Sheer Idiocy

If someone would ask Sirius Black about what he had done on 12th of October 1977, he would say only two words:

Sheer Idiocy.

Now, what had he done? That tale is fit to tell your grandchildren about.

12th October, 1977

It was their seventh year. Sirius was in the heads' dorm, busy gagging himself. James had finally elicited a blush from one redhead, going by the name of Lily Marie Evans, and was ranting to the other Marauders about Lily 'greatness'. That greatness held everything from the way she had polished and designed her smallest toe on her right leg, to the way she would slap and yell at him.

"Prongs, please stop," Remus pleaded.

Not bloody likely, Sirius thought.

After pushing James in the shower, getting wet, dancing due to a jinx, getting drunk and being swooned at all in the span of 15 minutes, Sirius found himself walking to his Transfiguration classroom.

"Glad to know you finally decided to join us Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall said dryly. Sirius saluted her and walked to his seat, whistling casually.

"Today we are going to move to conjuring larger things. Before that, your homework on my table please," McGonagall waved her wand and 20 rolls of parchments landed on her desk.

"Now, as I was saying," Professor McGonagall continued "We will conjure larger things. If you mange to master this art, you would continue to conjure those things in a larger quantity. Today, we shall start with plush toys. If you don't remember what I taught you yesterday and didn't do your homework, this would not only result in deduction of points but you have to spend 15 minutes on reading chapter 5. Those who did the homework, began."

Sirius lazily took out his wand and concentrated on a toy. Immediately, a tabby cat toy appeared in his mind.

"Feles Apparent," he murmured. On the second try, a tabby cat appeared.

"Well done Mr. Black, 10 points to Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall approved.

"Thanks Professor, I can bet I can conjure a more detailed one though," Sirius smiled.

McGonagall pursed her lips.

"In fact," Sirius continued even though his brain was screaming him not to say those words but he kept going, "I could duel one."

He swallowed as McGonagall's lips thinned.

"Indeed Mr. Black?" She asked quietly.

"Yep," Sirius responded with fake smugness.

'Very well then." The professor turned on her heel and gazed at each student.

"Gryffindors you won the match against Slytherin yesterday?" She asked. Each and every Gryffindor nodded. "You stayed up late yesterday partying away?" Again more nods. "You had firewhisky in your party?"

Dead silence.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes," a voice said softly. Sirius whipped his head and found it was Lily.

"Who gave the dare to Mr. Black?"

"We all did," Marlene McKinnon, Sirius' girlfriend said loudly.

Mary, his fellow seventh year Gryffindor, glared at him.

"Professor, I'm sure I can make you trip," Sirius' voice wavered. The silence was heavy it was pushing at him from all sides. Oh why did he have to accept the dare? He could be happy to spend 7 minutes with Moony in the cupboard!

Before McGonagall could react and walk towards him, he quickly sent a tripping hex and prayed it wouldn't work?

Well what did you expect from Sirius Black? Failure? The day Peter joined Voldemort and betrayed his friends would he fail!

McGonagall tripped, fell to the ground and red sparks flew from her wand. He green robes whipped in he air.

"Black, detention, with the whole seventh year of Gryffindor house. Also, 50 points from Gryffindor, a piece for each of you seventh year students," McGonagall said through clenched jaws.

Present Time

And that was his moment of sheer idiocy. Sure, it had been a dare but it took a real idiotic man to act on his dare. It was his bloody pride's fault!

And what did Sirius get?

Lots of glares and hexes. He almost made them lose the cup. Not to mention, the all cleaned each of the classrooms in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Whatcha thinkin' mate?" James called.

"Remembering 10th October," he yelled.

"Oh that day you became an official mental hospital patient?" James laughed.

He preferred sheer idiocy.

A.N.: Written for Muggle Studies class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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