A/N: Hey everyone! This is the fourth installment of the story. Let's see… we find out about 'Charlie Hunter'. We will have the first Quidditch game of the season. And, uh… something is going to happen to Jules. No, she is not going to die, bunny chan! So you can't hurt me! Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah! Without further ado, here is Chapter 4.
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MY2 ~ The Great Prank War
By Noelle
Chapter 4: Before the Awakening
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I looked above the other day
Cuz I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon
If it's high play it low, if it's harvest go slow and if it's full, then go
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you're gonna get some
~Turn off the Light
Nelly Furtado
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As all good things (or in James' case, bad things) end, so did the Halloween Ball. The pupils of Hogwarts awoke the next morning, eager for their day of nothingness. Classes had been canceled, since they had been out so late.
Sirius spent the entire morning trying to find out who Charlie Hunter was. After all, he may be behind 'C.A.H.' Needless to say, Sirius did not succeed in his quest. He had come close though. He had found a Hufflepuff earlier that morning…
"Do you know who Charlie Hunter is?" he asked the boy.
The boy rolled his eyes. "Doesn't everyone know Charlie? I mean, seriously."
"I don't. Now, who is Charlie?"
The boy looked at Sirius. "If you want to know that badly, find out for yourself," he said, walking off.
Sirius shook his head. He shouldn't have let that boy walk off. He thought of this over and over again at dinner that night. However, his train of thoughts couldn't last for long. Someone just had to go and interrupt him.
Around 50 firecrackers went off, and a banner dropped from the ceiling. The banner read 'Hufflepuff for the Quidditch Cup', and in parentheses below it, it said 'You know we're going to win it. Don't even deny it!' Then, a parade of dancing monkeys, bears, and elephants paraded into the Great Hall.
Minnie stalked over to the Hufflepuff Table. "CHARLIE HUNTER!" she shouted, her nostrils flaring.
Sirius stood on the table. Finally, he would learn the identity of the 'Charlie Hunter' fellow. His eyes followed Minnie, as she walked to the very end of the table.
"CHARLIE!" Minnie shouted once again.
"Who me?" called out a voice at the end of Hufflepuff table.
And then Sirius caught sight of Charlie Hunter, the mythical prankster who had 'livened up' the Ball.
And Sirius Black fell off the table.
Okay, so Sirius didn't exactly see Charlie. He just saw Charlie's blonde head. And then, James thought it would be funny to trip him, so he never got to see him. However, Sirius did get to pour a bowl of gravy on James' head. That is always an enjoyable occurrence.
Sirius refused to speak to James for the rest of the day. After all, he messed up Sirius' chance of seeing Charlie.
"Sirius," James panted, running after Sirius, who had just exited the Great Hall.
Sirius did not acknowledge his presence.
"Sirius! You're being a prat! What does it matter, about who Charlie Hunter is anyway? Sirius?"
For some reason, Sirius had a funny feeling that 'Charlie Hunter' was going to end up being a big deal.
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Trudging to the History of Magic classroom on Tuesday night, Sirius didn't even talk. He was too hungry. Minnie had assigned him detention, but he couldn't have a nighttime detention due to the class, so she gave it to him during dinner. He didn't even get to eat!
Sirius sat down next to Michael and Remus, looking down. Minnie walked in, and told them to be quiet. This was not a rare occurrence. Minnie always told them to be quiet.
"Tonight," Minnie said. "We will learn names of the others. Now, I want you to just say a few things about yourself when I call your name. First, Michael Barnette."
Michael waved to everyone. "I'm Michael, and I pride myself on being a nuisance to Minnie here," he said. The class laughed, except for Minnie who scowled him.
"Sirius Black," she continued.
Sirius looked up. "Sirius is hungry," he said. This earned a few laughs and a severe look from Minnie.
"Albert Derwin," Minnie called out.
Albert grinned. "I'm Albert, and I think Transfiguration is the worst subject in all of Hogwarts -- no, in all the world!"
Minnie's fists clamped together, and her mouth became tight. "Lily Evans," she said, through clenched teeth.
