Yes, I know. The time I have spent writing this chapter is unacceptable. Please forgive me.
I'm going to start off with thanking you all for the reviews I got for the previous two chapters :D And hi to you too ;)
The Grady sisters – It depends what kinds of fanfictions you like. If you want a good, long romance, I would recommend 'Nobody Sees Me Wishing' by solitaireclay07. It's a Sirius x OC, and I read it at least 10 times. For any other fanfictions I'd recommend, you should check out my profile and the 21 stories that I favourited. Maybe one of them will catch your eye.
Kgrl – It's not really that personal, it's just that Ivy decided that I'm not worth her time and started spreading rumours about me, as well as hanging out with my bullies. I honestly don't speak to her anymore.
Kokotheevilone – Thanks a lot for pointing that out! Yes, it was a mistake, but I corrected it. Thanks again.
PonygalBlack0911 – Yes, there will be another sequel (Jay's 5th year), and then a sequel to that (Jay's 7th year). Then maybe, if I don't grow bored of the story, I might carry on with her children in Hogwarts, or something like that. All depends on how well this goes.
Also, out of plain curiosity, is anyone else here a fan of danisnotonfire and amazingphil? I was literally fangirling today (I'm writing this on Sunday, btw) while watching their show on bbc 1, and I think I have become more obsessed then I though I could ever be. Every Sunday I just post a load of random shit about them on my twitter (which is dee_crazyymeee if any of ya stalkers want to follow (just joking) ;)). So does anyone love them at least half as much as I do?
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The Five Marauders, Year Three
Chapter 36
The morning was most definitely not the most pleasant.
"Jamie! Get up, for Merlin's sake!"
"Go away Lily," I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.
"I swear that if you don't get up now, I'll curse your pillow to bit you when you sleep," The red-haired girl warned.
"Jus' five mo' min'ts," I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow Lily was threatening to hex.
"You said that half an hour ago!" She exclaimed, "If you're not up within five minutes I'll make Black send you a howler."
With that, my best friend stalked into the bathroom.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with what should be a painful thud. I slowly squinted my eyes, letting them adjust to the light. It just so happened that I landed in the spot by the bed where the sun always shines through the curtain. Judging by the light, it seemed to be a late morning.
Without getting up from the floor, I let my eyes wonder to the clock and calendar on my bedstand. The clock read 10:37am, and the calendar…
Sunday, 11th May.
Oh shit.
I was instantly awake and jumping around my bed, trying to get my quidditch gear as well as my casual clothes to wear afterwards sorted. I didn't even see the satisfied grin belonging to my fiery friend as I rushed past her and into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
It was probably a record actually, for me at least. I managed to get dressed, washed and got my tangled hair under control within five minutes, and soon I was sprinting towards the Great Hall to have some rushed breakfast before the game.
I literally only just grabbed a piece of toast before the team was dragging me towards the pitch to get ready for the match.
"Remember team, we only need to be 180 points ahead to be first in points. This means that we need to be at least three goals ahead of the Slytherins when Margaret catches the snitch. I'm not saying we have to trash the Slytherins so badly, but it would be nice. I am, however saying that we need to win this game. If we don't, we're out of the finals.
"Now, Jamie and Sirius, it's up to you two to keep the team safe and well. We all know the Slytherins play dirty, and if the need comes, we will too. I would suggest to do what you did last time against Slytherins, where you," Our amazing captain indicated me, "went after Malfoy, Nott and their seeker, whatever his name is, while you," Harry turned to Sirius, "went after the rest, as well as both of you protecting the team as much as possible."
"That wasn't exactly intentional," I informed, "Malfoy, Nott and Parkinson were simply being rude, and I decided to slightly punish them."
Sirius let out a bark of laughter, "Slightly punish them? You sent all three to the bloody hospital wings for a whole week!"
"And helped us win the game," Harry grinned, "Now, you two just play as you always do, and we'll be fine. As for chasers…"
"HELLOOOO AND WELCOME TO WHAT WILL PROBABLY BE THE BEST MATCH OF THE SEASON! THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S SLYTHERIN VS GRYFFINDOR TODAY," Peter began his usual commentary, "HERE COMES THE BEST TEAM HOGWARTS HAS SEEN IN MANY YEARS, LEAD BY OUR CAPTAIN AND KEEPER, HARRY TONE!"
As we entered the pitch, many cheers erupted from over 3/4 of the stands, all dressed in gold and red and supporting Gryffindor banners, all screaming the popular chant at the top of their voices.
"THE THREE CHASERS OF THE DECADE, JAMES POTTER, REMUS LUPIN AND ALFONSO YOUNG ARE SURE TO ROCK THIS PITCH TONIGHT!"
