LuckyAngel
: Okay, let me get this straight. You actually COPIED every single thing of all
the five years??? And you usually print out the stories you like? *gasp* I'm
flabbergasted [I had no idea what this word is, but it sounds nice ;)]!!! Anywayz,
I'm like you, too! I used to copy my favourite stories, paste them on word,
edit them [yeah. Surprising. I never edited my own works] and print them on
paper! at least, that was before. I hadn't much time now. and no, I didn't know
that it was 736 pages long!! Oh dear, dear, dear!!! And to think I couldn't
even write a one-page report for science…
Lori : *laughs*
oh!!! Lori hasn't got anything to say! Well, as you can see by the length of
this unsurprisingly long AN, I have a LOT of thigns to say, since I have gone
missing for a week or two, to deal on my projects. And let's face this fact
together: I hate Janet Morton, too. For some unknown reason, I really really
detest her a lot. And L/J? you're lucky, cause I'm planning it for the next
chapter [hurray for me!]. well, to post this chapter hurrily, I'd better stop
my fingers now – aah! They're getting out of control!!!!
Noelle :
like your stooooooooorieeeeeee!!!!!!! Any other stories had definitely got to
be better than mine! Let's see… funfetti cake? Sounds fun! I never encounter
that sort of cake before, but I rarely encounter with much cakes, since I'm sort
of allergic to cream and coffee. I'm not letting anything out about Miss [or
Mrs, whatever] Janet Morton, because it's kinda important [NOT!] in the future
parts ^^ and the conversation with Voldemort. Yep. This is my version of my
talk with him. "Hello, this is me," I said, holding the public telephone [I'm
not loaded… really poor]. "THIS IS LORD VOLDEMORT!!!" a voice boomed squeakily.
"This is Lord Yolkadot?" said I, confused. "NO, IT'S VOLDEMORT. VOL-DE-MORT."
"I think your parents did a pretty bad job in choosing your name. Are you
really Voldemort? From Harry Potter world?" BEEEP… and my fifty-cents is
finished. Sad, isn't it?
Lily's
friend*Jess : I'm giving a really great reply to whomever who dared
call me a great author, because in truth, it's not true. Look at my note down
there, kay? Yepper! And you'll better tell me when you're posting the story
you're writing!!! And if you took one month and a half for your longest, I hope
I wouldn't take two, cause exam's sitting on me baaaaad!!!!! *sigh*
JustMe
: I don't know if Janet's good or bad or if you're stupid or smart or if the
chapter's good or not because I'm not really sure myself, either! ^_^ I can
answer the Janet part, but I wouldn't, because I'll just spoil some fun that's
coming on :) the reason the chapter came out slowly is cause of… the second
note below.
Lita of Jupiter : no!!!! Please, please, please don't kill me yet! It will be
nice if I'm killed [under a lot of pressure…] but I can't just turn into some
Guardian Angel for no reason!!! I have my life to go on! And I hadn't yet read
at least 1000 books!!! No, I'm still interested in living!
NOTE: My teacher says that I ought to brush up on my
writing skills because it's terrible, so now it's very official that NO ONE is allowed to comment how great I
write because my English teacher says I'm terrible! ^^ anyway, why does
everyone suspects that Janet is, in a way or other, related to Voldemort? What
did I do wrong?
NOTE 2: If you are still wondering why in the name of Marauders am I
working so very very slow, I'll tell you the answer. I'm sort of banned [well,
not really, but except for school work, so I'm really naughty to slip in at
most times *sigh*] and the exams are really really close. Just around the bend.
Yep. It's pure horror and torture, trust me. Anyone out there to sympathize
with me? Lol :P I bet none of you will. Besides, I'll make it up to you as soon
as my exams are over [in October *sighz*] and I'll post as many chapters as I
can!! Promise! By then, I might even have half a year finished as celebration!
Disclaimer:
Phweeeeeeeeeet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Traffic police
here! Nothing belongs to this young kid, believe me! Don't trust this kid to
tell you that she owns everything!
The Marauding Five : Year Five
Chapter 5: The Unknown Potion
'Someone help me get this stupid thing
done!!!!' Lily cried in annoyance, glaring at her now grey potion. Somehow she
couldn't get it to the colour Halley wanted: lavender.
