24 HOURS
Summary: Every minute for 24 hours from many different points of view.
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot. The idea of 24 hours from the series 24 hours. (no shit huh)
Chapter 1: First 5 minutes or so.
"I'm positive I can do it. No problem. Just give me 24 hours."
"You're on."
And so it began.
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A very angry James Potter brushed his newly-charmed blue hair out of his eyes.
"Damn Sirius. Damn Sirius," could be heard spouting bitterly from his mouth as he raced towards the Whomping Willow as fast as his legs could carry him. However, it was quite a distance away from the castle, and it took him about five minutes to get there, and that was quite a feat in itself. All the way there, his mind was racing with thoughts of an expelled Sirius with no home and a very disappointed Remus. With each terrifying thought, he sped up until he felt as if he ran any faster he would be flying .The last thing on his mind was the date he had just rushed out of, leaving a very hurt Stephanie Taylor in his wake.
His designer dress robe was torn jaggedly at the hem, and it was not on purpose, to look good in the "grunge" age. He had a few specially tailored robes for that. This was supposed to be his best midnight blue ones, he grumbled, straight from Bewitched and Beyond's men's section, these were high street ones, he thought, pushing out thoughts of what was happening at that very moment. He knew it was strange and insensitive to be thinking of the state of his robes, but he found himself refusing to believe what Sirius had just told him via their secret way of communication.
He screeched to a halt on seeing the silhouette of the very violent tree in the distance, and looked around him hurriedly, still cursing Sirius under his breath. If only Sirius had consulted him first! That would have saved so much trouble! He could have screamed right there, but that would not do.
A stick..he just needed a stick..or something which vaguely resembled one so that he could transfigure it into something long. He looked up at the full moon, and a sense of dread surrounded him as a scream of pain was heard from somewhere beyond the tree...
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"He left me right there! Right after talking to Sirius in that mirror thing they have! He didn't' even explain where he was going! I bet you Lily was involved..." Stephanie dissolved into tears at the last bit, sniffling pitifully in the corner of the Gryffindor common room.
Her good friends sat there helplessly, one of them had been victim to being dumped by James and she recognized the same despair in the eyes of her friend.
"Maybe it was just a Marauder emergency Steph. He will probably be back pursuing you tomorrow morning. I doubt Lily would intervene on your date. I mean, she is very nice. You have to admit that." Rachel consoled Steph, while gently patting her arm, but it was to no avail. Stephanie continued sobbing hysterically, and Lucinda just bit her lip before giving her a hug.
"I bet..I bet.." Steph managed to sputter between sobs, and every word was laced with anger. Quite unusual coming from the usually very gentle and meek Stephanie.
"I bet Lily just broke up with Dung and wants him to comfort her. That bitch has him at her beck and call. It's just so UNFAIR." She hissed out Lily's name like it was poison to her lips, and her two best friends flinched. Lily Evans was in front of the fireplace arguing with Peter Pettigrew, a boy in their year, what if she had heard? Lily was definitely very popular among the student population.
Much as they were jealous of James's affection for Lily, they found her a pleasant girl, and personally, quite liked and admired her. However, this was not the time to reason with Stephanie, this was the time to diss James and Lily and everything to do with them.
"Yes. The bitch." Lucinda tried to say spitefully, but it came out sounding half-hearted.
Truth be told, she did not feel very sorry for Stephanie. Just a few days ago, Stephanie had bet that she could get James to say that he loved her in 24 hours flat, as he had already told her that she was "different from other girls". Lucinda had just rolled her eyes and took her up on the bet, just for shits and giggles. After all, Stephanie's ego needed a bit of deflation. She figured that Stephanie was all set to do it that night, but their date had been interrupted, too bad, she thought.
Lucinda tried once again to say "Yes, the bitch." And put on a better show this time, convincing Stephanie. Rachel just did what a good girl friend would do, and left to find a few tubs of ice cream from the kitchen, passing by Peter who was beginning to shout at Lily. I wonder what they are arguing about..she thought, but as she was not a nosy person by nature, she merely shrugged and walked quickly to the kitchens.
"Remember, he didn't dump you. At least that didn't happen.." Lucinda tried again, while giving Stephanie another supportive hug, and Stephanie just sobbed in reply.