Lily smiled. "I am Lily. I agree with Albert. I also agree with Sirius -- I'm hungry too. And I, like Michael, pride myself on being a nuisance."
The class began to laugh again. Minnie became even more agitated, if that's possible. "Meghan Gingham," she said.
The Hufflepuff bimbo stood up. "Like, my name is Meghan. And I, like, am beautiful. But I'm sure that you, like, already knew that."
A blonde girl burst out laughing at this. Meghan shot her a dirty look before sitting down.
Minnie looked at the next name, and groaned. "Charlotte Hunter," she said.
The blonde girl who had earlier laughed stood up. "Hullo! I pride myself on turning Minnie into an animal, usually a farm animal, at least once a week. But sometimes more. And Minnie, the name's Charlie!"
Sirius fell out of his chair. "You… You… You're Charlie?"
The girl looked at Sirius. "Yes. What's it to you?" she said, in a clear American accent.
"But… but… you can't be. Charlie's a guy!"
"No, Charlie isn't!" the girl snapped. "Charlie is a girl, and Charlie is standing right here in front of you!"
Sirius stared at the 'imposter' stonily. "Charlie is a guy's name."
Charlie stared right back at him. "Well, Sirius is a star. And besides, Charlie is short for Charlotte. Now, I'm outta here. I can't put up with this kind of abuse!" And with that, Charlie Hunter, the blonde, petite Hufflepuff, walked out of the room. Not before throwing a dungbomb at Sirius' head, mind you. Also, not before turning Minnie into a pig.
Sirius was speechless. Charlie Hunter was a girl?
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On Wednesday morning, Charlie had nothing better to do, so she went to the library. She wanted to research pranks. The nerve of Sirius Black, insulting her! Oh, was he going to get it…
"Hey Charlie," said Rhiane Richards. Rhiane was a Ravenclaw, who was fairly quiet. But if you got her mad… that's another story. Elyssa Vanderbelt also sat at the table. She chose to not talk today though. Elyssa wasn't really a 'morning person'.
"Pass me that book," Charlie said. Rhiane rolled her eyes. Charlie had never been one for manners. Nevertheless, Rhiane handed Charlie 'A Thousand and One and a Third Ways to Curse Your Enemies and Friends'. It was a marvelous book, complete with detailed explanations. It even had pictures!
Charlie flipped through the book nonchalantly, looking for the most grotesque picture. Sirius Orion Black only deserved that much…
"So, how's your mum?" Elyssa asked, hoping to start a conversation.
"Oh, she's fine. She's happy to be living in America again. She never wanted to move here to begin with, but because of Mark's job…"
"Oh that's right," Rhiane said knowingly. "So, they separated how long ago?"
"Two weeks ago. I never liked him though. There's just a thing about the third stepfather -- I don't really know. They're just… not good," Charlie said, not particularly paying attention to what she was saying.
And then, Charlie found the perfect picture. Which of course, led to the perfect prank. Which led to the perfect payback. Which led to the perfect blackmail picture. It was a cycle, really.
Charlie's mouth curved into a 'sinister' smile, which could rival that of a 'Marauding Grin'. "Hey Rhiane," she said, "what do you think of this?" She handed Rhiane the book.
Rhiane wrinkled her nose. "Looks awfully cruel. Who's it for?"
Charlie's grin grew wider, if that was possible. "Sirius Black".
Rhiane snorted. "Then by all means, go ahead…" She handed the book to Elyssa. "What do you think?"
Elyssa smiled. "That prat deserves it. You know, last week he and his friends pranked Kelly Rowland really bad. She never did anything to him! But she will now…" Elyssa said vaguely.
"So, did you Ravenclaws decide to enter the War?" asked Charlie. She was very curious about the whole 'War' process. But even Elyssa couldn't catch the meaningful glance she shot at Rhiane.
"Yes. But we still need something groundbreaking to do. So many things have been done. Especially by the Venustians and C.A.H."
"Don't I know it," muttered Charlie. "Don't I know it…"
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"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" someone said.
Bella Figg rolled over, ignoring the constant beeping.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" the voice said louder.
