A Best Freind (J.P/S.B)

This story is about the two mischevious marauders (James Potter and Sirius Black) and the diffrence between a good friend and a best friend.


Chapter 1

A Good Friend and A Best Freind

A good friend helps you up when you fall down...

James, Sirius, and Frank were walking to Potions class when all of a sudden –

"Merlin!" James tripped over a loose step in the stairs and promptly tumbled down the steps, cursing, "Ow..." with a painful crash, his body landed smack down to the bottom of the stairs. Sirius whistled, chortling right after.

"That's going to hurt in the morning."

James glared up at him, but nodding gratefully at Frank who extended a hand to help him up. When he was on his feet again, he dusted his robes, before continuing to give nasty looks towards Sirius – whom in return, seemed completely oblivious to it.

"See? Frank helped me up, unlike you – some best friend you are!" James whined. Sirius merely shrugged, and continued down another flight of stairs. James grumbled but followed. Frank trailed after them.

...A best friend laughs and trips you again. Or sits on you back and forces you to stay down.

They had almost crossed half of the stairs when Sirius abruptly stopped and put his leg in front of James's way. Swearing fluently to the high heavens, James's body lurched forward, and plummeted down. His face smashed into the floor, and he flipped over, before landing, butt high in the air. Sirius was in a fit of hysterics. The tip of his finger trembled from contained laughter. James detached his face from the floor and glowered at his so-called best friend.

"God, I swear!" James howled, losing it completely, "I will kill you, Padfoot!"


A good friend will comfort you when she rejects you...

"I'd rather eat dragon dung, Potter!" Lily snapped, sending a vicious glance towards James, before stalking away at the edge of the lake, furious. James sighed.

"Well, there goes her three-thousandth-five-hundredth-twenty-seventh 'no', Prongs," Sirius and Frank were sitting casually under the tree, looking somewhat bored, "Better luck next time." James sat down next to them, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal.

Finally, he deflated, "Who am I kidding guys? She's never going to say yes!"

"Don't worry James," Frank said reassuringly, "I bet she'll come along."

"Thanks, Frank." James stared at Lily's retreating back

...A best friend will go up and ask her, "It's because you're lesbian, isn't it?"

Sirius suddenly shot to his feet and called after Lily, "Hey, Evans!" She whirled around to see who it was, but ended up scowling.


"I know why you won't go out with Prongs!" He replied in a sing-song voice, "IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE LESBIAN ISN'T IT?"

"Oi! Padfoot! Are you mad? What the bloody hell are you doing?" James cried, looking somewhat horrified at the wand that was now clutched in Lily's hand. She was marching back at them, face red from rage, and smoke steaming out of her ears.

"I dare you to say that again!" She challenged, wand pointed threateningly.

"You're lesbian," Sirius grinned.

James's jaw dropped, "Crap! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW PADFOOT! Uh – please put the wand down, Evans –"


A good friend helps you find your princess...

Frank sat with James in the Common Room.

"Maybe Lily just isn't the one for you, mate," Frank encouraged, patting James's back but stopped since it was painful, (Lily can pack a good punch along with her hexes) "Maybe she just isn't the one you're looking for." James groaned, more from disappointment rather than pain.

"Frank, I know she is."

"You don't know that; I'll help you find a girl."

...A best friend kidnaps her and brings her to you.

"Oi, Prongs!" Sirius burst into the Common Room, carrying, what looked like, a sack of potatoes, "Look what I've got!" James gave him a blank look, knowing well that this man was the source of his distress.

"That's a sack of potatoes, Pads," James told him dryly, "I don't eat raw vegetable – and besides, I've already had dinner, you twit." Sirius grinned once more.

"Ah, smart one!" Sirius placed the sack carefully on the carpeted floor. It was struggling, "See? It's not your normal sack of 'taters, because that's not what's in it!" Curiosity having gotten the best of him, James bent over the side of the couch, to get a better view of the wiggling bag.

"What's in it?" James inquired, the previous matter temporarily put aside. Sirius untied the other end. Out came a bundle of red hair. James caught a glimpse of emerald. He gulped, "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

It was.

Lily pulled herself out of the sack, her face scarlet with rage. With an almighty roar, she pointed an accusing finger at the bespectacled boy, "YOU!" She shrieked, beside herself, "You ordered this to happen, didn't you? Didn't you? HOW DARE YOU!" She whipped out her wand.

"Uh, Evans," James tried to calm her down, "Relax... deep breath." He eyed the wand with fear, "Put that back in your pocket and we'll settle this reasonably –"


"Oh no, of course not!" He gave a nervous laugh, but regretted it afterwards. Lily flared her nostrils.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" Her eyes were mean little slits, "DAMN YOU, JAMES POTTER!"

A good friend will bail you out of detention...

"Detention Potter, for sleeping in class," Professor McGonogall said sternly, her eyes glinting with authority. Frank cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Uh, Professor," he called out sheepishly, "James hasn't had any sleep for a few days because of the wounds he got from a classmate."

... A best friend would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"

"Hah, yeah right!" Sirius snorted obnoxiously, "James sleeps like a hog – you should hear him snore."

"Black and Potter, detention for a week." She said dully, already used to it. She then strode on to the front of the class to discus something with the students. Sirius snickered.

"That was hilarious, let's do it again."

James just sighed.


A good friend gives you their umbrella in the rain...

