Serpientes Maraudeur
By Jocyo
Neville ran by a shack when the door opened and a shaggy hand pulled him through.
Now Harry knew that Neville was a bit conspicuous, okay, maybe VERY conspicuous, but even he couldn't have been spotted that easily. Harry followed into the shack and what he saw surprised him.
A woman was sitting on the couch, eating cookies and Neville was besting a ragged man at Exploding Snap.
Remus Lupin (though Harry didn't know that was his name) cocked his head to the side, and his eyes lit up with joy. "Harry! Just the boy I wanted to see."
Harry cautiously stepped in, and after deeming the house no threat to his existence, took off his shoes and outer-robes.
"Let's get to the chase." Lupin said. "I know that your father has been abusing you. Don't start." He added, when he saw Harry's mouth opening in protest. "I wanted you to know that we had nothing to do with this. We were James's old friends and do not approve of this at all. I want you to become a kind of Mini-Marauder group with us. The Marauders is a group of Animagus pranksters." Remus said at Harry's look of confusement.
Sirius Black walked up. "Here's Moony's wife. Her name used to be Nymphadora Shamalama Tonks-Lupin, but she had it changed to Tonks Shamalama Nymphadora Lupin."
Tonks blushed furiously at the word 'Shamalama' and elbowed Sirius in the ribs.
"Hey Harry," Neville said. "We're close to being Animagis, and you can shift shape, so what do you say to joining the Mini-Marauders with our group?"
"One thing," said Sirius. "Our rule for making names is usually Adjective – Noun or Describing Noun - Noun, such as the name Pad Foot. Other times it is just Describing Noun – Random Suffix, like the word Moony or Prongs."
"Harry should be Shifthand." Neville said.
Shifthand is a terrible name. thought Harry.
"See ya, Pads, Moony, Tonks, the others are probably having Kittens about our going missing. Bye!"
"Bye!" said Nevile.
"Bye Prongslet!" shouted Sirius. "Bye Neville!"
They walked to their teaching room and found that the rest of the Quartet had left to try to find them. "Damn." Said Harry. "Neville?"
"Yea?" he replied.
"You're an Herbolowizard, right?"
"Yea…?" he said.
"Can you communicate through grass?"
"I dunno, I'll check."
He could.
"Can you ask the grass where they are?"
"Umm…Grass…? Where's my friends? One has bushy brown hair, the other with bright red hair? They are both girls."
"Over there. By the shrieking shack."
"Thanks."
After Neville told Harry, they both went to the Shrieking Shack and saw their friends.
There was the usual stuff. "Where have you been?!" and "We were worried sick about you two!"
They went back to Hoggy Warty Hogwash for even more trouble when —
Quirrel, screaming, ran through the Great Hall, and stopped at the closest wall, clutching his chest and breathing very fast. "T-T-T," he coughed. "TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS!" and promptly fainted on his head.
I wonder…why did he faint forwards? Thought Harry.
Harry used his Metamage powers to extend his hearing, trying to see what Quirrel was scheming when he heard something else —
Anthony Goldstein and Cho Chang were chatting. "— And we locked the door, so now that insane Lovegood girl is stuck in the girl's bathroom. I can't believe why they let her in a year early, honestly —"
Harry heard enough. He walked to all four tables and sent them with him on the Rescue Mission to save Luna Lovegood.
They ran through the halls quickly, their shoes tapping on the gritty floors. They ran up to the first-floor girl's bathroom and opened the yellowed doorknob.
They found her, face emotionless, studying a Troll. The Troll seemed to be having fun. It was only when the Troll spotted intruders that it overreacted. Luna was screaming.
"AAH!!"
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"
The Troll levitated into the roof and fainted unconscious, just as Gideon and his crony Ronald came in. "Oh, I see my rotten brother and his Quartet has saved the girl. Excellent." He moved in to kiss the girl's hand, but she moved away and slapped him.
Harry chuckled darkly.
"You slut!" shouted Ron. "You Slytherin scum!" he shouted to his sister.
"Now, Ronald." Said Ginny. "I thought you were unbiased."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" shouted McGonagall, who was with Snape, Quirrel, and Dumbledore.
"Ms. Lovegood here had rashly run in to fight a troll," Gideon said pompously. "And I have just saved her."
"Excellent," said Pomona Sprout. "Ten points to Hufflepuff."
