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James Potter
I sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair with my arms folded over my chest, I was slouching and grumbling to myself like I was a little delinquent waiting to be sentenced to prison; at this moment I didn't care. Padfoot sat next to me rubbing his jaw, his left eye starting to swell from the hex that Regulus had given him not ten minutes ago. Rebecca sat in his lap, rubbing her healed arm up and down, a new scar forming from the jinx that Snape gave her when she came in to help Sirius and me. Wormtail was sitting and massaging his new swollen ankle—he didn't even bother helping us either, he twisted it when the git was running away.
Lily was next to me, trying to heal the large gash that was slashed across her cheek, and trying to soothe the forming scar that was on her upper arm with her free hand. Blood was smeared across her cheeks, some of it being hers and some of it being Sirius's or mine—most of it was the Slytherins that we were fighting though. Her robes were torn, her sweater being ripped by herself to stop some of the bleeding that Sirius had. Her tie was gone as well, tied around Rebecca's arm to stop her bleeding. Her skirt was torn to nearly shreds, pieces being taken off either to stop the bleeding on someone or a Death Eater wannabe thought that it would be funny to be ripping up her robes. Her button down shirt was covered in dark red, some the blood being completely dry and some of it still being wet. Her red hair had mud, twigs, and leaves all glued to her scalp, and by the grimace that was placed on her face she was fighting everything that she had to not run off and take a shower.
Moony was trying to help Robert —one of the beaters from the Quidditch team for Gryffindor—with his blisters that were covering his neck from the base to the point where it was nearly touching his lips. Moony wasn't as bad as some of us but he still had his fair share of the blood and ripping from his robes as well. His tie was missing too; it going with Lily's to stop the blood gushing out of Rebecca's arm. His sweater went missing when one of the other gits from Slytherin hexed Bradley Morgenstern and his entire torso went wild with some dark magic animal. His trousers were hanging in tatters, him using most of it to heal people and try to create substitute bandages for their wounds.
Several Slytherins sat in front of us, covered in blood and dirt—they deserved to have more dirt covering them and for their robes to be ripped even more than ours. Most of them were trying to not have their teeth fall out, while others were tending to the aftercare of the hexes and jinxes that were aimed at them.
I heard Lily whimper beside me, and I turned to find her rubbing her arm like it burned; blood was still coming from the cut that was on her cheek. Her green eyes showed that she was in pain, but I knew that she was trying to hide it as best as she could—but they still failed to hide most of the feeling that she had. I turned and took the blood soaked cloth that was sitting beside her, took out my wand from what I had left of my robes and whispered the incantation "Aquamenti" soaking the cloth in water. I gingerly brought the cold, wet cloth to her cheek and began to wipe away the blood that was dripping down her chin in slow, soft strokes—I felt like I was touching a delicate flower, make a move that was too quick or strong and everything would come tumbling down.
When the cloth came to her skin, Lily winced slightly and her eyes nearly overflowed with tears. She rolled in her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it. I reached over with my free hand and pulled her lips out from between her teeth smoothing the pad of my thumb over it. I smiled and whispered "I don't think that we need another injury, do you?" Lily smiled in spite of herself and gently shook her head no. I continued to wipe at her cut, cleaning it with the most care that I had and trying my best not to hurt her. Every now and then I would ask her if I was doing it right and if she was hurting, every time she would say that I was doing fine and that she felt fine as well.
Out from the corner of my eye I could see Snape looking at me, hatred and utter loathing oozing from his being and every pore in his body. His cold black eyes were set on me, and a deep frown was set in his lips; greasy black hair was falling in his eyes and his hooked nose was nearly touching his chin with the posture that he held. I frowned at him and childishly stuck my tongue out at the bloke, making me think about how we got in this situation in the first place.
Padfoot and I were walking up the grounds from our Care of Magical Creatures class, laughing all the way and looking for Peter coming out from his Herbology class. We caught him and began to go towards Transfiguration together, me having the fullest intention on sitting with Lily today and trying to pay attention to the lesson so that she didn't have to stop and tutor me sometime tonight.
