Prank- Chapter One- Summer
Sirius sat on his bed, staring blankly into space. Suddenly, a twinkle appeared in his eyes, meaning only one thing; mischief. He looked through his drawers until he came across a roll of parchment. Grinning he pulled it out, grabbed an eagle quill from a nearby shelf and began to write:
Dear, dear James,
This is Lily Evans. I just wanted to say that after a lot of thought,
I have decided that you are the man for me and I love you. Meet me at
my house tomorrow at midnight. I already know that you know the
address so I won't bother telling you.
Sirius smirked here, remembering James pouring over every wizarding reference, trying to find out Lily's address.
I want you James Potter. ~Lily
Sirius grinned and ran downstairs, clutching the note, to find the family owl, Hades. He tied the letter to the owl's feet, brought him to the window, and sent him out with a flurry of feathers. He couldn't wait for school to start.
He spent the rest of the day working on the Marauder's newest invention after 24- hour dungbombs, the Marauder's Map. He was just finishing programming it to insult Snivellius upon discovery when his door burst open. "Sirius! Where's Hades?" his mother demanded.
"I sent him with a letter to a friend," Sirius replied slowly.
"Not another of you filthy mudblood friends! Hades is only to be used for important messages," she said icily, her eyes hard. She left the room mutter about how she wouldn't be able to get that portrait of her done.
Sirius stared after her, glaring. One day... He slowly turned back to his work.
The next few days passed and he, like every other year, got the annual Hogwarts supply letter. Because his mother (even if he'd wanted her) wouldn't transport him to Diagon Alley, he managed to get a ride with the Knight Bus.
He bought all of the required supplies and books, along with newly required dress robes "for Hogwarts' first annual Halloween Dance". He rode back home, starting to feel sick, and weighed down by all of his new supplies and the thought that he hadn't seen the other Maurauders during his trip.
Sirius sat on his bed, staring blankly into space. Suddenly, a twinkle appeared in his eyes, meaning only one thing; mischief. He looked through his drawers until he came across a roll of parchment. Grinning he pulled it out, grabbed an eagle quill from a nearby shelf and began to write:
Dear, dear James,
This is Lily Evans. I just wanted to say that after a lot of thought,
I have decided that you are the man for me and I love you. Meet me at
my house tomorrow at midnight. I already know that you know the
address so I won't bother telling you.
Sirius smirked here, remembering James pouring over every wizarding reference, trying to find out Lily's address.
I want you James Potter. ~Lily
Sirius grinned and ran downstairs, clutching the note, to find the family owl, Hades. He tied the letter to the owl's feet, brought him to the window, and sent him out with a flurry of feathers. He couldn't wait for school to start.
He spent the rest of the day working on the Marauder's newest invention after 24- hour dungbombs, the Marauder's Map. He was just finishing programming it to insult Snivellius upon discovery when his door burst open. "Sirius! Where's Hades?" his mother demanded.
"I sent him with a letter to a friend," Sirius replied slowly.
"Not another of you filthy mudblood friends! Hades is only to be used for important messages," she said icily, her eyes hard. She left the room mutter about how she wouldn't be able to get that portrait of her done.
Sirius stared after her, glaring. One day... He slowly turned back to his work.
The next few days passed and he, like every other year, got the annual Hogwarts supply letter. Because his mother (even if he'd wanted her) wouldn't transport him to Diagon Alley, he managed to get a ride with the Knight Bus.
He bought all of the required supplies and books, along with newly required dress robes "for Hogwarts' first annual Halloween Dance". He rode back home, starting to feel sick, and weighed down by all of his new supplies and the thought that he hadn't seen the other Maurauders during his trip.