They all skedaddled, once all the teachers were gone, and went to their dormitory's to plan about getting Gideon back.
Soon enough, their precious Gids Potter got an article in the Daily Prophet about him "Heroically saving an innocent girl from a terrible and hideous fate." They failed to mention that Ickle Giddikins was the one to condemn Luna to that fate anyway.
When Harry and the Serpiente Maraudeurs swarmed Gids and Ickle Ronnikins with Howlers on how they should be ashamed and wear new socks, sniggering in the background, four students went up to them.
"—AND FURTHERMORE," said a male voice "I EXPECT TO SEE THREE NEW PICKLES IN THE GARAGE, GIDEON! AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T PROPOSED TO ME YET! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" and the Howler exploded
Gred and Forge Weasley walked up to Neville.
"Hello…?"
"Hello, Mr. Longbottom." George said.
"We are always up for a good prank," Fred said.
"This will sound embarrassing, but can we join your prank group?"
"Well…" Neville said. "Sure!"
Neville had accepted them, telling them on the other things they do, such as Animagus Transfiguration, and they had been really eager, after learning about the Jr. Marauders while Hermione and Harry were dealing with the other two.
"Hello," said Luna.
"Hi." Said Harry. He could feel a blush coming up his cheeks.
"I was wondering if I could join your Serpiente Maraudeur group."
Before Harry could ask how she knew, she said, "I just know because I'm." she took a breath. "I'm a Seer, so I could be of great value in pulling pranks and doing whatever you guys do around here."
"Ok, go ahead, join." Harry said, laughing, putting his hands up in mock defeat. He looked at the clock over in the corner by the Hourglasses that represented house points. It was 7:28. Best go to his Charms with the Slytherins now.
"Right on time, Mr. Potter." Flitwick greeted Harry as he came in. "Have a seat. Now, today we will be studying movement charms. The first charm I will show you is the summoning charm." Flitwick turned and looked at a student sharing notes with the other. "Accio!" He incanted, saying every word slowly and clearly, moving his wand in a twirling motion.
The note flew towards him and he read out, "That Harry Potter is sooooo Hot!"
Harry blushed. The writer was Lavender Brown.
The lesson went on like this for a while, until the bell rang and class was over. Flitwick called, "Tonight's homework is to write a short essay about wand movements in Charms! Best that can get information through in short paragraphs gets a prize!"
Harry walked out of the cheery classroom and walked down the red and black tiled halls when Draco Malfoy cornered him. He seemed to want to get right to the point, because he said in a quick tone:
"My father works for the Dark Lord, and said that Quirrel guy was one of his followers. Can I join you? I'm abused at home and my father," he sneered. "will expect me to join Him if he ever returns. I need protection."
"Sure, you can j—"
Suddenly, Harry's scar hurt, and he clapped his hand to his forehead.. Snape was walking by, but Quirrel was looking at him with something equivalent to pure hate in his eyes. That did it for Harry, he stalked after Quirrel and beckoned the others to follow him, using the Accio spell and accio-ing their textbooks to where he was.
So, Harry and co, being a group of mostly 11 year olds, and two ten year olds (Ginny and Luna) had a hard time running up the stairs to the forbidden third-floor corridor.
They went in and ran out immediately, clutching their hearts. Someone screamed. "HELP!" Neville had gotten trapped by the other side. That isn't too bad, is it? Wrong. There was a giant Leviathan at the other side of the door. Harry opened the door and lunged forward, and the others followed him in his quickstep of dodging the attacks by the fish.
Diving into the pool headfirst, Harry distracted the giant monster fish while the Serpients walked into the trapdoor, then he ran their too, not knowing that the smell of chicken could have made the Leviathan fall asleep.
Next was Flitwick's Charm. There were lots of keys sitting down. One key was larger than the others and had a bent wing. It seemed that Quirrel was quicker than themselves. Harry ran towards the bent key but it immediately ran away, faster and faster every time Harry sprinted to catch it, until it was fast enough to run and, like a bullet, leave a hole in someone.
"Accio!" Harry said. Amazingly enough, the key flew to his hand. How could Flitwick, an experienced Charms teacher let his 'brilliant scheme' fall to a 4th year spell?
They went through a dead Dragon. That must have been Quirrel's enchantment. Next door:
They went through the Chess Board by flying over the pieces. No one bother's with chess, honestly.