Bella continued to ignore it.
"Okay, that's it. I tried to be nice, but now - "
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bella screamed. The 'Voice', also known as James Potter, had poured ice cold water on her head. "That was mean!"
James grinned from his perch on the night table. "What can I say?" he said mockingly. "I'm a mean person."
"I'm going back to sleep!" Bella said angrily, containing herself. How she would just love to punch James in the nose…
"And miss our first Quidditch game?" James asked.
Bella fell to the ground. "What?" she asked, from the floor.
"Quidditch game. It's in, oh, 20 minutes," James said nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" screeched Bella. She began to run out of the room. James slowly followed behind her.
He didn't mention that she was still in her pajamas.
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It was cold out, although it was only November. Bella shivered, as she tucked herself between James and Sirius. Even though they were at war, she was cold. And she couldn't be at war with them if she died of frostbite, could she?
"Okay team," said Molly Fitzgerald. "It's our first game. And we are going to win! That is, if we play like we practiced. James, Gwyn, and I will start with a Hawkshead Formation, and move to a Duck formation after that. All right with you guys?"
Gwyneth Baker nodded, while James called out, "Aye Aye Captain!"
With a small smile, Molly continued on. "Christopher? I want you to aim for their Seeker and Beaters only. 'Drom? You aim for their Chasers."
"Got it," Andormada Black said softly. She was tired, because some people were quite noise last night, having a 'Pre-Victory' party. She glared at Sirius and James evilly.
"Bella? I want you to catch the Snitch. Now, you know how to do a Wronski, right?"
Bella nodded, mutely. It was too cold to talk.
"Okay. I want you to do it if you are in dire need of it. If not, we'll save it for the Slytherins. Does everyone understand what they're doing?"'
The seven Quidditch players nodded, and grabbed their brooms. All were top of the line, of course. They then silently walked out of the locker rooms, onto the field.
The sound was deafening. In fact, Bella had to plug her ears, it was so noisy. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors screamed their consent at their heroes. Sure, the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins booed, but the boos could barely be heard.
Bella looked around, as Lily announced her name. She waved at her friend, in the Commentating Booth. Remus and Michael were with Lily. They eagerly gave Bella thumbs-up. She grinned in response. It looks like war can divide everything but Quidditch.
Andromada came over and elbowed Bella, and told her that it was time to play. Bella nodded, and walked to the center of the field.
She watched as Molly and the Hufflepuff Captain, Randall Burns, shook hands.
And then, the game was on.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and Bella rose into the steadily. She searched for a glint of gold. The other Seeker was on the other side of the field.
Bella didn't see anything, so she decided to watch the game. Usually, the Snitch liked to mingle about with the players.
James, Molly, and Gwyn were in their formation, and fast approaching the goal. Molly passed James the Quaffle, and he threw it…
"GOAL!" Lily cried out energetically. "Gryffindor is first on the board…"
Bella decided to go searching for the Snitch again. The other Seeker had made no progress.
Suddenly, a bludger came racing out of nowhere. Bella froze.
Oh gosh. My life is over. And I never even got to kiss a guy yet. Except for that one guy… but he doesn't count. And neither does that other one. Or that one… Nevermind that. I'll die without getting married. And without getting that cottage in the countryside and apartment in the city. And I'll die without having Hunter, Celeste, and Faye. Oh, where did I go wrong? Shoot. I'll die without turning in the Transfiguration homework. And I won't get to see Minnie's face when she finds out that I'm dead. Oh, no!
Zooming out of nowhere, Sirius flew over, and knocked the bludger, before the impact. Bella could hear the crack of the bat echoing in her mind.
Sirius had saved her.
She flew off, not thanking him. She just had to end this game now. And then, she saw it -
A glint of gold.
The Snitch.
And unfortunately, the Hufflepuff Seeker also noticed it. Both began to zoom towards the center of the field. The Beaters stopped beating, and the Chasers stopped chasing. There was no sound, for everyone held his or her breath.
Bella and the other girl reached the Snitch when it suddenly spiraled downward. With a grim face, Bella did a downward Corkscrew, chasing after it. So did the other Seeker.
