Year One: Chapter Ten
Severus's Hour


Still rewriting this chapter. Please wait patiently. Thank you!


The warm summer air soon left Hogwarts as October came around the corner. Remus, once again, had to visit his mother, so he was gone. The three rushed out of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Just get a cage for that thing, Peter!" Sirius hollered back at him.

"I can't, Sirius, he's claustrophobic," Peter answered.

"Wait, how can a rat be claustrophobic?" James stopped in place.

"Gee, I don't know. Talk to rat boy here!" Sirius exclaimed.

"He doesn't like small spaces, what else can I say!"

"That's pretty pathetic if you can tell what your rat is thinking, Peter. Crazy, more like it," Sirius corrected himself.

"I happen to like rats."

"Then grow up and marry one."

"Ignore Sirius, Peter," James replied. "He's like that to everyone when he's hungry. Watch this. Hey, Sirius! You run like a girl!"

"So, at least I don't run like a hippo going on a carb diet!"

"See, Peter. Don't worry about it," James assured him. They had reached the entrance to the Great Hall's doors when they heard a low voice from a corner say," Hey, Sirius. Get over here."

Sirius looked down at his rumbling stomach wistfully and then mumbled, "I'll catch you guys later." He walked around the corner.

"Shh," James warned Peter. They quietly followed him and listened behind a column.

"What are you doing here!" he spat at a girl. Her pitch-black hair was pulled back. "You graduated already."

"What do you think your doing hanging out with all of those Mudblood lovers?" she questioned.

"They're nothing like you, why would you be friends with them," Narcissa added.

"They're my friends, and you two gits have no right to talk about them like that," Sirius coldly replied. The girl with black hair grabbed his collar and dragged him closer to her face.

"What'd you call us!" she hollered, covering his face with spit.

"Why don't you guys just leave me alone, Bellatrix?" Sirius inquired smartly.

"Forget your in Gryffindor, you can still be friends with us," Narcissa remarked coldly.

"I was never friends with you bitches to begin with," Sirius said.

"So you'd rather be friends with that damn Potter and the other two brats instead?" Bellatrix asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Sirius replied coolly. She raised her hand to strike him, but Narcissa grabbed her in midair.

"He's worthless, Bellatrix, don't even bother with him," she remarked. Bellatrix threw Sirius down on the cold, tile floor.

"You're no Black, Sirius. You're not even worthy to share the name," Bellatrix hissed at him.

"And I'm ruddy happy I'm not!" he hollered as the two went back to the Great Hall. Sirius muttered more under his breath as he picked himself off of the floor.

"Come on," James whispered. He and Peter ran to the Great Halls and opened its enormous doors. They found a few empty places at the end of the table and quickly made themselves a seat there.

"Pretend you didn't hear a word," James whispered. "Just start eating."

Peter's small eyes shot to the entrance door again as Narcissa came through. He glared at them, then received a sharp nudge in his elbow.

"What did I just say?" James asked. The doors opened again and Sirius came through them and slouched beside James.

"You okay?" James inquired, concerned.

"Yeah," Sirius said roughly.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" James sighed and nodded his head.

"Hey Potter! Black! Take a look at this!" Frank passed them down a newspaper. Sirius grabbed it and began reading aloud:

"'Hogsmeade residents state the Shrieking Shack is haunted'"

"Wait, what's the Shrieking Shack?" Peter asked.

"It's a building off of Hogsmeade. You know what Hogsmeade is, right?" James said.

"Yes!" Peter said indignantly. Sirius continued reading.

"'The Shrieking Shack, what the villagers call it, is a building outside if Hogsmeade. Last night at approximately 9:17 p.m., loud howling and screaming rung through the building. Earlier reports followed a month ago at around the same time. More suspicions are rising since both nights were full moons. Hogsmeade villagers say that restless spirits haunt the house. Hogwarts-'"

"Spirits! You mean ghost! It's haunted!" Peter stammered. James rolled his eyes and looked over at him.

"In case this hasn't already occurred to you, Peter, Hogwarts is haunted, too, or did you forget?" Peter blushed cherry red as Sirius continued reading the article.

"'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's headmaster, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, surprisingly agrees with these rumors and says that the spirit of Victor the Vicious and many others from his gang have taken inhabitance of the rundown house.' Cool." Sirius handed the newspaper back to James. James gave it to Frank again.

"Thanks, Longbottom," James said.

"No problem, Potter."

"So where exactly did Remus say he was going to again?" Peter asked, changing the subject.

"Honestly Peter, he went to go visit his sick mum again, remember?" James replied.

"Hope she's okay," Peter mumbled.

"Yeah, let's," Sirius muttered.

"What is with you, Si? Any mention of his mum and you get this attitude," James inquired.

"Nothing, look," Sirius stood up. "I'm not all that hungry. I'm goin' back up to the dorm."

"'K," James called after him. Sirius departed from the Great Hall.

"'Could you imagine having people like that stalking you wherever you went?" Peter asked. James shook his head.

Shortly afterward, James and Peter followed Sirius's suit and left the Great Hall. They found themselves walking down a deserted corridor when Snape came around a corner.

"What are you two doing down here now?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be at the feast?"

"Well, Snivellus," James started coolly, "we have about as much a right to be here as you do."

"My name is Severus," he said, drawling out his wand.

"Ah, ah, ah. No dueling in the corridors, Snivelly," James continued.

"Call me that again and I'll hex you to next week," he threatened.

"Come in, Mother Earth, come in! Is that a nose or a planet!"

"EVERTE STATUM!" Snape shouted, and Peter was sent flying into a corner.

"PETER!" James turned to Snape and cast the first spell that came to his mind, "RICTUSEMPRA!"

He instantly started laughing and couldn't seem to stop. James ran to the unconscious Peter and lifted his head. A trickle of blood ran oozing down his face.

"FURNUNCULUS!" Snape shouted before laughing again. James took the curse head on. Grape sized boils appeared all over his body. He screamed in agony and shouted back, "TARANTALLEGRA!"

Severus started to do some sort of a foreign dance.

"STUPEFY!"


"Honestly, dueling in the hallway," James heard an voice beside him somewhere, but he didn't want to open his eyes. "And they wonder why they have to come here."

He finally opened his eyes. He was in an unfamiliar room. He reached for his glasses beside the beside stand and put them on.

He was in the school's infirmary, he had to be. There were about fourteen beds, but very few were being used. One had a pink flower curtain around it.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Finally, you're coming to," a woman came to his beside and left Peter's. James was about to ask her who she was before she stuffed a large block of chocolate in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. I'll be right back," she went into another room. Soon she came back with two bottles, which James quickly saw were a Sleeping Drought and a Blood-Replenishing Potion. She went behind the flower curtain.

"There, there, deary, it will all be over soon," he heard her say.

"Please no! Please, I'm only eleven, I've got my whole life ahead of me," James's eyes widened. He knew that voice…It was Remus!

"No one's going to kill you, Lupin, calm yourself, please," she reassured him. "Just let me get at these bandages.

"It stings," he moaned.

"Well I wouldn't expect it not to," she said quickly. "Here, drink this."

She appeared from behind the curtain again and left to put the bottles back.

Something didn't fit right here. Why was Remus here when he was supposed to be at his house helping his ill mother…?


A/N- Harry Potter and friends and everything else you recognize do not belonging to me as they are the property and creations of J.K. Rowling.