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As we know, James hates Lily, and Lily hates. . .
(Fizby: Now, not just hates, abhors!!!!! *Giggle* That's a fun word!!! XD
Princess: Shut UP, Fizby!
Fizby: :*( *Sniff*)
. . . James. As if you couldn't guess. Sirius said that "Lily and James started going out in our seventh year." Well, what about the fifth year, or the sixth? o.O;;; Well, Fizby and Princess did a little undercover work and we think we've got it figured out nicely. ; ) So sit back, relax, and watch the truth, oh, horrible truth unfold. (Why is it horrible? Well, then you can't guess about anything anymore. Geez! And I thought some people had some common sense too! -.-')
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"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" James shouted to the crowd.
Cheers and hollering could be heard, but as the fun was about to begin. . .
"MR. POTTER!" Professor McGonagall's brisk voice echoed across the crowd like a clarion call. "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???? SET HIM DOWN THIS INSTANT!"
James froze, cursing Lily under his breath. He should have known that that namby-pamby prefect would go and fetch a teacher. Go figure. He waved his wand and Snape fell flat on his face in the mud. He got up quickly, smoothed his robes, and set off toward the dungeons. But not without shooting James a quick, loathing look of warning.
Professor McGonagall stomped over to James and grabbed his ear. Pulling him sharply towards the castle. "Professor Dumbledore WILL hear about this, you mark my words, Potter!"
James looked around searchingly for help, but his friends, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Moony had disappeared into the crowd. Determined to not look as if they had had any part in the joke. His gaze eventually came across Lily. Lily was standing there, happy as can be, with her chin in the air and a look about her as if to say, "I told you so."
He glared at her and mouthed, "You'll be sorry, you little sniveling bitch!" If Lily had understood him, she gave no sign. But, maybe it was his imagination, he thought he had seen her regal position waver. That his words had found their mark, and it had pierced flesh and bone, straight into the heart.
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"Now, James, I am not quite sure if whether this is more of a problem between you and Severus, or you and Lily."
Upon hearing those words, James, who had not really been paying attention, perked up instantly. "What did you say, sir?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Please, James, I understand that it can be hard for a youth such as you to pay attention to your elders when they're droning on, but pay attention as best as you can."
James muttered a quick apology and Dumbledore smiled, only slightly though. "James, I will not repeat myself. However, I shall tell you this: I want to know whether this behavior was a result of a problem between you and Severus or you and Lily."
James stammered, his mouth opening and closing like that annoying door in your house that can't decide whether it wants to be open or not. He realized then what he was doing and said quietly, "I don't know sir. I don't see how this can have anything to do with Lily. I don't know her well at all. All I know is she's a goody-goody who, if I had my way, wouldn't live on the same planet. So, to answer your question, I think this is a problem with Severus." He nodded his head in finalization and paused, waiting for Dumbledore to respond. Seeing that Dumbledore was preoccupied in staring at him searchingly, he continued, though not quite as boldly.
"He just thinks he's better than everyone else. He needs to be taught a lesson. And since no one else is taking care of it, I am." James finished rebelliously.
Dumbledore waited a few moments, seeing if James would continue. Then he spoke, "Are you sure it is your place to judge him? For, how can we judge someone, when we know nothing about them?"
James started to interrupt, but Dumbledore beat him to it. "I must impress the seriousness of what you have done, James. A suitable punishment would probably be expulsion. However," he stated, seeing James's sharp intake of breath, "I think that detention for one month should be suitable. Your detentions will be spent with Professor Orez. You are dismissed now."
James thanked Dumbledore quietly, meanwhile thinking of how to dispose of the Headmaster's body. When he walked out of the door and down the stairs, he thought of his predicament with a grimace. Professor Orez was the Potions master at Hogwarts. And, well, "cantankerous" is an understatement.
F/N: (Fizby's note) If you don't know what cantankerous means, look it up in a dictionary. Cause if I told you straight off what it was, that'd be too convenient for you. XD
Imagining what horrid fate Orez would have waiting for him, James hardly noticed that he was in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked lazily.