Bella reached out her hand, as far as she could. She could almost grasp the Snitch. Just a little further… Just a tad bit…
And Bella's hand clasped around the Snitch's wing.
The other Seeker grasped the other wing of the Snitch at the same time.
Landing gracefully on the ground, both girls refused to let go of the Snitch. Their teammates surrounded them, encouraging them to hold on to it.
"Hunter and Figg both caught the Snitch, and at the same time," Lily said, sounding confused. "Who won?"
Madame Hooch flew down, landing in the middle. "Who caught it first?"
The Gryffindor team shouted, "Bella!" while the Hufflepuff shouted 'Charlie!'.
Professor Dumbledore strode onto the field, followed by Professors Sprout and McGonagall. They pulled Madame Hooch off to the side, where they conversed. Moments later, they all walked to the crowd.
All stood with bated breath, wondering the outcome. This had to be some kind of record or something. Professor Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak. Many sucked in their breath, waiting for his ruling.
"It's a tie," he said shortly, taking the Snitch.
Immediately, there were protests. The teams, the fans, everyone, began to argue.
That is, except for Arabella Figg and Charlotte Hunter.
"That was good flying," Charlie said admiringly. "You almost had me."
"You're not so bad yourself, hot shot," Bella shot back.
The girls shook hands, before walking off to their respective Locker Rooms.
Lily sat in the Commentators Box, utterly confused. "And for the first time in the history of Hogwarts, we have a tie, at 370 points each," she said. "A tie."
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Jules Potter looked cautiously over her shoulder, as she crept toward the one-eyed witch. There was no telling where Filch was. Or that mangy cat either.
As soon as she was in the tunnel, Jules breathed in a deep sigh of relief. Ever since recent attacks, the security had been raised. That meant teachers and staff members were lurking about, trying to catch the troublemakers. Jules ran through the tunnel. She had to get back quickly, before McGonagall realized she was gone.
After what seemed like ages, Jules reached the end of the long tunnel. She ran up the steps, and hit her head on the trap door. With an 'Oomph!' she continued on.
Jules ran out of Honeydukes, when the coast was clear. She had to visit Zonkos, to get some new 'tools'.
Jules walked silently, taking a minute to observe the harvest moon above her. It was beautiful. Yet, Jules couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong.
Jules had reached the door when she heard a loud bang, followed by screaming.
Jules whirled around on her heel, and began to run towards the source of the screams. They originated from the Three Broomsticks.
An attack.
Luckily, Jules had her wand. She grabbed it out of her cloak pocket, and lurked in the shadows. She heard someone scream the Killing Curse, and she heard a body drop to the ground. More screams could be heard.
Jules peeked in the doorway. A group of around 10 Death Eaters had encircled the patrons. They were cornered, and had nowhere to run.
'Okay,' Jules thought. 'You can do this'. She took a deep breath, before leaping into view.
"Stupefy!" she shouted, pointing her wand at the closest Death Eater. He fell to the ground, stunned. Jules then leapt back into the shadows.
"Where did that come from?" asked a Death Eater nervously. He was obviously a newcomer.
"I'm not sure," said another. "Voldemort said that he would send Elites if we needed them. Perhaps we should ask…"
"Quiet you fool!" a woman shouted. She held up her hand. "I am in charge. Now, you two can go look out there."
Grumbling, the two Death Eaters began to walk outside. Jules backed herself against the wall, as if trying to be a part of it. Luckily, it was dark outside, and she was barely visible.
"Do you see anyone, Marv?" asked one Death Eater.
"No. It was probably just nothing. Let's go back ins - AHHHH!" he shouted.
The other Death Eater spun around to find a black cat. "It's a cat, Marv," he said.
Marv trembled. "It's a black cat. It's an omen!"
Jules took her chance. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, pointing her wand at Marv. His wand flew through the air, on top of the roof. "Stupefy!" Marv dropped to the ground.
Suddenly, Jules felt two arms wrap around her; one pinning her arms, the other covering her mouth. She struggled against it, but the more she would squirm, the tighter her captor would hold her.
