Marauders & Snape vs Oregon

by madamefaust

MWPP and Snape play Oregon Trail. Some summary eh? It's much better than I make it sound, believe me. It's kind of the same thing as my other HP fic, so if you like that you'll like this one. Note: Peter-friendly

10. Fort Hall

{One more quicky disclaimer: I don't own either of the songs I parodied and I don't want them. If certain parts in this chapter offend some religious groups of people who like the so-called "Christian rock", sorry ahead of time.}

Quick recap of my little character code:

Remus is ~ ~

Sirius is ( )

James is ^ ^

Peter is

Snape is * *

The Voice, aka me, is { }

Bad water.

    We lost the trail for 2 days.

^Where did we find it?^

(Your back pocket.)

~Not surprising considering the time-~

^Don't tell the story!^

~But, it's so funny-~

^Stuff it, or I'll tell about the time when you were in the Charms corridor and McGonagall-^

~Alright! I'll clam up.~

    We lost 34 pounds of food due to spoilage.

July 10, 1848

Remus has a fever.

~No! Voice, save me!~

(::a la a TV evangelist, even with a cheesy southern accent:: Do you believe in the power of the Voice!)

~::also with southern accent:: Yes! Save me Voice!~

(Do you want to receive the Voice!)

~Yes! I believe! I believe!~

(Let the power of the Voice come over you and the glory of the Voice shine around you and you shall be sav-ed!)

~Amen Voice!~

^Alleluia!^

::singing:: Go down voice! Way down to Remus's head! Tell 'ol fever to let our Remus go!

*::edges away::*

~Ihay eelfay hetay owerpay ofhay hetay oiceVay!~

(He speaks in tongues! The Voice is with us now ::hold up a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages:: Bless this most holy book oh Voice!)

^::singing and swaying:: Shine Voice, oh shine! Fill this room with your power and glory!^

(::puts his hands on Remus's head:: Receive the power of the Voice!)

~::falls to the ground in a overly-dramatic swoon::

(::does the same to James and Peter::)

^::fall to the ground::^

(::turns to Snape, hands raised::)

*Oh no! Absolutely not! ::runs to the door::*

Mrs Potter: What are you doing up there?

James: ::sits up:: Nothing!

Mrs Potter: Whatever it is I can hear you all the way down here. Knock it off! You aren't hurting Severus, are you?

Sirius: We're trying to save his soul-

Remus: ::with a hand over Sirius's mouth:: No! We're sorry for bothering you. We'll shut up.

Mrs Potter: Thank you.

July 12, 1848

    We lost the trail for 2 days.

~Now where'd we find it?~

(Peter's trunk.)

*I thought Pettigrew was dead.*

^He is, but no one said we couldn't take his stuff after he kicked the bucket.^

Glad to know I'm being helpful.

July 17, 1848

    No water.

    We have reached Fort Hall.

(Oh I like this song! Skip to my lou my darling! Lou lou, skip to my lou! Lou lou-)

^::smothers Sirius with a pillow::^