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AN: So, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but you guys seemed to like it, so here's an update :) Also, this is set in third year, you might wanna know :p
'I'm bored,' Ron complained.
'You could finish your Potions essay,' Hermione suggested.
'Are you mad? I'm still have another week for that! But you gave me a better idea,' he said, smirking, and he stood up and walked away.
'Why do I have the feeling that I'm not going to like that idea?' Hermione asked Harry, who just shrugged, said: 'I'll go see what he's up to,' and followed him out of the portrait hole.
He caught up with Ron and asked: 'What are you going to do?'
'You'll see.'
Harry was surprised when he noticed they were going to the staff room. He was really getting curious now, but knew better than to ask. Just before they reached it, he started running, and panting, as if he had been running the whole journey, burst in and screamed:
'SIRIUS BLACK! SIRIUS BLAA- ' at this point he reached McGonagall, who was playing chess with Dumbledore, and put Dumbledore checkmate, 'ooh, checkmate!' and continued like nothing happened:
'SIRIUS BLAAAAACK!' The teachers were thunderstruck , until Professor Sprout asked: 'What about him?'
'He was spotted by the paintings on the third floor. The dogs playing poker peed on the carpet. The screaming man has never looked more terrified. It took the entire last supper to calm him down. Sirius Black, has broken into our castle!' Ron started screaming again, and he ran back to where Harry stood, and jumped into his arms. Harry didn't see this coming, however, and he and Ron both fell to the floor, trying not to laugh. When they got up, they saw the teachers' reactions. Dumbledore missed the twinkle in his eyes, McGonagall looked rather shocked, Lupins face had a greenish tinge to it, and he looked positively sick, Professor Snape wore a look of loathing, Professor Sprout was whispering: 'Oh dear, oh dear,' Professor Trelawney was mumbling something about that she had seen it coming, and the other professors and Filch had similar reactions.
Then, Dumbledore looked at Ron intently, who was not so good at hiding his laughing, and he asked: 'Are you serious?' and Ron couldn't help it but say: 'No, I'm Severus.' Then he burst into fits of laughter and tried to pull Harry away and run, but laughing and running isn't a good combination, as some of you who might know.
That night, when they shared their detention, Ron was still smirking. He would occasionally say things like: 'We don't even have a portrait of dogs playing poker,' and 'The way they looked at Snape in the end,' and even though Harry did need his sleep, he wouldn't have wanted to miss that.
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