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Whoop, whoop, second chapter! I've actually never done chapters on this sight before, so I wouldn't be surprised if I screwed something up XD. I hope anyone who reads will enjoy this, comments would be since, but since my yahoo is throwing a tantrum and I can't seem to be able to read them at this moment, feel free to skip that part. Thanks for reading!
"How was the Shrieking Shack? Were there any Death Eaters there?" Ron asked Harry on their way to breakfast the next morning.
"I don't want to talk about it," Harry snapped before he realized what he'd even said. The strangest feeling washed over him. It was vaguely similar to how a very protective dog felt when a stranger happened upon their territory. He found that, although he'd been wanting to tell Ron about his slightly amusing encounter, all he wanted now was for Ron to get away from him.
"Sorry, I just wanted to know." Ron sat and ate quietly, saying nothing about Hermione's absence that morning. Most days Hermione wouldn't come near Ron if her life depended on it, and he seemed to not be able to blame himself for this.
"Hello, Harry. How was your night?" Hermione, once again, came out of no where and claimed the seat on Harry's other side, the seat that put her furthest from Ron.
"Precious. Oo, look, mail!" Harry immediately noticed the beautiful black and white owl from yesterday and wondered what it was the owl was delivering today. The owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of Harry, this one a shocking yellow. The bird sat next to Ron and dropped an envelope in his hand, identical to the one Harry received yesterday.
"What do I do?" Ron asked. He didn't like the odd way Harry was acting this morning and was afraid to open the letter.
"Just open it, you git," Hermione muttered around Harry. Ron's face flushed and he tore the letter open and thrust the piece of parchment out, reading it quickly.
"It says the same thing Harry's did."
"Then you'd better go." Harry was relieved to know that Ron would be involved, too, because he had the strangest feeling that anyone not involved would no longer be involved with him. He stared down at the yellow letter in his hand and pulled it open. It had only one word on it: Scar.
Later that day Harry and Hermione found themselves surrounded by books in the common room, trying to figure out what was wrong with Harry. In the last four hours of classes Harry managed to blow up a cauldron in Potions to the extent that Lavender Brown, as an effect of being covered in a failed love potion, temporarily turned into a warlock and Ron wouldn't stand within ten feet of her (something that Hermione was quite pleased with). In Divination Harry faked a vision and told Tralawney that she would die of excess internal bleeding of the vaginal area (which she actually believed) and in Defense Against the Dark Arts he transfigured armadillo bile into rat poison and watched with glee as Snape swallowed it when he went to take a drink of water.
"I don't see what the big deal is, Hermione. I was just having a good time."
"Merlin, you don't even sound like yourself. What did they do to you last night?"
"That's none of your business!" Harry once again shouted without realizing why he was saying it. The guard-dog feeling was coming back again, so he changed the subject. "And besides, I sound perfectly like myself. It's not my fault Snivillus has been riding my Firebolt all these years and finally got what he deserved. Oooh, did you see his face when he choked?" Harry was bouncing up and down, a happy grin stretched across his face.
"See! THAT!" Hermione threw her book across the room and it landed open to a random page. Suddenly a Veela jumped off the page and started dancing, catching Harry's full attention.
"That is exactly what I'm talking about! Since when did you call Snape that? Harry, you aren't- Are you even listening?" Hermione followed his eyes to the Veela and made an animalistic growl before running over to the Veela and kicking it hard in the throat, causing it to fall back into the book, which Hermione slammed closed.
"What the hell did they do to you!?!?" Both their heads snapped up as the common room door swung open and Ron emerged, looking slightly shaken and a bit paler than usual.
"Ron, you're back!" Without thinking, Hermione threw herself at Ron and wrapped her arms around him tight. Ron blushed and awkwardly pat her back.
"What's this!?!?" Lavender was standing at the foot of the steps eyeing Hermione with distaste. Hermione glared at Lavender and, having had enough of the two lovebirds, wandered passed her and waved over her shoulder as she went to bed.
"What was that?" Lavender looked half-crazed from Ron to the steps where Hermione had now disappeared to.
"None of your business, woman, stop smothering me." Ron, too, went upstairs, followed by Harry. When they entered their dorms and made sure no one else was in the room, Ron came to sit on Harry's bed.
"I feel very weird Harry. Like I have a huge secret that would kill me if someone else found out. Buts that's- that's pure nonsense, right? I mean, it's not like being a Marauder is a big deal. All we do is stare at a Map all day, occasionally roam the corridors at night, and steal food from the kitchen, right?...right?"
"I don't know. Remember how I acted this morning when you asked me what happened? And the things I've been doing all day? I think this is deeper."
"Ya, you know what I did on the way here? I pissed on Mrs. Norris! Why did I do THAT?" Ron stared at Harry in confusion, but Harry was too busy trying to muffle his laughter. "And what about Hermione?"
"Oh, " Harry calmed himself down. "I reckon she'll join us very soon." Ron nodded and turned bright red suddenly.
"What?"
"They gave me a name." Ron looked like he was going to die of embarrassment.
"Yes, me too. It's Scar, what is yours?"
"Scar! But that's okay! Mine is...well..." Ron pulled a small piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Harry as he hung his head. Harry read it several times before deciding that Moony and Padfoot had completely lost their minds.
"FLAMER!? Ha, if anyone should be called a flamer, it's them!"