Another point of view

Chapter 9

So this chapter is in Sirius' POV and i know it's a bit confusing, but every time he talks about James, remember that it's actually Remus, and vise versa. Oh and the last part of this chapter is from James' POV 

Sirius POV

Familiar voices of someone struggling with his blanket woke Sirius up in the middle of the night, and he sat slowly in his bed. He was used to wake up like that, and no matter how it had disturbed his sleeping, he'd never complained. Remus usually had nightmares, especially at that time of the month, in the few days before the full moon.

At those nights, when he'd woken up by his friend's cries, Sirius was the one to get to Remus' bed, wake him gently and comfort him until he fell asleep again. He didn't know how it had affected James and Peter, but they'd never said anything, which made him assume they'd never woken up.

So, that night, when Sirius heard those familiar voices he got up and went quietly towards Remus' bed, trying not to wake anyone else. But already half way there he noticed something was different. The voices didn't come from Remus' bed, but from James'.

Sirius stopped and stared at the squeaking bed for a few seconds, but then decided; when a friend is in need, then a friend is in need. He turned around and approached James' bed.

When he got there he saw his friend struggling with his blanket, mumbling things Sirius did not understand. Sirius sighed and sat next to the sleeping boy, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"James..." he whispered, "wake up."

James didn't answer and just turned to the other side, his back to Sirius.

"Prongs!" whispered Sirius into James' ear. "Prongs, wake up!"

The other boy jumped and made Sirius to jump with him with fright. His brown eyes opened widely and stared at Sirius in fear he'd never seen in them before. For a few moments no one said a word, Sirius looked at James and James looked at Sirius while breathing heavily.

"Take this," whispered Sirius at last, when the silence became unbearable, and passed James his glasses. James who still seemed confused nodded and put them on his nose.

After casting silencing charm around the bed Sirius turned back to James, looking at him with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?"

James nodded again and fixed the blanket around him in a convenient way, "just a dream." He said quietly.

"A dream?" Sirius asked with a doubt, "seemed more like a nightmare."

James blushed and lowered his gaze to his legs. Even though Sirius had seen James blush before (only in the last couple of weeks, when he thought about it) it was still odd and uncharacteristic.

But Sirius chose to ignore it and not to mention it, at least not now when James seemed so vulnerable.

"Since when do you have nightmares? It's usually Moony who wakes me up in the middle of the night because of them." he tried to make it sound like a joke, but James' gaze was lowered even more in embarrassment so Sirius hurried to add, "Never mind. So what was it about?"

James mumbled something and when Sirius repeated his question he said in a clearer voice, "I don't want to talk about it."

"You sure?" James nodded once in his head. This behavior was so not James. Since when had he woken up from a nightmare? Since when had he kept things from Sirius? But nothing could be compared to that kiss by the lake a couple of weeks ago. Something weird had been going on with James, and Sirius planned to find out what it was.

They sat in silence for another couple of minutes, and just when Sirius was about to get back to his bed, James started talking.

"Listen, Padfoot, I'm not... I'm not coming tomorrow."