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"What's his bloody problem?" Sirius swore, as he ran behind James. Personally, he would not give a bloody botts bean if Snape was mauled alive, but apparently James had another attack of conscience. Snape probably would not have even followed the threat, he was probably cowardly snoozing in his bed while they were out here trying to go save him. Sirius shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes, he just couldn't understand James.
I thought that he would be amused, even grateful for me taking care of Snape, Sirius thought angrily, feeling his Black blood boil. After all, he had told James that he would have that greasy piece of owl's shit begging for their mercy without having to use any Zonko's supplies. Just give him 24 hours and it would be all be done.
James had agreed to the bet. Now, he was off trying to act the hero. Blame it on the Potter gene, he deduced. However, something in the way James had hollered, "TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING" and bolted out of the date with Stephanie scared Sirius, although he would never admit it. Blame it on the Black gene, he figured.
His thoughts were all flashbacks as he hurried after James, though only half-heartedly. He did want to be there to see the action after all, and to make sure James did not get hurt. James always tended to get injured in his heroic escapades, the wanker, he thought, but lengthened his stride nonetheless.
He had just received a letter from his parents informing him of the impending disownment if he did not immediately join the Dark Lord and redeem himself. Convert and be saved, had been the way his parents had signed off, before the letter had burst into bright violet flames.
The letter had bothered him endlessly, as he did love his parents. Somewhere in his heart he remembered how everything had been alright until he had visited his Uncle. Part of him ached that his own uncle had turned him against his family, and made him an outcast. If anything, Sirius hated not being accepted, maybe that was why he always tried to be "cool" in school. The other half of him was grateful that his eyes had been opened to the injustice, and that he had not followed his parents down the path of evil.
Sometimes late at night, when all his friends were fast asleep, he would miss how his mother would hug him and tell him that he was the smartest wizard they could ever hope for. But these pangs came less and less, as his hatred for the Dark Arts grew.
After reading the letter and watching it turn into a pile of ashes, his resolve weakened slightly. After visiting his uncle, he had always been very against the Dark Arts, and very committed to stopping anyone involved in it. However, that letter had hit a weak spot, his mother had called him her little star. Something which she had never called him for approximately 10 years. He could still remember when they had been stargazing on the roof of the mansion, and she pointed out the star of Sirius.
FLASHBACK
"Sirius, you are my only joy in life at times. Your father is constantly away doing, "she had halted there, Sirius remembered, and he now understood that she had been pausing to think of a suitable phrase to replace "murdering people". After all, Sirius was only four at that time.
"Doing what Mama?" A cheerful Sirius had inquired, bouncing about excitedly, he loved spending time with his mother. She always made him seem like the universe to her, and if anything, Sirius fed off attention.
"Business. With a very important man." Was the reply, and the four-year- old Sirius had accepted that without a doubt in his mind that his mother was not telling him the truth.
END FLASHBACK
Snape had noticed Sirius looking rather depressed and had approached him from the behind, throwing a few curses at him, knowing that Sirius would not realise until it was too late.
"Furnunculas! Petrificus Totalus!"
As a result, Sirius was totally petrified in the middle of the hall, with boils growing on his neck, while his bright blue eyes glared viciously at Snape. Attacking from behind was a very typical Dark Wizard approach, and immediately all of his doubt that he was doing the right thing by refusing to join Voldemort's ranks was dissolved.
"Resorting to attacking from behind, Snape? I'm actually amazed I didn't detect the sudden grease increase in the air," chuckled Sirius, ever so calm in the face of humiliation.
Severus ignored Sirius's taunt, and replied in his calm, smooth voice, the voice of someone who knew that he was winning.
"At least I'm not the one who is looking quite the fool now Black. Or should I say, Liddle Star?" The last bit was cooed in a mocking tone, which reminded Sirius of his cousin, Bellatrix Black.
That struck a nerve. Sirius's infamous temper had been released, and he began yelling profanities at a very pleased looking Snape. However, that did not last very long, as Remus, the prefect on hall duty that day, hurried to the scene of commotion. Already, quite a few people had gathered to watch the show and enjoy the action. There were a couple of Slytherins who were sniggering at Sirius's predicament, but most of them were trying to undo the curses done on Sirius. However, owing to the fact that they were all first or second years on their way to Care of Magical Creatures, they were not much help.
