In the Tower
Chapter Sixteen: Being It
Summary: Sirius, Remus and Peter lock James and Lily in a tower over Christmas Break. They don't have anything right now, except a little bit of food, lots of French Almond Coffee, and the passion within themselves. And right now, they're just letting it out.
Disclaimer: In the past week, do you think that it would change from me being a lowly thirteen year old with only a dream of becoming a writer and turned into J.K. Rowling? Nuh uh, not me, don't own it.
Author's Note: School sucks. Uh… when Somailia said you fight for weird reasons, she was talking to Remus and Katie, but Sirius and Katie fight for weird reasons to, and they were getting a little close, so, I just went with it…
Previously: "You guys fight for weird reasons," she said oddly, nibbling on a piece of chocolate. They all looked at her questionably. "Oh go make out all ready,"
And that they did… muwahahaha.
You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you. Dale Carnegie.
Well, it's time for it is it not?
If the day before was Friday, then this is Saturday, right? Yes, Saturday afternoon. Late afternoon.
Lily was giggling hysterically and James just sighed, observation her with his head in his hands, looking at her incongruously. She was swinging her legs and watching all the people who were outside being lethargic on the grounds. She tried to scream at one, but they would only be able to hear it like a remote sound, James ears still rung from when she had screamed at Sirius on the Marauders' way to the castle. And they pounded painfully from when he had to yell at Katie the night before. And now his ears were stinging from the continuous raised volume.
She looked at him over her shoulder and cocked her head at him in concern. He wasn't being his usual uproarious self. His eyes seemed vacant to her, monotonous and plain. "James? Are you all right?" He snapped his head to her.
"Oh! Uh, I'm fine. Just thinking..." He told her, scratching his thigh obliviously.
"You seem a little out of it." She told him, swinging her legs back to her before slowly backing up so she reached his side without him even knowing and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Lily," he said suddenly, making her look up at him. "There's something I need to tell you." She gave him her full attention. "Go out with me?" He said first, making her snort.
"James, if I didn't go out with you, without you almost implying it, then I would not have kissed you on Christmas. I wouldn't have done anything like that after that. So yes, I will go out with you."
"Good. That was the good news. Now for the bad news. This is what Katie told me, you remember Katie, right?" She nodded curtly, remembering last year when Katie blew a hole through the wall and almost killed James. "Good, good. Good friend of mine. Anyway, she was talking to me last night, her on the ground, me on the tower, and she told me, wrote me something, that could get us out of the tower. But it's not clear, only two words on a scrap of paper."
"Well, can I see it?" He brought it out of his pocket and gave it to her. "Escape… wall? That's it? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He shrugged. "Let me figure this out," She said, pushed away from James.
"Do it soon, please? If you can't figure it out, we'll be in here," he took a deep breath and made it sound climatic, "evermore." And then he grinned a little happy. "But I guess that wouldn't be that bad. Free muffins and milk all day." Lily started choking on the amount of air she was trying to force into her lungs. He patted her on the bag, staring off at the horizon of trees. She grinned shyly as the right amount of air went into her lungs.
"That would be torture. Ugh, you, me, in a bloody tower." His cheeks flushed and he made a show of sweeping his glasses off his nose and cleaning them on the t-shirt he had on. "And we can't even change our clothes! It's so…ugh." She said in a disgusted voice. He let out a puff of breath, embarrassed.
He started jabbering, "I feel the same way about you."
"Och!" She shouted out, pulling away from him when she had become closer. Then pulled a face and put her head in her folded arms, and sobbed out, "I'm so behind on my homework!"
James grinned and tried to keep in his laughter. He managed to choke out, "bathroom," in a strained voice, and took off running into the lower room of the tower. As soon as he clambered down the stairs and he heard the tower door swing behind him, he fell down to his knees and laughed.
"Uh, James?" He jumped and fell back, looking all around for the voice. She was right behind him. He yelped and scrambled away, but she followed him calmly. "Don't worry, you're fine. I promise I won't do anything." Then she stuck out her hand and with a smug smile, told him, "Hi, I'm Somailia." She had dark circles under his eyes, and he bit back an implying suggestion.
"'Lo," he said to her, trying to lift himself onto one of the chairs, his breathing raspy. "You scared the crap out of me."
