James' point of view:

"James! James! JAMES!"'

I awoke to some violent shaking and began swatting the air in front of me, signaling to whoever was shaking me to leave me be.

I couldn't help the fact that I was tired. I mean yes, I was up really late last night planning a prank on Snivellius with Y/N and the guys but-

"JAMES WAKE UP WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"

I opened my eyes gradually and saw Sirius standing in front of me. "James, mate, we gotta go."

"Yeah, I heard you the first 7 times," I said groggily, getting up out of bed.

"Well, you weren't moving and kept trying to attack my face!" He defended.

I rolled my eyes and quickly grabbed my robes. McGonagall will have my head if I don't hurry up.

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"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, you are late," McGonagall said sternly.

"Sorry Professor." We muttered, sitting down.

I sat down next to Y/N and asked her what we were doing today.

"We're doing transfiguration James, what did you think?" She snorted.

"What kind of transfiguration? You knew what I meant." I rolled my eyes, quietly laughing.

"We're transforming rats into teacups. Peter has a pet rat at home so he's transfiguring a ferret into one instead. Professor McGonagall assured him that all the animals would be put back to normal, but Peter said he wouldn't do it."

"Freckles, you conveniently left out the fact that you practically had a tantrum when you asked Professor McGonagall whether they would be turned back," Remus added.

Y/N's face went completely red.

"Well if they weren't Remus, it would have been like we were murdering them. And I definitely don't want that on my conscience." She retaliated.

She was too kind for her own good. From when I had first met her on the train to now, she had changed quite a bit. She was less shy and more extroverted and louder. Which sounds like a bad thing, but believe me when I say it isn't. Whenever we prank someone she joins in, but always sends a letter to apologize to them if it's bad. Like whenever we prank the first years she sends them an apology. i think it's kinda sweet. And she's kinda pretty too, like that thing she does when she scrunched up her nose in frustration or when her eyebrows crinkle together when she's confused or-

"Mr. Potter, are you paying attention?" McGonagall snapped.

"Yes ma'am."

"Well do you want to tell me the answer to my question?"

Out of the corner of my eye, Y/N began to scribble furiously.

"Sure. Umm.."

Y/N quickly shoved a small piece of her parchment onto my desk. Quickly enough that McGonagall didn't notice.

'It teaches the art of changing the form and appearance of an object or a person.'

It read in Y/N's neat handwriting. Even when she's writing exceptionally fast, her handwriting is still neater than mine when I'm writing for ages.

"The answer, Professor McGonagall is that; It teaches the art of changing the form and appearance of an object or a person."

McGonagall gave me a stern look, not believing that I had been listening.

"Very good Mr. Potter." She said, in a very monotone voice.  She nodded slightly, still staring at me coldly before returning to the board. 

"Thanks, Freckles, I owe you one," I whispered to her.

"Don't sweat it. And stop calling me Freckles!" She whispered-shouted back.

I chuckled and grinned back at her.

We went on, trying to transfigure our rats into teacups. My rat wouldn't stay still long enough for me to do anything and kept trying to bite me.

Sirius wasn't having much luck either. He had managed to transfigure his but it was an extremely hairy teacup, with a worm-like tail as its handle.

"Freckles! I can't get it to work! Why'd you have to get the nice rat?" I exclaimed.

Y/N's rat was falling asleep as she patted it, she seemed to know just how to get it to do as she said.

"Jamie, I didn't get 'the good rat' I'm just kinder to the animals. Your's keeps trying to bite you because your yelling at it! The poor things terrified! '" She said, slowly picking up my rat, which had moved right over to her hand.

Traitor.

She laid the rat down next to her and began petting it, as it began to fall asleep.

That's right. The same rat that had just been trying to start a war between its teeth and my fingers was laying down as she patted it. It was almost purring.

"Oh no, not the 'Animal Whisperer' thing again," Remus muttered, laughing.

"The 'Animal Whisperer' thing? What's that?" Sirius asked.

"NO!" Y/N practically screamed.

"Miss Lupin if you do not lower your noise level I will be forced to take points away from Gryffindor," McGonagall said.

"Sorry Professor." She shrunk into her shoulders at the daggers McGonagall was throwing her way with her eyes. 

"Remus. Do. Not. Tell. Them." She said, much quieter this time, but still just as terrifyingly stern, 

Remus ignored her.

"So when Freckles here was younger she used to love animals," He nodded his head at Y/N trying not to laugh as he told the story. 

"Still do," She muttered.

"Right, well the animals always seemed to like and get along well with her, so..."

Y/N covered her ears and began to make 'La-La-La' noises.

"..she came up with a new superhero. 'The Animal Whisperer.' We all assumed it would blow over in like a week, but a month later she was going strong. She got our mum to make her a costume and everything. That "phase" lasted 3. Whole. Years. It went till she was 10. 10, that's one year before you met her. Only 1 year."

We burst into a howling fit of laughter and Y/N covered her red face with her hands.

"Shut up! I have plenty of embarrassing stories I could tell them Moo-" She cut herself off, her eyes widening. I wonder what the "Moo" story was. Probably something funny. I'll ask her another time.

I looked around to see how the others had gone with their transfiguration.

Remus' was perfect. The teacup looked better than McGonagall's. In my opinion anyways. I'm sure McGonagall would never agree.

Belle had transfigured her rat into a teacup and looked pretty much perfect. Not quite as good as Remus' but not bad, not anywhere near as bad as Peter's anyways. Poor Peter had it hardest with a ferret, and he was struggling. His teacup was a goblet since McGonagall said that would be easier according to the animal. His teacup looked a lot like Sirius'.

"Here's your rat Jamie.Give your transfiguration a whirl." She handed me the sleeping rat,smiling her signature smile.

I gulped.

"Here goes nothing."

I closed my eyes and whirled my wand.

I opened my eyes.

"Uhh.." Y/N said, her eyes wide.

My rat had become a teacup, yes, but the rat's head was poking out of the teacup, with a tail that was strewn around the handle.

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We made our way to the Great Hall, hungry as ever.

We sat down at the table, Y/N and Sirius on either side of me and Remus and Peter across from us.

The food appeared on the tables. I grabbed the first thing I saw, I think it's a meat pie? Who knows. Everything here always tastes amazing.

"The house-elves do a good job on the food, that's for sure," I said, taking another bite of my pie.

"House-elves?!" Y/N exclaimed dropping the piece of corn off her fork.

"Yeah. House-elves. They've worked here for ages. I thought you knew." Peter said.

"They get paid though, don't they?" She asked, looking horrified.

"Uhm. They like working here though Freckles, they enjoy it!" Sirius said, trying to comfort her.

"They're slaves! Why are you all still eating? We have to free them, or- or, something!" She was practically yelling now.

"It's fine, Y/N," Remus said.

She crossed her arms, frowning at Remus.

"Freckles, taking them away from here would be taking them away from their life's purpose! They would be sad if you tried to sav- take them away from it." I said, trying to be careful with my words.

She was so selfless, so empathetic. She never wanted to see anyone hurt, and I know that she isn't going to stop until she's helped the house-elves, but I know they don't want to be helped.

"James? You too! I thought you'd be on my side for this. You're all making them suffer. Merely to feed us! I won't stand for it. I won't." She got up and ran off towards the Common Room.

"We should go after her. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid," I said, getting up.

The others didn't make any movements. They were staying put.

"I'm hungry and besides, she'll get over it, just give her some time to cool off. I've got Kreacher back at home and I think he'd rather have his head served on a platter than give up working for my mother." Sirius said nonchalantly.

I turned my back to them and made my way to the common room.