"Finite Incantatum!" Remus yelled above the noise of the crowd, and Sirius found himself in charge of his limbs once again, but the boils on his neck were getting larger and swelling up and turning a mysterious and disturbing shade of blue.
"20 points from Slytherin!" Remus declared, "Break it up! Nothing else to see here folks!"
"You all right Sirius?" Remus asked, stifling his laughter as he observed the boils growing larger. Sirius just growled. He pushed past Remus and strode towards a very smug looking Snape.
"Boiling over with rage Black?" He snickered, raising an eyebrow at the fuming Sirius.
Ignoring his comment, Sirius whispered a few words into Snape's ear, but Snape merely laughed and scoffed.
"As if I would listen to a muggle-lover."
Sirius had to clench his fists in restraint as he knew Remus was standing behind him, arms folded, waiting to take him to Madame Silastra.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME
Sirius was now about 5 paces from James, and he was about to reach out and give him a nudge to catch his attention, but a scream from somewhere beyond the Whomping Willow made his blood run cold. ________________________________________________________________________
"I'm telling you, something's wrong!" A very worried Peter stood in front of a very impatient Lily Evans, his hands sweating, and blonde hair dripping with gel.
Lily grimaced at the disgusting sight he portrayed, wondering why Lorraine, her dorm mate, found him attractive. She had even bet with Lily that she could win over Peter in 24 hours. Lily had accepted, with an amused look on her face.
"What is it?" She snapped, and immediately felt guilty upon seeing a look of hurt flicker across Peter's face.
"I mean, is it important?" She asked, a bit more kindly this time, and was rewarded by an explanation. For the past few minutes, Peter had been standing there stuttering about James. Honestly, she thought, she knew that Peter was positively in love with James, but at least he should be able to form coherent sentences.
"James is in danger! He's going to the Whomping Willow to save Snape! It's too long to explain but you HAVE to go tell Dumbledore!"
"This had better not be a prank, Pettigrew."
"I Marauder Swear it isn't! It's a long story which I can't explain right now! But you just have to go to Dumbledore! Please Lily, you're the prefect of Gryffindor, it's your responsibility!" His voice had risen, and a Gryffindor girl on her way out of the common room paused to look at them inquisitively. However, she only paused for a split second, before shrugging her shoulders and walking through the portrait.
"It's not my responsibility to look out for your two idiotic friends!" Lily snarled back, her voice dropping two tones to a low growl.
"FINE! Then I'LL go. I just figured that you as the PREFECT would want to help out! But I guess I was mistaken!" Peter roared back, losing his temper. He now understood why Sirius thought Lily was so infuriating. Always thinking that she was superior, but when it came to a real crisis, she was too cowardly to act.
Peter stormed off in anger, leaving a very insulted Lily behind, standing in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace.
Peter started off walking, but as he glimpsed the full moon appearing from behind the clouds, broke off into a run, passing the same girl he saw leave the common room.
Peter was quite fit and healthy from following his friends around on midnight escapades, so he was at Dumbledore's office in about 3 minutes, which was quite fast, considering it was at the other end of the castle.
"Peter! Wait up!" It was Lily Evans, panting behind him as she ran to catch up.
"About time," Peter muttered under his breath, and they both stood at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.
"What's the password?" Inquired Peter with more hostility in his voice than he had wished, but Lily took no notice.
"Gummy worms," she said loud and clear, and the gargoyle shifted, revealing a flight of revolving stone steps which led them up to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore was rather surprised to say the least, at seeing this unlikely pair at his door at this time of night, but he motioned for them to come forward. Lily was very nervous, and was worried that he would reprimand her for not handling the situation well enough, or bothering him at this time of night.
"We're very sorry to disturb you, Professor, but Peter said that something imp.." Lily started, but was cut off by Peter.
"JAMES AND SIRIUS HAVE GONE TO THE WHOMPING WILLOW TO GO AFTER SNAPE SIR!"
Dumbledore's face turned pale, and Lily sensed that something was seriously wrong. However, before she could ask what on earth was happening, a piercing scream cut through the silence of the night. ________________________________________________________________________
There it is! Sorry if it was really confusing. NOW. REVIEW! Yay!