'Work on it then, girl,' Adele said
breezily.
'Sirius! Look Sirius, please!!! Help me!! I
need to get this potion done!' Lily begged. 'Or James? Please? Pretty pretty
please? Remus? You couldn't be worse than I am, in Potions! C'mon boys! Help
me! I'll do all your Divination work in return!!!'
'A bribe?' Sirius said.
'… Sort of.'
'But you always do our Divination work,'
Remus said. 'Besides, I can't do it. I'll fail. Probably worse than you.'
'Sorry Tinker. I can't help you this time,'
Sirius said. 'You messed it all up, even under my holy supervision!'
'Maybe you can just standardize your potion.
You threw in forty poison stings. Just add twenty more of those stings and
another dose of the other ingredients. That should work exactly fine, if I have
my calculations right, don't you think?' James said.
Lily's face glowed brightly.
'Yeah! James, you're a genius!!! That is so
right!' Lily exclaimed happily. She glared sourly at the other three. 'I'll be
sure to mess up your other work, or my name is not Lily Rose Evans. Don't even
hope for my help in anything, including History of Magic!'
'That is so unfair of you,' Adele said,
rolling her eyes. 'No help on Care For Magical Creatures, then.'
'I dropped that subject this term. I'm
taking Muggle Studies. Again.'
'You won't help me for Divination?' Sirius
cried suddenly. 'That is so cruel of you!!!!! You are so heartless! So cruel!
So- so- so-'
'Drop it, Padfoot. You're out of adjectives,
so admit it,' James snickered.
'Gee, it's just that my brain fail me at the
wrong time… you don't have to make a fuss outta it.'
'I do wonder what this potion is for,
though,' Adele said, staring longingly at Lily's becoming-blue potion, trying
to imagine what the lavender liquid is used for.
'Wanna try? Trelawney's Divination class is
just tomorrow,' James said, grinning deviously. The idea of using an unknown
potion on the Divinator sounds pretty fun to him.
'Yeah! And who'd like to bet how that old
bat will react to it? I mean, we don't know what'll happen,' Remus said.
'We all know she can burst,' Adele said
knowingly.
'Huh?'
'Nothing.'
'And she'll go: Boom!!!' Sirius said,
throwing his hands up like a mad scientist whose experiment had just been a
success.
'Who's put the drop in?' James asked. 'No
wait. I volunteer to do that honour myself.'
'Okay. And we'll distract her!' Adele and
Sirius said eagerly.
'Maybe you all can stop planning for the
meantime and help me finish your plan!' Lily scowled. 'This is the pioneer to
your plans, my potion detention and probably the key to my expellation!' Lily
said irritably, visibly annoyed at her friends for not helping her with her
potions.
'Gee, you needn't be so worked up, right?'
Remus said, folding his black sleeved. 'So, where do we start from? The
scratch? The skin? Or maybe the flesh?'
**
Lily yawned tiredly, sitting up on her bed
in the Marauder's Hideout. The last thing she remembered was she'd finished the
Unknown Potion and had done twice the amount of what Professor Halley had
expected from her. Lily yawned again.
'The potion!' James cried, springing up
suddenly like a stiff springboard.
Adele's hands were in the air, holding a …
um, something imaginary in it. She stared blankly at her hand, and then at
Sirius, who was looking at her oddly, wondering what had happened. Then Adele
burst out laughing like a mad cow.
'Haha! Sirius!! Haha!' Adele laughed.
'Uh-oh. Someone's too bright today,' Remus
noted, making up his bed. 'So which side of the bed did you wake up from,
Adele? The left? Or the right? Or was it with your feet swinging in the air and
your hair on their ends? You will look a sight, I daresay.'
Adele went on giggling and choking
helplessly, pointing at Sirius as she rolled onto the floor with a loud bang.
Lily and James turned curiously to the scowling boy (Sirius), wondering what on
earth is it that had made Adele laughed until she rolled off her bed, onto the
floor and round in circles, clutching the stitches at her sides.
Sirius is a normal person (as far as normal
would allow, though) and his patience has its limits.
