A/N: Hey everyone! Before I begin the story, I want to thank everyone for reviewing!
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Without further ado, here's Chapter 10 of 'The Marauders ~ Year One'.
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Disclaimer: Let's see. I own the people that you have never heard about in the Harry Potter books (Noelle, Alexiandra, Thomas, Michael, Jules, Anastasia, Dkembvare, Agatha Cross, etc.) I do not own the people that you have heard of (James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, etc.) I am not claiming to be J.K. Rowling. So, don't sue me!
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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 10: The Truth is a Scary Thing…
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Remus Lupin's POV
It was already March. The Marauders would spend our days teaching young Jules Potter the art of prankdom. She is a fast learner.
At this moment, we were all outside, sitting on the shore of the lake. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining down, winking at us. There was a gentle breeze, weaving in and out of the trees. In the Forbidden Forest, birds could be heard chirping, singing the song of spring. Pink flowers loomed about, swaying in the breeze.
"So, James. How is Lily love?" Sirius asked roguishly, thumping James on the back. I had to hold back a snort of laughter when I saw James' face. It was all scrunched up, like he had just sucked on a lemon.
"Nothing is going on," James said, through clenched teeth. He glared menacingly at Thomas, who was biting his lip to keep the laughter from spurting out. Michael was turning red, and tears were peeking out of his eyes. Sirius just smiled broadly.
Yet, no one said a word. We all feared the wrath of James Harold Potter, and we weren't stupid enough to challenge it.
But I can't say the same for Jules…
She stared up at the sky, smiling slyly. "James loves Lily, James loves Lily," she sang softly.
James glared at her, causing Jules to stop singing. Momentarily.
"James and Lily, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes Love, then comes Marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage…" I'm sure that Jules would have continued on, if James hadn't leapt to his feet and charged toward her.
That was enough for Sirius. He burst into laughter, and was quickly followed by Thomas and Michael. I just smiled as James began dragging Jules towards the cool water of the lake.
Sirius ran over, to save his pupil. "James, with the way that you are acting, how could you deny this accusation?"
"What do you mean?" James asked, letting go of Jules' arms.
"Well, ever since the incident, you haven't been fighting with Lily. In fact, you've been avoiding her!" Sirius said accusingly.
James turned red. "Well, uh… it's all Bella's and your fault!" he shouted. I couldn't help chuckling now. "And I don't like HER!"
"HER has a name you know Jamsie-boy. Can you say, 'Lily'? Or how about 'Love'?" Sirius said, smirking at the reddened James.
Jules took this moment to dart past James, to the safety of the grass. She was not in the mood to get dumped in the lake. She hid behind me, using me as a shield.
James stormed off towards the castle, his hips sashaying slightly. This was the final straw. I fell to the ground, laughing, and began rolling about. Tears streamed from my eyes, and I looked up to the worried looks of Sirius, Thomas, Michael, and Jules.
I began choking at their amused faces. Michael and Sirius grabbed my arms and pulled me up. They then escorted me to the hospital wing where Madame Pomfrey was ready with a Calming-Down potion.
*******(time change)*******
Potions is in the deepest, darkest, dungeon. We have it with the Slytherins, and the Slytherin Head of House, Professor Hoffman, teaches us. If this wasn't enough reason to hate it, I wasn't quite sure what is…
I was partnered with Evan Rosier. James and Lily sat in front of me, and Sirius and Snape behind me.
"I'll go get the ingredient list," I said, getting out of my seat. The others nodded.
I walked to the front of the room, and to Professor Hoffman's desk. I moved his ugly, black marble gargoyle paperweight, and picked up three lists.
I read the ingredients as I walked back to my seat.
And then my heart stopped.
Powdered Bat Wings
Crushed Snake Fangs
1 ounce of Dragon's Blood
Monkshood laced with one ounce of powdered silver
I handed out the lists shakily, before sitting down. Rosier sneered at me, before measuring out the Dragon's Blood.
"Pass me the Monkshood," he said gruffly. I shuddered.
"Er, I dropped my quill," I said quickly, before ducking under the table, to 'look for it'.
I heard Rosier grunt agitatedly, before reaching over and getting the monkshood himself. I breathed deeply, before getting up.
"Found it," I said, placing the quill on my paper.
