A/N:I'm writing this story for my friend Bryan who came up with the idea, so don't worry. It won't end up never being finished. He'd kill me ! (:
nothing belongs to me yadda yadda. WE ALL KNOW THAT. Kthanks.
The halls of Hogwarts were quiet as anxious students sat in their seats. All they needed was to get through a single class before the day would be over and winter break would begin. In a certain Transfiguration classroom, four boys who were involuntarily moved to the front of the room were, by far, the most anxious of all. On one side Peter Pettigrew, a quiet, little, pudge of a boy was seated next to Remus Lupin, a thin, studious, blonde haired boy. The next row over sat boys with tossled hair, an undone tie, and rolled up sleeves; none other than Sirius Black. Beside him a boastful, precisely dressed James Potter. The anticipation for dismissal between them was almost palpable. They, however, weren't excited for the same reason all of the other students were excited. On one of their many adventures during the dark hours of the night they came across a new treasure. A book. This was no ordinary book, however. Once written in, the text disappears, and a response is written mysteriously. They only had time to write a few things and receive only a few answers. The four were saving all of their questions for break when they had a great deal of time on their hands.
"Oi, James!" Remus whispered over to his friend, five minutes, mate!"
"I know, Remus. Believe me; I'm just as anxious as you are."
"Anxious? Anxious for what?" a confused Peter threw in.
"Really, wormtail? Haven't you been paying attention? THE BOOK. That's what." Sirius chimed in while holding the black leather book up in his hand.
"HMM! HMM!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. She was a beautiful woman veiled with a rigid reputation. Her long ebony hair always pinned at the top of her head in a tight bun. Glasses placed precisely on the rim of her nose. Her robes were loose, not showing off an inch of her curvaceous, beautiful body. Her personality was warm, caring, as a teacher should be. However, she would not tolerate any insubordination from her students. Especially while she was in the middle of teaching a lesson. "Mr. Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew; I will not permit you to talk while I am speaking. Whatever you so desperately think you need to talk about, I suggest you postpone it until class ends. Mr. Black, " she made her was gracefully over to where Sirius and James were sitting, "I'll take that."
Remus, Peter, and James all had a look of disbelief on their faces. Their fun for the holidays was just about to be ripped away from them!
Sirius wasn't going to hand it over without a bit of negotiation, she knew this.
"I apologize, Professor. I assure you it won't happen again. Please. I need this book." Sirius shmoozed.
"You should have thought of that before you and your friends decided to interrupt the last of my lesson." her hand was now out, waiting for the book to be placed in it. The room erupted with 'oooooh's' from other classmates as Sirius was instructed to hand over the book. He knew he couldn't afford any more detentions if he wanted any chance of having a life. He also knew James would be furious if he got points taken away from Gryffindor. He reluctantly gave up the treasure.
"Thank you, Mr. Black. Ah, look at the time. Have a Happy Christmas, everyone. Class dismissed."
The four boys made their way to the train, all melancholic.
"I can't believe McGonagall has the book." James stated, dismally.
"Tell me about it, mate. I was ready to have some questions answered."
"Oh please, Remus. The only things you were going to ask the book were questions about snogging."
"SHUT UP, Sirius. You were probably going to ask it to draw out pictures of naked women."
"How'd you know?" he so dryly replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"What if she writes in it?" Peter asked, worried.
"Nah, I don't think she'd open it. I mean, she can't be bothered with that type of stuff, I suppose. She's too uptight."
"You're right, James. McG won't touch it."
"If you say so. I'm off, then. Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas." they all replied. Once peter left, the three parted ways and vowed that as soon as term resumed they would get the book back and use it as often as possible.
Meanwhile, Minerva McGonagall sat at her elaborate desk at the head of her classroom. She loved the holidays; the silence. As much as she adored her students, a woman can only take so much. The silence was her favorite part. She was never one to want children on her own, teaching them was quite enough. She most likely couldn't handle the constancy of a child. Always there, always in need. No, that was not for her. The black, leather bound book she confiscated from Mr. Black was sitting blankly in front of her. Instinct told her it was wrong to open a student's notebook, but curiosity made her want to know why they thought it was so interesting.