"Uh.." He silently cursed himself for not remembering the password. As he stood there, thinking to himself, trying to concentrate on the password and ignoring the ramblings of the Fat Lady, he was almost not surprised to see that Sirius had snuck up on him.
"Hey Padfoot." He said with a grin.
Sius looked him over and asked, "So, how bad is it?" Turning, James stopped grining.
"I have a month's detention with Orez." Sirius grimiced.
"I feel sorry for you, Prongs. One whole month with that bastard." Sirius gave a fake cringe that brought out a hint of a smile from James. "It won't be so bad though, I mean, c'mon! He'll probably just have you write a 6- foot essay on the wrongs of what you did. Just right large and you can slip by it easy. Well, it worked for Mavarin anyway." He added as an afterthought.
James shook his head. "Mavarin's easy. She has a soft spot for troublemakers. Orez will probably make me use a quill that's enchanted to prevent that sort of cheating."
Sirius turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password. ("Yellow skrewts") As he and James walked inside, he asked thoughtfully, "Do they even make quills like that?"
James shrugged. "Probably not, but if they do, Orez is sure to have it." His remark earned a grin from Sirius.
As they walked farther into the common room, Peter found them. Sirius didn't exactly know why James and Remus actually agreed to have him hang around, but Sirius was not one to openly despise someone. . . Unless they and everyone else already knew it. And since they didn't, he kept his mouth shut, concealing his misgivings. Nevertheless, Sirius often tried to figure out what was going on in the watery-eyed Wormtail's head.
"Hey James! So good to see you!" He said while smiling broadly. "So, how mad did old Dumbledore get?"
James chuckled slightly and Sirius snorted. Peter was practically impossible to get down, even though he was probably the worst wizard in the school, skill-wise, James was hasty to add to himself. There were still those idiots, Lily and Severus. "Damn, do I hate them." He mumbled.
"What was that, Prongs?" Peter asked innocently.
"Nothing." James said hastily.
Sirius eyed him oddly, but he said quickly, "Come on, we better hurry up and go to the Transfigurations exam room."
Peter and James followed Sirius down the hallways toward the examination room. Remus was there, waiting for them. "So there you are! What took you so long?"
Sirius interrupted James before he even had a chance to speak. "Prongs took his sweet time in Dumbledore's office and getting back to the common room. Then we had to get Wormtail and now we're here. Good enough reason for you?" He eyed him cockily.
Remus frowned. "Fine! Let's just get our seats before we're late."
The four friends went inside the room and found seats. Only four desks, three together and one alone, remained in the room. Remus, Sirius, and Peter raced to grab the three desks together. James, who hadn't realized he lost a prime seat until he got to the back of the room, had to cross over to the opposite corner.
He sat down and took a look around the room. Most of the people were chattering together or trying to memorize things at the last minute. But when he looked to the seat on his right, he let a groan escape him. It was none other than Lily the Prefect, Lily the Good Student, Lily the Ass Kisser. That Lily.
She looked up from the extremely thick tome she was reading, Advanced Transfiguration For The Ambitious Student Who Will Be Going Somewhere In Life, to glance coolly at him. "Hello James," she said with a mocking smile. "Glad to see that you're here for the exam. Or," she added with a mockingly thoughtful tone "Are you just here to put on another show?"
James sneered at her, not bothering to hide his contempt in the least. "Shut up, Evans."
She gave a laugh, "What's the matter, am I hurting your poor, itty bitty ego?"
James would've had a few choicely words to say to Lily, but at that moment, Professor McGonagall walked in to administer the test. Jame's last conscious thought before going into a stupor where you just keep writing and writing until you can't write any more, and then still write some more, was, "Oh man, this is going to be Hell."
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Oooooooooh. How's it going to turn out? You're gonna have to read the next chapter when it comes up! ; )
Sorry that this is so short of a chapter! We promise that the others are going to be longer! ^_^
Oh! And a special thanks to Amon Marie, who caught that we were accidentally putting Lupin instead of Remus! Whoops!