Rosier brewed the potion, while I began answering the questions. Soon, the potion was done. We poured it into a container, and began cleaning up.
"Here's the monkshood that we didn't use," Rosier said.
"And?" I responded.
"Put it back in the storage cabinet," commanded Rosier.
I began shaking. "But, I have to go and turn in our questions," I blurted out.
"And you can put the monkshood away while you're up there!"
"Er…" I said. I grabbed the questions and ran up to the front of the room. I laid them on the desk.
"Class dismissed," Hoffman announced. I bolted toward the door, leaving Rosier to put the monkshood away.
I didn't notice Sirius looking at me questionably during this whole ordeal. I did notice though, that I might have looked suspicious.
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Bella Figg's POV
"Lily, let's go!" I said, tugging on her robe sleeve.
We were already late for Astronomy. Lily doesn't like Astronomy much. She would rather be sleeping. However, I find Astronomy to be interesting. And I didn't want to be late!
Lily grumbled, and began re-packing her satchel. For the umpteenth time! I grabbed Lily's arm, and yanked her out of the room. I pulled her through the 76 corridors, and up the 43 flights of stairs. I led her past the many suits of armor, through the many doorways, and finally we reached the Astronomy tower.
We burst through the door, and tumbled into the class.
"Miss Figg, Miss Evans, would you like to explain to me why you are late?" Professor Sinistra asked.
I looked at the Professor. She is quite young… after all, she just graduated last year. She had silver hair and silver eyes. She was the Ravenclaw Head Girl last year, and didn't take kindly to people barging into classes late, without a plausible excuse.
"We were just discussing the… er… the Astrological myths and how they are relevant to Astronomy, and we lost track of time. They are quite fascinating…" my shaky voice trailed off.
"Really? They are quite fascinating. So fascinating, in fact, that you and Miss Evans shall each write a report focusing on one of the myths. Is that all right with you, Miss Figg?" Professor Sinistra asked, smiling faintly.
I groaned, but nodded my head anyway. It was better than having to polish the trophy room AGAIN.
"Today, we shall discuss the phases of the moon. Can anyone name one of the phases?"
I raised my hand, hoping to make up for my lateness. "Yes Miss Figg?"
"The New Moon," I answered promptly.
"That's correct," Professor Sinistra said approvingly. "The New Moon is when there appears to be no moon. Can anyone name another phase, for 5 points?"
Sirius, not wanting to be outdone by me, raised his hand.
"Mr. Black?"
"The Full Moon," he answered.
I looked toward Remus, and saw him shudder.
Remus, we'll help you. I promise…
*******(time change)*******
I wrote feverishly, only pausing to re-dip my quill. The scratching of the quill was rhythmic.
Scratch Scratch Scratch… Scratch Scratch… Scratch Scratch Scratch…
"Bella, are you almost done?" Lily asked impatiently.
I didn't answer her.
Scratch Scratch Scratch… Scratch Scratch… Scratch Scratch Scratch…
"Well, I'm leaving," Lily said, beginning to walk away.
"I'm ready!" I said, scribbling my name on my Transfiguration homework. I bolted out of my chair, and to Minnie's classroom.
"Your essay, I presume?" Minnie said, after I handed her my work of literary genius.
"You presumed right," I told her, smirking distinctly.
"What are you smirking at?" Minnie asked irritatingly, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
I looked around her office. "Oh, nothing…" I said nonchalantly, as a wonderful idea came to me.
"Minnie, darling, I would love to stay and chat, but I have certain people waiting for me. Important people, who are in need of my superior intelligence. Au revoir!" I said, running out the door, as smoke flared from Minnie McGonagalls' nostrils.
*******(time change)*******
"Bella, are you sure about this?" Sirius asked.
"Of course I'm sure. I've never been surer in my life."
"Really?"
"Sirius, I am 127% sure that we have enough detentions to do this," I said exasperatedly.
"Geez, you don't have to bite my head off, you angry piece of fruit," Sirius said.
I turned on my heel. "What did you just call me, Black?"
Sirius crumbled against my fiery glance. "Er… You see, I called you a… er…."
"Spit it out Black!" I snapped.
"I called you an angry piece of fruit?" he said hopefully.
"Oh," I said softly, and very quietly picked up my foot. I then stomped hardly on Sirius' foot.
"OUCH!" he screamed, hopping on one foot.
