Chapter 3: Chapter 3- Peter and Sirius' Adventure

POV's:

Remus Lupin/Moony

Sirius Black/Padfoot

James Potter/Prongs

Peter Pettigrew/Wormtail

P: Do any of you have the notes from Slughorn's lecture last Tuesday? Remus is in the library in another one of his study comas.

S: Peter. Do you think either James or I actually took notes?

P:James sometimes takes notes! Sometimes!... It was worth a shot, I guess.

S: It was worth the effort, I guess. You're going to have to ask Remus, mate.

P: I tried. I actually yelled in his ear and he didn't even notice. Miss Collier sure did though. I'm banned for a month. James is going to have to go. You still have until the end of next year until you're allowed back in.

S: A month? We leave in a week and a half! And speaking of bans, how is James still allowed in there?

P: He just never goes in. I honestly don't think he's stepped foot in there since the year started.

S: Oh, that makes sense. We'll just get him to ask Remus then.

P: No, that won't work. I just remembered. He's been in the Quidditch field all day, drooling. They got new uniforms, or something. There is no way are we getting him back here just to drag Remus out of the library.

S: Well, that settles it then. We're getting Remus out ourselves. Any brilliant ideas?

P: Get Lily to do it?

S: That's last resort! We can try ourselves first! Peter! Cause a diversion, and I'll try to get in!

P: That's right! We are men! Manly men! We don't need no damsel in our distress!

S: Exactly! We can do this! Okay, you go in the normal way and distract Miss Collier, and I'll figure out how to get in a window or something.

P: It's on the fourth floor, Sirius. Well, it was, last time I check. Dratted moving stairs keep messing up my sense of direction. They stranded me on the sixth floor last week! I was late to Transfiguration! McGonagall changed me into a teapot! A. TEAPOT. It was emotionally scarring, I tell you. I still haven't recovered completely, I'm sure.

S: So that's where you were! Oh! Well, be that as it may, I can get into the library, fourth floor window or otherwise. Do not doubt my skills. You just keep out the library patrol, and it'll go perfectly.

P: I don't doubt your skills at getting in. I doubt your skills at not breaking every bone in that skinny body though. And then Remus would kill me, and that would really put a damper on my weekend plans, you know?

S: You don't have weekend plans! Remus won't let us make plans until the exams are over! And hey! If he kills you, you don't have to take the tests!

P: Rude. True though. So, I sneak in the library and do what? Knock over a shelf? I think that might accidentally crush someone. Or Miss Collier would not-so-accidentally crush me.

S: Oh no. You're not sneaking in. Barge in. Loudly. Get noticed. Draw attention. I need all attention away from me. Go make some noise.

P: You're the drama queen. Can't you do that? Have a diva moment or something? Release 50 owls and ten tons of purple glitter?

S: Excuse me?! I am not a drama queen OR a diva! I'm insulted!

P: I think we all know that's not exactly true. We can ALL hear you singing in the shower, you prat. I mean, we're thankful you're taking a shower for once, don't get me wrong, but still.

S: Oh, come off it! You don't exactly have the best habits either!

P: I don't hoard empty shampoo bottles just because they are, and I quote, "perfect microphone material!"

S: No, you just hoard food wrappers!

P: HEY. Just the Cauldron Cake boxes! Those are limited edition! It's their 250th anniversary! Have a little respect for history!

S: Peter. Mate. That is not history, that is a sales ploy. It's also deeply sad. But we're getting off topic again. Remus Rescue Mission. Go make some noise.

P: Can't I just let some owls loose or something?

S: Anything, as long as you make sure they don't get me caught!

P:I'm back. …Let's just say getting the owls...didn't exactly work out.

S: Isee that. I'm sure Madame Pomfrey has some bandages for that. You look like you fought off a dragon. Merlin's pants, Peter! What did you do to those poor little owls?!

P: Nothing! They just kept trying to eat me! It was insane! I kept trying to tell them I was a wizard, not a tasty gizzard, like Kettleburn says. Wait..is that for hippogriffs?

S: You're insane! You brought them food, right?

P: ….So that's what I forgot.

S: Always bring the owls food, otherwise you're food. It's the secret to never getting clawed.

P: Fine. New plan?

S: Definitely new plan. Alright. Just go make some noise.

P: Fine.

S: Peter. I can't believe we forgot about the banning spell. Hung upside down. So undignified. Ridiculous. Well what do we do now?

P: My pants almost fell down! In front of Bertha Jorkins!

Sirius. I think it's time. We have to do it.

S: No. You can't be saying what I think you're saying. Not that. Not her. We haven't failed yet.

P: Sirus. It's time. We have no other plan, it's getting late, and the test is tomorrow. Come on. We have to do this.

S: You ask her. If I ask, she'll never agree.

P: She hates me! She has ever since James made me try to find out her address. She thinks I'm a creep!

S: She hates all of us! And I don't even know what I did!

P: What didn't you do?

Anyways, back to the problem at hand. Let's both ask her. Maybe her dislike for us will be overcome by confusion in the face of our humble attitude and amazingly stunning good looks!

S: I'm sorry, humble attitudes? Do you expect me to beg? Because there is no way that's happening. I'll try to get in the library myself again before I beg anyone for anything.

P: Just come on, we'll figure it out when we find her.

P: Well that was totally humiliating. But hey, at least she's going to go get Remus now!

J: Hi guys. Thanks for including me in your plans to break into the library. Much appreciated.

P: YOU WERE LOOKING AT THE UNIFORMS!

J: Rude. I'm literally an owl away.

S: JAMES YOU UTTER–

J: Now, now, no need to be harsh.

S: WE ALMOST DIED.

P: We had to beg Lily to help us! Beg! And I had to give her half of my chocolate bar stash! And Remus already ate most of it! I'm not going to have enough to finish the semester, at this rate!

S: BEG DOES NOT EVEN BEGIN TO COVER IT! IT WAS PRACTICALLY GROVELING! IT WAS AWFUL!

J: Now that's a sight I would love to see. Still, sorry Pete. Not so sorry, Sirius. How'd things turn out? How's darling Evans? (She tried to hex me in the hallway not five minutes ago. It was rather more vicious than usual. I'm assuming you all had something to do with it.)

S: James, you'd better run far far away before dinner or I'm afraid I'll cause quite a scene smashing your face into the headmaster's soup.

J: Ehehehe erm... *gulp* Oh what do you know I have Quidditch practice.

S: That's what I thought.

R: Hey guys! How's your day been? Sorry if I've been sort of gone all day. Lily mentioned you wanted something?

J: REMUS PROTECT ME. HE'S GONNA KILL ME.

R: Kill? What? Wait, what did you do this time?

J: NOTHING. I LITERALLY DID NOTHING. THIS TIME.

S: EXACTLY. NOTHING. WHILE PETER AND I WENT THROUGH HELL.

P: HELL IS RIGHT. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

J: HOW IS THAT MY FAULT?

R: How am I friends with you guys?

S: YOU CHOSE QUIDDITCH OVER US, JAMES. YOUR MATES. YOUR FRIENDS FOR LIFE. OR FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS THEN I GUESS. ABANDONER. LEAVER OF FRIENDS. YOU, YOU... LEAVY PERSON, YOU.

R: Well, I'll just leave you to… whatever it is you're talking about. I'm going to go get some lunch. Anyone care to join me?

J: I'm going with you. I don't trust myself around Black. He's gonna kill me, in case you didn't know.

R: Yes, I sort of noticed that.

…

P: …Can you believe we had to go through all that?

S: That was a nightmare. But at least we got the notes!

P: ...Oops.