sirius grinned. "James, where's my broom. I'm playing."

"You're not," I replied. "If you're gonna watch, watch. But you aren't playing. That's just what you bloody need, to fall off your broom in your condition."

"I'm better, though!" Sirius protested.

"You just said you were injured," Lily pointed out. Sirius shrugged. "That's a contradictory statement."

"Actually, I'm fine, even if I'm injured," Sirius declared. "C'mon, James, let me play!"

"No," I chided. "If you go and get yourself killed-"

"Quidditch won't kill me," Sirius retorted. "But- if I knew what would...?"

"Would you quit asking me that?" I snapped. Sirius flinched back, looking like a hurt puppy, and I immediately felt bad. "Sorry, Pads."

"It's okay," Sirius replied, looking embarrassed that he'd reacted like that. "I just want to know..."

"I'm still not telling you," I declared. "You don't need to know about that."

"Wait a minute," Lily frowned. "When did he find out?"

"When Remus and Regulus visited from the future," I answered.

"Remus and Regulus visited from the future?"

"A couple of days ago," Sirius added. "I saw them. James had to tell me. I figured it out. But he won't tell me how I died."

"Good on him," Lily smiled at me, before her expression darkened. "Really, Sirius, you ought to be happier not knowing. And James hates talking about it."

"I want to know, though!" Sirius whined. "Did I really look like your boggart? Did I go out fighting? Did you get to say goodbye and everything?"

"Really, Sirius, please, I don't want to talk about it," I said, rubbing my forehead. "If you really must know," I added sarcastically. "Go look in my Pensieve."

Sirius's eyes lit up, and he grinned deviously, before rushing off in the opposite direction I stared after him, cursing under my breath.

"He just went to look in my Pensieve, didn't he?" I asked. Lily nodded.

"Yep," she said. "He did."

A/N: Dun dun dun! Sirius is going to look at James's Penseive! Not good, right? And he still doesn't have his Honeyduke's. Poor Sirius. Big thanks to Theta-McBride, jeremiah123, Lovewriting12, potterhead924, peevesisawesome, and N.E. Person for reviewing! You guys get a huge package of Honeyduke's chocolate (that Sirius would like you to share, but, really, it's chocolate, you should probably ignore him)! Hope you all enjoyed my feeble attempt at a good chapter. XD

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