"Never call me any kind of fruit," I said smartly, before walking into the Transfiguration classroom.
Sirius whimpered in response.
"Now, get to work," I said, gesturing around.
Sirius nodded, and eagerly began working on another masterpiece.
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Minnie McGonagall's POV
I awoke the next morning quite early. I had to grade those essays I had assigned the week before. I don't know why I bother to assign essays. Most people either don't do it or copy each other's essay word for word.
With a sigh, I walked to my classroom. I had forgotten the essays last night, and hadn't felt like walking all that way to get them.
Slowly twisting the cold brass doorknob, I stepped into my office looking down.
And then I looked around…
Sirius Black and Company had struck again. The classroom, my classroom, was covered in detention slips. Just as my office had been, every square inch was covered.
As I walked around, I thought to myself 'Had I really assigned them that many detentions?' There must be over 700 slips, which enveloped my usually white walls. The detention slips were a pink colour with emerald green writing. I had found that colour-coding detention slips was easier than having them the traditional yellowed parchment colour.
I walked over to my desk, which had also been covered in detention slips, before screaming.
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Sirius Black's POV
I awoke to a scream the next morning. Gosh, Minnie is quite loud! Grinning, I fell out of bed, and ran down to the common room. I turned to run up the stairs to the Girl's Dormitories, but I ran into Bella. Literally. She fell on my foot. The same foot she had stomped on the night before.
"OUCH!" I screamed. "What did you do that for, you fruit?"
Wrong thing to say.
"I am NOT a fruit!" Bella yelled, slapping my head.
"OUCH!"
By now, others had begun to hear our row, and began running down, eager to see a fight.
I am not one to fight with a crowd around.
"What's going on?" a 3rd Year asked.
"I stubbed my toe," I quickly lied, before limping to an armchair. I held my head, for it was in great pain.
Bella came and sat down next to me. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, gently laying her hand on my head.
"Yes," I said, grimacing. Slaps hurt, I had discovered. They hurt a lot. And they leave those ugly red marks…
"I'm sorry," Bella said.
"It's all right. Did you hear the scream?"
"Yes," said Bella, grinning widely. "Suppose it was our dearest Transfiguration professor?"
"But of course," I added charmingly.
We laughed, before having to abruptly stop at hearing the portrait hole open. It was the Head Boy, Avery McDowell.
"Transfiguration has been cancelled. All who have Transfiguration today will have a free period."
This statement was met with applause from the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 6th Years. We were the ones who were lucky enough to be excused from that wretched class.
Bella and me exchanged discreet high-fives before running upstairs, to tell our sleeping friends.
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It had been one week since that fateful day, in which we had re-decorated. It was quite a wonderful week since then. Pranks on the Slytherins, pranks on the Hufflepuffs, pranks on Snape, more pranks on the Slytherins… This had to be the life.
Jules has been avoiding James. I can see why. He has sworn revenge on her, on Gryffindor's honor. Gryffindor's Honor was the most sacred promise to which one can swear.
I've been helping Jules hide. She has been hanging around with Lily lately. Since Lily wanted so much to be against James, she agreed to help James' little sister.
And it has been relatively peaceful. However, I should have known this wouldn't last…
It was a Tuesday. A gray, rainy Tuesday. Those are never good! And neither was this Tuesday.
It had started out like any other average day… for a Tuesday. Did I mention that I don't like Tuesdays?
I don't.
It is just that they aren't good prank days. Mondays and Fridays are the best, because people generally let their guard down. Wednesday is also good, because people just want the week to end, and don't pay attention to what is going on. It also livens everything up, on Wednesdays. But Tuesdays and Thursdays are the worst!
Back to my story. It was a gray, rainy Tuesday. And James had decided to take back his honor.
We were in History of Magic. Jules had been allowed to attend that one class, since no magic was learned. She had to do something, right? I mean, if I was at Hogwarts and wasn't allowed to attend any classes, and couldn't be with the people I knew who were attending classes, I would be bored.
And so, Jules sat next to Lily and Bella. And James got the brilliant idea of his revenge.
Aiming his wand carefully at Jules, he muttered, "Rictusempra".
The silver light rushed toward the unsuspecting Jules. And it hit her straight on.
Jules doubled over wheezing, clutching her stomach, and laughing hysterically. Tears were streaming down her face.