She smiled apologetically. "I didn't mean to. But Remus, Sirius and Katie sent me to check up on you. Out of us four, I'm more sensible then Remus. Anyway," she flounced over to the chair next to his and plopped herself down, "I assume that you haven't figured it out yet?" He shook his head. "Figures," she sighed out.
"How do you know Remus and Sirius? Besides them and I and Peter being the rulers of the school?" She pointedly ignored the arrogance, for now.
"Katie. Best friend. Sirius is sweet on her, and Remus and I were just kind of there. Remus asked me out last night," she smiled happily and very genuine, "and I said yes to him. But, besides that fact, I am trusted with your highest advisors. Trust me then."
"Sure." He told her, wondering inwardly whether Remus was going to tell her about his …disease but he bit the inside of his cheek and planned on asking Remus when he would get out of here.
"'Kay, that's good." Then she twitched uneasily. "That's all I needed to know. But, I guess I could stay a little longer. You should try and get out today; some people are all ready looking for you."
His expression turned smug. "Well, every girl in the school seems to pine after me. What can I say? I'm just so charming and handsome." She shook her head at him and stood up.
"Now I see why Lily hated you so long. You're too full of yourself. But I assume you weren't like this the whole break?" He shook his head. "Good, that's excellent. I'm going to go try and see why Katie was acting so weird last night." His face gave off a real concerned look. "She was seeing, hearing things." She sighed and shook her head. "Well, I got to go. Tootles!" She said, getting up and walking over to the wall. "Don't look."
He obediently closed his eyes, and he heard something click, and a blaze of noise entered his ears. The wall slammed shut, and all was silent. He pouted, cutesy, and rose to use the bathroom. He needed to actually use it now.
He slunk and sat down next to Lily five minutes later, who was lying on her back, gazing up at the sky, with thin wisps of clouds floated over heard. "I haven't figured it out," she said breezily, "but I see a pirate ship," she said, pointing a slender finger to trace it, trying to bring it out of the sky.
He lay down next to her and stared hard at the sky. A forbidden figure burst out of the sky, stared down at him, and disappeared a moment later. He breathed out, letting only himself hear it, "I see a green skull…"
Sirius and Katie were slinking through the halls, acting rowdy and completely stupid. It was the weekend after all. Sirius and her eyes widened at the exact same time, and they took off running toward the same thing. All the people in the hall had to throw themselves against the wall, for Sirius and Katie showed no signs of wanting to slow down. Katie jumped first and with an extremely happy squeal, zoomed out of sight down the banister of a freaking big staircase. Sirius jumped on the other side and leaned back, and he soon caught up with her, and they stared hard down at the ground before flying off the end of the banisters and crash-landing hard on the stone ground. Sirius was laughing hysterically and breathing heavily, lifting Katie carelessly to her feet, clutching her hand, and ran back up the stairs to do it again.
After the fifth time, Katie wasn't laughing anymore. Sulking rather. She stayed at the ground level. "Sirius!" She whined, stomping her foot as he fell to the ground again. "This is getting boring." He looked up and he smiled chaotically ran to her and lifted her by the waist, placing her over his shoulder.
"Close your eyes!" He whispered. She bit her lip in fear of what he was going to do, but closed them. He started running and leaping over things and people screamed insults and warnings at them, but Sirius laughed at them in their faces and ran all the faster. He finally came to a dead halt, and Katie was unceremoniously thrown forward, and she wobbled precariously on her feet, and he grabbed her waist with a large warm hand to steady her. She shook her head to get rid of the dizziness, and looked up at where they were standing, her cross-eyed eyes staring dazed at the door.
"What are we doing?" She slurred. She shook her head again.
"Close your eyes again!"
"But…but," she stuttered, and he put his other hand over her eyes.
"It'll be fun, I promise." He told, and she relaxed a little, becoming more conscious about her surroundings. He certainly sounded sincere, she hoped against hope he was.
Remus stared hard at his book but wasn't taking in anything it was saying. `Aragorn looked at them, and there was pity in his eyes rather than wrath;' he hoped that he would never have to tell Katie about his malady… `For these were young men from Rohan, from Westfold far away,' his dear sweet Somailia already knew. He didn't want to lose Katie, like all the friends he had told when he was young enough for him not to know what would happen… `Or husbandmen from Lossarnach and to them Mordor had been from childhood a name of evil,' just like werewolves… `And yet unreal, a legend that had no part in their simple life;' no life is ever simple if something can be wicked. `And now they walked like men in a hideous dream made true, and they understood not this war nor why fate should lead them to such a pass.'
