A/N: Thanks for your praise,
This one has more focus on Lily and
the not-yet-known-as, Marauders. This
one has less of Voldemort,so sorry to
his fans...Peace-ya-Jade.
'History of Magic…' Sirius complained, 'is the most boring subject to date.'
It was now September the fourth, and in the Daily Prophet, news of another
murder, presumably by Voldemort, of a Wizard name Christok Chug, who was
apparantly right in Voldemorts inner circle.
'I thought it was good!' mumbled Lily, her voice getting noticeably higher
as she continued.
'Yeah, but that's because you didn't know half of that stuff…' said Sirius,
flapping his hand.
'Are you suggesting' said Lily, perilously quiet, 'that I only like History
of Magic, because I am Muggle born?'
'No, I was saying that you don't know half of it, so you would find it
fascinating. I read the textbook, if you must know, and Hogwarts: A History
before school started, that's why I don't find it fascinating. I have read
all about it.' Sirius said, with a smug tone.
'Well then' said Lily, taken aback, 'I'm sorry, I apologise.'
'Twice!' said Sirius and the table fell out laughing as he was holding up a
chicken bone, grinning broadly.
'As long as we are all on speaking terms' said Remus.
'We are.' Said James, Sirius and Lily all at once in different tones. 'Here
comes Peter now' said James as if he was talking to himself.
'What happened with Professor Binns' asked Lily, concerned.
'I got detention' Peter said, looking close to tears, Sirius and James
suspected it was because of the ghost rather than anything else, 'I have to
go with Filch and -hicc- clean, the toi-toilets.'
James, Sirius and Remus laughed while Lily scowled and got herself worked up.
'Why do you have to clean the toilets? You didn't do anything! I was there!
You didn't do anything wrong. Don't blub!' Lily exploded.
'He -hicc- said that I was being discourteous to him, and accused me of
bigotry towards ghosts.'
Nearly Headless Nick laughed, sending his head, like a hinge, to the side
revealing some anatomy any of them didn't want to see.
'What did you do boy?' he asked merrily.
'I simply said, why is it being taught by a ghost, why not a live teacher?
It was under my breath too!'
'And he heard you?' Nearly Headless Nick (the Gryffindor Ghost) finished for him.
'Hicc-yeah' said Peter, again on the verge of tears. Sirius looked away, as
did James and Remus but Lily still had fire in her eyes.
'He can't do that, can he?' she fumed. 'All he said was, why didn't they
have a Professor that was alive?'
'Aah, but he might of taken offence, I don't know why he did, he doesn't
usually, but he might of this time. He feels it is bigotry to offend him
about being dead. Discrimination. We'll cop this when he comes down to the
dungeons after your detention.' Nearly Headless Nick explained carefully, but
he still was laughing.
'At least you don't have to go into the girls toilets…' said Filch from
behind them.
'Y-yes si-ir' stammered Peter.
'It should take you three hours, tops.' He replied.
'THREE HOURS!!' screeched Peter.
'Maybe more if you don't get the job done properly, if you don't clean all
the toilets, good and proper, you will have to do them all again for the week.'
Argus said threateningly.
'Now, now' said Nearly Headless Nick.
'Oh god, sorry Nick, but we must be off. We have to get to the dungeons for
potions.' James said to everyone at the table.
'With Slytherin' Sirius muttered darkly.
'Yes, we must be off' agreed Lily as she checked her watch.
Potions was in dungeon 5 and we had Professor Erb. She was very tall, though
about three feet shorter than Hagrid. She was very astute and Sirius and James
picked up that she wasn't a teacher that could easily be fooled. They sat
down, and Peter, who was furthest from James and Sirius, was picking his nose.
'I hope you don't eat that' mouthed Sirius, as he looked mortified at Peter.
Sirius nudged James and told him what happened. They both Sniggered and
Sirius passed this information onto Lily who passed it onto Remus.
'Hey!' Sirius said, 'Why am I sitting next to Lily? Get up' he said to James.
'No' said James firmly.
'Is there a problem boys?' a bright, high voice came from the opposite end of
the room in which they were sitting.
'No' said James quietly, but Sirius had other plans.
'Yes there is' he said, sighing as he said it melodramatically. He stopped.
'And it would be…' drawled Professor Erb. The class laughed.