'If I have a fly on my face, say it! Or
maybe green apples? Or did someone paint my face into zebra? Tell me!!!' Sirius
said demandingly. In reply, Adele just choked even more and Lily, James and
Remus were staring attentively at the girl, still wondering what made their
friend crack up in that way.
'We- we'll talk about it later,' Adele said,
hurriedly getting up. She went to the mirror the smoothen her hair and the rest
went to the washroom to brush their teeth.
'What on earth happened just now? What did
you see and isn't your head pain from that hit on the ground? I mean, the
carpet isn't THAT thick,' Lily whispered, when Sirius was out of sight. Adele
sighed happily.
'Nothing, really. I was just making a show
so that Padfoot would think that he have something invisible on his face. I did
it, didn't I?' Adele said anxiously.
'I wouldn't be here talking to you about it
if you didn't, right?' Lily said sarcastically. 'I mean, this is so obvious
that you had Padfoot fooled! C'mon, we'll leave this subject and go for
breakfast now.'
one by one, the Marauders climbed out of the
mirror cautiously. They cleverly avoided meeting Professor McGonagall (who was
after their hide for painting her blue room purple), the first-year twins (who
had taken to themselves to worship the five Marauders), the ever-bickering
couple (Tally and Dan) and Severus Snape (who was, as always, after them for
particular reasons). Finally, they reached the Great Hall, silent and
unnoticed.
However, before Remus could reach up for the
handle, Lily stopped him.
'I just remembered something important,'
Lily said solemnly.
'Which monster broke down?' Sirius said with
equal solemness, making the rest of the laugh. Lily cleared her throat.
'No! from last year on we hadn't showed
Adele how to start a proper, respectable entrance! She wasn't there last year
and we didn't bother this year as you, Mr Piggy Wiggy Sirius Padfoot, slept
it!' Lily said importantly.
'Yeah. What a total waste,' James sighed.
'We mustn't let them forget us, oh no! we'll revive their memory! The
terrorizing Marauders are back!'
'And all we need now is… a wand!' Remus said
in triumph, displaying his wand. 'And a couple of magic too, of course.'
'Oh, before we begin, let's let Adele see
some other traditions,' Lily said, her lips curling into a wicked grin. 'One
minute, please.'
She had her minute. Lily ran off from them
and returned promptly in exactly one minute. Adele found this almost
impossible, but it had happened and had proved itself too, by being displayed
right in front of her. Either Lily flew there – wherever it was – or her
running skills had improved tremendously.
'Now Adele,' Remus said. 'Here's out
traditional tradition!'
Bang! The heavy oak doors flew open
and a red carpet unrolled itself, stretching from the door to the Gryffindor
table. A little man (probably a dwarf, Adele told herself) blew the trumpet in
the well-known rhythm we all know from the medieval times:
pa-papapa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pweet!!!
'Announcing the grand arrival of Lily Evans,
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin aaaand Adele Varens!!!' the little man
cried it his high-pitched voice.
On cur, four of the said five marched into
the Great Hall, grinning happily at their own brilliance for making such a
show. Confettis fell and fireworks blasted beautifully into the transparent
ceiling up above. Adele observed this all in admiration and delight.
'Howdy! Been some time, mate, since you last
did that!' a Ravenclaw, supposedly of seventh year, said, grinning at them in
approval. Lily, James, Sirius and Remus bowed grandly, their falling hairs
touching the stone ground.
'Aren't you glad about it? This is
your last year!' Remus said. 'And that means it's your last time seeing this
event, as we do it only once a term.'
'Perfectly glad about this bid of goodbye,'
a seventh year Hufflepuff grinned. 'It is rather bad of me, as a Head
Girl, to let you do this, but as you're prefects yourself – Lily, James – I'm
not going to send you to detention. It's fine by rules, I guess.'
'Come on! In all five hundred pages of the
rulebook, none of them had anything on this!' her friend argued.
'Aah… right. Five points each for an
impressive greeting!' she said.
'You sure?? Are you mad???' Adele said in
amazement. It hadn't struck to her – or anyone – that making an entrance for a
late breakfast will earn them five points.
'Say, why didn't you join them?' a sixth year
Gryffindor asked.
