Prongs {Book One}

Chapter Fourteen - Revelations

SEV.

I had been lying on my bed for twenty minutes after Lily left for the party before I got frustrated with myself and decided to go too.

Hogsmeade was warm that evening, but I ran anyway. I wasn't sure why. I glanced at my reflection in the window of the Three Broomsticks and tried to flatten my messy hair before entering the pub.

It didn't take me long to find Lily. Her red hair wasn't hard to miss.

Then I noticed who she was talking to.

Potter.

My mouth dropped. They were having what looked like a perfectly normal conversation - drinking butterbeer together. Then Lily looked over somewhere and scowled. I followed her gaze to see Mark snogging Jillian. Lily's hand clenched on her butterbeer and she slammed it down on the table, before getting up.

James yelled something to her before she walked away, but it was indistinguishable over the babble of the party.

"Hey, Lily! Lily, wait!"

"James, just leave me alo-" she spun around. "Sev?"

"Hey."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking out for you. Come on," I tugged her arm. She didn't move. She was staring through the window to the inside of the party.

"He is such a prick," she muttered. I didn't know if she was talking about Mark or Potter. "He was talking to me and now five seconds later..."

I looked where she was looking. Potter was clearly flirting with Sierra. As we watched, they got up, and headed to a back room, leaving their butterbeers on the table.

"Like we didn't know that already. Come on, let's do back to the castle."

"Yeah. You were right, Sev. The party was atrocious."

We started to walk. "Yeah, well."

"I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."

"It's okay," I muttered. She stared straight into my eyes for a few more seconds. I stared at her eyes. Her beautiful, grass green, almond shaped eyes that sparkled in the darkness.

A loud crash shattered the moment. Someone drunk had fallen into the dustbins.

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JAMES.

"Sirius, be quiet, mate," I hissed, sliding him off my broomstick (he'd been too tipsy to fly by himself) and supporting his weight to the castle.

"Shhh," Sirius said, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Right. Shh." I walked as quietly as was possible with a drunk Sirius leaning on me to the space below my bedroom window and picked up a stone before chucking it at the window.

With great difficulty, I managed to get Sirius up through the window while Remus and Peter used what little body strength they had to pull him through. I nimbly climbed up and through after him.

Sirius was snoring within five minutes.

"Thank god you're back. Your parents were getting suspicious," Remus muttered, "come on, we need to go to sleep now. It's 2.30 am." Suddenly realising how tired I was, I flopped down on my bed and almost immediately fell asleep.

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I woke in the morning to a loud exclamation of, "Merlin's buttock!" Yelled by, I saw when I put on my glasses, a very hungover and grumpy Sirius who had just stubbed his toe on Peter's trunk.

"Huh?" Peter jolted awake, sitting straight upright. Sirius moaned and rubbed his temples. Remus didn't stir.

"Whasthetime?" Sirius slurred, practically toppling over back onto his bed.

"Seven," Peter groaned.

I let out a tired grunt echoed by moans from Sirius and a waking Remus.

"Padfoot, you idiot," I muttered, "Why'd you have to get up?"

"Water," Sirius mumbled, then, digging his fingers into his temples, "I'm never drinking again."

"Good. Now sleep," Remus said groggily. But none of us could. After an hour of fruitless restlessness, I gave up.

"I'm going to practice Quidditch," I announced to the room in general. Sirius gave a tired nod.

The small orchard was quiet without the other three. Not that I didn't enjoy practicing with them - I did - it was just more relaxing by myself. I swooped around the clearing a couple of times, feeling the wind in my hair, then bewitched a small stone to flit around like the snitch, let it go for thirty seconds, then chased it.

It took me only four minutes to find it - hovering under a large tree's branches. I snatched it out of the air and then charmed apples to fly at me for reflexes. I either caught or dodged every single one of them.

When my watch marked 09.30, I landed and headed back up to my house. Putting my Silver Arrow in the shed, I strolled inside the warm cottage, the smell of bacon lifting my senses.

"Morning," my mum called.

"Morning. Smells like bacon?" I called helpfully.

"You guessed it."

"Thanks!" I grinned. Nothing like starting off a day with Quidditch and bacon. I headed upstairs to find Sirius and Peter asleep, and Remus reading.

"Breakfast," I called. Remus glanced up and put his book mark in. Peter woke. Sirius didn't.

"Hey, Padfoot," I shook him gently. He snored loudly. "Padfoot! There's food downstairs!" Peter tried. Nothing.

"Aguamenti!" A jet of water poured from Remus' wand onto Sirius' face. He woke, spluttering. We had long since learned that if we performed magic outside school, it didn't matter as long as we were in a wizard dwelling. My parents' house was full of wizards, and therefore easy to do magic in without detection.

"Wha was tha for?" Sirius mumbled.

"Breakfast. Try not to fall over in front of my parents," I grinned.

"I'll do my best."

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