"What's going on? Ms. Potter, what is the meaning of this?" questioned Professor Binns, the only ghost professor.
Jules, due to the Tickling Charm, was unable to answer.
Lily looked very concerned, and was trying to figure out what was wrong with Jules. Bella was glaring at James, who at the moment was the epiphany of innocence. His halo was blinding me.
Bella turned around, finding no answers while staring daggers at James and myself.
And James struck again.
James discreetly pointed his wand at Lily, and whispered, "Tarantallegra!"
Lily's feet began feverishly moving underneath the table. She looked surprised, and acted as if it was a muscle spasm.
James redid the charm on her, and she stood up and began dancing uncontrollably around the room.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Professor Binns screamed at the laughing Jules, the dancing Lily, and Bella, who was now doing back-flips across the room.
Kiana and Toria stared at James calculatingly, before turning and reversing the charms with a cry of 'Finite Incantatem'.
"Class Dismissed," Professor Binns said dejectedly, surrendering to the now talkative class.
We ran out of the room, Michael and Thomas congratulating on a prank well done. James, however, was ceased by Lily.
"Potter, be assured, I will get you back," Lily said, fire dancing in her eyes. Bella and Jules stood behind her, their arms crossed over their chests.
This looks like the end of the good relations between Bella and the Marauders minus James.
On that gray, rainy Tuesday, enemy lines were drawn. And Lily and James were at war again.
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The Great Lord Voldie's POV
"Darth Vader?"
"Here."
"Dr. Evil?"
"Here."
(There are many more names, but I do not have the time or patience to write them out.)
"Lord Voldmort."
"Present."
Dr. Evil and Darth began snickering. I smiled my evil smile.
Ten minutes later, the roll call was over. "Now, welcome to the 73rd Annual Evil Villains Convention. I am your host, Agatha Cross (A/N: My old English teacher!). Now, I see that you have all dressed up today, for 'Dress like your Nemesis Day'.
All eyes turned to me. I was wearing scarlet robes, and a hat which had a Lion perched on top of it. I waved my banner happily at the other evildoers. The banner read 'Go Gryffindor!'
I looked over at Dr. Evil, who was dressed in a crushed blue velvet suit, with a 'man symbol' necklace. Darth was dressed as Anakin Skywalker. The speaker was dressed as a teenage American girl. She wore jeans, and a Rodeo Drive tanktop. She was chewing noisily on a piece of gum. (A/N: Anyone want to guess who the speaker's nemesis is? If you guessed the author, you're right!) Behind me, someone was dressed as a brown dog with black spots. He had a teal collar, and could talk. Weird…
"Today, we shall discuss why our nemesis shall always prevail…"
I laughed.
"What is so funny, Mr. Lord Voldemort?" asked Agatha Cross.
"It's just that I always win…" I said, laughing my sinister laugh which took many years to perfect.
"Voldemort, I assure you that no person wins all the time. You will eventually lose, I assure you. And can anyone tell me why?"
"Because that's how it is in the movies?" guessed an American villain dressed as a ballerina.
"No. You all will lose at least one time because of the plot devices! Evil villains always attack the hero at least two times. But you can't kill the hero until the end! Or else there isn't a story! The hero must live at least until the end. Which means that he doesn't die during the first attack. Doesn't anyone listen?" screamed Agatha. "Is anyone taking notes?"
Groaning, we all got out paper and pens, and began taking notes.
Being an evil super villain is hard work!
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Kiana Walters' POV
Thank goodness Lily and Jam- er, I mean Potter, are back to normal. It was scary when they avoided each other. Hogwarts just wouldn't be Hogwarts without them fighting, hexing, arguing, cursing, and traumatizing each other.
But the fights grew worse. It seemed as if they concluded that they must out do each other. Every other week, Lily could be found in the Hospital Wing, with spots, boils, or some other dreadful thing.
James could be found in the hospital wing with a bloody body part, such as his nose, or his shin.
Recently, Madame Pomfrey had built a separate wing for Lily and James. A new nurse, Madame Shnooglesbee, had been hired to care for them. She was better than Madame Pomfrey! Shnooglesbee would actually let us visit Lily!
I finished up the letter I had written to my mother, which included new spells for her to learn.
My mother began to learn magic! She can actually do some basic spells. It turns out that her grandmother had some magic blood, but it remained inactive in my mum's mum. My mum somehow managed to tap into it. It's so wonderful!