'Oh yes, right. James here was just swapping seats with me because the glare
is bouncing off his glasses. There is an inconvenient candle that is causing
him some problems Professor. As these are our permanent seats (protests from
James) I thought I better swap with him so he could stop complaining.' Sirius
said, thinking quickly and beaming.
'How thoughtful of you Sirius. Two house points for your concern.' She said.
James swapped reluctantly and Remus, Sirius and Peter all sniggered privately,
their faces facing away from James and Lily.
'Sorry' James rumbled to Lily, swinging his seat out three feet than necessary
to the side where Sirius was sitting. He whimpered under his breath,
clutching his elbow.
'Potions is a very precise art of magic. They can take from minutes to months
to formulate. Be careful, some ingredients are very powerful, and everything
must be done to exact instructions because if they are not, it could become
the reverse to what you want. For Example: you are brewing a gnome deterring
potion, and it is slightly thinner and a dull brown, you know you have done
something wrong, but you are not sure what. It call give the gnome the power
to grow, or become stronger, or even to be able to charm someone and then
taking their wand. It is very important that it is done correctly, or it
could turn out very nasty. Turn to page four of your book, and read to me
the warning in unison. One, Two, Three'
'If your potion has gone wrong, and you do not know exactly what is wrong with
it. Pour it into a wax container and seal it. Throw it away immediately in
one of the safety bins. The Ministry of Magic will then safely dispose of it.'
Everyone, except Serevus Snape and his gang, did this.
'Snape? Where is Snape?' Erb asked.
'Here.' He said, looking sinister.
'Why didn't you, and you table, read the warning?' she asked.
'Because it's bull.' He sneered at her.
'Is it now? This information could very well save you life, and you are
telling me it's bull?' she demanded, voice getting shrilly. Snape looked bored.
'My father works for the Disposal of Dangerous Magical Substances Board.' He
said coolly.
'Then you should know, all too well. Tell me, has you father come home from
work with burns and cuts, with bulging hand muscles and weak in the head?'
she asked, her voice getting colder and stiffer and proper.
'Yes he has. If everybody did their potions right in the first place, he
wouldn't have those burns and cuts.'
'So' she said, with raised eyebrows, 'If you get your potions wrong, you will
look a fool won't you?' she said, dangerous and cold. Snape couldn't find a
response to this, so he curled his lip and stood in silence, glaring at her.
'Very well. Nothing to say about this? Ten points from Slytherin,(the
Slytherins howled) and anymore cheek from the rest of you Slytherins, and it
will be fifty for every word you say.' She said crisply.
Sirius looked at her in amazement
'Did she just say, what I think she said?' he breathed to James, head down
pretending to be squinting at his book in the dim light of the dungeon. James
tipped his head slightly to show he heard him.
'Please open your books, we shall begin with a brief historical lesson in
alchemy and potions and then will move on to practical if there is enough
time. Homework is to read the chapter of theory on page thirty-seven and
then answer questions one to six, then twelve to twenty.'
*
'She is so cool!' Sirius gloated. 'She gave us house points and took them off
Slytherin. She deducted, er, one hundred and ten points from them and gave
us twenty points each..' he looked at James and Lily and then pointed at
himself. 'Plus the five points to Charlie, so that's a sixty-five to us and
one hundred and ten off them!' he said gleefully.
'She could've taken more off, but she was so busy thundering Snape to notice
he was talking for about a minute to notice him…oh well.' Peter said with a
small sigh.
'I like her!' said Lily talking for the first time in a while.
'So do I.' Muttered Remus in agreement.
'She's not even in our house!' James pointed out , 'she could turn at any moment.'
'What house is she in?' asked Lily as they headed towards the greenhouses.
'Ravenclaw.' Said Remus.
'I hope we get a Gryffindor for a Herbology teacher.' Said Peter soberly.
'Yeah, or a Ravenclaw, not Slytherin. I hope we don't get a Hugglepuff
teacher, because then they are going to give Hufflepuff more points than us…' said Sirius watching his feet.
'Yeah…' said Peter.
They arrived at the front of the greenhouses and stood next to some Hufflepuffs.
'Hi' they said and got some mutters back.
