Penny wouldn't forget for a long time the horrible events of that quidditch match. After Fudge had hit the ground several professors had rushed towards him to see if they could help, but it was too late. The anguished look on Professor Weasley's face had confirmed it, even Snape had looked vaguely upset. Penny had only met him once at a ministry dinner, but he'd been polite and Penny had quite liked him, and she was upset that he had died. Georgina had met him as well and she'd liked him too. Jay-Dee and Harrison had never met him and now they never would. But what Penny couldn't understand was why his broom had gone out of control? Everyone knew that Firebolt 3000's were always kept in top conditions by their owners and it took powerful magic to jinx one of them, no kid at Hogwarts could have done it as a joke that had gone wrong. His death could not have been an accident.

Due to Phillip's death, Sirius' prank on Snape had been delayed as a sign of respect. But Jay-Dee was very glad to learn he hadn't forgotten about it.

Jay-Dee was walking out of the dungeons alone after Snape had kept her back to clean up her latest potions disaster when she heard a whispered, "Jay-Dee!" She turned around to see a very furtive looking Sirius Black lurking around a corner. Jay-Dee checked to see if Snape was coming before walking over.

"Quick!" Sirius grabbed Jay-Dee's arm and pulled her into a broom closet.

"I thought this was a good place to meet," Sirius explained.

"Eh, Mr Black? I have a bucket on my head, a little help?" Sirius took the bucket off of her head. "Thanks for that."

Just to let you know," Sirius looked furtive. "It's been done."

"Really?" Jay-Dee said excitidly. "What did you do?"

"Let's just say my dear pal Severus might be wondering where a few of his limbs have gone," Sirius sniggered. "I haven't used that curse since seventh year. I'll have to teach it to you some day! Now I'd better leave before someone comes along." And it was like that Sirius exited the broom closet, leaving Jay-Dee to snigger to herself.

In the staffroom, Professor Weasley was correcting some homework. "Honestly!" she muttered to herself. "Harrison Malfoy's grammer is pathetic!"

"What did you expect?" Professor Potter said laughing. "Kids of today!" he sniggered some more.

"Well I suppose poor grammer is a lot better then being like his father." Professor Weasley rolled her eyes. "Was there something you wanted Harry?"

"Well, I was wondering Hermione, can you remove a major curse?" asked Harry.

"Yes, but we'd both be out of a job wouldn't we?" Professor Weasley replied.

"What do you mean?" Professor Potter asked in a puzzled tone.

"Well Harry, do you think Minerva would let us stay if we killed Snape?"

Professor Potter laughed. "Well actually, it wasn't me. I'll give you three guesses as to who it was and the first two don't count."

Professor Weasley groaned. "Honestly Harry, I thought Sirius was middle aged by now, not a seventh year! What has he done now?"

Professor Potter sniggered. "He's missing several limbs."

Professor Weasley sniggered and sighed at the same time. 'Honestly, Sirius has done that so many times. You would have thought Snape would learnt not to accept any drinks off of him!"

"So can you fix him?"

Professor Weasley thought for a moment. "Later."