"Guess what I heard James!" Peter exclaimed when we were walking towards the front doors, walking along the long wooden bridge that connected the school with the grounds.
"What would that be?" I replied, not really hitting interest in the subject of rumors at the moment, unless some git was boasting about Lily and insulting her, then I would care.
"I heard that Voldemort is going to attack Hogwarts and take any Muggle-born that is walking within the walls, and—"
"And who did you hear this from?" I asked, looking at Peter like he was mad.
Peter stopped walking, as did I and Sirius as he seemed to consider the rumor that he heard and you could see the realization wake onto his features. "Maybe… maybe the rumor isn't true…" He muttered as an apology, looking down at the wood that was under our feet. Sirius and I nodded, being satisfied with his response, and the three of us continued on.
When we came to the entrance courtyard, Snape and Regulus were walking out from the castle and strutting right towards us. I knew that enither of them had a class that was outside at this time of day, and nevertheless one that had both of them in it at the same time.
"Sirius, what the ruddy hell is your dearest little brother doing out here at this time of day—and with Snape?" I asked, looking at my best mate with the question lingering in my eyes.
Sirius looked up at his brother, his dark eyes showing something along the lines of pure hatred towards him, "I don't have a clue, but I'd stay away from him." He advised, turning off to the side slightly so that we were walking away from Snape and Regulus Black. The three of us walked in silence, hoping that the two Death Eaters wouldn't see us and try to cause a scene of some sort.
"OI! Potter!" I heard my name being called behind me and slightly off to the side. The voice was slightly nasal and it seemed to hold some form of pride and just that someone who gloats and brags on themselves would have. I turned to see the two of the Death Eater wannabes standing by one another and smiling at me and my mates.
Snape was grinning like a drunken bloke and seemed to have something to say to me. "What d'you want Snivellus?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep the sneer off my face when speaking to the slimy mudball.
Snape grinned even more and he seemed to consider the words that he wanted to say next. "I heard that you and the Mudblood were—what is the word that I am looking for, Regulus? Was it that they were finally taking pity on one another and decided to play house? Evans being the Mudblood that she is, and you being the egotistic, cocky, moronic, bastard that you are that the two of you decided to take pity on each other and play house… I think that it's…" Snivellus trailed off looking at Regulus suggestively.
"I think that it's sick." Regulus finished, grinning. "A pure-blood and a Mudblood coming together and playing house just isn't right, in fact I think that such a thing should be considered illegal to do. Mudbloods should know how to stay in their place and not try to socialize with wizards that are… of higher ranking than they are." The two of them laughed, doubling over and gripping at their sides to try and stop their constant laughter.
I could feel my anger boiling up and getting dangerously high to a peak where I couldn't handle it. All the blood that I had in my body rushed to my face in my rage, and my hand instantly snapped to the inside pocket of my robes—my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my wand. I was ready to rip out the wooden stick and shout every jinx, curse, swear word, and hex at the two of them.
Sirius lunged at me and gripped my elbow in a vice hold, keeping his fingers firm so that I didn't try and shake him off somehow. "Prongs don't. C'mon, it's just not worth it; Lily will be waiting for you in Transfiguration and she knows that you're better than this." Sirius told me, keeping his voice stern and making sure that he was keeping eye contact with me at all times. I nodded at my mate, releasing my wand from my grasp and slumping my shoulders slightly in my defeat. I just turned slightly when Snape had to open his mouth again.
"Oh, the Mudblood knows how to control a pure-blood and she knows what's good for you, she's trying to pull you down, Potter!" Snape shouted at my back, and that's when I cracked.
My hand flickered to my robes without a second thought, my wand easily coming into my hand and slipping out from the pocket in my robes. I spun on the spot and pointed the tip of the wood right at Snape, center of his chest, and felt the rage and hatred rise within me. "Impedimenta!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, a flash of purple light bursting from the tip of my wand and hitting Snape in the chest, knocking him backwards into the wall behind him.
