Title: Our Little Catastrophe

Author: kakkoii-me

Disclaimer: the usual...dont own Harry Potter

kakkoii-me speaking: . . . how's life?

Catastrophe Number Four

Marauders' Train Compartment [Remus]

When the girls left, Sirius' face immediately changed from happy and ecstatic to melodramatic and pained. He threw himself on of one the leather couches, grumbling to himself, before holding out his wand and murmuring a charm,

"Accio bandages,"

The room was now filled with surprise and I stared down at Sirius not noticing any physical injuries. Did he get in a fight? James must of had the same thought, for he frowned, scrutinizing his friend.

"You all right, mate?" Sirius grunted, and grabbed the bandages that had magically been summoned to him. Throwing his jumper to the ground, he started to roll up his wrinkled shirt and all of us gasped at the sight. Immediately, I sprang up to draw the curtains down so no one could see what was happening in the compartment.

"Bloody hell Sirius, who decided to carve a face on your stomach!" exclaimed James immediately as he bent down to examine bloody wounds on Sirius' stomach. As I inhaled, it started to smell like salt and iron and I felt myself go light-headed. Sirius grimaced, and tried his best to put on the bandage to which I quickly grabbed away from him.

"You need medical attention," I grimaced, trying my best not to look at his injuries. They were just ghastly and wild running from the half to the bottom of his stomach; it actually did look like someone had tried to carve something in his stomach or just tried to twist around his intestines.

"Give them back," growled Sirius.

"Sirius this is -,"

"Remus. give. it. back."

"I'm just saying, for your health,-"

"Episkey-" a flash of yellow escaped from Sirius' wand and suddenly the deep bleeding gashes on his toned stomach were delicately covered in a layer of weak skin. "There - medical attention.
Happy? Now give me the bloody bandages!"

"Just-"

"Mate, calm down," whispered James. Sirius immediately stopped his actions and flared his nostrils, a habit he did when he got mad. James gave him a small lopsided grin to which Sirius only responded with a cold, icy stare.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," uttered Sirius, his face composed to the upmost stillness.

"Liar," I accused lightly.

"D-did y-your mum do it?" asked Peter slightly hiccupping. I flinched and mentally slapped my head. Peter was a nice and loving person yet, regrettably, was unknowingly straightforward. Sirius threw back his head and gave out a bark-like laugh. I flinched again, watching one of his wound open up. Sirius always one up for laughter.

"What gave it away?"

"Hold a sec mate, you didn't have those when you came to visit me!" exclaimed James, his eyes wide with shock. Now I started to get even more worried and stared down at Sirius disapprovingly. Even though we were all quite close, the bond between Sirius and James held a lot more significance than any other friendship, and both would literally die for each other in a heartbeat. And if James wasn't aware of Sirius' bloody wounds that meant something bad happened.

Sirius sighed in defeat and started to play with his wand, obviously not wanting to say anything at the moment. The topic of Sirius' parents never was one of our favorites, especially to Sirius who always tried evading the topic, but we insisted him on telling us instead of bottling it up all the time. So being the mental friends we were, we just sat there patiently, waiting for a response.

"Well after staying over at the Potters for a week, I rented a room at the Leaky Cauldron (to which Tom gave me a discount; good ol' man he is) and-"

"Sirius, I told you, you could have stayed at my place!" exclaimed Potter looking completely horrified.

"Or even mine," Peter and I offered. Blimey, any of them were welcomed at my place.

Sirius groaned, and put his head in his head, breathing heavily. "And endanger your families anymore than I already have? Mates, I bloody forsaken love you guys but I don't think I could stand any of you dying…, anyway these are nothing; I just…I just accidentally dropped the butter knife on my stomach during breakfast yesterday morning,"

I held back a snort, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. Sirius Black cutting himself with a butter knife? What's next, having Lily Evans finally accept James as a natural and normal human being? Yet I bit my tongue and said nothing. If he didn't want us to know, then I'll respect that; on the other hand James' reaction was a different matter.

"YOU, cut yourself with a BUTTER knife?" he asked, chuckling dryly. "Yea and you and me mum went shopping last weekend! I'm not daft Sirius; then how did they reopen?"

Sirius scoffed, and grabbed back the bandages, wrapping it tightly around his abdomen. "Miss Kathy Denlyon was feeling quite...needy,"

"You were snogging Denlyon? What about Penny?" piped up Peter. I watched James roll his eyes and I smiled. Sirius, girls, cupboard, or snogging – just mention any of these words and you'll get a quite interested Peter. I eyed him warily, and inwardly sighed. The poor guy - if he lost some weight I bet he would do rather well with the girls.