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot. The idea of 24 hours from the series 24 hours. (no shit huh)
Chapter 1: First 5 minutes or so.
"I'm positive I can do it. No problem. Just give me 24 hours."
"You're on."
And so it began.
________________________________________________________________________
A very angry James Potter brushed his newly-charmed blue hair out of his eyes.
"Damn Sirius. Damn Sirius," could be heard spouting bitterly from his mouth as he raced towards the Whomping Willow as fast as his legs could carry him. However, it was quite a distance away from the castle, and it took him about five minutes to get there, and that was quite a feat in itself. All the way there, his mind was racing with thoughts of an expelled Sirius with no home and a very disappointed Remus. With each terrifying thought, he sped up until he felt as if he ran any faster he would be flying .The last thing on his mind was the date he had just rushed out of, leaving a very hurt Stephanie Taylor in his wake.
His designer dress robe was torn jaggedly at the hem, and it was not on purpose, to look good in the "grunge" age. He had a few specially tailored robes for that. This was supposed to be his best midnight blue ones, he grumbled, straight from Bewitched and Beyond's men's section, these were high street ones, he thought, pushing out thoughts of what was happening at that very moment. He knew it was strange and insensitive to be thinking of the state of his robes, but he found himself refusing to believe what Sirius had just told him via their secret way of communication.
He screeched to a halt on seeing the silhouette of the very violent tree in the distance, and looked around him hurriedly, still cursing Sirius under his breath. If only Sirius had consulted him first! That would have saved so much trouble! He could have screamed right there, but that would not do.
A stick..he just needed a stick..or something which vaguely resembled one so that he could transfigure it into something long. He looked up at the full moon, and a sense of dread surrounded him as a scream of pain was heard from somewhere beyond the tree...
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"He left me right there! Right after talking to Sirius in that mirror thing they have! He didn't' even explain where he was going! I bet you Lily was involved..." Stephanie dissolved into tears at the last bit, sniffling pitifully in the corner of the Gryffindor common room.
Her good friends sat there helplessly, one of them had been victim to being dumped by James and she recognized the same despair in the eyes of her friend.
"Maybe it was just a Marauder emergency Steph. He will probably be back pursuing you tomorrow morning. I doubt Lily would intervene on your date. I mean, she is very nice. You have to admit that." Rachel consoled Steph, while gently patting her arm, but it was to no avail. Stephanie continued sobbing hysterically, and Lucinda just bit her lip before giving her a hug.
"I bet..I bet.." Steph managed to sputter between sobs, and every word was laced with anger. Quite unusual coming from the usually very gentle and meek Stephanie.
"I bet Lily just broke up with Dung and wants him to comfort her. That bitch has him at her beck and call. It's just so UNFAIR." She hissed out Lily's name like it was poison to her lips, and her two best friends flinched. Lily Evans was in front of the fireplace arguing with Peter Pettigrew, a boy in their year, what if she had heard? Lily was definitely very popular among the student population.
Much as they were jealous of James's affection for Lily, they found her a pleasant girl, and personally, quite liked and admired her. However, this was not the time to reason with Stephanie, this was the time to diss James and Lily and everything to do with them.
"Yes. The bitch." Lucinda tried to say spitefully, but it came out sounding half-hearted.
Truth be told, she did not feel very sorry for Stephanie. Just a few days ago, Stephanie had bet that she could get James to say that he loved her in 24 hours flat, as he had already told her that she was "different from other girls". Lucinda had just rolled her eyes and took her up on the bet, just for shits and giggles. After all, Stephanie's ego needed a bit of deflation. She figured that Stephanie was all set to do it that night, but their date had been interrupted, too bad, she thought.
Lucinda tried once again to say "Yes, the bitch." And put on a better show this time, convincing Stephanie. Rachel just did what a good girl friend would do, and left to find a few tubs of ice cream from the kitchen, passing by Peter who was beginning to shout at Lily. I wonder what they are arguing about..she thought, but as she was not a nosy person by nature, she merely shrugged and walked quickly to the kitchens.
"Remember, he didn't dump you. At least that didn't happen.." Lucinda tried again, while giving Stephanie another supportive hug, and Stephanie just sobbed in reply.
