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Post by James Potter on Feb 12, 2007 18:40:13 GMT -5
Whether or not it was true that full moons make people crazy was a mystery to James Potter. All day, ants were having a groovy party in his pants and he was a nervous wreck. On top of all that, he felt like shit because he'd sparred in a shouting match with Sirius last night. Now was not the time to have the usual Marauder fight. It was a full moon. He needed to make amends with Padfoot before it came to Peter following James and Moony loyally accompanying Pads. James loved Wormtail and all, but he tried to emulate James too much. That was why, as of late, he'd been calling more Head meetings if not just to catch a glimpse at a particular red-head.
For a moment, he'd wondered if they'd even bother showing up at the shack at all. But of course they would, they had to. Surely they would have heard by now and surely they must have searched around the castle for him. James wasn't off in any of the usual crevices or spots that they'd previously found around Hogwarts. He needed a place where even the always-watching Peter wouldn't trail him. And so, he'd wandered off to the Quidditch Pitch and, at the bottom of the stands, sat motionlessly for hours, consumed in his own thoughts and unaware of the silent tears rolling down his warm flesh.
He hadn't seen most of anyone all day, except for Dumbledore, but that was after he'd already read the morning paper. The only Marauder he'd seen was Peter, and James coolly made an excuse that he needed to use the water closet. It was more lame than anything, but Wormtail picked up that he needed to be alone. Only minutes ago, he'd abandoned his seat at the Pitch and was now pacing the Shrieking Shack. Here he was, paler than usual and eyes bright red. Large puffs had formed under his hazel eyes and he almost looked sickly. His hair was on end, but he tried to calm its unruliness by running a hand through it. His father was dead. Killed in what officials called "an accident," but James knew it was just a fleeting attempt to make it seem like they weren't, actually, losing the war.
Mixed in with his headache of emotions was anger. The only trace his father had in the war was that he donated to the Order. James knew that this had to be inside work of some sort. A personal shot at him, perhaps someone from the outside was in at Hogwarts. He thought of all the possible Death Eaters, his skin crawling. James felt guilty, not only for his father's death, but also because he hadn't contacted his mother all day. He'd been too lost in his thoughts to consider how bad of a son he was being.
The sun was due to set in fifteen minutes. James' robes were wrinkled and his tie undone. As opposed to pacing, he plopped on the stale couch and absently picked at fuzz protruding from a claw mark. Tonight was the night that he'd tell them (granted they came in due time) that he'd decided to join the Order of the Phoenix, and what's more, to study to become an auror. And the irony of it all was t hat if you would have told James any of this last year, he would have questioned, "Voldemort who?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Feb 14, 2007 11:54:07 GMT -5
Peter who was up in the towers looked out the window that reveled the brightly lighten full moon. He knew what the full moon meant, and where he should be, but he didn't feel up for it. The Marauders got into one of their little quarrels again and frankly it was kind of annoying now. It was always Sirius mouthing off to James and then James got offended and mouthed off back. It was really starting to bother him this time around. Remus and I never start anything it was always those two who got the whole group to split up.
The pudgy boy sighed as he removed his elbows from the railing of the tower's window sill. He knew he should go down to the Forbbiden Forest even if they did get into a fight. His gut feeling was telling him to go. They all made a promise to be there for Remus during this time no matter what! Peter let out a sigh again as he transformed into a rat. He figured he make it to the forest faster that way since some how as a rat he could run faster. He didn't know if it was his weight, or just all in his head but he scurried across the room and zoomed down the stairs of the towers his worm like tail traveling behind him. This was the reason for his nick name, Wormtail.
Once Wormtail reached the end of the stair case he ran down more flights and more flights of stairs. He never really noticed how big the school was until now. He stopped running and took a few heaves. Just a week ago he found out that his rat form was one of the easiest ways to sneak out of the school past curfew. Since he found out he did it almost every night. He would leave the common room in his rat form and scurry down to the kitchen. Once he was there, he would eat a big snack then head back to the room.
After running down two flights of stairs he decided to climb up the post and slide down them. He did this flight after flight until he was at the bottom of the last staircase. He jump off the post and continued to run towards the entrance hall. He smiled with his buck rat teeth and transformed back into Peter again. He ran towards the double oak wood doors and opened them quietly then closed them the same way. To the Forbidden Forest I go! He ran but then I thought crossed his mind. What if no one was there? No, no, they'll be there...hopefully. The only one he could see not coming was Padfoot. He was the only one heartless enough to do so! He rolled his eyes and entered the shack to see James.
Peter looked around the room with a confused look on his face to see no one there but him. He sighed as he walked in and sat on a ripped up an armchair off to the side of the room. He looked from left to right then started to tap his foot. Peter usually did this when he was worried but he just wondered where Moony and Padfoot were... Seeing that the situation was awkward enough he looked at James and said,
" Hey... "
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Post by Sirius Black on Feb 16, 2007 19:47:53 GMT -5
Sirius sat alone in the deserted Common Room, his Arithmancy notebook laid before him. Oftentimes he did this for hours, sat in the Common Room with the ruse of doing homework but really his mind was elsewhere. He had fought with James last night, which was never good, Sirius was no more than a lonely soul really, he felt as though all of his friendships were fickle all but this one, his bind with James. He leaned back in the armchair, his Adam's apple bobbing dangerously in the air. On top of everything else that had been going on, news had recently broken that Mr. Potter was dead.
