A/N: o_o;; I was thinking of how amusing it'd be if this happened.And a
note for Voldemort: 'I'M NOT PLASTERED, DAMNIT!" -_-!! Anyway, this only
took me half an hour, so ignore the miss-spelling 'n stuff.Oh yes, I
deleted this and uploaded for hope of getting all my DOTS back!
"I bet you Peter is next."
"Na, it's gotta be Remus. . . ."
Sirius and James sat crossed legged, floating in midair before a glass ball. Around them was total misty whiteness. Others were floating around aimlessly, doing whatever. Every once in a while you'd see a person screaming, 'I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD!' But, it was quite rarely this happened, for the angels got the crazed ones under control before they set foot before the gates.
"I still think its Peter." James replied.
Sirius rolled his eyes, resting his elbows on his knee and looking doubtfully at the ball. "Gots to be Remus, Prongs. The good guys always go down first!" He gave a pitiful look at James.
"But Peter is just asking for it! He practically has 'KILL ME' written on his forehead!" As James said this, he made wild hand gestures.
Sirius paused, pondering this over. "You have a point, but you know. . . Remus. . . Him being a werewolf-"
"JAAAMES POTTER!" A shrill voice met the two marauder's ears.
Sirius winced, James suddenly put on a innocent look.
Lilly Potter came storming over, (gliding really but, if she could, she'd storm.) face masked in annoyance. "You're BETTING on the DEATHS of your FRIENDS, aren't you!?!?"
"Well, ye-"
"No, never EVER we'd do such a thing." Sirius looked fakely shocked, holding a hand to his heart as if wounded.
"Don't give me that, Sirius Orion Black!" She growled, shaking a fist as she glided forward.
"Mind the halo, love!" Sirius cheerfully added.
James laughed a little too hard, uncrossing his crossed legs and floating to his 'beloved' wife. He patted her shoulder lightly. "Now, now . . .we were just fooling around."
"BUT BETTING ON THE DEATHS OF YOUR FRIIIENDS?!"
"Not BETTING, really. We've nothing to bet." Sirius sadly said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white clothes, pulling the lining of the them out.
"Whatever." Lily lightly hit herself on the forehead, sighing in frustration. "Besides, only the angel of death knows these things."
"Angel . . .of death . . .?" Sirius questioned, eyes glinting.
"I smell the change in the wind, Padfoot buddy!" James grinned madly, rubbing the palms of his hands together as Sirius did the same.
Lily's eye twitched animatedly. "Dear . . . god."
Near by an angel shrieked. "DO NOT USE THE NAME OF GOD IN VEIN!!!"
"Shaaame, Lily dear." Sirius shook his pointer finger.
"I'll show you shame . . . ."Lily said, inching (Well, floating..) closer to the two.
"RUN FOR IT, PADFOOT!" James shrieked, dashing (Floating!) as fast as his, well, whatever HIS, could take him. Padfoot followed in pursuit with a PMSing looking Lily following, her arms flailing.
The two marauders ran (floated.) as fast as they could, zooming in and out of heavenly traffic. The two were randomly cackling, given odd looks by head angels. Some of them wondered, as they listened to the evil cackling and such, if a few demons had broke in somehow. They floated some more.and then a bit more, until Lily lost them in a crowd of 'Jesus loves me' singing.people. Some even grabbed the woman and MADE her sing.
"We've lost 'er, mate." James called, both panting.
"Aye, aye!!" Why were they panting, we'll never know. Is it THAT tiring to float? "I say we visit this . . . angel of death. Where do you think he lives?" Sirius looked around, peering madly. "What a wonderful idea to be able to find out who dies. Do you think Volemort kills Harry?" Sirius asked this insensitively.
James twitched. "Padfoot, I don't think I WANT to KNOW that . . . Anyway," He cleared his throat. "Where do all dead people go?"
"To the bar!"
". . .Where do some of the dead people go?"
Sirius pondered.
"Don't strain yourself."
"Well . . .When I arrived I waited in a line with the other people and a dark figured person-"
"OFF TO FIND THE DARK FIGURED PERSON . . . THING!"
They floated all fast like to where the line stood outside the gates. There stood a dark figure, face consealed by his robes. His posture told them he seemed annoyed and he growled as new-comers inched (Glided!) all afraid looking toward him.