Sirius waved it off as if it was nothing. "Oh please, I need more than one person to keep me distracted from my family,"

James sighed, "Sirius Black, you are one hell of an arse – I could never do that; I mean, I couldn't imagine how my little Lily-flower would be able to cope,"

"I think she'll do fine," I piped up, having settled back down comfortably one of the seats. I heard James mutter 'liar' but contently ignored it. "I saw her with Diggory earlier; they both seemed mighty cozy, cuddled up over sharing a pumpkin pastry,"

"WHAT?" proclaimed James, now on full Lily-alert. All the guys chuckled and I gave a James a small smile. The guy is going to end up breaking his arms and legs before reaching her heart (as if he hasn't already).

"Come on James give it rest; it's not like she's actually interest," I mumbled. In response, I was thrown an empty box of Chocolate Frogs.

"She is too interested! She just…hasn't…realized it yet…,"muttered James, who was arrogantly ignoring our humorous gaze. As James continued to indulge himself in his favorite topic (Lily Evans) I started to nibble on a forgotten piece of chocolate I had found earlier in my pocket. My eyes wandered over to Sirius who was now grinning and being his all arrogant self yet still looked distant. I had my bets placed that those injuries weren't from a butter knife but his parents. Having caught sight of them last summer on the train's platform brought back an eerie chill. So poised and statuette his parents seemed, until Sirius received a flat five-star slap from his mum. And in return, he did nothing but bid us goodbye with a goofy smile. My thoughts continued until it was interrupted by a hurried knock on the door.

"Sirius! James! Blimey, guys upon up the door, you have to listen to this!" Peter scrambled to the door, and opened it to find Frank Longbottom standing there, flushed and breathing heavily.

"There's a bloody catfight! A catfight!" he emphasized his eyes round like the moon. He breathed in before rushing another sentence, "Kathy Denlyon and Cecilia Corman! Fighting, scratching, biting, whatever girls do without their wands,"

I frowned in contrast to all my other mates whose face lit up in surprise and happiness. James spoke up, "What are they fighting about?"

"Sirius," heaved out Frank. All eyes fell on Sirius who actually looked at Frank in genuine surprise. Yet, soon enough a cocky grin was plastered on his face.

"Bound to happen soon enough," he muttered, standing up. He signaled for all of us to stand up and follow him. "Come on guys, better catch the show before it's over,"

[Cassie]

I cannot tell you how many times I thanked God that very moment for letting me live with a brother. As the fist-fight (or just plainly fight) continued, all I received was a busted lip, and a good slap on the face. Besides the fact that my hair was probably disheveled and pulled thoroughly enough that it could fall off my scalp, I had avoided most kicks and fists coming my way.

"Give her a good slap McCoy!"

"Damn Denlyon, might as well just choke her!"

"Corman you gotta be on top of her if you want punch her!"

I rolled my eyes as I listened to the tips the crowd of guys (and some girls) were trying to give us. The moment Kathy had jumped on Cecilia, I thought hell was unleashed. Four more girls (that were siding with Cecilia) jumped at Kathy but later moved on to me as I had joined the fight. The four girls were more than pathetic, and two of them quickly pulled out. The other two were still scratching and biting, but I had them under control unlike Kathy and Cecilia who were literally on the ground punching the life out of each other. Kathy was currently on top of Cecilia, pulling her hair in one hand and clutching the top of Cecilia's shirt in the other. Cecilia was struggling, red-face, and screaming colorful words at Kathy, but wasn't able to do much. Both of their clothing were now torn and damaged, makeup running and hair totally screwed up. As the fight continued, receiving more blows from the two other girls, I started to wish that I had never joined the fight. I would get nothing out of this beside a good talk from McGonagall and lifelong of detentions.

"STOP IT!" Immediately, all movements stopped including Cecilia and Kathy. I looked up to see a livid Lily Evans, whose face was flushed in such a color that it resembled her hair. "Th-this behavior is…despicable!" she spluttered looking at all of us with mortification.

"Well then despicable us," spat Kathy, and out of the blue, threw her fist at Cecilia's face. A sickening sound was heard from her jaw as she fell on the floor unconscious. Immediately, the crowd around us started to yell, their voices getting louder. The pulse in my head started to slow down, and I breathed deeply, thinking that it was all finally over.

But just as I was going to walk over to Kathy, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Tightening my fist in small ball, I grabbed the arm and twisted it, before twirling around and giving the person a good punch at my face.

The voices around me immediately hushed up and I heard a groan emitting from the person I just punched.

"Bloody Mary Cassie, care to punch any harder?"

And there, in all his glory, stood James Potter with a bloody nose.

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