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As we know, James hates Lily, and Lily hates. . .
(Fizby: Now, not just hates, abhors!!!!! *Giggle* That's a fun word!!! XD
Princess: Shut UP, Fizby!
Fizby: :*( *Sniff*)
. . . James. As if you couldn't guess. Sirius said that "Lily and James started going out in our seventh year." Well, what about the fifth year, or the sixth? o.O;;; Well, Fizby and Princess did a little undercover work and we think we've got it figured out nicely. ; ) So sit back, relax, and watch the truth, oh, horrible truth unfold. (Why is it horrible? Well, then you can't guess about anything anymore. Geez! And I thought some people had some common sense too! -.-')
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"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" James shouted to the crowd.
Cheers and hollering could be heard, but as the fun was about to begin. . .
"MR. POTTER!" Professor McGonagall's brisk voice echoed across the crowd like a clarion call. "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???? SET HIM DOWN THIS INSTANT!"
James froze, cursing Lily under his breath. He should have known that that namby-pamby prefect would go and fetch a teacher. Go figure. He waved his wand and Snape fell flat on his face in the mud. He got up quickly, smoothed his robes, and set off toward the dungeons. But not without shooting James a quick, loathing look of warning.
Professor McGonagall stomped over to James and grabbed his ear. Pulling him sharply towards the castle. "Professor Dumbledore WILL hear about this, you mark my words, Potter!"
James looked around searchingly for help, but his friends, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Moony had disappeared into the crowd. Determined to not look as if they had had any part in the joke. His gaze eventually came across Lily. Lily was standing there, happy as can be, with her chin in the air and a look about her as if to say, "I told you so."
He glared at her and mouthed, "You'll be sorry, you little sniveling bitch!" If Lily had understood him, she gave no sign. But, maybe it was his imagination, he thought he had seen her regal position waver. That his words had found their mark, and it had pierced flesh and bone, straight into the heart.
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"Now, James, I am not quite sure if whether this is more of a problem between you and Severus, or you and Lily."
Upon hearing those words, James, who had not really been paying attention, perked up instantly. "What did you say, sir?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Please, James, I understand that it can be hard for a youth such as you to pay attention to your elders when they're droning on, but pay attention as best as you can."
James muttered a quick apology and Dumbledore smiled, only slightly though. "James, I will not repeat myself. However, I shall tell you this: I want to know whether this behavior was a result of a problem between you and Severus or you and Lily."
James stammered, his mouth opening and closing like that annoying door in your house that can't decide whether it wants to be open or not. He realized then what he was doing and said quietly, "I don't know sir. I don't see how this can have anything to do with Lily. I don't know her well at all. All I know is she's a goody-goody who, if I had my way, wouldn't live on the same planet. So, to answer your question, I think this is a problem with Severus." He nodded his head in finalization and paused, waiting for Dumbledore to respond. Seeing that Dumbledore was preoccupied in staring at him searchingly, he continued, though not quite as boldly.
"He just thinks he's better than everyone else. He needs to be taught a lesson. And since no one else is taking care of it, I am." James finished rebelliously.
Dumbledore waited a few moments, seeing if James would continue. Then he spoke, "Are you sure it is your place to judge him? For, how can we judge someone, when we know nothing about them?"
James started to interrupt, but Dumbledore beat him to it. "I must impress the seriousness of what you have done, James. A suitable punishment would probably be expulsion. However," he stated, seeing James's sharp intake of breath, "I think that detention for one month should be suitable. Your detentions will be spent with Professor Orez. You are dismissed now."
James thanked Dumbledore quietly, meanwhile thinking of how to dispose of the Headmaster's body. When he walked out of the door and down the stairs, he thought of his predicament with a grimace. Professor Orez was the Potions master at Hogwarts. And, well, "cantankerous" is an understatement.
F/N: (Fizby's note) If you don't know what cantankerous means, look it up in a dictionary. Cause if I told you straight off what it was, that'd be too convenient for you. XD
Imagining what horrid fate Orez would have waiting for him, James hardly noticed that he was in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked lazily.
