Rosemary For Protection
Chapter 7
(A/N) Haha!!! *Evil, diabolical laugh* Even though nobody's reading this story, it still makes me feel good to get it posted, as I've been meaning to do it for a year. And if you are reading this story, I LOVE YOU! Just leave me a review so I can love you to pieces, anonymous or not!
Lily leaned over and examined the notes in my lap. "Do you need help?" She asked concernedly.
"Yes!" I laughed. "I spent that hour of class memorizing the review!"
She was explaining the finer points of the basic flick-and-swish (which we obviously hadn't learned properly) to me when, through the Great Doors, came the boys. James and Remus each had one of Sirius' arms and were supporting his entire weight between them.
They staggered over to our table amidst whispers and laughs, and dropped Sirius down onto the bench between Lily and me. He leaned onto my shoulder exaggeratedly, and winked. I snorted. "Why aren't you walking for yourself? Seems rather un-Sirius-like to me."
He gave a great, dramatic sigh. "Well, after the episode in Sprout's classroom, she took me up to the hospital wing, and Pomfrey gave me a particularly nasty potion, something about the mind needing to recover and not needing the extra strain of being able and having to move the rest of me."
James raised an eyebrow, and paused in shoveling food into his mouth. "It's just to keep him in line while he lies in the hospital wing."
I nodded. "Uh huh. That really doesn't explain much, though."
Suddenly all four pairs of eyes were fixed on me, looking thoughtful, confused, or disbelieving, and all paused in mid-chew. "You mean to say that you don't know why Sirius passed out?" Remus asked, appearing torn between amusement and disbelief.
"Yes, that's what I mean to say," I clarified.
"We were repotting Mandrakes, their cry can kill if they're adults. Sirius got lucky, they're still babies now. As he wasn't smart enough to bury it properly, I'm surprised it didn't get any of the others of us." Lily said imperiously.
Well, that made sense. "Oh." I responded.
"So, what was it you were trying to ask me this morning?" Sirius diverted the attention back to himself.
Lily shot him a Look, and lunch was over. Sirius moaned that he hadn't got enough to eat (though he'd been fed enough to get him through to supper), and then James stopped dead in trying to get Sirius up.
"Remus," He said suddenly. "Do you know what class we have next?"
Remus paused, and he buried his face in his hands. "Divination."
James looked at me, then at Remus, then at Sirius. "You can't expect us to drag you all the way up to the top of the North Tower," He told Sirius.
Sirius grinned that feral grin I had already seen too often. "Can't I?"
James and Remus grunted as they hauled Sirius out of his seat.
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We had only gotten to the bottom of the Tower when James dropped from exhaustion, and Remus let go of Sirius' arm.
"Come on James, we can't just leave him here," Remus encouraged him.
James shot him a Look, very like the one Lily had given Sirius earlier. "Yes, we can."
I lost patience. "Fine, I'll carry him." I offered.
James snorted. "You couldn't carry Sirius if your life depended on it!" He told me.
I grinned, and I'm sure I had a maniacal glint in my eyes. "Oh, can't I?"
I bent down and wrapped Sirius in a bear hug, his feet dragging on the floor from his knees down, and made it two flights of stairs up before I turned back down to James and Remus. "Well, come on! We're going to be late!"
They both stared at me, mouthing like goldfish left on the counter. "How... I mean... and no... just... ?" Remus tried.
I snickered. "It's like ants, the smaller you are the more you can carry. Now, let's go."
James' eyes narrowed. "Come on! Sirius must weigh four times what you do, and ... no! There must be a trick."
I had been using my wings to take my weight, and used mine to take Sirius'. Now I realized that James, at least, wasn't going to let it go, and Remus looked very curious.
I sighed. "Fine. But I have to know that you won't say anything, even to Lily."
Remus chimed in. "He tells Lily everything."
I raised an eyebrow at James, who was quicky turning a delicate pink color. "Well?"
Curiosity took over, and he gave in. "All right. I swear on Sirius's life."
"Hey! She'll hold you to that!" Sirius complained.
"What about you and Remus?" I asked him.
"Well, I'll make a deal with you," Remus told me. "Since you know about me, it's only fair that I know about you. As long as you don't say anything, I won't either."
I nodded. "Sirius?"
"Same deal as Remus, except that I'll tell you later. Here really isn't the place."
I couldn't resist. Anything for blackmailing Black. "All right then. Done deal. I've been lifting as much weight as I can with my wings."
James goggled. "You don't have wings." He told me blankly.
I laughed, not even attempting to hide my amusement. "Yes, I do. That's why I wanted to be so far ahead of you, so I wouldn't hit you."
Remus's eyes bugged out of his head, and he gasped. "Oh wow..."
Then Sirius. "Great Merlin! How do you hide those?"
James looked lost. "It's a Will Charm. You have to believe that they're there and to trust me to see them. Listen, if both of your best friends see them, they must be there, right?" I beat them to rise a couple of feet off of the floor to prove my point.