Now, Sirius had liked the older Potter, but it was really the younger he felt bad for. From Sirius' perspective, James had seemed awfully close to his father, a bond much stronger than Sirius' with his own father. Even in his mind, Sirius heard the word 'father' filles with spite. But Mr. Potter and James had seemed different. Sirius imagined they went on fishing trips and talked about soccer together. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep, but for a night owl like Sirius that was not going to happen this early in the afternoon.
He groaned now and reopened his eyes, across the room the curtains of the window stood open, facing out to the East of Hogwarts' grounds. The sky was just beginning to darken and a full moon was rising from the horizon. A full moon. Sirius sat bolt upright in his chair. James. Remus. Peter. The Maruaders.
Not thinking to grab a cloak to keep out the night's chill he dogded out of the Common Room. All had been forgotten in the thrill of exploring at night in the form he most felt at home. He took the staricase two at a time, nearly knocking over a pigtailed Hufflepuff girl and then skidding into a stone wall. Sirius stepped back from the wall, clutching his cranium and cussing under his breath. But he knew enough of healing to cure it. The wand that had been haphazardly shoved in his back pocket came out, a spell was muttered and he was off running again.
At last he reached the Entrance Hall. The transfiguration professor, Dumbledore, was just making his way out the Great Hall. Sirius dogded past, carefully avoiding his gaze, trying desperately to look inconspicous.
Finally he was out the grounds, the moon was higher in the sky now and with a great heaval of breath, Padfoot howled at, a trick Remus had taught him after much begging. He was in a mind to tranfigure than and there, but there were humans matters to take care of first, however exhilirating such a night could be. He needed to find James, needed to make amends. He came to the Whomping Willow and in one swift movement, punched the knot in the roots. He growled at the pain and his stupidity, but excitement could do wonders to the boy. He crouched and pushed himself in the opening. Walking down the earthy corridor he culd just here muted voices at the end of the tunnel.
The tunnel led out into the sitting room and Sirius climbed into the room and said in a fatherly manner, that he instantly regretted, "Prongsie, m'boy!" He wasn't to pleased with the boy who was also there, "Peter," he added, curtly.
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Post by James Potter on Feb 16, 2007 23:13:45 GMT -5
Awkwardly, he observed Peter scramble in and say nothing but 'hey.' Who could really blame the kid? James would be at a loss for what to say, too. But his father really was a father to everyone else as well, wasn't he? The Marauders usually spent the last two weeks of summer with the Potters, Sirius having had stayed the entire summer of sixth year. Ha, the memories. Anyway, he decided that what he needed right now was booze. A lot of booze. If it wasn't a full moon night, James would be getting drunk off his ass. But he needed to be there for Remus. No matter what pain he was going through, no matter how much life sucked for him, he needed to be there for his friend. He couldn't let him down like he'd let everyone else down.
Before he got the chance to answer Peter, Sirius happily bursted in. Maybe less happily, more awkwardly. Padfoot didn't know how to handle the situation either. No one did, really. It's not as if it was written 'how to treat your best friend when their father dies.' His eyes didn't lift, he couldn't look Sirius in the eyes. If he did, then Pads would know that he'd been previously crying. Crying! James was a seventeen year old boy, no, man. Men don't cry. The only person that was yet to show up was Remus, and he was the one who bloody well had to transform! What could be keeping him? Maybe he was bothered by the encounter between James and Sirius the night prior. Maybe he'd done something to irk Moony. Either way, he was uncharacteristicly late and he had a tinge of thinking that something was wrong.
"Listen, Padfoot. . ." He started, again surprised to find his voice. James tried to regain his cool by running a slick hand through his hair and looking up at his friend. He slowly rose to face him, and what he had to say was harder than he could have imagined. A lump was quickly developing in his throat. ". . .I'm sorry about last night. I've got something to tell you lot if Moony would ever get here." He anxiously continued, looking to the entrance impatiently. James was trying to avoid the topic at hand, and looked back at Sirius. He swallowed, hard. "Pads. . .my--my dad. . ." Damnit! What a pussy he was, stuttering and rambling. It was like word vomit, but he needed someone to console him. Sirius was his brother, he would be there for him. It took every fiber in his being to prevent him from crying, and before he could fail at this task, he looked to the ground.
Where was he?! There was only minutes until the Full Moon, and James needed to tell them before he went completely insane. "Nevermind that. . .I wanted to tell you guys that . . ." Here it was, the moment of truth. James glanced to the clock on the wall to see the seconds hand quickly ticking. Six minutes until the full moon. Five. "I'm joining the Order of the Pheonix." He finally blurted out, quicker and louder than he had intended.
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