He was still sitting in the small dark corner of the library three hours later, staring at the same page, the same paragraph. Somailia found him like this, and she smiled mirthlessly. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, grabbing her hand and whirling around, his fist clenched and two inches from her nose. Her eyes glittered with a desperate need for sleep. He had kept her up all night, talking, so she had the hint of bags and dark circles under her eyes. His fist loosened and he reached out his hand, letting his fingers caress her skin like she had done so much for him.
She shivered at it, and closed her eyes with a sigh. "They didn't figure it out yet." She told him, and he knew what she meant, and didn't care for now. With his other hand, which he removed from his grip on hers, and pulled out a chair beside him, and brought it close to his side and she immediately sat into it, as he removed his hand, her head landed gently on the table, where immediately she started to doze. He put his hand closest to her on her back and rubbed in calming circles. And finally, he read the next paragraph, and then the next page, and ten minutes later, he reached the sixth part of the trilogy.
"Oh, come on, Lily!" James begged, down on his knees in front of her, clutching her hands tight to his. She pointedly tried to ignore him, but was failing miserably. She was trying to use her hands as her combs, and her hair was still around her face in a crimson cloud, and she looked the Princess of Darkness.
"No, James! I won't!"
"Are you saying that you don't love me?" He asked, flabbergasted.
"That's too big of a price for me to pay for my freedom! No THANK YOU! I'm sure you must be a beast in bed really, but I don't want to give myself to someone yet."
He looked up at her oddly. "That wasn't what I was talking about," he said raising an eyebrow, "but okay."
"This is the one pair of clothing I have James, I am not going to make it even messier."
She grabbed her hands back from his, and ran them through her hair, trying to calm herself down. And very slowly, she was backing away from a groveling James. Did he dare to do it? He did. "But Lily, I love you!" Her eyes widened to saucers, and her eyebrows rose so high they disappeared in her hair.
"James… I…have to go!" And she whirled around, and stormed to the top of the tower, exploding into the velvet sky, and the stars frowned down at her. What she didn't know though, was that she left a whimpering, sobbing man in her wake.
"Okay, Sirius, you have been pulling me alone a path all day, and I've had my eyes closed. I have no idea where we are. Where are we?" Katie screamed at him.
"Wah la!" He said, uncovering her eyes and showing her the brilliance that was, well. Katie didn't exactly know what it was. She voiced her question to him, blinking at it with her head tilting to both sides, trying to see what way made better sense. "Katie," he whined out her voice, in a whimper, "can you not tell?"
"Hold on…" she said, straining her eyes to see. At once, it showed her what it was. "Oh my gods, Sirius! You brought me to an underground lake? That's flipping awesome!"
"It's not an underground lake, per se, it's a hot bath. Womb of the earth. Very relaxing, and I personally think you need it." But then he grinned at her and the water its steam coming out from its unknowable depths, beckoned to her. She grabbed his hand instead, and jumped in, dragging him along with her, uniforms and all.
The warmth of it instantly incased them, and she felt her skin prickle in delight. She shot out of the water and stripped off her robes, leaving a sopping, and she didn't know but transparent, uniform on. Her hair was clinging to her shoulders and face, just like Sirius' was, and they both pushed the others' hair out of the way, smiling in a sort of… well, something kind of way. "This is bloody awesome!" She told him in enchantment. "Where and how did you find it?"
"Gut feeling," she arched an eyebrow and he grinned, and said truthfully, "there's a spring that leads from here in the Forest I found a few years back, and I found this baby last October."
"It's bloody awesome," she repeated, and he nodded his head, kicking his feet slowly to keep himself afloat, and drifted over to her. Their feet didn't touch the bottom, and Katie suspected they never would. He wrapped an arm around her waist and swung her around it the water and the water flowed and ebbed out of their way. They laughed in delight the whole time.
Lily watched the stars as the glistened in the sky. She was confused. How did she feel about James? She didn't know. Did she hate him? When he was being a prick. And yes, Lily did know what prick means, thank you very much. If you don't know, then go use a dictionary. Did she like him? Yes, he was very good and sweet to her, since they had been stuck in this tower with him. Did she love him? She'd go back to that question later.