Then the teacher came out. He was tiny. Shorter than them, and he had mousy
brown hair that was greasy. He had a pleasant flutey voice and his eyes were
twitchy, never focusing on the one face or place for more than a few seconds and
they never settled. 'How odd' thought James.
This Professor was under the Imperuis Curse, being controlled by Voldemort.
He wasn't a Death Eater, but was forced under Lord Voldemorts control.
'Ah, so you are my class, Hugglepuff and Griffindor First Years, or am I
mistaken?' he said in his little voice. 'Show me the one next to the girl
with the red hair,' a voice hissed inside Ertopsun's head. 'Yes, that's the
one.' Said Lord Voldemort. 'He shall join me…'
*
'I am cold Gene, light me a fire please.' Voldemort expected.
'As you wish, Lord.' She said tonelessly.
'Good. You are learning quickly' he said cruelly.
'I hope too be there when you rise to power, Lord' she said, again neutrally.
'You do not wish to be tortured once more…' he drawled.
'No master, please no' she begged.
'Get on with the fire then.' He snapped.
Voldemort and his party were now in Britain, in a grand new mansion eager to
be sold. Every time a bidder came up, the Death Eater modified their memory
in the managing real estate office. It was white and big, with countless
rooms and five stories, it had an observation tower it the centre which was
useful for getaways. Anyone who tried to steal anything from it dies or had
their memories changed or were forced to become one of Voldemorts supporters.
His supporters were spread worldwide now, even to the Southern Hemisphere
where a large Island, small populated continent was located. His mansion was
located at the very top of a hill in the countryside and had few visitors.
It was isolated, perfect for what Voldemort planned.
'We shall start small,' he planned, to Frangipani Malfoy, a relation to a
well-known pureblood Wizarding family, who have been traced back to the days
of Dynasty III, 'We will start with a few Wizarding alleys in central Europe.'
'Which ones?' she enquired, pulling out an enchanted map.
'I should think le Troupes la Floures in France, then onto Kleppe
Belligsaugen, Switzerland,' suggested Frangipani.
'Yes…a few small explosions, and several deaths. I should think that is
sufficient for now.' Voldemorts eyes glittered. He had a malice look on
his features. 'Yes indeed…'
This one has more focus on Lily and
the not-yet-known-as, Marauders. This
one has less of Voldemort,so sorry to
his fans...Peace-ya-Jade.
'History of Magic…' Sirius complained, 'is the most boring subject to date.'
It was now September the fourth, and in the Daily Prophet, news of another
murder, presumably by Voldemort, of a Wizard name Christok Chug, who was
apparantly right in Voldemorts inner circle.
'I thought it was good!' mumbled Lily, her voice getting noticeably higher
as she continued.
'Yeah, but that's because you didn't know half of that stuff…' said Sirius,
flapping his hand.
'Are you suggesting' said Lily, perilously quiet, 'that I only like History
of Magic, because I am Muggle born?'
'No, I was saying that you don't know half of it, so you would find it
fascinating. I read the textbook, if you must know, and Hogwarts: A History
before school started, that's why I don't find it fascinating. I have read
all about it.' Sirius said, with a smug tone.
'Well then' said Lily, taken aback, 'I'm sorry, I apologise.'
'Twice!' said Sirius and the table fell out laughing as he was holding up a
chicken bone, grinning broadly.
'As long as we are all on speaking terms' said Remus.
'We are.' Said James, Sirius and Lily all at once in different tones. 'Here
comes Peter now' said James as if he was talking to himself.
'What happened with Professor Binns' asked Lily, concerned.
'I got detention' Peter said, looking close to tears, Sirius and James
suspected it was because of the ghost rather than anything else, 'I have to
go with Filch and -hicc- clean, the toi-toilets.'
James, Sirius and Remus laughed while Lily scowled and got herself worked up.
'Why do you have to clean the toilets? You didn't do anything! I was there!
You didn't do anything wrong. Don't blub!' Lily exploded.
'He -hicc- said that I was being discourteous to him, and accused me of
bigotry towards ghosts.'
Nearly Headless Nick laughed, sending his head, like a hinge, to the side
revealing some anatomy any of them didn't want to see.
'What did you do boy?' he asked merrily.
'I simply said, why is it being taught by a ghost, why not a live teacher?
It was under my breath too!'