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"What's his bloody problem?" Sirius swore, as he ran behind James. Personally, he would not give a bloody botts bean if Snape was mauled alive, but apparently James had another attack of conscience. Snape probably would not have even followed the threat, he was probably cowardly snoozing in his bed while they were out here trying to go save him. Sirius shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes, he just couldn't understand James.
I thought that he would be amused, even grateful for me taking care of Snape, Sirius thought angrily, feeling his Black blood boil. After all, he had told James that he would have that greasy piece of owl's shit begging for their mercy without having to use any Zonko's supplies. Just give him 24 hours and it would be all be done.
James had agreed to the bet. Now, he was off trying to act the hero. Blame it on the Potter gene, he deduced. However, something in the way James had hollered, "TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING" and bolted out of the date with Stephanie scared Sirius, although he would never admit it. Blame it on the Black gene, he figured.
His thoughts were all flashbacks as he hurried after James, though only half-heartedly. He did want to be there to see the action after all, and to make sure James did not get hurt. James always tended to get injured in his heroic escapades, the wanker, he thought, but lengthened his stride nonetheless.
He had just received a letter from his parents informing him of the impending disownment if he did not immediately join the Dark Lord and redeem himself. Convert and be saved, had been the way his parents had signed off, before the letter had burst into bright violet flames.
The letter had bothered him endlessly, as he did love his parents. Somewhere in his heart he remembered how everything had been alright until he had visited his Uncle. Part of him ached that his own uncle had turned him against his family, and made him an outcast. If anything, Sirius hated not being accepted, maybe that was why he always tried to be "cool" in school. The other half of him was grateful that his eyes had been opened to the injustice, and that he had not followed his parents down the path of evil.
Sometimes late at night, when all his friends were fast asleep, he would miss how his mother would hug him and tell him that he was the smartest wizard they could ever hope for. But these pangs came less and less, as his hatred for the Dark Arts grew.
After reading the letter and watching it turn into a pile of ashes, his resolve weakened slightly. After visiting his uncle, he had always been very against the Dark Arts, and very committed to stopping anyone involved in it. However, that letter had hit a weak spot, his mother had called him her little star. Something which she had never called him for approximately 10 years. He could still remember when they had been stargazing on the roof of the mansion, and she pointed out the star of Sirius.
FLASHBACK
"Sirius, you are my only joy in life at times. Your father is constantly away doing, "she had halted there, Sirius remembered, and he now understood that she had been pausing to think of a suitable phrase to replace "murdering people". After all, Sirius was only four at that time.
"Doing what Mama?" A cheerful Sirius had inquired, bouncing about excitedly, he loved spending time with his mother. She always made him seem like the universe to her, and if anything, Sirius fed off attention.
"Business. With a very important man." Was the reply, and the four-year- old Sirius had accepted that without a doubt in his mind that his mother was not telling him the truth.
END FLASHBACK
Snape had noticed Sirius looking rather depressed and had approached him from the behind, throwing a few curses at him, knowing that Sirius would not realise until it was too late.
"Furnunculas! Petrificus Totalus!"
As a result, Sirius was totally petrified in the middle of the hall, with boils growing on his neck, while his bright blue eyes glared viciously at Snape. Attacking from behind was a very typical Dark Wizard approach, and immediately all of his doubt that he was doing the right thing by refusing to join Voldemort's ranks was dissolved.
"Resorting to attacking from behind, Snape? I'm actually amazed I didn't detect the sudden grease increase in the air," chuckled Sirius, ever so calm in the face of humiliation.
Severus ignored Sirius's taunt, and replied in his calm, smooth voice, the voice of someone who knew that he was winning.
"At least I'm not the one who is looking quite the fool now Black. Or should I say, Liddle Star?" The last bit was cooed in a mocking tone, which reminded Sirius of his cousin, Bellatrix Black.
That struck a nerve. Sirius's infamous temper had been released, and he began yelling profanities at a very pleased looking Snape. However, that did not last very long, as Remus, the prefect on hall duty that day, hurried to the scene of commotion. Already, quite a few people had gathered to watch the show and enjoy the action. There were a couple of Slytherins who were sniggering at Sirius's predicament, but most of them were trying to undo the curses done on Sirius. However, owing to the fact that they were all first or second years on their way to Care of Magical Creatures, they were not much help.