Did she lust after James? That would be a definite hell yeah. She would never admit to him that watching him made her burn, fire run through her veins, her hair raise on her arms, and her lips part with the want of his on hers. When ever his bare skin slid past hers, her senses sharpened to frightening heights. And well, she wasn't going to make the readers of this story back away in fright anymore… so we'll just stop there.
So, she hated him occasionally, liked him always, lusted after him evermore, and loved him? She still didn't know. She did adore him, she was a bit keen to him, and she felt the need to worship his body. So did that mean she loved him? Her friends told her that exactly how he felt about her. If he told her that he loved her, and he felt those ways about her, and the same about him, then yes. She loved him.
She would not do it thought. Would not do "It", yes it does deserve capitalization, even though her body yearned to feel the intensity of his skin on hers, give herself up. Yet.
…On second thought…
No. She wouldn't.
Okay, fine. Monday.
She first felt the breath on her neck and the gentle snore of the person afterwards. She smiled, and moved her head very slowly and softly. They were still in the back of the library, a secluded corner that the boy had been sure that no one would notice. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, and then stared at the darkness. A boy stared at her, his green eyes looking at her hard. "Watch him." She didn't blink, and neither did he. He looked familiar, but before she could place the face, he disappeared. She looked at her watch; it was 2:30 in the morning. Ah, the haunting hour. Then she cleared her throat, turned her head away from the boy in the chair next to her, and screamed.
"Ah!" The boy shouted out, but it was much louder and more of an exclamation then what my wording let on. He looked up at her with bleary eyes. "Somailia!" He bleated, "Don't do that!"
She sat down, her eyes staring still in the dark. Wow, no one heard. "There was someone here!" She told Remus, trying to huddle closer.
"Of course there wasn't," he chided, "you're seeing things."
"But there was!"
"It was probably Sirius."
She shook her head, still looking at where the boy had been. "No. It looked like James. But, he had, blazing, horrifying emerald eyes."
He made a noise in the back of his throat. "Lily's eyes,"
Sirius looked at her, as she soaked in the hot water, it steamed around her. "Won't that make your hair frizz?"
Katie chortled deeply in her throat and looked at him. "I have naturally straight hair. But," she sighed out, "my skin will go prune-ish."
He grinned wolfishly at her and paddled closer. "Yum," She slapped him on the arm.
"Sirius, you are very gross."
"Thank you."
"No problem." Katie stuck her tongue out at him, and hauled herself out of the steamy water, lying herself flat back on the stone. "Do you have any idea where we are? Approximately anyway?" He shook his head, and she sighed, before sitting up and ringing out her hair.
"I have a feeling that I walked far enough to travel under the English borders, and I have a feeling that there's an underground lake under Gringotts, but I never could tell whenever I whizzed past in the trolley things. But, I think that this hot bath is somehow connected to there."
"How long were you walking? I remember falling asleep on my feet at one point, because when I woke up, the air and surroundings were cooler, and before they were scalding hot."
He got out of the bath and shook like a dog, spraying Katie with the water she was just ringing out. She pulled a face, but didn't do anything else about it. "Yeah, you did. I had to carry you for an hour. And by my watch, we left at three-yesterday afternoon. Its now," he looked at his watch, "five in the morning." Then he sat down next to her, looking at the bath, "and that would mean we've been soaking for the last four hours or so." Then he said, honestly, "I took a nap for eight hours, lugging you is hard." She ignored the good nature insult. "So it's only a two hour trip."
"That was hard math, Sirius, how'd you do it?" She said and then went back on topic. "Wow, time really does fly." Then she smirked. "Just like pigs."
"Don't make fun of Jamie's features! It's not his fault that his nose is upturned and he snorts and plays in the mud!" She rolled her eyes at him good naturally. He ignored the insult she gave him.
"I've never not liked James' looks. Don't you remember? I had liked him since I was two and he was three. And I liked him up until the middle of… oh, let's say… October. My new target has been you. At least I snared you." She tilted back her head and looked around. "Are we in a cave?"
"Yup,"
He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and fell into the bed they had shared for the past few weeks. He had been crying for more than ten hours now. It was around five in the morning, and she had left at around seven. Okay, so he slept during that time. Forgive him. But, she still wasn't back. How in the world could she still be staring at the stars and sorting her feelings out for ten hours? Good gracious, women are confusing.