'…'
'The post!!!' Lily cried happily, when the
owls flew into the hall in great flock.
Now, for those who remembered the joy Owl
Post was to a certain Slytherin a couple of years back, give yourself a pat in
the back. If not… you'll just have to read on to know what happened. If you do,
well, read on, too.
A large school owl flew to the Slytherin
table and dropped its letter on Snape's gold plate. Snape stared at it
curiously. The envelope was white paper, unlike the brown parchment types he
usually got from his Granny Snape back home at Snapeville. Snape tore it off
impatiently, wondering what its contents are.
And the song was back to haunt Snape!
Oh, you stupid rat
You're such a prat!
With pig face and a snout (oink, oink!)
What causes the dread
Besides living in a shed
But these wonder letters you'll receive
instead?
Enjoy yourself, you Slytherin scum
For I'll tell your big ear drums:
Scum, scram, run, flee;
For I am Voldemort's niece! — NOT!
And it burst
into flames, just like any Howler would after its message to its recipient.
Snape stared at it palely. It's been quite
some time – no. It's been a long time since he'd last received a Howler. He had
to be a "good boy whose value is higher than any jewel" to please his Father
Snape. His records weren't good and the professors have been sending things to
his father about him. And they weren't the pleasant ones.
The Howler he had just received gave him a
speechless shock. He was so immune to hearing and his eyes and face were so
blank that Adele seriously wondered if his eardrums had really punctured.
'Who sent that? Who sent that???' a
third year Slytherin yelled loudly, his sharp demanding voice demanding its
answer right away.
James turned slowly to Lily, meaning to
question if it was her doing. She loved doing stupid things like composing
song-Howlers to Snape and Petunia (though Petunia was out of her list now) and
she was always the one to be suspected. To his surprise, Lily had gone oddly
white in face and she was mumbling something under her breath.
'Tinker? Lily? Lily, are you alright?' James
asked in concern.
'T- that boy… He- He's Voldemort's se-
second man,' Lily trembled.
'What? Surely you aren't sick, are you
Tinker?'
'No, really! He'll be a Death Eater really
soon!'
'That's not a bother to us,' James frowned.
'It's always that way for Slytherins, right?'
'Oh, but he'll try to kill us!'
'Don't be stupid,' Adele scolded. 'He's only
a third year!'
'B- But—'
'Calm it, Tinker,' Sirius said soothingly.
'You're just dreaming!'
'I'm not! I'm as awake as you are! And
that's my instinct talking, so mind yourself, Sirius Black!' Lily snapped.
'Okay, okay! We'll take certain precautions,
okay?' Remus said gently. 'The Malfoys are always problem, wherever they are,
and that kid might be one himself, too.'
Lily just nodded her head numbly.
Her fear for the Malfoy-kid didn't last
long, though. A few minutes before Divination classes started, Lily was back to
her cheeky self. The boys had just poured a huge dose of Lily's Unknown Potion
into Professor Trelawney's pink teacup and she had just drank it, thinking the
cup the boys offered to her were just "too polite to refuse, with sincerity and
innocence."
'I'm dying to see what happens!' Adele said
eagerly.
'Dying? As in death?' Lily said. 'Go ahead,
Teddy. I'll be sure to remember to water your grave and the weeds that grow on
it.'
'No! I don't mean that!'
'Oh! You want me to kill you with a dagger!'
Lily said, drawing the knife from mid-air. 'Sure thing, why not?'
'Lily!!!'
'Or you want the Death himself to do that?
It'll be hard and painful, since the curved blade goes in slowly and surely,
and your red blood will—'
'Lily, you're disgusting!!! Stop it, Lily!'
Adele cried, obviously disgusted by the way Lily was describing it.
'We're learning tarot cards today,' Tally
said gloomily to them. 'I thought that runes was bad enough. Do you know how
to?'
'Why not?' Lily said. 'You just pick a card
and be done with it!'
Tally groaned.
'I can't! I tried numerous times already!!!
It just wouldn't work! I tried the Horseshoe Spread, the Celtic Cross… all of
them!'
'Too bad, then,' Lily said dismissively.
