Sirius Black groaned loudly as James Potter shook him.
“Shhh,” James hissed, “You’ll wake up Moony.”
“Why are you waking me up?”
“There’s something we need to do.”
“Moony’s already awake,” Remus muttered from the next bed. “What are you two doing? You have to write your exam in six hours. Don’t you think you should get some sleep?”
James plopped down on his bed and patted him on the back. “Sleep is for the boring, mate. Are you coming or what, Padfoot?”
“Where are we going?” Sirius muttered, groggily.
“To help a friend,” James told him, mysteriously.
Sirius groaned, again, but his head emerged from under the blankets. He could never say no to one of James’ crazy ideas. That’s why they were such good friends.
“Want to come, Moony?” James asked.
“No, I would like to pass my exam tomorrow, therefore I am remaining in bed,” Remus muttered.
“Your loss, mate,” James muttered as he and Sirius left the dorm room.
Sirius followed James down the stairs and was astonished when his friend collapsed on a chair in front to the common room fireplace.
“You drug me out of bed to sit in the common room?” he complained.
“No, I drug you out of bed so Wormtail couldn’t hear our conversation,” James told him, in a much more serious tone. “We know that he is going to fail his exam tomorrow. He’s just not getting the material. He needs our help. So I swiped this from Snape’s bag. I heard him bragging about it to my brother.” Sirius held up a small flask.
“What is it?”
“Felix Felicis,” James told him. “Snape told Reg that he brewed it for Lucius Malfoy. It had something to do with Malfoy’s love life and your crazy cousin.”
“All of my cousins are crazy. Not that I don’t condone stealing from Snape, but what’s the point? How is that going to help Wormtail?”
“Felix Felicis, it’s liquid luck. If we give this to Wormtail tomorrow morning, he is sure to do well on his exam. It’s his only hope.”
“Wait, I remember Slughorn talking about that stuff. He said it was illegal to use it before exams. Wormtail could get expelled.”
“Only if we get caught. We just have to slip this into his morning pumpkin juice and no one will be the wiser. It’s his only hope. We can’t let him fail. He’s one of us.”
Sirius nodded. “I’m in.”
With that they went back to bed, feeling rather proud of themselves. After all, they would be helping a friend in need and they knew Peter would do the same for them.