"Yo yo, wuz up homie G dwag!" The marauders called, one on the right side and one on the left of the dark one.
. . . . . . .
"What . . . .do . . . .YOU TWO. . . .want..?" Hissed the figure.
"That hiss . . .seems familiar." Sirius gazed at the figure up and down.
Figure twitched.
"Do we know you?" James asked, eyeing she/he/it.
Then the figure sighed, tugging off his hood. The two gasped! . . . . and then gasped some more! Both looked as if they were going to have a heart attack any moment. There stood the dark haired Snape, glaring that . . . Snape like glare.
"WHEN DID YOOOOU DIE!!??" Gasped Padfoot, having over the shocked faze, was doubling over, laughing. New-comers gave him frighten looks. Was this hell?
James was laughing so hard he couldn't even question Severus.
Severus closed his eyes and twitched again, face flushing red from rage. His hands were clenched and he waited for the two to shut their mouths.
10 minutes later, the two marauders stopped.
"So . . . How DID you die?" James asked, holding back the urge to laugh all over again.
"..."
Sirius smirked and opened his mouth to say something.
"I AM NOT CHICKEN, SIRIUS ORION BLACK! MORON! . . .It . . . was an accident."
"Did Harry accidently pour some deathly poison on ye?" James looked curious, not at all sarcastic.
". . . Rat poison."
All three twitched.
"Rat poison." Sirius repeated.
"Yes . . . rat poison.."
"How the bloody hell did you die of RAT poison!? Were you scuddling around the halls and got trapped in one of those glue thingies!?!"
Snape looked fit to kill. "I THOUGHT IT WAS AN INGREDIENT TO A POSION! So I put it in and drunk it. . . and. . ." (Do de do . . . Wonder what the potion was for! *Cough.* )
". . .You died." Both marauders finished.
"And here I thought Peter'd die kinda like that." Sirius piped cheerfully.
"Wanna know WHY they call me the Angel of DEATH!!!??" Snape screamed.
A/N: Yes, well..That was fun and it only took me half an hour! Woho, anyway. I hope this is amusing enough for you. Remember, it's for HUMOR so don't flame me about god 'n stuff..o_O;;! Btw . . . Ignore Ed. X);
"I bet you Peter is next."
"Na, it's gotta be Remus. . . ."
Sirius and James sat crossed legged, floating in midair before a glass ball. Around them was total misty whiteness. Others were floating around aimlessly, doing whatever. Every once in a while you'd see a person screaming, 'I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD!' But, it was quite rarely this happened, for the angels got the crazed ones under control before they set foot before the gates.
"I still think its Peter." James replied.
Sirius rolled his eyes, resting his elbows on his knee and looking doubtfully at the ball. "Gots to be Remus, Prongs. The good guys always go down first!" He gave a pitiful look at James.
"But Peter is just asking for it! He practically has 'KILL ME' written on his forehead!" As James said this, he made wild hand gestures.
Sirius paused, pondering this over. "You have a point, but you know. . . Remus. . . Him being a werewolf-"
"JAAAMES POTTER!" A shrill voice met the two marauder's ears.
Sirius winced, James suddenly put on a innocent look.
Lilly Potter came storming over, (gliding really but, if she could, she'd storm.) face masked in annoyance. "You're BETTING on the DEATHS of your FRIENDS, aren't you!?!?"
"Well, ye-"
"No, never EVER we'd do such a thing." Sirius looked fakely shocked, holding a hand to his heart as if wounded.
"Don't give me that, Sirius Orion Black!" She growled, shaking a fist as she glided forward.
"Mind the halo, love!" Sirius cheerfully added.
James laughed a little too hard, uncrossing his crossed legs and floating to his 'beloved' wife. He patted her shoulder lightly. "Now, now . . .we were just fooling around."
"BUT BETTING ON THE DEATHS OF YOUR FRIIIENDS?!"
"Not BETTING, really. We've nothing to bet." Sirius sadly said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white clothes, pulling the lining of the them out.
"Whatever." Lily lightly hit herself on the forehead, sighing in frustration. "Besides, only the angel of death knows these things."
"Angel . . .of death . . .?" Sirius questioned, eyes glinting.