Easter break quickly crept upon us, and then zoomed away. Perhaps it felt this way because we were overloaded with schoolwork.
Minnie still couldn't think of any detention worthy of us, so she assigned us a couple of essays until she could figure some detentions. Needless to say, she hasn't. Professor Hoffman suggested sending us all deep into the Forbidden Forest (he dearly wants to get rid of us), but Minnie refused. I don't really know why though. I thought she wanted us gone too…
Suddenly, an ice-cold drop of rain splattered on my head, followed by millions of other little drops. I stood up from my perch on the 'Thinking Rock', and jumped into the water. It was quicker than carefully climbing down the slippery rocks.
I swam against the current, and stumbled onto the shore. I ran to the doors, dripping wet.
"Bloody rain," I said, cursing the gray clouds.
I ran toward the Gryffindor Common Room, but unfortunately, I was caught.
"So, thought that you could vandalize the halls, did you?" Argus Filch Sr. sneered. He was a wizard who decided that he wanted to become the janitor of Hogwarts. He has a son, 19 years old, I believe, who is a Squib.
A Squib is the opposite of a muggle. A muggle is a magical baby born into a non-magical family, while a Squib is a non-magical baby born into a magical family. They are often considered to be a disgrace. His son disgusted Argus Sr. Now, his son is learning to become the janitor.
"I wasn't vandalizing anything!" I said defensively.
"Getting water all over the castle after I had scrubbed it? DETENTION!" he shouted.
I smiled sweetly at this troubled former Slytherin. "I'm sorry, but I'm solidly booked on detentions until next year. Try again later."
I then ran. I passed a group of suits of armors which were conversing, before finally reaching the secret headquarters.
"War on Potter," I said to the portrait, which we named Jocelyn. Lily had chosen this week's password, needless to say.
Sensing my urgency, Jo flew open, and slammed shut behind me. I peeked out of a peek hole we created, and saw Argus looking for me. Unable to find me, he sighed before walking off.
"Whew, that was close," I whispered to Jo. Jo had moved to another portrait, one inside the room.
"Yes it was. Now, you better change before you head to dinner. I have no doubt that the lazy caretaker will be looking for you. He'd only recognize you if you were soaking wet."
"Thanks Jo," I said, as I began drying off.
Ten minutes later, I walked to the Great Hall, completely dry. I was there in time to see that Slytherin, Alexiandra, getting dragged off by Argus for 'vandalizing the corridors'.
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Michael Barnette's POV
"Er, James, we need to talk…"
The messy hair boy stared back at me.
"You see, er, it's just that… well, we're brothers," I blurted out.
The boy continued staring.
"Well, that was bloody terrible!" the mirror said back to me. My reflection continued staring.
"What should I say?"
"How about 'James, can I borrow your Transfiguration homework, your Charms homework, we're brothers, and your Astronomy homework?" the mirror suggested.
"I like my way better."
I walked out into the common room, and found James sitting by the fire, reading a book. The book? 'One Thousand and Seven Ways to Curse Your Enemy'.
Today was the day. The day that I would tell James. Or that Godric would tell James. And I couldn't let that happen.
"Er, James. Can we talk for a moment?"
"Sure."
He followed me to the dorms, and sat on his bed. I began pacing across the room.
"So…" I began.
"So…" James mimicked.
"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?" I blurted out.
James slowly nodded.
"All right. If you were someone's brother, but they didn't know that yet, how exactly would you tell the person?"
James looked thoughtful (for once!), and scratched his head. "Well, I guess that I would just go up to my brother and say, 'We're brothers'. I don't really know though…"
I walked up to James slowly.
"We're brothers".
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Noelle Charrier's POV
In the Slytherin Common Room's walls, there was a vast mold collection growing. It was green and growdy.
Most Slytherins enjoyed it.
I didn't. I considered this to be revolting, and would spend my spare time trying to clean it off. I've tried just about every spell, but nothing would work.
This mold was like Lily.
Lily downright refused to accept me. I've tried being mean. Didn't work. I've tried being nice. Didn't work. I've tried just about everything, but nothing would work. Just like the mold.
Bella and I continued meeting in secret, discussing our secret plan. We have a name for it, but I forgot it.