The man leaned forward, as if to whisper in Jules' ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and tingled. "Don't you know," he said softly, "that little girls shouldn't be out after dark?" Jules stopped squirming, so he held her loosely. "Anything can happen, you know…"
Jules took this opportunity to stomp on his foot as hard as she could. She had taken self-defense classes before, and knew what to do. She kneed him in the groin.
The man doubled over in pain. "Don't you know," Jules said mockingly, "that big boys should mess around with little girls that know karate?" She then took her wand, which she had earlier dropped, and stunned him.
Yet, the crisis was not over. Jules crept to the doorway, and listened in.
"Where are they?" asked the women in charge. "It's not that hard to kill someone!"
The others agreed with her, looking down. She looked at each sharply.
Jules quickly did a head count. There were seven Death Eaters, eight patrons, and one dead person.
'But why haven't they killed the rest of them?' Jules asked herself. 'Perhaps it's bait. But for who?'
The leader answered her question. "Have you made contact with Hogwarts?"
One spoke up. "Yes, my mistress. We have alerted Michael Barnette. He is the one we seek, is he not?"
Jules sucked her breath in. They were after her brother. She trembled with trepidation. He couldn't be that stupid to come, could he?
'Well,' Jules answered herself, 'he is a Potter. And Potters are always stubborn…'
Thinking quickly, Jules crouched in the doorway. She then whispered, 'Petrificus Totalus', aiming the spell at the leader. She fell to the ground, rigid. Jules then leapt into open view, and began shouting every spell she could think of.
Within minutes, all of the Death Eaters were down. However, Jules forgot about her 'friends' outside. Jules was untying the last person when they entered the tavern.
"Hello, little girl," said Marv, smiling sinisterly. Jules froze.
The other cracked his knuckles, before bringing out his wand. "Goodbye," he said.
The next moments were in slow motion, for Jules. The man shouted 'Avada Kedavra'. Jules saw the flash of green light rushing toward her. Death was rushing toward her. She couldn't move. She could only close her eyes. She braced herself for the impact…
But it did not come. Jules opened her eyes tentatively, and gasped. Standing in front of her was an apparition of some sort. And in front of him were two dead Death Eaters.
"But…but…but…" Jules stuttered.
The apparition smiled. "But what Jules?"
"Who are you?" she blurted out.
The apparition chuckled. "I am sure that you have heard of me. Hopefully. After all, I am your ancestor…" At this, Jules sputtered. Yet, the apparition continued on. "I am Sir Godric Gryffindor."
At this, Jules choked. "You can't be!" she said.
Godric smiled. "I assure you," he said, "I am. Now, you must go back to Hogwarts. I am sure that everyone is worried about you. We'll talk another time."
Jules looked questionably at Godric. "What about the Death Eaters?"
"They have already been taken care of," he answered, gesturing towards the now tied up Death Eaters. "I do not want you to walk to Hogwarts. By now, you are a name on their Hit List." He handed her a ring. Jules put on the ruby ring, and she felt herself shimmering away. She closed her eyes.
When she reopened them, Jules found herself in front of the doors of Hogwarts. She opened them silently, and stepped inside --
To a whole crowd of people, wearing a mixture of expressions on their faces.
"Miss Potter," said Professor Dumbledore, "come with me." Jules nodded mutely, and followed him to his office. Minnie was waiting up there.
"Now, would you care for a Lemon Drop," asked Professor Dumbledore, "before you tell me what happened tonight?"
"Like why you went off campus after dark, which is strictly against school policy," Minnie scowled.
Jules sighed, and began to tell her story. She left out the part about Godric, but by the twinkle in Professor Dumbledore's eyes, she guessed he already knew somehow.
"That is all Miss Potter. Thank you for your time," he said amiably. Jules stood up to leave.
"And Jules…" said Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes sir?"
"Be careful. I am guessing that you are not the Dark Side's favorite person at the moment. In fact, I believe you to be in the same boat as your brother. Good night."
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Michael and James waited in the Gryffindor Common Room for their sister to return. First, they just sat. Then, they paced. Then, they began to pull out their hair.