I sighed. "Never mind, James. We're going to be late. Let's get going."
Remus and I joined hands to make a seat for Sirius, and James walked behind to make sure he didn't fall backwards down the stairs. We were almost to the top of the second-to-last flight of stairs when James stopped suddenly. "What?" Remus asked him, curious to why James's jaw was practically on the stairs.
"Oh!" I got it suddenly. "Remus, he sees my wings."
James nodded, looking vaguely awestruck. I laughed, and we made it to the top of the stairs with no more trouble.
When we got to the top, I saw no classroom door. Instead, as the bell rang, a silvery ladder dropped down from a trapdoor above us. Most of the class climbed up, leaving the four of us at the bottom.
"How are we going to get Sirius up there?" Remus wondered aloud.
James turned to Sirius. "How long does Pomfrey's potion last?"
Sirius looked worried. "I don't know."
I shimmied up the ladder to find the teacher. All I found was a motley of furntinture (mostly old tables with poufy armchairs around them) and a filled classroom with no teacher.
"Where's Professor Trelawney?" Someone asked. Nobody seemed to know.
"Right here, dears," A misty voice sounded, and a woman who reminded me of a giant dragonfly emerged from the shadows, rather like Professor Binns had appeared from the blackboard.
"Professor?" I asked.
She jumped, like a shot had rung out. She looked at me, and her eyes got alarmingly large. "Y, yes, my dear? Is there a problem?"
"Yes. Sirius Black is stuck at the bottom, and we don't know how to get him up here."
"Stuck?" She looked confused, and I tried my best not to laugh. She glided to the edge of the trapdoor, and gazed down. "Yes, my dear. I quite understand." She turned to the class. "Is anyone in this class confident in their Levitation abilities?"
A few tentative hands were raised, and she called a curly-haired girl to come and Levitate Sirius up. "OR I COULD JUST STAY DOWN HERE AND LISTEN!" Sirius hollered at the top of his lungs.
The Professor sighed, and I got the feeling that these incidents were not uncommon. The brown-haired girl pointed her wand at Sirius and muttered something. He cringed, and banged an elbow and his head on the way through the trapdoor, but made it up in one piece. I sat next to Sirius at the nearest table, leaning him back into his chair whenever he started to lean.
By the end of the hour, Sirius had been lashed to his chair with a few scarves, I had learned next to nothing about scrying, and Professor Trelawney had predicted James's death via drowning.
Chapter 7
(A/N) Haha!!! *Evil, diabolical laugh* Even though nobody's reading this story, it still makes me feel good to get it posted, as I've been meaning to do it for a year. And if you are reading this story, I LOVE YOU! Just leave me a review so I can love you to pieces, anonymous or not!
Lily leaned over and examined the notes in my lap. "Do you need help?" She asked concernedly.
"Yes!" I laughed. "I spent that hour of class memorizing the review!"
She was explaining the finer points of the basic flick-and-swish (which we obviously hadn't learned properly) to me when, through the Great Doors, came the boys. James and Remus each had one of Sirius' arms and were supporting his entire weight between them.
They staggered over to our table amidst whispers and laughs, and dropped Sirius down onto the bench between Lily and me. He leaned onto my shoulder exaggeratedly, and winked. I snorted. "Why aren't you walking for yourself? Seems rather un-Sirius-like to me."
He gave a great, dramatic sigh. "Well, after the episode in Sprout's classroom, she took me up to the hospital wing, and Pomfrey gave me a particularly nasty potion, something about the mind needing to recover and not needing the extra strain of being able and having to move the rest of me."
James raised an eyebrow, and paused in shoveling food into his mouth. "It's just to keep him in line while he lies in the hospital wing."
I nodded. "Uh huh. That really doesn't explain much, though."
Suddenly all four pairs of eyes were fixed on me, looking thoughtful, confused, or disbelieving, and all paused in mid-chew. "You mean to say that you don't know why Sirius passed out?" Remus asked, appearing torn between amusement and disbelief.
"Yes, that's what I mean to say," I clarified.
"We were repotting Mandrakes, their cry can kill if they're adults. Sirius got lucky, they're still babies now. As he wasn't smart enough to bury it properly, I'm surprised it didn't get any of the others of us." Lily said imperiously.
Well, that made sense. "Oh." I responded.
"So, what was it you were trying to ask me this morning?" Sirius diverted the attention back to himself.
Lily shot him a Look, and lunch was over. Sirius moaned that he hadn't got enough to eat (though he'd been fed enough to get him through to supper), and then James stopped dead in trying to get Sirius up.
"Remus," He said suddenly. "Do you know what class we have next?"
Remus paused, and he buried his face in his hands. "Divination."
James looked at me, then at Remus, then at Sirius. "You can't expect us to drag you all the way up to the top of the North Tower," He told Sirius.