"Noelle, will you quit trying to get the mold off? It's a decoration?" Severus said, as he sat next to me on the floor.
"Sevvie, it's unhygienic, just like you are."
"How am I unhygienic?" Severus asked indignantly.
"You are afraid of shampoo," said I dryly.
In response to this remark, Severus ducked down, hoping no one would see him.
"How did it all start anyway?" I questioned, although I already knew.
"Well, it all began…"
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Severus Snape, age four, was wandering around his extensive manor. The mansion was a sort of mini-castle. After all, the Snapes were a prestigious, rich family.
The manor itself was made of stone and marble. It was a piece of art. People from all over the world would come to admire its quite modern architecture, which mixed English and Spanish designs.
Severus Snape had wandered into the ballroom. Above him, the giant crystal chandelier jingled softly.
This wasn't very good, for Severus was forbidden to the Ballroom. It was being prepared for a gala that night.
The only sign which he had been there was the jingling, swaying chandelier.
However, this was enough.
Lorraina Snape, having exceptional hearing, detected the chandelier, and rushed to find young Severus hanging from it.
"Mommy, help me!" the young boy cried. His fingers began to slip.
Lorraina, not knowing what to do, quickly transfigured a large aquarium, as Severus fell from the sky.
Severus landed in the aquarium, which had somehow been filled with soap.
Severus now had soap in his eyes, mouth, ears, and between his toes, which was a new experience for him.
Instead of rushing to see if her child was all right, Mrs. Snape climbed up a conjured ladder to check the chandelier.
And he took his soap-doused self to his room, and washed off the soap bubbled which adorned him.
The soap never came out of his ears, and at the gala, Severus walked around, bubbles forming and floating onto the other guests.
Severus had never liked soap since this incident.
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"So, you are afraid of soap because of bubbles blossoming out of your abnormally large ears?" Noelle asked.
"Yes," he answered, rather sulkily.
"That's all I wanted to know…" Noelle said, putting her arm around the boy, who had begun to cry.
"I know soap terrifies you, but there's no need to cry over burst bubbles…"
"And the worst is that I had treacle pudding earlier that morning. Treacle pudding is just evil…"
"So are you, you Slytherin you…"
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James Potters' POV
(Authors Insert: This starts directly after Michael reveals the secret to James. Read on!)
My jaw dropped toward the ground, as my eyes became the size of dinner plates. Very large dinner plates, mind you.
A smile crept across my face. "You're joking, aren't you?" I questioned Michael. I began to chuckle slightly.
"Er… not really," Michael said, looking at the ground.
I stopped chuckling abruptly, and stopped smiling. I was speechless, for once.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Michael asked timidly.
I opened and closed my mouth several times, making me like a fish.
"Anything?" continued Michael.
"How?" I asked softly, not meeting Michael's eyes.
Michael looked up at the ceiling. "Our mother, Anastasia, and our father, Edward, got married in America. We were both born there. But then they divorced, because of Voldemort. It's a long story, but basically, they married, divorced, and split us up evenly."
"How long have you known?" I asked.
"Not long," Michael said.
I turned and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked.
I looked at my brother. "This is a lot to take in at once. I have to go and be alone for awhile." And with that, I walked out the door.
*******(time change)*******
I don't know how long I sat in the tree by the lake. It was twilight when I finally realized I had been gone for awhile.
I actually had a brother.
When I learned that Elisabeth was pregnant, I wished for a baby brother. I tried nonsense spells to ensure that the baby would be a boy. But Jules was a girl.
And now, I have everything I could ever want. Except for knowing my birth mother.
Michael is lucky. He got to know his real mother, and will get to know his real father. But I'll never know Anastasia, for she is dead.
I heard a faint pop behind me, and turned to find a man sitting on the adjacent branch.
"Who are you?" I asked, clearly surprised by his arrival.
"My name is Godric," he said, smiling.
"Oh."
"You must be James Potter," he continued on, seeing I wasn't going to ask anymore questions.
"How did you know?"
"I've been watching you for awhile," he said, but the way he said it didn't sound creepy.
"Oh."
"You really should talk with Michael. You are brothers, and that bond is going to be incredibly important, especially against that Voldemort fellow, when he returns."
"Why?" I asked.
"The bond of brotherhood is a strong bond. It is essential in the fight against Voldemort, if you and Michael wish to survive the battles," Godric said gently.