I still say that the git had that hex coming at him for what he said, and he deserved me to do worse—but I took into consideration of Sirius telling me that Lily knew that I was better. I was better than that, and I was going to always work hard to be better than stooping to Snape's level.
I smiled at Lily and handed her the cloth back, her smiling at me and taking it and began to wipe away some of the blood away from my face as well. She was using gentle strokes as I was, and was being sure that she never used too much pressure to the point where it would be too much for me to have on the new open wound.
"James…" Lily trailed off, a grimace crossing her face. I looked at her from the corner of my eye; Snape was doing the same thing.
"What is it? Am I going to need something done to it?" I asked, looking into her eyes. Lily shook her head no, and her skin turned a light shade of green, making her look sick; I began to panic slightly. I turned in my seat and took one of her hands in mine and placed it on my lap, rubbing soothing circles around the outside. "Lily, what is it? You look like you're going to be sick, Lily." I asked, taking my free hand and brushing back some of her dirty hair behind her ear.
"Yo-you're ear… there's something there." She gasped, her skin turning to a bit of a deeper shade as she reached up to the side of my head with a tentative hand. Her finger tip ghosted like a shadow down my hair and around my ears, stopping right below my ear; she pushed her fingers forward slightly and pulled back. Where she had pushed her fingers forward slightly I could feel something thick and sleek around on my face—it made me want to crawl right out from my skin. When Lily pulled her hand back and showed me what was on her fingertips, a thick yellow-orange-ish puss was dripping from her hand, and when it landed on the wood something purple came up and out of it—looking hairy. She shivered, coming into my arms slightly and cowering within herself.
"What IS that?" Sirius asked me, looking back from me to Lily to Moony. Moony had come in right when I asked Lily what was wrong, and now he was looking down at the purple hairy puss on the bench and the yellow-orange puss on Lily's fingers.
"I don't know," Lily answered, gagging slightly on the end, her skin going ever deeper into that shade of green. I took her hand and wiped it clean of the strange puss, using my robe tatters and making sure that what I wiped off was out of Lily's line of sight. She smiled at me with her thanks and gratitude, going back to Moony to discuss just what was seeping out from my ear.
"Well, I think that it was dark magic, maybe one of them jinxed him with some spell that causes boils to pop out in the place where it hits—I did see him get hit there once. Maybe if that's the spell, then the boil burst and that… puss came out…" Lily suggested like she was desperately trying to find the answer. Remus shrugged, not sure what the answer will be. He turned his gaze towards me and moved towards me as well, touching the tip of his wand to just below my ear. I could feel some of the puss come out and he pulled the stuff back, looking at it; his light hazel eyes scanning the tip of his wand with curiosity and interest. If I knew anyone that would be fascinated with their mate's ear puss coming out, and said puss was unidentifiable, it would be Moony.
"You better watch it, Potter!" Regulus shouted at me, reaching into his robes and pulling out his wand. He raised the piece of wood and pointed the tip right at my chest. "Stupefy!" he shouted, a jet of red light coming from his wand and hitting me in the right shoulder. I grunted and flew back, hitting against a tree trunk and causing several different pears to fall to the ground.
I could see Padfoot fume at the sight of his brother hexing me, and that was going to be the last straw for him. Sirius turned and pulled out his own wand, and shouted "Locomotor Mortis!" making his wand point directly at his brother's legs just in time for the flash of light to hit him, causing his legs to bind together.
Regulus began flailing his arms in quick and small circles as he tried to keep what little balance that he had left; his body was wobbling from side to side as gravity began to take its toll on his state at the moment. The Slytherin fell to the ground and landed with a grunt, his nose snapping loudly as it came in contact with the hard stone.
A couple of passing by sixth years saw the act that Padfoot gave and pulled out their wands as well, dropping all books that they had in their arms and bags. They pointed the tips at Sirius and shouted "Furnuniculus!" Two jets of blue light shot from their wands, the light being fluid and moving in perfect curves as they joined together and hit Sirius in the jugular vein. His skin started to break out in large red boils all over his neck, and they began to climb their way up his neck and onto his face.