'And he heard you?' Nearly Headless Nick (the Gryffindor Ghost) finished for him.
'Hicc-yeah' said Peter, again on the verge of tears. Sirius looked away, as
did James and Remus but Lily still had fire in her eyes.
'He can't do that, can he?' she fumed. 'All he said was, why didn't they
have a Professor that was alive?'
'Aah, but he might of taken offence, I don't know why he did, he doesn't
usually, but he might of this time. He feels it is bigotry to offend him
about being dead. Discrimination. We'll cop this when he comes down to the
dungeons after your detention.' Nearly Headless Nick explained carefully, but
he still was laughing.
'At least you don't have to go into the girls toilets…' said Filch from
behind them.
'Y-yes si-ir' stammered Peter.
'It should take you three hours, tops.' He replied.
'THREE HOURS!!' screeched Peter.
'Maybe more if you don't get the job done properly, if you don't clean all
the toilets, good and proper, you will have to do them all again for the week.'
Argus said threateningly.
'Now, now' said Nearly Headless Nick.
'Oh god, sorry Nick, but we must be off. We have to get to the dungeons for
potions.' James said to everyone at the table.
'With Slytherin' Sirius muttered darkly.
'Yes, we must be off' agreed Lily as she checked her watch.
Potions was in dungeon 5 and we had Professor Erb. She was very tall, though
about three feet shorter than Hagrid. She was very astute and Sirius and James
picked up that she wasn't a teacher that could easily be fooled. They sat
down, and Peter, who was furthest from James and Sirius, was picking his nose.
'I hope you don't eat that' mouthed Sirius, as he looked mortified at Peter.
Sirius nudged James and told him what happened. They both Sniggered and
Sirius passed this information onto Lily who passed it onto Remus.
'Hey!' Sirius said, 'Why am I sitting next to Lily? Get up' he said to James.
'No' said James firmly.
'Is there a problem boys?' a bright, high voice came from the opposite end of
the room in which they were sitting.
'No' said James quietly, but Sirius had other plans.
'Yes there is' he said, sighing as he said it melodramatically. He stopped.
'And it would be…' drawled Professor Erb. The class laughed.
'Oh yes, right. James here was just swapping seats with me because the glare
is bouncing off his glasses. There is an inconvenient candle that is causing
him some problems Professor. As these are our permanent seats (protests from
James) I thought I better swap with him so he could stop complaining.' Sirius
said, thinking quickly and beaming.
'How thoughtful of you Sirius. Two house points for your concern.' She said.
James swapped reluctantly and Remus, Sirius and Peter all sniggered privately,
their faces facing away from James and Lily.
'Sorry' James rumbled to Lily, swinging his seat out three feet than necessary
to the side where Sirius was sitting. He whimpered under his breath,
clutching his elbow.
'Potions is a very precise art of magic. They can take from minutes to months
to formulate. Be careful, some ingredients are very powerful, and everything
must be done to exact instructions because if they are not, it could become
the reverse to what you want. For Example: you are brewing a gnome deterring
potion, and it is slightly thinner and a dull brown, you know you have done
something wrong, but you are not sure what. It call give the gnome the power
to grow, or become stronger, or even to be able to charm someone and then
taking their wand. It is very important that it is done correctly, or it
could turn out very nasty. Turn to page four of your book, and read to me
the warning in unison. One, Two, Three'
'If your potion has gone wrong, and you do not know exactly what is wrong with
it. Pour it into a wax container and seal it. Throw it away immediately in
one of the safety bins. The Ministry of Magic will then safely dispose of it.'
Everyone, except Serevus Snape and his gang, did this.
'Snape? Where is Snape?' Erb asked.
'Here.' He said, looking sinister.
'Why didn't you, and you table, read the warning?' she asked.
'Because it's bull.' He sneered at her.
'Is it now? This information could very well save you life, and you are
telling me it's bull?' she demanded, voice getting shrilly. Snape looked bored.
'My father works for the Disposal of Dangerous Magical Substances Board.' He
said coolly.
'Then you should know, all too well. Tell me, has you father come home from
work with burns and cuts, with bulging hand muscles and weak in the head?'
she asked, her voice getting colder and stiffer and proper.
'Yes he has. If everybody did their potions right in the first place, he
wouldn't have those burns and cuts.'
