Luxate: to put out of joint; dislocate.

March 28, 1977

"Owww!" James howled, doubling over and clutching his shoulder.

"Come on, Prongs! The longer you take getting to the hospital wing, the longer it's going to hurt!' Sirius said, showing his sympathy for his injured friend with a shove that sent James stumbling forward. Remus grabbed his good arm to stop him from face-planting onto the stone floor.

James sank to the ground, eyes closed and breathing shallow.

"It's too much…" he panted. "Go on… without me."

Remus rolled his eyes. "You're the reason we've got to go anywhere at all. Come on, James. It's just another two floors."

James whimpered.

"You're such a crybaby," Sirius said impatiently, yanking James to his feet. "Moony's looked twice as bad as you and we didn't hear him complaining."

"Well, bully for Moony," James said through clenched teeth.

"Why did you keep playing?" Peter asked, trotting alongside them and gapping at the odd angle James's left arm was making.

James mustered up enough strength to shoot Peter a half-incredulous half-insulted sidelong look.

"We were down ten points and I'm the best penalty shot. It's not worth a bludger to the shoulder unless we win."

"Infallible logic," Remus muttered, pushing aside a tapestry and leading the way into a secret passage that would take them up two floors.

By the top of the staircase, James's face glistened under a sheen of sweat. "This is the end," he muttered as his friends dragged him along. "I'm done for. At least I can die knowing it was for a good cause… make sure… Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup… or I'll have to come back and haunt you."

"Don't even think of passing out, Sir Melodrama," Sirius warned. "Because there's no way I'm carrying your arse the rest of the way to Madam Ponfrey."

"Hey, Potter!"

A figure appeared at the end of the corridor. As she hurried toward them, her long red hair streamed like the Gryffindor banners on the Quidditch pitch. James, who'd been leaning heavily on Remus to stay standing, instantly jerked upright.

"Are you okay? It looked like Peterson nailed you pretty hard out there."

"Didn't know you cared, Evans," Sirius drawled, grabbing the collar of James's robes to keep him upright. Lily ignored him, looking at James's shoulder.

She winced. "That looks gross. It must hurt horribly."

"What, this?" James asked, glancing down at his shoulder. "Psh, it's just a scratch. I can hardly even feel it. You know, high pain threshold."

Sirius flicked James's left arm. He let out a high-pitched shriek of pain and tears sprang to his eyes.

"Easy, Evans. Wouldn't want you to feel faint from that show of masculinity." Sirius smirked.

A/N: I figure Sirius is the only one who could do that and not get hexed into oblivion. Only close to it. :) Wow, I'm pumping these out today, aren't I? Thanks a ton to everyone who has reviewed! Hint, hint. :D