"OI!" Rebecca yelled at the students as she ran to them and fired a silent jinx at the two, effectively knocking them straight to their backs. Right after she checked that they were down for the moment, she sprinted to the two of us and helped Sirius and I up from our positions on the ground. Her black hair was slightly tousled from her sudden spell, and she was out of breath—but fine nonetheless.
"Are you two alright?" She demanded, eyes flickering between the two of us. Rebecca didn't even give us a moment to answer her. "How the bloody hell did the two of you start this? How did this happen? Are you trying to get detentions with McGonagall for the rest of the year? Wait—don't answer that last one…"
"Rebecca, we're fine, and we didn't start it—they did." Sirius defended for the both of us, pointing to the four down Slytherins in front of us.
"And we're going to finish it." Jonathan Avery stated proudly from his standing post in front a small group of Slytherins.
The muscles in my back instantly went as stiff as a board, my spine shooting straight up and my hand tightening around the engraved handle in my wand. I could feel my anger getting to a dangerous point, the bubbles about to overflow and slip out through my wand.
Rebecca and Sirius stood as well, Rebecca holding her stance tightly—showing them that she was not weak to them but a strong witch. Sirius stood tall, his chin out in front of him as he glared down his nose at the group of students that stood in front of us.
"We don't want any trouble, Avery." Rebecca sneered at the boy, her eyes narrowing into small slits.
Avery threw back his head and laughed at the statement, as if she were a comedian and not being serious about every word that came from her mouth. The sounds of his laughter sent cold chills rippling down my spine, it felt like Avery was laughing over a murder and was proud of it. My arms and neck erupted in Goosebumps.
"Oh, little girl─" Rebecca sneered at the title "—if only you knew that you were the one to hex us and we have the right to finish what your boyfriend here started." He stated as if it were the law.
"You have the right? It was self defense you gits! Don't you know anything after all that Slughorn has taught you about what goes on around us and you jus─"
"Stupefy!" One of the several Slytherins shouted, hitting Rebecca in the arm and causing her to fling backwards. She hit the wall behind her hard and Sirius began to fume beside me, blood running straight to his face—making his face flush with rage.
"Impedimenta!" Sirius shouted, and so the larger fight started with several more students coming in and firing their jinxes at the opposing students.
The fight seemed to begin and end so fast that my head was hurting just trying to recall how it all started and who was trying to jinx or curse who. When Lily and Remus came in, the fight had been going on for several minutes and they seemed to help us drastically…
Several of the Slytherins had already resorted to tearing and gripping anything that they could get their hands on in order to distract us. The Gryffindor Quidditch team was already in on the fight and firing at whomever they could, and trying to help those that were cursed and couldn't move.
The wooden door to Professor McGonagall's office opened and a fifth year Gryffindor walked out, dirt covering just about every inch of skin that was exposed to the outside. The old professor seemed to hold the authoritative demeanor and was scowling at all those that were left of the fight.
"Those of you whom I know were just joining in as bystanders may leave. Potter, Black—both of you, Snape, Evans, Lupin, Pettigrew, Woods, and Avery come in here—now." She ordered, turning and walking back into the room.
I rose with Lily and the two of us walked into the room, hand-in-hand, and the rest of those that were in Gryffindor were either in front of us or beside us. Snape and Regulus trudged behind us, their feet dragging against the flooring and both of their heads hung low. Avery seemed pleased that he was caught in his act; he was hoping that Gryffindor was going to get the short end of the stick when it came to the punishment.
McGonagall sat at her desk, looking at the lot of us like she was staring each and every one of us down to get the culprit. "Would one of you like to tell me how this started?" She asked, looking up at us above the thin frames of her spectacles. Her eyebrows rose in expectation of someone to come forward and give her the tale of what happened—whether it is true or false. When not one person volunteered to come clean, the professor made the choice for us. "Mr. Snape, could you please tell me what happened?" She asked.
"Regulus and I were just walking to our next class, Professor, and then Potter and Black came up to us and just began to coax us to starting a duel." He lied smoothly. "When we just walked on, it sort-of set them off and Potter hexed me and then Regulus followed to him in self defense."