More cheers for the beloved chasers.
"THE TWO SUPERB BEATERS WHO ARE SURE TO LAND THE OPPOSING TEAM IN ST MUNGOS, THE HEARTBREAKER SIRIUS BLACK AND THE BELOVED JAMIE WHITE."
I was actually quite surprised at the amount of noise the Gryffindors (mainly) made when our names were called out. we really must have been very popular.
"AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE AWESOME SEEKER WHO WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY, THE NIECE OF THE STIFFEST TEACHER IN THE SCHOOL…"
"MR PETTIGREW!" McGonagall's voice could be heard.
"SORRY MA'AM. YES, THE NIECE OF OUR WONDERFUL PROFESSOR McM, MARGARET MCGONAGALL!"
I could actually say that without a doubt, it was Margaret who got the most cheers. She went beetroot red at the attention, but a large grin almost split her face in half.
"And now the Slytherins," Peter said with a very bored voice, "Malfoy, Nott, Longsteel, and a bunch of other guys who's names I don't know."
Boos erupted from the gold and red part of the stands, but they were still almost out done by the green and silver section, who was cheering at the top of their lungs whilst glaring at Peter (only Slytherins can multitask like that…)
"The captains are shaking hands… BREAK MALFOY'S HAND TONE!" Peter exclaimed, earning a smack on the head from McGonagall.
"Sorry Ma'am. AND THEY'RE OFF!"
The game was honestly a blur. Both teams played their best, and managed to score many points for their teams. After an intense two hours, the score was tied at 110, and yet neither team showed any signs of tiredness. If anything, the high scores made both teams up their game in hunger for the win.
Harry was a superb chaser. He managed to save the majority of goals, although thanks to our three chasers there weren't that many attempts. I think me and Sirius did a pretty good job at protecting the team, since the only people hit with the bludgers so far were Harry and I (I'm positively sure that I had a broken rib from where the bludger hit me, but no pain bothered me).
Though the Slytherins were playing amazingly, everyone could say that it was the Gryffindors who ruled the pitch today. True, for the first two hours the skill of both teams seemed to be evenly matched, but during the third hour, we finally decided to play our best.
And so three and a half hours into the game, the Gryffindors were fifty points ahead, and the Slytherins began to fear. How did we know? They began to play more brutally then ever.
The Slytherin chasers no longer cared about any strategy, they just plain out attacked our chasers to steal the quaffle. Even their seeker stopped searching for the snitch, and their keeper left the hoops and helped the chasers steal the quaffle. But worst of all were Nott and Malfoy: The beaters. They no longer cared about how many fouls they'd commit, as long as a bludger connected with somebody's body. Sirius and I, however, managed to keep up and save our team most of the time. Most.
"What's up McGonagall? Can't find the snitch?" I heard Nott yell from the other side of the pitch.
"Maybe this will help your sight," Malfoy yelled from the other side of our seeker.
Before I could do anything, a bludger connected with Malfoy's bat, and was sent flying towards our seeker's head. The sickening crunch from where the bludger made contact could be heard even from where I floated.
The whole stadium held their breath as Margaret fell off her broom, and came tumbling towards the ground. I actually think I could hear a collective sigh of relief when Remus (All praise his quick thinking) sped towards the falling girl and caught her mid-air.
She was just a numb figure in Remus' arms, and it was obvious Malfoy's bludger knocked her out cold. I watched as Francis Grove ran towards his girlfriend once Remus had her safe on the ground, while the young Madam Hooch called a time-out and began reprimanding the two beaters.
The entire Gryffindor team gathered around Margaret, and we were all terrified to see the blood pouring from her head.
"I'll take her to the Hospital Wing," Francis said, but as he was about to leave, two familiar figures appeared.
"No, we'll take her," Lily, the ever so helpful one, said, "You need to take her place."
He was about to argue, when I stepped in.
"Francis, she's right. We need you, and they can definitely take care of her."
"Pass her here, I'll carry her," Ivy said, taking the unconscious girl.
Slowly, Margaret was passed to the older girl, and soon all three were gone.
Just in time too, since at that moment Hooch's whistle was blown, signalling the resume of the game.
The team, now with our reserve playing seeker, rose into our positions, and the game was resumed. However, Francis stopped me just before I flew off.
"Jamie!" He exclaimed, "Make sure Malfoy gets one or two bludgers to the head as well, will you?"
"Of course," I grinned, before resuming my play.
Altogether, the game lasted four hours and sixteen minutes. In the end, our fantastic reserve managed to catch the snitch, making the score 210-410 to Gryffindor.