"Damn the rain," James grumbled. He still had a few bandages on his body from Lily's attack, and he was just getting back from the Hospital Wing, "I'm already feeling like crap, and now I feel like wet crap."

Frank, who was waiting by a tree, ran up to him and handed him an umbrella, "Here." James thanked him, before taking it, sighing in relief when the raindrops no longer hit him.

...A best friend takes yours and says, "Run - beep - run!"

"I'll take that!" A voice that James knew all too well had said. Suddenly, the umbrella wasn't in James's hand any more. He blinked in confusion, but soon grew extremely irate when he saw Sirius smirking.

"Give it back to me, Pads!"

"Catch me, then!" He then ran away, roaring with laughter, James hot on his heels.


A good friend never asks for anything to eat or drink...

"Here James," Frank handed him some soup – turns out, James caught a cold – a horrible, horrible cold. All thanks to Sirius who stole his umbrella. James sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand before taking the bowl from Frank. He dug in his spoon, before taking a sip. He blinked.

"Did you make this?" James asked, in a state of awe. Frank nodded.

"Whoa! It's really good!"

...A best friend Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

"I know right?" Sirius had taken the bowl from James's hand and drunken it like it was a glass of butterbeer. He ignored the looks of disbelief James was giving him, before he casually handed it back to him, "Thanks for the meal, Frank." He then walked out of the dormitory, James furious.



A good friend borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back...

"Hey," Frank caught up James who was walking down the hall, "I made a bet with a bunch of my friends – we were going to have a race on our brooms," He paused, "I heard your broom was lucky, so can I – uh – borrow it for a few minutes?" James shook his head.

"Sorry Frank, Sirius borrowed it two months ago – now that I think about it... Where did that guy put it, anyway?" Right then, he spotted Sirius striding down the corridor, hands in pockets, humming a catchy tune. James called out, "Padfoot!"

...A best friend loses your junk and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

"What?" He saw James running towards him.

"Where's my broom?"

"What broom?"

"The own you borrowed two months ago! I need it back."

"Oh! That broom! That one! ...Sorry mate, I don't have it."


A good friend only knows a few things about you...

"Ick, I hate broccoli," James glared at the innocent piece of vegetable that did him no harm, "They taste like my arse – Padfoot, please don't ask how I know what my rear tastes like, okay?" He quickly added when Sirius opened his mouth – to make a witty retort, no doubt. Sirius shrugged and went back to his food.

"Huh, I thought for sure you liked vegetables," Frank said, "I mean...you eat lettuce and all."

"Nah, he hates them." Sirius said knowingly. He then sent a mischievous glance at James, and then leapt up on his chair.

...A best friend Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story.

"Sonorus. Hello people of Hogwarts! I have an announcement that I thought you would all like to hear!" Everyone turned to look. You could see the teachers in the staff table sighing, "My friend right here, James Potter the Quidditch star, only eats lettuce because it reminds him of Evan's eyes!"


"He also likes to talk about her every night!"



A good friend will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing...

"I dare you to say it again!" James threatened, challenging Snape to say that foul word again, "Never call her that, you hear?" Snape smirked.

"Oh? And what are you going to do?" He mocked.


"You and what army?" Too true, Snape had a group of Slytherins behind him, whereas, James, only had his wand. The crowd around them were too wimpy to help.

...A best friend will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

"Levicorupus!" Sirius was suddenly at James's side, throwing hexes expertly at the nasty Slytherins. He grinned at James, "What? You think you're alone in this?"


A good friend would knock on your door...

"James!" Frank knocked softly on the door, "You're going to be late – Remus told me to come up here and wake you up –"

...A best friend will walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

Sirius gently shoved Frank aside, and opened the door anyway, revealing a dishevelled James, only in his boxers. Sirius gave a low whistled, jokingly taking in the sight before him. James turned bright red; a bunch of people were behind him.

"Padfoot! Why are you so mean to me?" James dove behind the bed, trying his best to cover every part of body he could reach.

"Mean?" Sirius laughed, "I'm the nicest guy here! Who else would complement your oh-so-fabulous snitch boxers?"



A friend will help me find my way when I'm lost...

"Hey," James glanced around, "Where am I again? I lost track of where I was going after I passed the moving staircases." Frank examined the surroundings.

"Well, I bet we should go to the lef –"

...A best friend will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions

" – Right!" Sirius put in, grinning like a fool, "We go to the right, Prongs. Then the first door to the left."

"Oh, thanks." James nodded, heading to the said direction.

Pulling Frank back before he could warn the idiot, Sirius hid back the last corner, and waited patiently.

James was suddenly sprinting back in their direction, like a mad man, "PADFOOT! YOU LED ME INTO THE GIRLS BATHROOM!" He ducked as barrages of hexes were sent his way, "DOWN EVANS DOWN! HEEL, BOY HEEL!'"


A good friend is only through school...

Frank stood over Lily and James's grave tears swimming in his eyes. Sirius was beside to him, a blank expression on his face – jaw tight, eyes distant - not moving at all. Remus couldn't make it since he had work with the Order – it was only the two of them. They stood there for a few more minutes, until rain drops began to fall from the sky. Frank grabbed his umbrella, gave a stiff nod towards Sirius, before leaving.

...A best friend is for life.

Sirius was there for the whole day, staring at the name plate, wishing, more than anything, that he could hear James say his nickname again.


The End.


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