Heyy! Ok so this is my first story ever, so please don't expect J.K. Rowling level stuff. I was just doodle writing in Social Studies and I started this story! Anyways, I put some time into it and here it is! I just finished the 3rd Harry Potter book, and I've been in a craze ever since. To put it in simple words. I. LOVE. SIRIUS. BLACK! There you go.
Enjoy!
My eyes darted from side to side, as if trying to force every detail of the room into them. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and spun around to meet it. I found myself staring into a pair of dead, scared eyes.
"James…" I breathed. He merely nodded his head, but that was all I needed. I felt a sigh escape my lips as I looked over his face.
Damn.
It's my fault. From the moment I told Peter and James the "silly little prank" I pulled, I knew I went too far. I don't think I've ever seen Potter move that fast, excluding when he's mounted on a broom. He had dashed out of this very room only minuets ago. Why? To save Snape.
Freaking Snape.
"Sirius…" James began. But I stopped him.
"I know, I know Prongs. I was stupid, I shouldn't have done it. God! I might have even got ole Remus into deep shit if this went threw…" I paused to look at my feet, "But it's over now, Snape, the little bastard, is safe and Remus's secret is still kept closed-"
"No." Startled by the sudden interruption, I starred at the brown haired boy in front of me. Slowly, I opened my mouth, and with even slower motions it spoke these words:
"What do you mean…no?" James looked terrible. I wondered if Lily would still call him her boyfriend after witnessing this site. But still…his eyes were afraid, huge with worry. His mouth drawn to a fine line, much like Professor McGonagall's when I gave her a litter box for Christmas. The hair on his head that refused to ever be tamed was now lying limp and flat against his scalp, shining with the sweat of running. His chest heaved up and down, as if a great pressure had been forced upon it. The most distinctive feature that had changed in my friend though, was his pale skin, almost as white as Lucius's. Almost.
"Well," James began to speak, "By the time I got to the Wompinig Willow Snape had already passed threw our secret tunnel. I ran after him but only came in contact when he was starring face to face with Remus. I changed into the Stag and chased Moony off, but I'm afraid Snape saw everything…"
"So this means…"
"Yah, we had a very good chance of being found out."
"A very good chance!" I roared, "More like a certainty! This is SNAPE we're talking about; he would KILL for something to get us in trouble! And this my friend, is exactly what he's been waiting for." Potter only nodded, our fates in such a plain view, no words were needed.
"What do you think they'll do to us, Padfoot? You know, once they find out we became illegal Animagus?..." His voice trailing at the end.
How do you answer that? How can you say news this dreadful to a man already shaking with fear?
You don't.
"Where is he?" I asked, begging for anything to change the subject.
"His room I suppose, or on the way to tell Dumbledore. When we walked back neither of us said a word, and he went straight to the Slytherin tower once we entered the castle."
This was not good news.
Silence fell for a few moments, then all of a sudden a frantic tapping noise sounded from the door. I rushed over, leaving James behind me to sink in our conversation.
I cracked the door a bit, just enough to make sure Snape's news hadn't traveled faster then I thought and a swarm of students were waiting for the full details.
But it wasn't that.
No, far from it. I slowly swung the door fully open. In the center of it stood a very rattled boy.
Remus.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. So well all stood there, starring at the ground.