All that men wanted, he knew, was food, some alcohol, the thrill of the chase, and some warmth of a lady's flesh to cling onto. And maybe something to watch and scream at, like a Quidditch match or something, football, rugby. Music, definitely. Dear God all he wanted her to do was lean against a wall for a little. It isn't that hard now, is it?
But, that list proves that men are very simple. Right?
What about women? No, he can't say that list. He doesn't know anything about women. He just knows they like chocolate.
That's about it…
"Remus there really was someone there!"
"Okay! I believe you! That's only the nineteenth time you've told me in the past, three hours. So, you've been good about it. Go Somailia. So, boy that looked exactly likes James with Lily's eyes? Must be their son." And then he looked at Somailia with a sly grin, while she fidgeted uncomfortably, looking around the halls with wide, peering eyes. "They should have done it all ready. It's only a matter of time."
"I don't think they've done it yet… I heard them screaming on the tower before I got down there." And then they ran straight into someone. Somailia stifled a scream in Remus' side, where she fell, and Remus fell onto the other boy, who looked flat and nervous. He looked at the boy's face.
"Peter, my boy! Where have you been?" Remus asked, as Somailia jumped off him. He grabbed Peter's sweaty hand, took a deep breath, and hauled the fat boy up to his feet, bringing himself up as well.
"I've been…uh… been, well you see… around." He finally answered after muttering incomplete sentences and taking leering glances at Somailia when Remus wasn't watching him. She glared at him and moved closer to Remus each time, and after the tenth time he did it, she was practically attached to Remus' hip, and he had his arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders.
"Well, I haven't seen you." Remus told him, biting his lip and looking around the darkened hall awkwardly. Somailia was shivering next to him, hugging herself. Peter was drooling, trying to make it not look like he was gawking at her each time Remus turned around, but it was rather painfully obvious.
"I've been, you know, here and there." Remus raised an eyebrow at him, and pulled Somailia even tighter to his side, which she was very grateful for, but for Peter he looked like a dog that just lost his only meal for a month.
Finally, after twenty more minutes of a more awkward standing and shifting, Somailia finally yelled at Peter, "Stop leering at me, you freak!"
He straightened himself and wiped his lower lip, and the slime disappeared from it, onto his hand that he hid behind his back. He said, confidently, and Remus wondered where he got that from for he's never been self-confident, "I don't know what you're talking about." He then wiggled his eyebrows at her, and seemed quite oblivious to the fact that the reason that Somailia and Remus were standing so close was because they were going out. "But," he sighed mock gentlemanly, "if you're having fantasies about me, then I should just indulge them for you, shan't I?" She punched him in the jaw, and his head tilted back in pain. Then she then shoved her palm upward and she felt the bone crunch and blood spurt over her hand as she felt the bone move toward his brain. Apparently she didn't hit him hard enough to kill him, but she did have the strength to do it. What would the other Marauder's say if she killed him?
They wouldn't have been happy with her, but right now, Remus was smiling big and she was dancing in glee. She looked at her bloody hand and leaned down to wipe it on Peter's robes where he had fallen, took Remus' hand in her clean one, and then ran away from the scene. "Before you asked me where I learned that, that was from Katie. She hits lots of people, if you can't tell."
Katie was now completely dry now, thanks to Sirius not trying to push her in the pool again, but he had been in there most of the while she had not been in there. And… that didn't make sense. He had been in the pool while she was drying out. "Thank you Sirius, for taking me here. I feel way better and more relaxed then I have since… well, since forever."
"Anything for you, my love." He told her, calmly doing the backstroke.
She turned her head so she could look at him, for when she was talking to him before it looked like she had been saying it to the ceiling. "Sirius, I hate to say it, because I know you'll take it as the pun, but you've been far too serious lately. It's almost scared me; you're usually never like this. I know, I know, bringing me here was very random of you, and sliding down the banisters three times was the most fun I have had in forever. But last night, when you told me you loved me, it almost didn't seem like you. You sounded like, dare I say it, James and how he talks about Lily."
"I have been acting odd lately, I know. But, I think that I've usually never spent this much time away from James, so I think his usual fun and rowdy nature made mine more fun then what it would have been on my own. Ack, I can't believe I just said I wasn't fun." She smiled, and he quickly changed the subject, in a way, anyway. "Think they've done it yet?"
She shrugged. "If you mean what I think you mean, than no, they haven't. But if you think they discovered the way out, than I still think no, they haven't."