'So' she said, with raised eyebrows, 'If you get your potions wrong, you will
look a fool won't you?' she said, dangerous and cold. Snape couldn't find a
response to this, so he curled his lip and stood in silence, glaring at her.
'Very well. Nothing to say about this? Ten points from Slytherin,(the
Slytherins howled) and anymore cheek from the rest of you Slytherins, and it
will be fifty for every word you say.' She said crisply.
Sirius looked at her in amazement
'Did she just say, what I think she said?' he breathed to James, head down
pretending to be squinting at his book in the dim light of the dungeon. James
tipped his head slightly to show he heard him.
'Please open your books, we shall begin with a brief historical lesson in
alchemy and potions and then will move on to practical if there is enough
time. Homework is to read the chapter of theory on page thirty-seven and
then answer questions one to six, then twelve to twenty.'
*
'She is so cool!' Sirius gloated. 'She gave us house points and took them off
Slytherin. She deducted, er, one hundred and ten points from them and gave
us twenty points each..' he looked at James and Lily and then pointed at
himself. 'Plus the five points to Charlie, so that's a sixty-five to us and
one hundred and ten off them!' he said gleefully.
'She could've taken more off, but she was so busy thundering Snape to notice
he was talking for about a minute to notice him…oh well.' Peter said with a
small sigh.
'I like her!' said Lily talking for the first time in a while.
'So do I.' Muttered Remus in agreement.
'She's not even in our house!' James pointed out , 'she could turn at any moment.'
'What house is she in?' asked Lily as they headed towards the greenhouses.
'Ravenclaw.' Said Remus.
'I hope we get a Gryffindor for a Herbology teacher.' Said Peter soberly.
'Yeah, or a Ravenclaw, not Slytherin. I hope we don't get a Hugglepuff
teacher, because then they are going to give Hufflepuff more points than us…' said Sirius watching his feet.
'Yeah…' said Peter.
They arrived at the front of the greenhouses and stood next to some Hufflepuffs.
'Hi' they said and got some mutters back.
Then the teacher came out. He was tiny. Shorter than them, and he had mousy
brown hair that was greasy. He had a pleasant flutey voice and his eyes were
twitchy, never focusing on the one face or place for more than a few seconds and
they never settled. 'How odd' thought James.
This Professor was under the Imperuis Curse, being controlled by Voldemort.
He wasn't a Death Eater, but was forced under Lord Voldemorts control.
'Ah, so you are my class, Hugglepuff and Griffindor First Years, or am I
mistaken?' he said in his little voice. 'Show me the one next to the girl
with the red hair,' a voice hissed inside Ertopsun's head. 'Yes, that's the
one.' Said Lord Voldemort. 'He shall join me…'
*
'I am cold Gene, light me a fire please.' Voldemort expected.
'As you wish, Lord.' She said tonelessly.
'Good. You are learning quickly' he said cruelly.
'I hope too be there when you rise to power, Lord' she said, again neutrally.
'You do not wish to be tortured once more…' he drawled.
'No master, please no' she begged.
'Get on with the fire then.' He snapped.
Voldemort and his party were now in Britain, in a grand new mansion eager to
be sold. Every time a bidder came up, the Death Eater modified their memory
in the managing real estate office. It was white and big, with countless
rooms and five stories, it had an observation tower it the centre which was
useful for getaways. Anyone who tried to steal anything from it dies or had
their memories changed or were forced to become one of Voldemorts supporters.
His supporters were spread worldwide now, even to the Southern Hemisphere
where a large Island, small populated continent was located. His mansion was
located at the very top of a hill in the countryside and had few visitors.
It was isolated, perfect for what Voldemort planned.
'We shall start small,' he planned, to Frangipani Malfoy, a relation to a
well-known pureblood Wizarding family, who have been traced back to the days
of Dynasty III, 'We will start with a few Wizarding alleys in central Europe.'
'Which ones?' she enquired, pulling out an enchanted map.
'I should think le Troupes la Floures in France, then onto Kleppe
Belligsaugen, Switzerland,' suggested Frangipani.
'Yes…a few small explosions, and several deaths. I should think that is
sufficient for now.' Voldemorts eyes glittered. He had a malice look on
his features. 'Yes indeed…'