"Uh.." He silently cursed himself for not remembering the password. As he stood there, thinking to himself, trying to concentrate on the password and ignoring the ramblings of the Fat Lady, he was almost not surprised to see that Sirius had snuck up on him.
"Hey Padfoot." He said with a grin.
Sius looked him over and asked, "So, how bad is it?" Turning, James stopped grining.
"I have a month's detention with Orez." Sirius grimiced.
"I feel sorry for you, Prongs. One whole month with that bastard." Sirius gave a fake cringe that brought out a hint of a smile from James. "It won't be so bad though, I mean, c'mon! He'll probably just have you write a 6- foot essay on the wrongs of what you did. Just right large and you can slip by it easy. Well, it worked for Mavarin anyway." He added as an afterthought.
James shook his head. "Mavarin's easy. She has a soft spot for troublemakers. Orez will probably make me use a quill that's enchanted to prevent that sort of cheating."
Sirius turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password. ("Yellow skrewts") As he and James walked inside, he asked thoughtfully, "Do they even make quills like that?"
James shrugged. "Probably not, but if they do, Orez is sure to have it." His remark earned a grin from Sirius.
As they walked farther into the common room, Peter found them. Sirius didn't exactly know why James and Remus actually agreed to have him hang around, but Sirius was not one to openly despise someone. . . Unless they and everyone else already knew it. And since they didn't, he kept his mouth shut, concealing his misgivings. Nevertheless, Sirius often tried to figure out what was going on in the watery-eyed Wormtail's head.
"Hey James! So good to see you!" He said while smiling broadly. "So, how mad did old Dumbledore get?"
James chuckled slightly and Sirius snorted. Peter was practically impossible to get down, even though he was probably the worst wizard in the school, skill-wise, James was hasty to add to himself. There were still those idiots, Lily and Severus. "Damn, do I hate them." He mumbled.
"What was that, Prongs?" Peter asked innocently.
"Nothing." James said hastily.
Sirius eyed him oddly, but he said quickly, "Come on, we better hurry up and go to the Transfigurations exam room."
Peter and James followed Sirius down the hallways toward the examination room. Remus was there, waiting for them. "So there you are! What took you so long?"
Sirius interrupted James before he even had a chance to speak. "Prongs took his sweet time in Dumbledore's office and getting back to the common room. Then we had to get Wormtail and now we're here. Good enough reason for you?" He eyed him cockily.
Remus frowned. "Fine! Let's just get our seats before we're late."
The four friends went inside the room and found seats. Only four desks, three together and one alone, remained in the room. Remus, Sirius, and Peter raced to grab the three desks together. James, who hadn't realized he lost a prime seat until he got to the back of the room, had to cross over to the opposite corner.
He sat down and took a look around the room. Most of the people were chattering together or trying to memorize things at the last minute. But when he looked to the seat on his right, he let a groan escape him. It was none other than Lily the Prefect, Lily the Good Student, Lily the Ass Kisser. That Lily.
She looked up from the extremely thick tome she was reading, Advanced Transfiguration For The Ambitious Student Who Will Be Going Somewhere In Life, to glance coolly at him. "Hello James," she said with a mocking smile. "Glad to see that you're here for the exam. Or," she added with a mockingly thoughtful tone "Are you just here to put on another show?"
James sneered at her, not bothering to hide his contempt in the least. "Shut up, Evans."
She gave a laugh, "What's the matter, am I hurting your poor, itty bitty ego?"
James would've had a few choicely words to say to Lily, but at that moment, Professor McGonagall walked in to administer the test. Jame's last conscious thought before going into a stupor where you just keep writing and writing until you can't write any more, and then still write some more, was, "Oh man, this is going to be Hell."
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Oooooooooh. How's it going to turn out? You're gonna have to read the next chapter when it comes up! ; )
Sorry that this is so short of a chapter! We promise that the others are going to be longer! ^_^
Oh! And a special thanks to Amon Marie, who caught that we were accidentally putting Lupin instead of Remus! Whoops!