"What battles?"
"The battles which will undoubtedly arrive in the years to come. You will learn more when you are ready."
"Oh," I said, trying to take this in.
"Oh," Godric mimicked.
"Why is it me that is going to battle Voldemort," I asked.
"I can't tell you that yet. When you are ready, you will know."
And with another pop, the man disappeared.
Now, there was only one question in my mind. Why did that man look so familiar?
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Dkembvare, the other Dark Lord's POV
I love being a Dark Lord. You have power, and many women which hang all over you. At this moment, there was three woman massaging my back, while a Veela 'entertained' me.
However, this all stopped as one of my faithful Death Eaters walked into the room, banging the door open rather loudly.
"Dkembvare, we must speak," he said gruffly, standing before me.
"Have a seat," I said.
"Alone."
"Oh," I said, gesturing for the beautiful women to leave the room. With much protest, they stood up and waltzed out of the chamber, promising to return.
"What do you want, Vanter?" I asked.
"Not much. I just wish for my wife to be dead before the year is over," he responded, smiling slightly.
"I take it that you don't like your wife?" I asked lightly, with a hint of my French accent peaking through. Voldemort has wished me to disguise any traces of where I was from, so people couldn't detect who I really was. This included my accent. However, it was quite hard to do. I was just speaking with the Veela in French, since she did not understand English.
"She left me when she discovered my occupation," Vanter said.
"Oh. It shall be done, if you wish. But you must wait until December, for we have a schedule of which we must abide by."
"I understand, my lord. Can I ask of one more favor?" he asked.
I nodded, in response. Vanter was the 3rd in command of Voldemort's forces, only behind me.
"I wish my daughter to also be dead. I do not care when that takes place, but it must be before she leaves Hogwarts."
"It shall be done," I said, smiling slightly.
"You are gracious, my lord."
"I know. Now, send back to me the Veela, and any other women you may find in the hall."
Vanter smirked, before turning away, and walking out the door. In the hall, I could hear him speaking French to the Veela, and she soon pranced into the chamber.
Being a Dark Lord really was the best career choice for me, I thought, as the Veela continued 'entertaining' me. Yes, it was.
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Lily Evans' POV
"Lily, what are you doing?" Kiana asked me, as I tore apart my part of the room. Bella looked uninterested, because she already knew what I was doing. Toria looked amused.
As I tossed another robe out of my drawer, I gritted my teeth. "I am looking for something."
"Yes, Lily. As you know, it takes common sense to see that, and I have none," Kiana said sarcastically. "Now, what are you looking for?" Bella turned the page in a 3rd Year Transfiguration book.
"I am looking for Lemon Drops. Do you have any?" I turned and looked at Kiana hopefully.
"Sorry, but no."
I let out a grunt of frustration before returning to my search.
Bella stood up. "Lily, I've had it. I know that you are really into the search for lemon drops, but haven't you even thought of transfiguring them? You're one of the best students in the year, I would think that you would have at least attempted it by now."
I stared at Bella stupidly. "Why didn't I think of that?" I asked, throwing my robes back into my bureau, quickly unearthing my wand from beneath the stacks of robes and muggle clothes.
"Why do you need lemon drops?" Toria asked, as I transfigured a bag of lemon drops in a purple velvet pouch.
"Well, Minnie is so upset with me for some strange reason - "
"She turned James into a cockroach," Bella supplied.
"And Minnie is sending me to see Professor Dumbledore. Now, I can't get detention, because if I get another, I can't be the Quidditch commentator, so I am going to bribe Professor Dumbledore with lemon drops," I finished.
"I don't think Professor Dumbledore is going to be bribed," Kiana said, grinning widely.
"I can try, can't I?" And with that last rhetorical question, I ran to Professor Dumbledore's office.
He was waiting for me outside of the stone gargoyle. I followed the old, old man up the steps to his office.
Professor Dumbledore sat in the leather chair behind his desk. "Take a seat, Miss Evans," he said, waving his hand toward a red chair. I sat down, after fishing the velvet bag out of my pocket.
"I brought you this, sir," I sweetly said, as I handed him the bag.
Professor Dumbledore undid the gold twine, which held the bag closed, and he gently opened the bag.
"Oh, lemon drops! They are my favorite, you know," he said.
"I know," I answered him.
