A/N: Little bit of language, guys, but I still think this one is still PG-
13. I am now unsure about the course of future sequels (2-4, all different
formats) but I am sure of where this one goes and ends up. I am hoping to
get there soon, so bear with me!
Disclaimer: Like everyone else on this site I don't own Harry Potter, though I very much wish I did. I have made up the spell "ebriata" (pronounced ee-bree-ah-tah) its from the Latin ebrius, which means drunk. I made up Professor Sambora, though I have borrowed his name from the Bon Jovi guitarist and incredibly gifted soloist, Ritchie Sambora. Ritchie, you're better than Hendrix!
Bootmarks and Betrayal-The beginning of the end
The remaining time we spent at Hogwarts was rather uneventful, except for the changes made as of that fateful Christmas holiday. I had better take you through it briefly, up until the eve of our graduation.
Lily, though not for lack of trying on our parts, rarely spoke to us again. She was so hell bent on not forgiving us for things we had not done, she asked Dumbledore for a house transfer. He reasoned with her for about a month, until her parents got involved and threatened to remove her from Hogwarts, and he couldn't let her go after nearly all her exam marks since the first year had been top of the year (Severus trounced her at Potions, not that it matters). We didn't know where she had transferred to, or why, until about halfway through the term after Christmas, she showed up to one of our Transfiguration lessons wearing Gryffindor robes and a smug sneer that a Malfoy would have been proud of.
Which brings me to the Marauders again. Lily had found solace in the arms of that bastard Potter. He and Pettigrew were being unbearable about the whole affair, giving myself and Severus evil grins whenever they could. Don't think we were that hard done by, mind. One evening, I was helping Severus in the Potions lab, and James popped his head around the door to make some chide. Severus didn't even need to look around to know who it was, flipped his wand over his shoulder and shouted "Ebriata". Potter proceeded to fall over, unconscious on the floor. He would come round eventually, but would show all the evidences of being drunk and consequently get told off for it. As far as I remember, Gryffindor lost 70 points to Professor Sambora
"Good shot." I said, regarding James like a pheasant shot down on a hunting estate at long range.
"Practise makes perfect, Rene. I've been wanting to do that since...uh, pass me that vial, will you?" The quick change in topic made me feel a pang of hate towards Lily again. There would always be these annoying pauses, and we would always say things that would dredge up the past. We trudged out of the potions room, I taking a little pity on James and stepping over him, Severus taking none, leaving bootmarks on his shin, groin and forehead. I'm still amazed he got away with that without Potter ever turning us in. Perhaps he knew he had had a thousand revenges on us both by having Lily.
We went on, throughout our last year, in a haze of unhappiness and longing to get to the end of what had become a two-year torture. Lily, Peter and James seemed to become more evil by the day, though Sirius remained passive, and Remus went the other way. Sirius would often tell James he looked like a peacock with a rock up it's arse, strutting around, showing Lily off. Remus was a little more delicate, though I must admit, he has always been a gentleman. He was militant in trying to repair our broken friendship, and for this I am eternally grateful to him, albeit his attempts were in vain. Though, perhaps they were not entirely lost. While James would shout and curse at Remus for his "interference", Lily would sometimes glance over to us with an apologetic look about her, and smile faintly. It was never returned, just acknowledged, with a curt nod of my head and rapid clenching of Severus' fists.
We passed our N.E.W.T.s with flying colours, and in most subjects we came top of the year. This proved to me what I had suspected; Lily had gone off the rails. She passed all her exams, though only with average marks, and her papers looked suspiciously similar to James's. As graduation drew nearer, the apologetic looks became more frequent, and all malice disappeared from her attitude. It did not from ours, though now, it seems, life was too short. If I had learnt to forgive and forget a little sooner, I would have known her again, for the time that mattered.
Disclaimer: Like everyone else on this site I don't own Harry Potter, though I very much wish I did. I have made up the spell "ebriata" (pronounced ee-bree-ah-tah) its from the Latin ebrius, which means drunk. I made up Professor Sambora, though I have borrowed his name from the Bon Jovi guitarist and incredibly gifted soloist, Ritchie Sambora. Ritchie, you're better than Hendrix!
Bootmarks and Betrayal-The beginning of the end
The remaining time we spent at Hogwarts was rather uneventful, except for the changes made as of that fateful Christmas holiday. I had better take you through it briefly, up until the eve of our graduation.
Lily, though not for lack of trying on our parts, rarely spoke to us again. She was so hell bent on not forgiving us for things we had not done, she asked Dumbledore for a house transfer. He reasoned with her for about a month, until her parents got involved and threatened to remove her from Hogwarts, and he couldn't let her go after nearly all her exam marks since the first year had been top of the year (Severus trounced her at Potions, not that it matters). We didn't know where she had transferred to, or why, until about halfway through the term after Christmas, she showed up to one of our Transfiguration lessons wearing Gryffindor robes and a smug sneer that a Malfoy would have been proud of.
Which brings me to the Marauders again. Lily had found solace in the arms of that bastard Potter. He and Pettigrew were being unbearable about the whole affair, giving myself and Severus evil grins whenever they could. Don't think we were that hard done by, mind. One evening, I was helping Severus in the Potions lab, and James popped his head around the door to make some chide. Severus didn't even need to look around to know who it was, flipped his wand over his shoulder and shouted "Ebriata". Potter proceeded to fall over, unconscious on the floor. He would come round eventually, but would show all the evidences of being drunk and consequently get told off for it. As far as I remember, Gryffindor lost 70 points to Professor Sambora
"Good shot." I said, regarding James like a pheasant shot down on a hunting estate at long range.
"Practise makes perfect, Rene. I've been wanting to do that since...uh, pass me that vial, will you?" The quick change in topic made me feel a pang of hate towards Lily again. There would always be these annoying pauses, and we would always say things that would dredge up the past. We trudged out of the potions room, I taking a little pity on James and stepping over him, Severus taking none, leaving bootmarks on his shin, groin and forehead. I'm still amazed he got away with that without Potter ever turning us in. Perhaps he knew he had had a thousand revenges on us both by having Lily.
We went on, throughout our last year, in a haze of unhappiness and longing to get to the end of what had become a two-year torture. Lily, Peter and James seemed to become more evil by the day, though Sirius remained passive, and Remus went the other way. Sirius would often tell James he looked like a peacock with a rock up it's arse, strutting around, showing Lily off. Remus was a little more delicate, though I must admit, he has always been a gentleman. He was militant in trying to repair our broken friendship, and for this I am eternally grateful to him, albeit his attempts were in vain. Though, perhaps they were not entirely lost. While James would shout and curse at Remus for his "interference", Lily would sometimes glance over to us with an apologetic look about her, and smile faintly. It was never returned, just acknowledged, with a curt nod of my head and rapid clenching of Severus' fists.
We passed our N.E.W.T.s with flying colours, and in most subjects we came top of the year. This proved to me what I had suspected; Lily had gone off the rails. She passed all her exams, though only with average marks, and her papers looked suspiciously similar to James's. As graduation drew nearer, the apologetic looks became more frequent, and all malice disappeared from her attitude. It did not from ours, though now, it seems, life was too short. If I had learnt to forgive and forget a little sooner, I would have known her again, for the time that mattered.