"And then what happened?" McGonagall pressed, not even looking up from the small pile of parchment on her desk.
"Sirius jinxed Regulus and then Avery came in to help us, and Rebecca began to swear at us—the fight broke out after that, Professor. I was hit several times and I noticed that more and more students were just coming in and aiming random spells at us; some of them even being Dark Magic, too. The Gryffindors were outnumbering the Sytherins when the Quidditch teams started to come in and get into the fight too… It wasn't until Professor Flitwick and Slughorn came in that the fighting stopped…" Snape began to make his eyes tear up—trying to give Professor McGonagall the sympathy card. I fought the horribly strong urge and impulsion to roll my eyes to the back of my head.
"That's a bold face lie!" Sirius shouted, his face beginning to turn red from his anger.
"Professor, he's telling you a complete lie!" Lily added on from right beside me, taking a step forward and squeezing my hand tightly.
McGonagall held up a hand to silence Lily and Sirius as they shouted that Snape was telling her a lie, her old wrinkled hand not moving once it was in the air. Lily and Sirius instantly stopped talking and both of them stepped back, Lily automatically taking my hand in hers; I squeezed her hand for support but hers remained limp in my own. We all stood waiting in utter silence as McGonagall stood bent over her desk and thought about the words that were going to come out of her mouth.
I could feel my jaw tense more and more as each second ticked by that the professor stood at her desk, thinking. Lily stood beside me with a poker face well played, her hand still remained limp in my own—never moving and not even taking the time to wrap her fingers around mine. I admired her for keeping everything that I know was running through her mind to herself so that she didn't get into even deeper trouble.
"I wish to here from Mr. Lupin next on what he saw of the fight and just how he got in it." She spoke out after at least five minutes of painfully silent thinking.
Snape barged through the grand oak doors that lead to the castle and threw his book bag to the side, forgetting about it completely; he pulled his wand from his robes and immediately dove into the battle, not caring who he hit just as long as it wasn't a Slytherin.
He turned towards me and smiled, showing me each and every one of his yellowing disgusting teeth; his deep black eyes glinting with evil. He raised the dark wand that was in his hand and cast a non-verbal spell, sending a flash of orange light right towards my eyes.
My mind sped into overdrive and I immediately muttered,"Protego!" and made a quick swing of my wand upwards, creating a shield for the curse to bounce off. Snape sneered as his Conjunctivitis jinx went off and hit a seventh year Slytherin in the eyes, causing him to have temporary impaired vision.
"Potter, you'll pay for that!" Snape shouted, his eyes glowing with his outright rage and hatred.
"Or what Severus Snape?" I heard someone yell from behind me, a much more feminine voice then any of those that were fighting—and Rebecca was all the way over next to Sirius. I turned slightly, making my neck crane to find Lily striding over with her wand clasped in her hand and her face nearly as angered as Snape's . "What are you going to do, Snape?" She challenged, taking her stance for dueling and having her wand completely at the ready.
Snape tilted his head back and laughed at her, as if Lily were some form of a joke that I did on April Fool's Day. "Oh, you don't know just how much I have been waiting for this day, Mudblood." Snape sneered as he lowered into his dueling stance as well.
My blood boiled within me as the last word left his lips, the practical curse word echoing in my ears. I frowned deeply and stood in my stance as well—only giving the toerag a chance as that because of Lily.
"Stupefy!" Snape shouted, casting one of the easiest spells that we have ever been taught during our entire education in Hogwarts. Lily easily blocked the spell and sent out a non-verbal one herself, throwing her body out of the way just in time for a confudus charm to miss her. The charm went flying to the Slytherin girl behind her, getting ready to throw a hex, hitting her right in the gut—she dropped her wand and began to wander around.
Lily's spell hit Snape square in the chest and bounced him back, making him hit the stone wall that was behind him, taking two others with him. She dashed to me right after, her lightning green eyes wide with her fury and worries.
"Are you alright?" She asked, looking me over once to survey the amount of injuries that I had on my body.