"So, let's discuss your punishment, shall we?" Professor Dumbledore asked, as he opened up my file. He let out a low whistle. "You have quite the impressive detention record, Miss Evans."
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.
"Miss Evans, if you do receive another detention this week, you will lose your privileges as Quidditch Commentator," he said severely.
"Professor Dumbledore, you can't do that to me!" I cried out.
"Miss Evans, I can, but I won't. I know how much you enjoy being the commentator. I just ask of you to not turn Mr. Potter into any more insects, animals, fungi, or inanimate objects."
"Yes sir," I said, hanging my head low, hiding a grin.
"You are excused. And many thanks for the lemon drops."
I nodded, and ran out of the room, before Professor Dumbledore could see my smile.
When I got back to the dormitory, I was elated. Toria, Kiana, Bella, and I threw a party. It's not every day that you can turn James Potter into a cockroach and not get in trouble…
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Sirius Black's POV
James ran into the common room, to where Michael, Thomas, and I were seated.
"Hullo Jamsie," I greeted him.
"Michael, I have to talk to you later, but there are bigger problems right now," he said in a rush.
"So, what are we doing to Fire Dragon?" I asked. Whenever he said we have to discuss a 'Big Problem', it was usually about his prank for Lily.
"It's not about her. It's about Remus."
"James, how's Remus? He didn't look that well earlier," said Thomas, as the stack of Exploding Snap cards exploded.
"That's the problem. He said that he went to the hospital wing, but he wasn't there!" James blurted out.
"Then where was he?" I asked.
"I think that… well… it's just that…"
"James, buddy, get it out," said I, thumping him on the back.
"I think that Remus is a werewolf."
Following this proclamation, there was an awkward silence.
Then, I spoke. "I think you're right," I said quietly.
"But, how?" Thomas asked.
"Well, he refused to touch the monkshood in Potions. And he always disappears around the full moon. He made up the excuse that his mother was sick last time, but remember the newspaper…" I said.
"What should we do?" Michael asked softly, making sure no one was listening in to our conversation.
"We have to talk to him," James said.
"When?"
"Let's talk to him tomorrow… he should be back," I suggested.
We agreed on it, and headed up to bed, anxiety over tomorrow rushing through our heads.
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Remus Lupin's POV
At around five in the morning, I quietly crept into the dormitory. The others were asleep.
Sighing a sigh of relief, I plopped onto my bed, and tried to sleep. I was so tired.
I didn't notice Sirius awake in his bed, watching me.
*******(time change)*******
The next morning, I awoke to having cold water splashed on my face.
"What is going on?" I gurgled, sitting straight up.
"Morning Remus. How are you?" James asked.
I shifted uncomfortably. "Er, I'm fine."
"Really? Where were you yesterday?" asked Thomas. Sirius swiftly elbowed him in the ribs.
I looked suspiciously at the Marauders. "What is going on?"
James looked at me with what looked somewhat like sympathy. "Remus, we know."
At these three words, my heart plummeted, before sinking.
"Know what?" I asked, my voice cracking. I was sweating bullets.
"Remus," James said exasperatedly, "We know."
"I don't have the faintest idea of what you are talking about," I said, lying through my teeth.
Sirius, who had become impatient, rolled his eyes. "Remus, we know that you are a werewolf."
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A/N: Oh, my first semi-cliff hanger. So, what will Remus do? Will he talk with the Marauders or run?
Let's see, next chapter should be up by September 13. In the next chapter, we of course will see Remus' reaction, and Dkembvare will almost be at Hogwarts. He is going to arrive in May or June. Not sure which yet… The Marauders will act strange. Um, lots of spying will take place. That's a bit of an understatement. Noelle will seem incredibly strange. Kiana will get into more trouble with Minnie. James and Michael will have a brotherly talk… very scary. More from Voldemort, who might go to the beach. Dkembvare will have a POV. We'll see the 'Return of Rat Boy'. There will be another Quidditch game. And I'm not sure what else. If you have any suggestions, just insert it in the review. I am anxious to get to 2nd Year, because some more characters will be introduced. That's about it for the next chapter. Remember, suggestions are welcome, and will probably be used!
I still need some group names! I just need one for Lily's group and one for the Slytherin Boys group. Please HELP! I need it by the time I post the last chapter for Year One, and that's three chapters from now! HELP!
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