The next door had a puzzle taped on it, and the second they strode through it, black flames erupted from the back of them and purple the front. The puzzle seemed to say that the way to escape the purple was one of the bottles.
In an instant, Harry reached for the big bottle, shook it, and said. "This is it."
Hermione took a few moments calculating and said, "How did you do that!" Half questioning, half amazement.
"Easy, it was the only bottle that was partly drunk." Harry ran his hand over the top of it, scanning it. "It can be replicated with a spell. Here, Hermione, you figure it out."
Harry was no expert in Arithmancy to make spells, but Hermione was. She tapped her want on each side of the bottle, jabbed her wand into the sandy ground. Then took her wand out. She reached into the sand and grabbed two more bottles.
"Cool." Fred and George said at the same time.
They went through the door to the Erised Mirror and —
Some guy with a purple turban that smelt like garlic had a dead wizard sharing his head and speaking to it as if it was an idol and looking into some weird mirror that said wohsi ton ruo blah blah blah Erised blah blah blah!
"I've seen everything now." Said Fred. "Stupefy!" the spell hit Quirrel directly and they Teleported (A different form of Apparition that went through the Apparating wards.) Quirrel's body to the Headmaster's Office. They still couldn't teleport themselves yet.
Harry heard Voldemort, who was the man in the back of his head, yelling, "WAKE UP YOU FOOL!" and heard what sounded like a slap.
Harry was reading the mirror. "I show not your face but your hearts desire…" He muttered. He looked into the mirror and a PHOENIX BURST OUT OF IT, DROPPED A SORCEROR'S STONE AND THE HOLY GRAIL ONTO HIS HANDS AND LANDED ON HIS SHOULDER!
Harry nearly screamed, but the Phoenix's Song helped him stay up. After calming down a bit while running through all the courses again, Harry wondered. "Is a phoenix and a holy grail my heart's desire? What?"
When they reached Fluffy, he fainted of Magical Exhaustion and everyone saw his Phoenix's Emblem. That's when they had the idea of using that mark as the Light Mark, as opposed to the Dark Mark. The incantation was Vivonsenvivre. They took the Holy Grail and Sorcerer's Stone. The Phoenix stayed in Harry's Dorm. They took him to the Hospital Wing.
It wasn't long before Harry woke up again.
"How long have I been out?" said Harry.
"You've been out for thirty years, Harry." Said bearded Fred.
"WHAT!?"
"Kidding, Harry, kidding." Fred reassured him, ripping the beard off. "You've only been out for two hours."
"That's a relief." Harry sighed.
"By the way," Ginny said. "Your twin, Gideon, took the credit of destroying the Voldemort Spirit."
"It's only to be expected." Said Sirius. Everyone else agreed. "
They went to Dumbledore's office, but Quirrel attacked them. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he cried. Fred ducked and it hit the mirror and nearly hit Harry, who pushed the Sorting Hat into the way. A Sword came out of the hat and he used it to slice Quirrel's head off.
This, Harry decided, was enough. They didn't teach enough at Hogwarts. "Guys," he said. He told the Serpientes (including Luna, Tonks, Remus, Sirius, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and the Weasley Twins.) They were going to leave Hogwarts for one year. Even though they were only a few months into the school period, they had been:
Attacked by a Troll
Cursed by Gids and his cronies
Nearly killed by Quirrel
Nearly killed by Quirrel AGAIN
Having to face obstacles that TEACHERS set up
AND
Having to deal with the responsibility of holding the Holy Grail and Sorcerer's Stone, though that wasn't very important.
They needed to learn how to defend themselves better. What will be next? A book that can create a giant lizard and uses "Medusa-vision" to turn it's enemies to stone? Yeah, as if.
And so, they made their way to Dumbledore and told him.
They told him about the security of Hogwarts.
They told him about the Troll.
They told him about the puzzles.
They told him about the Serpientes Maraudeurs.
They told him about how they wanted everyone to think Gideon was the savior.
They told him about Quirrel.
They told him about how they ABSOLUTELY had NO idea of where the two immortality relics, the Holy Grail and Sorcerer's Stone were. (LIES!)
They told him about how they will be out for the rest of the year to study different Arts of Magic and ways to destroy Tom Riddle.
Needless to say, Dumbledore, being the Light, kind person he was, let them.