I smiled at her and nodded, showing her that I was perfectly fine—Lily gave me an encouraging smile in return. "I', fine, just a few cuts and scrapes; I've had worse from just going out into my front yard." I teased. Lily gave a slight giggle, despite the situation.
"Sectusempra!" Someone yelled from just a short distance away from Lily and me. A light came hurtling toward us and hit Lily right on her shoulder, and she gasped and gave a slight scream in her pain, falling to the ground. On her way down, her hair seemed to be floating around her, as if someone hit the off switch on gravity for a moment and Lily was the only person that took effect, tears were brimming on her eyes as her pain rose in her throat and spread the burning through her body. Her right hand went up to the spot where the hex hit and gripped it tightly, and a deep red blood seeped through, staining her perfect black robes. Her robes were ripped where the hex hit as well, as her white button down shirt, showing her perfectly white skin that was flawless in every way. A huge red gash was circling around her arm, as if someone took a sword and slashed at the arm but didn't quite cut it off.
"Lily!" I screamed, my voice just as loud— if not louder—than her own screams of pain. My mind jumped to speed as I thought of spells. I healed her as well as I could for a student that didn't bother to take those classes.
"Who is with you?" I asked, moving her behind a tree where Sirius was nursing a cut on his side.
"Remus and I came from potions, following Snape; he was running to get to the fight." Lily gasped as I set her down on the cobblestone. "I don't know where he is now." She whispered, either to me or herself, as she worked on her own wounds that didn't heal.
I craned my neck and grazed my eyes over all the people that were involved in the fight, not finding Moony anywhere. I even went back and looked twice at each person that was in the courtyard and found no trace of Moony at all.
"What are you looking for James?" A male voice asked from behind me.
"I'm looking for Moony, but he's deep in that fight… I don't know where the bloody hell he could be. That might be—" I gasped pointing at a mass on the edge of the fight "—oop, no that's Peter running away. Where the hell is he?" I asked to no one in particular, just wanting to know where my friend is.
I heard a familiar laugh and two girlish giggles from behind me, along with an easy chuckle. I could feel my brow furrowed as I thought of where I hear the familiar laugh before…
"Why don't you look the other way, Prongs?"
I turned only to find Moony standing right behind me the entire time that I was looking for him; blood rushed to my cheeks in my untimely embarrassment.
Remus accounted for the story, starting from where he and Lily were rushing to catch up with Snape after potions, right to where McGonagall came in and stopped everything, keeping the entire story to the truth and nothing different from it. About every other sentence she would nod her head, or tap lightly against the wood of her desk as each word flew out from Moony's mouth; I could feel my anxiety pile up each time she made a movement.
By the end of the story, Professor McGonagall seemed to have already had her mind set on one conclusion.
"Mr. Snape, I asked you to give me an account as to what happened with the fight and you clearly have lied to me with the reaction that I received from the Gryffindors here; so as a punishment for lying on such a tremendous account, you will receive two weeks of detention with me—and the same goes for you, Regulus Black. Now, just for causing a fight, you all will receive a week's worth a detention with me, and the Slytherins better go to Professor Slughorn and speak with him about this as well. Am I understood?" She asked, glowering at all of us over the rims of her small round glasses.
All of us turned and walked to the door, the Slytherins reaching and heading out first—not even bothering a look back. Once we were all out of earshot of the Professor, I sighed and smiled—slinging my arm around Lily's shoulders to relax after being tense for so long.
"Well," I smiled, looking around at all of the people that I would be spending every night with for the next week, "I can say that I've had worse." I laughed.
MUST READ AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I am finally done with this mega long and hard chapter… but I'm sad to see it end, not the story—just the chapter.
Alright, so you now know what happened when Lily and Lupin got out of class in the last chapter, so I hope that this was good.
I am dead tired and most of this was written and most likely edited in the middle of the night so excuse some of the lack in vocabulary and description. I know that it's been forever since I've updated, but Owl and I can promise that so much has happened with emotions that it would have affected the writing somehow. I hope that you guys forgive me and that you still will read and review.
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