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A 'Happy' Return
“And, finally, our new Head Girl and Boy is Lily Evans and James Potter!” Professor Dumbledore announced to the Hogwarts Students. Several people laughed, and there were one or two wolf-whistles at this announcement. James standing on the table and doing a great bow – persuaded by his fellow Marauders – didn’t help me. Lily – the girl who hated (but not completely…. ARGH STOP IT!!!) James – and James – the boy who ‘loved’ Lily – had to share a Common Room together...
I Look ‘Cute’ When Angry
You Love Me...
“You snogged me back,” James grinned, scratching his head. And, to my horror, he started singing. “You love me… you want to hug me… you want to kiss me… you want to hold me… you want to snog me… you want to fu-” “POTTER!” I yelled warningly. James scowled.
Doomsday arrived. Hogsmeade trip. Why was I doing this again? Oh yeah – to hex James. Is it worth even THAT? I mean, this school won’t SHUT IT! Even McGonagall asked me about it. MCGONAGALL!
“Can’t you see we’re busy?” James said, taking the cookie off Sirius and throwing it backwards into the fire. “BOB!” yelled Sirius, scrambling in front of the fire. “No!” he yelled dramatically as Bob the cookie burned into tiny crumbs. “You… you… Bob-killer!” Sirius yelled, pointing an accusing finger at James. “I’ll become a Sirius-killer if you don’t get out!” James said threateningly. I watched in amusement as Sirius scrambled to his feet. “Are they not called Serial Killers?” Sirius asked. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.
Room Of Requirement
In the centre of the room there was a large Golden Snitch resting on its two wings, about ten feet high. Under it was a bar of drinks, a glass worktop resting on the wing tips and two stools, shaped like Golden Snitches. The far sides of the room were symmetrical; each side had a fire and a sofa in front of it. I looked at James, expecting to see him gazing at awe at the room. He was gazing in awe, but it was at me, not the room. I smiled at him...
When I got there, James was sitting on the floor, resting against the wall, wearing a thin, black jumper and jeans. He scrambled to his feet when he saw me arrive, his mouth wide open...
End Of Perfect Bliss
Just when life was perfect, this happens. He’s lying. They’re alive. They have to be. He’s lying...
Someone’s coming up the path… Sirius?... no… no … oh no… Merlin no… no, no, no, no God, please no God please no… its…
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