At the end-of-school speech, Dumbledore announced. "As you know, Slytherin has won the House Cup. However, some last-minute points must be taken into account. Three Hundred points to Hufflepuff because of Gideon Potter, who stopped Professor Quirrel from resurrecting Lord Voldemort. I think a change in decoration is needed."
SNAP! The Green-and-Silver banner was replaced with Yellow-and-Black. Gideon cheered. "Thank you, thank you, you're all too kind."
"Now," Dumbledore said. "For reasons I cannot disclose, Frederic Weasley, George Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Harold Potter, Luna Lovegood, and Draco Malfoy will be gone for the rest of the year. They will join us again for the Second Year."
Gideon whispered to Ronald. "I bet they're in trouble for being traitors and Death Eaters."
They packed up, and Harry found himself having a really scary dream. It chilled Harry to the bone.
Dumbledore was lying on the ground, his blue eyes lacking their usual twinkle. He looked up to Harry, and pulled up a cup. His eyes were pleading and helpless. "Please…" he croaked out. "I need…water…Harry…"
Harry turned around and picked up the goblet. He added some water by using a spell, but it disappeared. "No…" said Dumbledore. "water…water…please…I'm tired…I…not…hungry…I'm thirsty…Please? …just a little sip… to drink…please…"
Harry turned around and looked for another source of water. He found a lake and plunged the goblet into it. Then something pearly white sprang up and grabbed Harry. He was running, and he dropped the goblet. The water fell out and Dumbledore's eyes stared back at Harry…cold and lifeless… A grey shadow of Dumbledore hovered past his body. "Why did you do it?" it asked, whining like a child. "All I needed was some water…"
"AH!" Harry woke up. He was in the Hogwart's Express and the train was almost at their destination, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry took out his Dream Diary and quickly jotted down his dream about the Death of Dumbledore. He felt that it would come in handy later.
There was a "DING" sound and the Serpientes Maraudeurs were getting off. It kind of surprised Harry how easy it was to get followers. It was almost too easy…
"This is your new house." Said Sirius. He showed them Numbers 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. There is a huge Dueling Square and an oversized library on the second corridor.
Neville was staring at him as if he was insane. Sirius seemed to know what was wrong and took out an iPod. He put headphones in everyone — except Lupin and Sirius —'s ears. Then they heard Dumbledore's voice.
"The Order of the Phoenix may be found at Number 12, Grimmauld Place."
As though Harry had never noticed it before, Sirius's house was standing there.
"Fidelius, Sirius?" asked Hermione.
"Yea." He replied.
They entered the room when suddenly, Harry heard an old hag screaming "MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS! HALF BLOOD SCUM! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE OF MY NOBLE BRETHEREN —"
Harry conjured a thick marker-pen ("Boligrapho Conjuris!") and proceeded to open the curtains where Mrs. Black was screaming. Since they were in the back room, all they heard was
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HALF BREED FREAK! WHAT — NO! WAIT — AHH! I HAVE BEEN BEFOULED! NOOOOO!" Then the old hag that was Mrs. Black's portrait shut up.
"What did you do?" asked Sirius in disbelief over lunch.
"Elementary, my dear Sirius," said Harry. "I can't believe a prankster like you hadn't thought of it. I took the pen and drew a mustache and devil horns on Mrs. Black's portrait."
They all roared with laughter when they noticed an old house-elf cleaning in the corner, muttering darkly.
"Hello there." Said Harry.
"The Half Blood freak is speaking to Kreacher. Kreacher does not care, Kreacher is pretending that he did not hear…Oh, what would Kreacher's poor mistress say…" The House Elf muttered.
Harry stared at his sandwich, shrugged, and stuffed the rest of the lot down. "We'," he said thickly. "Le's go oo da 'ibrary." He swallowed and said. "Let's go to the library."
They walked a long way through the dark and damp corridors until they found a large door. They brushed the cobwebs out of it and saw a HUGE library.
Neville was rendered speechless. Ginny looked around with Draco on mind arts while Hermione studied Light Magic and Harry studied Dark Arts.
An Introduction to the Dark Arts by — to Harry's horror, the author was — Tom Riddle
To: My Dearest Servant Regulus A. Black
From: The Dark Lord
Well Harry thought. It'll do me well to read about what Moldyshorts has learned so far.