We met in a massive group hug in mid-air, and slowly floated to the ground, all cheering and celebrating as if we'd won the cup, not just the game. But of course, their loss was not taken well by the Slytherins. The moment our group split up, they began to do what Slytherins do best: pick fights.
"I just hope the bludger permanently disfigured McGonagall's face. I mean, it's not like it could get any worse," Malfoy said, loud enough for our group to hear.
I could see Francis tense up, and so I moved next to him to hold him down.
"Honestly! Why do they even let girls on the Gryffindor team? A little hit by a bludger and they're out cold," Nott added.
"Might I remind you Nott," I said through clenched teeth, "how last year I knocked you out and off your broom with a light bludger to the stomach. You weren't saying anything about weak girls then."
"Oh, but aren't you the weak girl who was almost raped by her beloved boyfriend?" Malfoy asked with a glare.
It was Francis' turn to hold me down. My teeth were clenched, as were my hands, and I was using every little bit of my will power to stop myself from attacking the older Slytherins.
"Or was it all just a lie to make yourself more popular and desirable?" Malfoy asked, looking up and down my body, "With the way you dress that will never happen. Plus, you're way too ugly to ever even dream of having a proper boyfriend. You're just unlovable."
I launched myself at the fifth-year, but before I could do any damage, I was being held back by half of the team.
Nott let out a laugh, "See? Not only unlovable, but also too weak to fight us. I bet the only reason they're holding you back is because they know you couldn't do any damage to a fly."
"Nott, guess what," A very familiar voice sounded from behind the fifth-year.
Said Slytherin turned, and a fist connected with his nose.
"Don't you ever insult my friends," Deanna growled as Nott fell to his knees, clutching his broken nose.
I was pretty astounded by the Hufflepuff, so much in fact that I actually forgot to struggle against the boys holding me back.
"You filthy mudblood!" Malfoy yelled, and pushed my friend to the ground.
That was definitely the last straw for me. With a loud war cry, I broke free and attacked Malfoy, punching, kicking, scratching and biting. But the Slytherin didn't seem to care that I was a girl, and attacked back as fiercely as I did. I could hear more battle cries as the remaining team members joined into the fight, and soon all teachers were on the field pulling us all apart.
"SILENCE!" Dumbeldore's frightening voice rang across the field.
All fighters halted, except for Malfoy and I. We were too engrossed in causing each other harm to even somewhat pay attention to what was going on.
It was only when two invisible forces pulled the pair of us apart that we realised that the fighting stopped. I was grabbed by Sirius, while Malfoy was held back by Nott as Dumbledore stared at us with a furious expression, the twinkle from his eye nonexistent.
"Violence at Hogwarts is against the rules, you should all know that!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "It is strictly forbidden, whether magical or muggle, and everyone who has participated in this fight will be punished accordingly by their head of house! Ms Charm, Ms White and Mr Malfoy, I would like to speak to you in my office. Follow me. Professor Brooke, do come too."
"Your lip's bleeding," Deanna whispered to me as we walked behind Malfoy, who was following Dumbledore and Ivy.
"Look at all the fucks I give," I growled, silently glaring at Malfoy's back.
"No need to be rude about it," She whispered, "I'm just telling you that you have a cut lip."
"I can taste the blood, thank you very much."
"You mean, the pain doesn't bother you?" She asked, slightly surprised, "You can practically see your teeth through the cut."
"I don't feel pain," I said, with a tone that clearly meant 'end of topic'.
The rest of the walk was spent in silence, until we finally arrived at the entrance of the headmaster's office.
"Do enter," He invited.
We did as asked and took three of four chairs that were stood opposite the headmaster's desk.
"Miss Charm, I will start with you. You are a new student at this school, however this does not mean you will be let off. I take from what I saw that you were the one to start the fight, am I right?"
"Physically, yes. Verbally, no," She replied.
"Well then, you will be punished for physically starting a fight," Dumbledore said, "For the next month you are to have detention with Professor Brooke in any way she sees fit. You may leave now."
"Yes sir," Deanna said, and left the office without a single look back.
"Now, as for you two," Dumbledore said, "As much as I hate giving punishments, I do have to do this.
"I have warned the pair of you many times in the previous yeast for the many fights you have gotten into. However, today I believe you have gone a step too far. As for now, I have no punishment fit for the pair of you, it's something I will need to consult with Professor Brooke. And therefore I will ask both of you to come to her office during breakfast tomorrow to receive your punishments. You may go."
So for those who are wondering, the reason I haven't updated for two weeks is that I've been rehearsing every night (including weekends) for Joseph, and therefore I've been coming home knackered and unable to concentrate on my homework, much less writing this fanfiction. However yesterday I've finally had my final performance, and we are finished. No more rehearsals or excuses.