PART 43

While Professor McGonagall talked about the power of love, the chaps talked about last night.

"So the idea," said James, "was to make Voldemort think you had been eaten by an ass wang. But who's to say someone like your brother isn't going to tell him that you're very much alive?"

Sirius smiled sweetly. "I don't think he wants me to die."

"Snape, then. Your many cousins. Your middle name has always been whatever the antonym to discretion is. Your other middle name, apart from Proxima Centauri I mean."

"Well Moony reasons in this way, that the Dark Lord would never admit to having been outsmarted. And I'm inclined to agree. As long as I'm not trying to compete for the throne, he can afford to forget about me. I am of no threat, in his mind."
"Thanks now I am satisfied. Let's change the subject then. Hey, to think that the Pomfrey we found at St Mungos was actually her evil twin, Periwinkle Pomfrey."

"So happy to hear all that was resolved as well."

The chaps listened a bit to Professor McGonagall.

"The power of love. I am delighted that we will be moving on to a different subject next week, at last. The power of love, then. You may laugh at how fluffy it is, but it can be a power to be reckoned with. Not just in a symbolic and fluffy way, but in a visible, measurable way. Doctor Pomfrey, for example. She was perceived to be a threat to earwyrms. So much so that she was transformed into a cactus plant by her evil twin Periwinkle Pomfrey, who we have all mistaken for our own Doctor Pomfrey. If Professor Slughorn hadn't suddenly fallen in love with the cactus, and in this way up heaved the magic and gained a lawsuit, who knows for how much longer Doctor Pomfrey would have been a cactus for. So there's that."

It was difficult to devise exercises to practice the power of love that weren't against society laws, so Professor McGonagall had done a lot of talking and very little demonstrating. Her chalk began to click against the blackboard again.

Sirius had gotten hold of Cas's latest Spockoy fanfic, and now James was reading it.

"'Damn it, Spock!' the medical man put into words. 'You're such a machine! It's like you have no heart!' The figure with the helmet hair blinked away some tears. 'It's because you broke it'"

Sirius had the next page.

"'Sometimes' verbalized the spaceship healer, 'you have to break something before you can mend it' Then the older bloke with the weird body structure pulled the one with the weird eyebrows closer to him and kissed him hard in the Starship Enterprise kitchen where they had gone for some frozen space food and kissed him hard and then-"

And then Professor McGonagall took 50 points from Gryffindor and confiscated the fanfics.

Cas sat nearby.

"I am so inspired!" she whispered, eagerly scribbling away. "I am writing a fic right now, about how Spock is kidnapped by the Romulans, who are basically a race similar to Vulcans but more evil I think, and then Bones has to cure him with the power of love. Make of that what you will!"

Professor McGonagall shushed her and continued to talk. The chaps continued to not really listen. Not even McGonagall listened.

"You seemed to be in good condition after the operation, Padfoot," said James. "Of course then Moony had to drop you on the head. Then when you were still evil I thought, maybe that was why. Because Moony dropped you on the head. What really happened?"

"Look Prongs," said Sirius. "Moony asked for consent, that is ALL you have to know."
"I just want you to know that if you did any hard kissing, that is OKAY!"

"What?" said Peter. He had recovered from the swan attack yesterday

"Gee thanks!" said Sirius. "Do we also have you permission to marry!"

"Ok but no cross-dressing! Oh wear what you want, I don't care! I'll be the maid of honour!"

It wasn't always easy to keep up with such fast changing times.