ForeWord:
There is no such thing as Light or Dark magic. There are only two things: Power, and Intention.
The 'Dark' Cutting Curse, Diffindo, was once used to cut down trees, until a rash person in the Olde Ministry of Magic labeled it 'Dark' once they discovered cults using this Curse for murder.
The 'Light' Summoning Charm, Accio —, can be used for torture just as easily, if you Accio— a body part with enough Power.
Needless to say, Intention is an important part of casting spells and charms. Even the simple Scourging Charm (Scourgify) can be twisted and manipulated to rub the skin raw as torture.
Chapter One: Securing Immortality
Twice in my life I have come to find out that life is a fragile treasure. There fore I researched the following Books:
Horcruxes, by Liminus Scramshaft
The Elixir of Life by Nicolas Flamel
Researching Immortality by Perenelle Flamel
The Fountain of Life?: The Science of the Master Gene by (?)
A Guide in Securing Horcruxes and Other Objects by Cassandra Trelawney
These were all good books, and I have used Horcruxes as my anchor to life.
Horcruxes are special objects. They contain a piece of the user's soul. The Incantation for creating a Horcrux is —
Horcrux Mors! Avadais Cadabra Selenium! Dididi Secul Mius Animus!
(Hor – khrucks mohrs! Ah-va days Cah daah - bruh Sih leh nee um! Dih dih dee Seh cool Me – us Ann – ih muhs!)
Horcruxes can be used on living objects as well.
Since there is not much information on Horcruxes that I know of myself, I will go to the next chapter —
Harry read through the whole book. There were chapters on dark spells, creating spells for whatever intent, etc etc. Afterwards, he picked up some books on Occlumency. To perfect on Legilimency, you must master Occlumency beforehand. Trying to master Occlumency by having another person use the spell "Legilimens!" on you perfects your natural shields, though it might not look like that. He learned about projecting thoughts out to another person as a means of communication. He learned about creating a 'fake' shield to make people believe he didn't know Occlumency. He learned about making fake memories to put outside the 'fake' shield to fool others.
Hours had passed, and Harry had finally mastered Dark Arts, Occlumency, Legilimency, Spell crafting, and Magic Transferring.
Magic Transferring was using an object other than a wand for casting magic. Objects like bare hands, staffs, sticks, swords, arrows, can handle strong magic better than wands. Soon he could cast wandless magic without stress. This was particularly good for Harry, as being a Metamagus meant that he could morph and conjure up random objects at will. The others weren't so lucky in transferring, but better at wandless.
Harry looked around and saw that everyone, after mastering one thing or another, fell asleep. Harry morphed into a rooster and cawed loudly. They all woke up suddenly, clutching their heads.
Draco shouted "AGH! Stop it!" Harry looked at the Clock-Calendar in the corner. He paled. Two months passed, and he and the Maraudeurs was still awake, reading and mastering Occlumency?
"Guys," Harry said. "Two months already passed, and we never noticed."
"Oh," said Hermione. "I think that my being an immortal rubbed off on you, why don't you check."
"Getting immortal is so easy, once you think about it." Hermione said. "But I'm one of the only few born immortals in the country, probably."
"Funny," said Neville, rubbing his sore head. "You'd think that having the ability that old Voldie had desired for centuries would have made us excited."
"You'd think," said Fred. "But —"
"— You don't think, do you?" joked George.
Luna and the others laughed. The laughter stopped when Harry called from the washroom. "Yeah, we are immortal now!"
"This is getting too easy," Draco commented. "Having all the time in the world to do everything really isn't that hard, if you have an Immortal friend who is willing to share it with you."
"Well if you want," Hermione said. "I can take it away."
"No, no," Draco replied. "I'd like it to stay the way it is."
Harry yawned.
"Bye guys," he said. "I'm going to Gringotts to withdraw as much money as I can before my parents disown me. Portus." A tattered parchment glowed and he took it. He felt a jerk by his navel and he was flying into the bank by his feet.
He went to the Gringotts bank and withdrew all of his trust fund: three million seven-hundred thousand fifty three galleons and sixteen sickles and twenty six knuts. He came back with a bottomless bag filled with his money. Fortunately, he didn't meet Gideon.
"Alright guys," he said. "This is the money we'll be using."
A/N: Coming up next, Harry will be surprised when his family disowns him and sends him to — the Dursleys!