He swam toward her, lifted himself out of the pool, and dropped himself, keeping some weight on his hands, on top of her. She squealed at the sudden wetness of his clothing seeping into hers, but it was more of a squeal of delight rather than surprise. Just before he kissed her, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You squeal too much."
Just as his lips were about to entrance hers with his essence, she grabbed his head forcing him to open his eyes, and told him, "You're the only thing I squeal over." Before he blushed, if he does ever really blush; she kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Hello again Lily." James said, looking at her from the blankets, lying spread eagle on the bed. "Come to make me cry?"
She snorted and said, "You can cry?"
He tried to look her deep in the eyes so she could see the insult, hurt, pain and sadness she caused in him. But she was determined not to make eye contact. "I cried after you went up to the tower. And I cried all the while you were gone. It seemed that even the truth in my statement scared you too much to say,"
"I do love you, James." He did the thing that no man that he knew of anyway, had ever done. James Potter fainted.
Five hours later, he started waking up to her velvety soft voice, whispering his name continuously in his ear. "Ungh…" he moaned, trailing off his voice in a very low whisper. But she heard him, for she kissed his lips very softly, so softly he barley noticed she did, only did he realize when he felt her breath blowing on his face.
"Did I scare you that much?" She murmured against his cheek.
"The truth?" He managed to ask, croaking it out. "Very much so, thanks for asking."
"I didn't mean to, but you scared me like that when you told me. I'm surprised that I didn't faint." And then she pulled back onto her knees, for she had been leaning over him before he woke up. She smiled at him, "But I really do love you, and I know you love me too."
"Do uh, you uh," He said, stuttering a little and squinted. "Where are my glasses?"
"The table next to you." She told him promptly. But then she grinned, very wide.
He picked them up quickly and backed away from her and into the solid wall. He grunted in surprise as the wall gave behind him and swung open, and he tumbled out. He got up and coughed, pretending that didn't happen and walked out of the room, looking around for something. That something was the painting. Godric looked at him with a happy expression. "You're out then?" He asked, kindly, and James looked at him bewildered.
"Uh, yeah. What's the password to get into here?"
Godric laughed, nice and deep. "You didn't need a password, my dear boy." James had a feeling that Godric and Dumbledore were related only Godric was sane. "The boys who brought you and Miss Evans said two different passwords. One, the first, locked it, and that was the boy who brought Miss Evans in. The second one unlocked it, and that boy brought you in. You could have gotten out all along."
For the second time that day, James Potter fainted.
"'Lo, Godric. We haven't talked in a while." Lily said as she walked normally out of the tower room, coolly composed.
"No, Miss Evans. But you had enough company."
She shrugged and said, "Guess so. Can I and James, just… go?"
Godric smiled, and told her, "You can go and go to your dormitories."
"Thank you, Godric."
"We should probably leave now, Sirius." Katie said, trying to get up from under him.
"Why?" He said, trailing open mouthed, warm and wet kisses all down her neck. She sighed in ecstasy and lay back down.
"It's Sunday morning." She said, and he purred in his neck. "That's hot."
"I know." He finally removed his lips from her neck, for now. "So, are you saying that we should go?"
"No." She said, not realizing she just changed her own mind. Okay, so he helped it along. He grinned, and kissed her neck, before moving and kissing her lips again.
As soon as Lily had James in a bed, she fell into the bed next to him. She was amazed that no one had been in the hall or common room while she was lugging him. She dropped off then rather quickly to dreamland, she broke her own promise.
Remus and Somailia were back in the Gryffindor common room, because she begged and pleaded to be with him until Sirius and Katie would show up. They had almost been gone a day, and she had no idea where to start looking. So, he went up to take off the blankets of his bed, for he had a feeling they were the cleanest out of the other two beds in the dorm.
Well, as soon as he tore the blankets off his bed, he bit his lip to keep from screaming out. Lily and James were asleep in his bed.
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I know this took freaking forever, but I get distracted easily. I know that isn't much of an excuse, but I want to say I am truly very, very sorry. If it happens again, well, you can just yell at me or something and I'll grovel at your feet. I know this chapter was completely random, but I kept in as much as I possibly could, as you could tell. So, it's not much, but hey, I tried. Uh, the part where Remus was thinking and not reading, that came from the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, old hardback edition, page 162.
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