Chapter 39-Unwell
All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me that
I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good
For something
Hold on feeling like I'm heading for a
Break down and I dunno why
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then You'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
The next month passed filled with heartache and sorrow. The death of a loved one is never an easy thing. They came to
deal with it, knowing that their friends wouldn't return. There was nothing left to do other than move on.
May brought heat and warmer weather. Exams were approaching and schoolwork was piling on. The heat was rising inside of the classroom in which they sat, an uncomfortable feeling of warmth was disturbing the students.
"I want you all to know that the NEWT's are not to be taken lightly. These tests determine the jobs you hold and your place in the wizarding world," Professor McGonagall rambled on. "It is unlikely that you will be able to breeze your way through these tests and maintain success."
"Breeze?" Sirius asked. "What breeze? It is steaming in this room, McGonagall."
Some of the class chuckled, many were too warm to say anything.
"Be that as it may, Mr. Black," McGonagall addressed. "I happen to know you're not taking your tests very seriously."
"I take everything Sirius-ly," Sirius insisted.
"Shut up, Sirius," James, Lily, and Remus yelled. He really did not know when a joke became old.
"I want you all to think hard on where you wish to stand once you leave Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall lectured.
"I want to be alive," Sirius muttered.
Normally, Professor McGonagall would have snapped at him for interrupting her. Yet, as she cast her eyes around her room, the empty seats restrained her from doing so. She sighed and rubbed her hand against her forehead.
"Professor Dumbledore hasn't personally addressed all the dangers erupting in our world," she started. "He has been too busy trying to fight it to really discuss it with the students. He hoped to diminish it before things became too out of control. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has gone on a rampage, one in which it seems nearly impossible to stop. I just hope that some of you will take this into account before choosing careers and choices later in life."
The class was silent, knowing she was implying about the amount of distrust within the magical world. No one was quite sure of who was honorable and who was not. Sides had been cast and the fine line between good and evil was starting to waver.
"Moony, do you ever wonder how it would feel to practice martial arts?" Sirius proposed, as they exited the Transfiguration classroom.
James and Lily had been holding hands but when they heard such a random comment from Sirius, they turned to look at their friend with concern.
"What's this rubbish about martial arts that you're going on about?" Remus questioned.
"Oh, you know," Sirius started. "You've had to have watched programming in the fireplace, right?"
"Well, yes," Remus said.
"There was this was one program on Rudok the Magical Martial Arts Expert. He was inspired by some of those Muggle programs and he cast himself in the fireplace. I used to watch that program for hours. It was the only way my mum could shut me up," Sirius explained.
James was nodding in agreement, clearly having watched the same program. Lily looked at her boyfriend, bewildered by his hidden sense of oddness.
"I think I saw it once or twice," Remus replied. "How is that relevant?"
"Do you ever think of giving Voldemort the ol' one-two?" Sirius proposed.
"Everyday," James admitted.
"You two have gone stupid," Lily said, shaking her head. "You don't give Voldemort the ol' one-two. It's impossible if he has a wand."
"I think she's right about that, Padfoot," James said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
"When McGonagall was going into all that deep information, it had me thinking that someone giving Voldemort a first-hand martial arts beating would make a rather excellent and entertaining way of stopping him from killing everyone," Sirius said.
"Do you really think about these things?" Remus asked, somewhat mystified by Sirius' odd train of thought.
"It was just a thought," Sirius said. "Don't penalize me for the visions held in this impressively complex mind."
"We won't," Lily and James answered together, walking away.
Peeves the Poltergeist came bouncing past, a water balloon in his hand.
"Peeves, do you think I'm weird?" Sirius asked.
"Of course not, you're a Marauder," Peeves answered.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Sirius muttered as Peeves dumped the water balloon on Lily's head. All Sirius heard was some intense cursing from Lily and chuckling from Remus and James' part.
.X.
"Sirius is holding a meeting? Since when does he do this?" Lily asked, on her way to the Room of Requirement.
"Oh, he's been doing it for quite some time. We thought that your innocence shouldn't be wasted just yet," James explained, leading her to the meeting.
"Actually, we decided that Sirius was a little too mental for you to handle," Remus explained. "He requested that you join us though, seeing as you can be of some assistance."
"Assistance to what?" Lily asked, perplexed as to what was happening. Sirius had gone off his rocker again.
"We're not quite sure," James said, uncertainly.
"He wouldn't say," Remus supplied. "It's amazing as to the things he thinks of. I am sure this is going to be another ludicrous plan with absolutely no point."
"We're here," James announced, seeing the handle to the doorway appear. He opened the door and found a padded room with many punching bags and what appeared to be coolers full of water. James saw pairs of boxing gloves, sweatbands, and whistles.
"Please let this be some conspiracy against NEWTs and not what I think it is," Remus prayed.
"Welcome all!" Sirius greeted in a loud, boisterous voice.
"Sirius, what is going on?" Lily asked.
"Funny you should ask, Lily," Sirius said. "I thought it would be fun if we formed an illegal martial arts club."
"Did you guys whack him on the head with something this morning?" Lily accused.
"I'm not sure," James said, scratching his head. "Was that today or yesterday that we did that?"
"Yesterday," Remus answered.
"Then, no, we didn't. We may have tripped him but we whacked him on the head yesterday," James said, smiling innocently.
"No wonder he's a nutcase," Lily said, rolling her eyes.
"I would like my students to sit before my feet and listen intently to my wise words," Sirius said, putting a misty voice on. The three others looked around bewildered.
"That means you," Sirius hissed to them. The three of them sat on the ground, still put off by Sirius' odd behavior.
"We must take a blood oath to never reveal the secrets of our organization. It's a top secret club that everyone would want to join if they knew of it. I contemplated the location to which we should hold these. My first thought was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She may have practiced the fine art of karate in her past life," Sirius provided. "I decided that it would be a lot more comfortable here. So, Operation Kick Dark Lord's Butt is in motion. Any objections?"
"A few," Remus said.
"Any other objections?" Sirius asked, raising his voice more.
"Are you sure this is sane?" Lily questioned.
"Alright then, if there are no objections, we will proceed," Sirius said. "Stand up and stick out your palm."
"Are you the Divination teacher now?" James asked.
"Why, is there an opening? Did Dumbledore say something to you?" Sirius asked.
"No, mate," James said. "Go on."
"Your palm is a key part of your body," Sirius explained. "That is where you hold your bread."
Lily, James, and Remus looked at each other rather curiously. Sirius had no idea how over the edge he had gone.
"Everyone close your eyes. We are now going to try and reach a state of nirvana for the simple reason that a kinetic energy will flow through out veins, thus allowing the property of pain to travel to our palms," Sirius said, his eyes closed.
He opened them and saw an empty room.
"Some people just don't have what it takes to be proficient in the craft of martial arts," Sirius sighed.
A/N: Ok, that was a pointless chapter, I know. Sirius has gone pretty insane due to the lack of restraint from Addison. She used to keep him somewhat in line. Hope you liked it. The plot will return in a couple chapters. I have some Sirius-fillers in the waiting.