"I smell the change in the wind, Padfoot buddy!" James grinned madly, rubbing the palms of his hands together as Sirius did the same.
Lily's eye twitched animatedly. "Dear . . . god."
Near by an angel shrieked. "DO NOT USE THE NAME OF GOD IN VEIN!!!"
"Shaaame, Lily dear." Sirius shook his pointer finger.
"I'll show you shame . . . ."Lily said, inching (Well, floating..) closer to the two.
"RUN FOR IT, PADFOOT!" James shrieked, dashing (Floating!) as fast as his, well, whatever HIS, could take him. Padfoot followed in pursuit with a PMSing looking Lily following, her arms flailing.
The two marauders ran (floated.) as fast as they could, zooming in and out of heavenly traffic. The two were randomly cackling, given odd looks by head angels. Some of them wondered, as they listened to the evil cackling and such, if a few demons had broke in somehow. They floated some more.and then a bit more, until Lily lost them in a crowd of 'Jesus loves me' singing.people. Some even grabbed the woman and MADE her sing.
"We've lost 'er, mate." James called, both panting.
"Aye, aye!!" Why were they panting, we'll never know. Is it THAT tiring to float? "I say we visit this . . . angel of death. Where do you think he lives?" Sirius looked around, peering madly. "What a wonderful idea to be able to find out who dies. Do you think Volemort kills Harry?" Sirius asked this insensitively.
James twitched. "Padfoot, I don't think I WANT to KNOW that . . . Anyway," He cleared his throat. "Where do all dead people go?"
"To the bar!"
". . .Where do some of the dead people go?"
Sirius pondered.
"Don't strain yourself."
"Well . . .When I arrived I waited in a line with the other people and a dark figured person-"
"OFF TO FIND THE DARK FIGURED PERSON . . . THING!"
They floated all fast like to where the line stood outside the gates. There stood a dark figure, face consealed by his robes. His posture told them he seemed annoyed and he growled as new-comers inched (Glided!) all afraid looking toward him.
"Yo yo, wuz up homie G dwag!" The marauders called, one on the right side and one on the left of the dark one.
. . . . . . .
"What . . . .do . . . .YOU TWO. . . .want..?" Hissed the figure.
"That hiss . . .seems familiar." Sirius gazed at the figure up and down.
Figure twitched.
"Do we know you?" James asked, eyeing she/he/it.
Then the figure sighed, tugging off his hood. The two gasped! . . . . and then gasped some more! Both looked as if they were going to have a heart attack any moment. There stood the dark haired Snape, glaring that . . . Snape like glare.
"WHEN DID YOOOOU DIE!!??" Gasped Padfoot, having over the shocked faze, was doubling over, laughing. New-comers gave him frighten looks. Was this hell?
James was laughing so hard he couldn't even question Severus.
Severus closed his eyes and twitched again, face flushing red from rage. His hands were clenched and he waited for the two to shut their mouths.
10 minutes later, the two marauders stopped.
"So . . . How DID you die?" James asked, holding back the urge to laugh all over again.
"..."
Sirius smirked and opened his mouth to say something.
"I AM NOT CHICKEN, SIRIUS ORION BLACK! MORON! . . .It . . . was an accident."
"Did Harry accidently pour some deathly poison on ye?" James looked curious, not at all sarcastic.
". . . Rat poison."
All three twitched.
"Rat poison." Sirius repeated.
"Yes . . . rat poison.."
"How the bloody hell did you die of RAT poison!? Were you scuddling around the halls and got trapped in one of those glue thingies!?!"
Snape looked fit to kill. "I THOUGHT IT WAS AN INGREDIENT TO A POSION! So I put it in and drunk it. . . and. . ." (Do de do . . . Wonder what the potion was for! *Cough.* )
". . .You died." Both marauders finished.
"And here I thought Peter'd die kinda like that." Sirius piped cheerfully.
"Wanna know WHY they call me the Angel of DEATH!!!??" Snape screamed.
A/N: Yes, well..That was fun and it only took me half an hour! Woho, anyway. I hope this is amusing enough for you. Remember, it's for HUMOR so don't flame me about god 'n stuff..o_O;;! Btw . . . Ignore Ed. X);