Sirius grinned that feral grin I had already seen too often. "Can't I?"
James and Remus grunted as they hauled Sirius out of his seat.
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We had only gotten to the bottom of the Tower when James dropped from exhaustion, and Remus let go of Sirius' arm.
"Come on James, we can't just leave him here," Remus encouraged him.
James shot him a Look, very like the one Lily had given Sirius earlier. "Yes, we can."
I lost patience. "Fine, I'll carry him." I offered.
James snorted. "You couldn't carry Sirius if your life depended on it!" He told me.
I grinned, and I'm sure I had a maniacal glint in my eyes. "Oh, can't I?"
I bent down and wrapped Sirius in a bear hug, his feet dragging on the floor from his knees down, and made it two flights of stairs up before I turned back down to James and Remus. "Well, come on! We're going to be late!"
They both stared at me, mouthing like goldfish left on the counter. "How... I mean... and no... just... ?" Remus tried.
I snickered. "It's like ants, the smaller you are the more you can carry. Now, let's go."
James' eyes narrowed. "Come on! Sirius must weigh four times what you do, and ... no! There must be a trick."
I had been using my wings to take my weight, and used mine to take Sirius'. Now I realized that James, at least, wasn't going to let it go, and Remus looked very curious.
I sighed. "Fine. But I have to know that you won't say anything, even to Lily."
Remus chimed in. "He tells Lily everything."
I raised an eyebrow at James, who was quicky turning a delicate pink color. "Well?"
Curiosity took over, and he gave in. "All right. I swear on Sirius's life."
"Hey! She'll hold you to that!" Sirius complained.
"What about you and Remus?" I asked him.
"Well, I'll make a deal with you," Remus told me. "Since you know about me, it's only fair that I know about you. As long as you don't say anything, I won't either."
I nodded. "Sirius?"
"Same deal as Remus, except that I'll tell you later. Here really isn't the place."
I couldn't resist. Anything for blackmailing Black. "All right then. Done deal. I've been lifting as much weight as I can with my wings."
James goggled. "You don't have wings." He told me blankly.
I laughed, not even attempting to hide my amusement. "Yes, I do. That's why I wanted to be so far ahead of you, so I wouldn't hit you."
Remus's eyes bugged out of his head, and he gasped. "Oh wow..."
Then Sirius. "Great Merlin! How do you hide those?"
James looked lost. "It's a Will Charm. You have to believe that they're there and to trust me to see them. Listen, if both of your best friends see them, they must be there, right?" I beat them to rise a couple of feet off of the floor to prove my point.
I sighed. "Never mind, James. We're going to be late. Let's get going."
Remus and I joined hands to make a seat for Sirius, and James walked behind to make sure he didn't fall backwards down the stairs. We were almost to the top of the second-to-last flight of stairs when James stopped suddenly. "What?" Remus asked him, curious to why James's jaw was practically on the stairs.
"Oh!" I got it suddenly. "Remus, he sees my wings."
James nodded, looking vaguely awestruck. I laughed, and we made it to the top of the stairs with no more trouble.
When we got to the top, I saw no classroom door. Instead, as the bell rang, a silvery ladder dropped down from a trapdoor above us. Most of the class climbed up, leaving the four of us at the bottom.
"How are we going to get Sirius up there?" Remus wondered aloud.
James turned to Sirius. "How long does Pomfrey's potion last?"
Sirius looked worried. "I don't know."
I shimmied up the ladder to find the teacher. All I found was a motley of furntinture (mostly old tables with poufy armchairs around them) and a filled classroom with no teacher.
"Where's Professor Trelawney?" Someone asked. Nobody seemed to know.
"Right here, dears," A misty voice sounded, and a woman who reminded me of a giant dragonfly emerged from the shadows, rather like Professor Binns had appeared from the blackboard.
"Professor?" I asked.
She jumped, like a shot had rung out. She looked at me, and her eyes got alarmingly large. "Y, yes, my dear? Is there a problem?"
"Yes. Sirius Black is stuck at the bottom, and we don't know how to get him up here."
"Stuck?" She looked confused, and I tried my best not to laugh. She glided to the edge of the trapdoor, and gazed down. "Yes, my dear. I quite understand." She turned to the class. "Is anyone in this class confident in their Levitation abilities?"
A few tentative hands were raised, and she called a curly-haired girl to come and Levitate Sirius up. "OR I COULD JUST STAY DOWN HERE AND LISTEN!" Sirius hollered at the top of his lungs.
The Professor sighed, and I got the feeling that these incidents were not uncommon. The brown-haired girl pointed her wand at Sirius and muttered something. He cringed, and banged an elbow and his head on the way through the trapdoor, but made it up in one piece. I sat next to Sirius at the nearest table, leaning him back into his chair whenever he started to lean.
By the end of the hour, Sirius had been lashed to his chair with a few scarves, I had learned next to nothing about scrying, and Professor Trelawney had predicted James's death via drowning.