"Finite Incantatum!" Remus yelled above the noise of the crowd, and Sirius found himself in charge of his limbs once again, but the boils on his neck were getting larger and swelling up and turning a mysterious and disturbing shade of blue.
"20 points from Slytherin!" Remus declared, "Break it up! Nothing else to see here folks!"
"You all right Sirius?" Remus asked, stifling his laughter as he observed the boils growing larger. Sirius just growled. He pushed past Remus and strode towards a very smug looking Snape.
"Boiling over with rage Black?" He snickered, raising an eyebrow at the fuming Sirius.
Ignoring his comment, Sirius whispered a few words into Snape's ear, but Snape merely laughed and scoffed.
"As if I would listen to a muggle-lover."
Sirius had to clench his fists in restraint as he knew Remus was standing behind him, arms folded, waiting to take him to Madame Silastra.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME
Sirius was now about 5 paces from James, and he was about to reach out and give him a nudge to catch his attention, but a scream from somewhere beyond the Whomping Willow made his blood run cold. ________________________________________________________________________
"I'm telling you, something's wrong!" A very worried Peter stood in front of a very impatient Lily Evans, his hands sweating, and blonde hair dripping with gel.
Lily grimaced at the disgusting sight he portrayed, wondering why Lorraine, her dorm mate, found him attractive. She had even bet with Lily that she could win over Peter in 24 hours. Lily had accepted, with an amused look on her face.
"What is it?" She snapped, and immediately felt guilty upon seeing a look of hurt flicker across Peter's face.
"I mean, is it important?" She asked, a bit more kindly this time, and was rewarded by an explanation. For the past few minutes, Peter had been standing there stuttering about James. Honestly, she thought, she knew that Peter was positively in love with James, but at least he should be able to form coherent sentences.
"James is in danger! He's going to the Whomping Willow to save Snape! It's too long to explain but you HAVE to go tell Dumbledore!"
"This had better not be a prank, Pettigrew."
"I Marauder Swear it isn't! It's a long story which I can't explain right now! But you just have to go to Dumbledore! Please Lily, you're the prefect of Gryffindor, it's your responsibility!" His voice had risen, and a Gryffindor girl on her way out of the common room paused to look at them inquisitively. However, she only paused for a split second, before shrugging her shoulders and walking through the portrait.
"It's not my responsibility to look out for your two idiotic friends!" Lily snarled back, her voice dropping two tones to a low growl.
"FINE! Then I'LL go. I just figured that you as the PREFECT would want to help out! But I guess I was mistaken!" Peter roared back, losing his temper. He now understood why Sirius thought Lily was so infuriating. Always thinking that she was superior, but when it came to a real crisis, she was too cowardly to act.
Peter stormed off in anger, leaving a very insulted Lily behind, standing in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace.
Peter started off walking, but as he glimpsed the full moon appearing from behind the clouds, broke off into a run, passing the same girl he saw leave the common room.
Peter was quite fit and healthy from following his friends around on midnight escapades, so he was at Dumbledore's office in about 3 minutes, which was quite fast, considering it was at the other end of the castle.
"Peter! Wait up!" It was Lily Evans, panting behind him as she ran to catch up.
"About time," Peter muttered under his breath, and they both stood at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.
"What's the password?" Inquired Peter with more hostility in his voice than he had wished, but Lily took no notice.
"Gummy worms," she said loud and clear, and the gargoyle shifted, revealing a flight of revolving stone steps which led them up to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore was rather surprised to say the least, at seeing this unlikely pair at his door at this time of night, but he motioned for them to come forward. Lily was very nervous, and was worried that he would reprimand her for not handling the situation well enough, or bothering him at this time of night.
"We're very sorry to disturb you, Professor, but Peter said that something imp.." Lily started, but was cut off by Peter.
"JAMES AND SIRIUS HAVE GONE TO THE WHOMPING WILLOW TO GO AFTER SNAPE SIR!"
Dumbledore's face turned pale, and Lily sensed that something was seriously wrong. However, before she could ask what on earth was happening, a piercing scream cut through the silence of the night. ________________________________________________________________________
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