'Ssh! She drank it!' Sirius whispered,
sliding back to his seat.
'Good!!! What happened?' Adele asked
eagerly.
'Nothing yet. We'll see later,' Remus
whispered.
'Don't whisper! It's rude!' Tally scowled.
'Here comes the Insect!' James said eagerly,
when a pale, thin hand drew the curtains behind the desk back. Tally
immediately scampered back to her seat at the front, next to the leering Snape.
Professor Trelawney entered the classroom. But oh! What a different Trelawney! Those fashionable glass-rimmed ones replaced her large, thick glasses that magnified her eyes by several times. Her hair was dyed into lime green and brown (mixing a horrid colour) and were standing on their ends with the amount of gel she used on it. Her accessories and robes weren't there. Red-star earrings were pinned to her earlobes and she wore a red leather jacket with those shiny silver stars and a tight fitting black leotard beneath it. Her feet were slipped into inch-high boots, making her short figure look rather tall.
In response to this, the class gaped. Their usually dreamy teacher had turned into some sort of funky teen. It was really hard to believe that it is Sybil Trelawney that came into the class that day, not some crazy disco phantom.
'P- Professor!' Thomas Macmillan gaped in disbelief.
'W- what happened?' Dan Trevor stammered.
'My name, young man, is Trelawney. Sybil Trelawney. Code 005,' Trelawney said. even her voice was different. It was… odd. Lily was in the midst of laughing madly and snorting, but deciding she could afford to do neither at the moment, to look at Anna Hopkins, Trelawney's prized pupil "with a supremely God-gifted ability of Seer." She had a look of disbelief written all over her shocked face.
James burst out laughing.
'Code 005??? Who do you think you are?' he laughed.
'James bond,' Sirius said helpfully. 'One of the items, probably. Like the car.'
'Or maybe one of his girlfriends,' Remus sniggered.
Adele stared at Trelawney. She had gone blank, as if being possessed by something out of her control. She blinked back again and waved her wand. Trelawney was now dressed in country-folk dress with those ankle-length dress and an apron in front of it. Her hair was tied in two short plaits. Like those Dutch girls.
'Alright, children! Chop, chop!' Trelawney called in a singsong voice. 'We'll be playing "London Bridge Is Falling Down." Get into a line! Now, two people must stand here, to create the bridge. And…'
Divination class on that day was most definitely weird. The fifth years that chose Divination had a rather awkward feeling when they played "London Bridge Is Falling Down," singing its song as they played along.
When the song ended, Trelawney went blank again. After a few seconds, she blinked blankly, waved her wand and was clad in a simple folk's clothing. Her students stared at her in bewilderment. What had happened to Trelawney?
'Like, what are you all staring at? Like, me?' Trelawney asked with a little lilting accent in her voice. 'Like, that's like, rude y'know, like, to stare at, like, young girls like that.'
'Young?' James snorted.
'I think not!' Adele huffed.
'Professor, are you alright?' Anna asked.
'Like, of course I am! Like, you think I'm like, dead?' came the reply. The lady was now toying with one of her plaits (she hadn't taken them off yet).
'The hag has gone dodo,' Snape whispered to Tally.
'Who asked for your slimy opinion?' Tally said irritably.
'Like, what? You, like, asked for my opinion? Like, that is like, so very, like, considerately kind of you!' Trelawney said, overjoyed by the fact someone asked for her opinion on things, even if it is slimy. 'But my opinion on, like, what?'
Before the blonde girl could reply, Trelawney went into a trance again. She returned a few seconds later, grinning brightly at the nervous looking fifth years. In a flick of her wrist, she was dressed in the "funky teen-disco zombie" clothing.
'Oh me…' Lily said, worrying that her potion turn out wrongly.
'Wonder what'll happen next,' a very amused Sirius said eagerly.
'Hey there!!!!' Trelawney yelled suddenly, making all of her students jump up in amazement from this sudden outburst. 'Let's go for the Lingo!!!'
'No!' Adele cried. 'No! Not Lingo!!!'
'Oh yes there'll be one!' Trelawney chirped. 'Bring in the stick! Music, please!!!'
'No!' Lily yelled suddenly, making everyone – even Trelawney – stand still in place, in case a hidden bomb should explode now. 'I've got a really good idea. You'll all love it!!'
'Why, tell us! Don't have us delayed!' Trelawney said with great interest.
'Can you be or will you volunteer to be part of this… game, Sybil?' Lily asked Trelawney solemnly.
'Of course! Of course! My pleasure!'
'Alright. Prongs?' Lily said. 'Padfoot? Moony?'
'Yeah?'
'Pin her up,' Lily said.
The boys were about to ask how when Lily produced a huge quantity of daggers, Chinese swords, swords, partisans, lances… you name it, she has it. The ranging quality of cheap, rusting steel swords to the mythrill spears were unimaginable.
Our amused Divination teacher was now pinned onto a board with the help of the boys in the class. If was the sort of board that spin round and round. If you'd seen before a table that spins its food to its occupants, the one they stuck Trelawney on was almost similar to that sort.
'Alright, here's the game,' Lily said to her classmates. 'Each of you take a tool each. You now throw the daggers on our dear teacher. Here's the points calculation sheet.'
Lily pinned up a piece of parchment which reads:-
|
Stab The Teacher! 10 points – Middle 20 points – Head 30 points – Neck 40 points – Arm 50 points – Hand 60 points – Fingers 70 points – Knee Cap 80 points – Feet 90 points - Toes 100 points – Eyes/Through the Mouth/Nose hole/ Earlobes 5 points – Hair Should you hit outside the board or the teacher, you are given only half a point. |
And next to this notice, Adele pinned up another:-
|
Prizes 500 pts – 30 house points 400 pts – 20 house points 300 pts – 10 house points 200 pts – 5 house points 100 pts – 3 house points 50 pts – 2 house points * Points are calculated by your house. (Eg. 3 Hufflepuffs win 100pts each, thus, giving Hufflepuff house 10 points) ** Points are given by Lily Evans and James Potter (Certified prefects) |
'Not bad for a deal,' Rollent Ballstic said. 'Relieves stress and earns points.'
'Wouldn't we hurt her?' Thomas DeAnne asked.
'Nope! No blood! Special daggers!' Lily said assuringly.
'No wonder those Slytherins don't die when she shot them,' Sirius whispered to Remus.
'I'll be heavens if they die,' Remus said disappointedly.
'Well I'm glad for that,' James said. He continued logically, 'We don't want Tinker in Azkaban for killing, do we?'
'No!!!' Adele exclaimed.
'Hey, c'mon and join in the game!' Lily said happily, handing each of her friends a dagger each.
'Nah!' Adele said, turning off. She threw her dagger off, when Trelawney opened her mouth to yawn. Adele's dagger flew straight into the opened mouth and the students gasped in amazement. Gryffindor house got an instant 100 points for that careless throw.
AN: *sigh* isn't that wonderful? I wish I could do that to my teachers J they'll have the horror of their lives!!!! But I suppose they'll kill me first though, before I have a chance to even take them down ^^; anywayz, try not to ask me where I get this funny idea of playing with Trelawney… I know it was really cruel to her [aww… I'm actually sympathic? Hah!] but it was a great relief of stress just by writing it down. That's for torturing me. And yes, I do know James Bond probably don't exist at that time [I dunno… I only live for 14½ years!!! Or more. I'm bad in maths] but I just thought it'll be a great way to get rid of him from my mind. My parents. Long story.
Anywayz, the next chapter will most probably
be posted on my birthday [August 9], just to celebrate for my own birth, at 5pm
my time [about GMT +8 if I'm not wrong] since that was when I was born ^^
wonderful way, isn't it? Wanna guess why I chose that for this year's birthday?
Well, because I was born on August 9, Thursday!!!! Yep, I'll be 15 pretty soon!
*sigh* getting a little old, aren't I? I promise to try my best to make that
chapter really really nice to celebrate my own birth date and others who
were born on the same day! Hurrah! Hurrah! Maybe you can wish me happy birthday
or send me a card of some sort…?
Review, please? With a huge sundae and a gigantic, humongous cherry along with your favourite toppings and sprinklers? I even have flobberworms and Hippogriffs in the menu :) just to make up for chattering so much ^^;