Eventually, Jules did arrive, to save them from the horrible fate of baldness.
"Hey sis," Michael whispered. He wasn't really sure of what to say now.
James did. "So, you're on Voldemort's Hit List, I hear?" he inquired.
Jules turned red. "Leave me alone James," she said, trying to walk off.
James held out his arm, blocking her. "What do you think you were doing? You could have been killed!"
Fire flashed in Jules' sapphire eyes. "I knew what I was doing!" she said. "And I am not dead! Don't bother with the what-ifs and could-haves. It's over and done with now, James."
James stared at his sister wordlessly, before walking off. Michael remained.
"Looks like me and you aren't that different," he said. "Both of us are amazingly good looking. And we are both incredibly intelligent. And we are both wanted dead by many people… but hey, it doesn't matter that much when so many others love us," he said good-naturedly.
Jules smiled. "Just many love us? I was thinking tons…"
Michael chuckled, before shooing Jules off to bed. He then curled up in an armchair, and stared at the moonlit grounds.
'I'll protect her', he promised himself. 'I will'. He watched as the moon rose higher in the sky.
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Night raised the Moon into its final position. She overlooked the Earth.
As Dawn had her canvas, Night had an orb. This orb was not an ordinary Divination crystal ball. This orb could see any person at any time. Night used this to her advantage, and would report any incidents to Voldemort. She had already alerted him of that Potter brat.
Night smiled evilly at her hand. She was staring at her ring. It was a large green gemstone, and it would pulse along with Night. In it, she held all the power she needed to help contain those in the 'Other World'. Of course she couldn't keep them there indefinitely -- she wasn't holding the people. No, she was holding the 'Other World' in her ring. And as long as she had the ring, the 'Other World' would remain.
Waving her hands over her orb, Night laughed sinisterly. One day, the world would be hers. One day… one night…
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*okay, this is the evil Noelle in this scene, the one still in the Real World.
"I told you no to attack!" Noelle barked. She was in the chamber of the great Lord Voldemort. He wasn't that great now. He cowered behind his throne, afraid of a twelve-year-old witch.
Noelle stood, and brushed her hair behind her ears. She took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. She lifted her chin into the air, and closed her eyes.
"Voldemort," she breathed, "I cannot deal with this now. I will contact you later. But just in case you were curious, the plan is now cancelled."
Voldemort peeked out from behind the throne. "What?" he squeaked.
"The timing is off. The plan is off. I'm off," she said, and with that, Noelle disapparated away.
As soon as Noelle was gone, Voldemort scurried out from his hiding place. He then sat on his throne, and acted as if nothing happened.
But then, he stood up, and walked to an armoire in the corner of the room. Checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking, Voldemort took out an outfit and quickly put it on.
Voldemort was a ballerina. He wore a skin-tight pink leotard, and pink tights. He had pink ballet shoes and wore a wreath of flowers on his head.
Voldemort danced around to Swan Lake, rather clumsily. He had never been talented at anything. He grew bored with it, and decided to write a letter.
Dear Santa,
I have been a very good boy this year. So good that I deserve a lot from you. So, let's cut to the chase. I want a Hand of Glory for Christmas. And if you could, an archive of the Barney videotapes. They are so lovely, are they not? And if it isn't too much trouble, I would love to be the ruler of the world. I'm not asking for much! I expect it all underneath my tree on Christmas.
Love,
Voldemort.
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Lily Evans walked through the halls briskly. Unfortunately, James Potter caught up to her.
"Evans," he said coldly, grabbing her arm.
Lily spun around, and slapped James. She was not in the mood to deal with him at the moment. Heck, she was never in the mood to deal with him. But now, it was worse. Toria had just fallen victim to a prank. And she had an idea of who was behind it…
"You," she said coldly. "Let me warn you. You better watch your back. After what you did to Toria…"
James looked at her confused. "What I did to Toria?"
Lily glared at him. "What you and your friends did to her."
"I didn't do anything to her! And it's more like what you did to Sirius!"
"What happened to Sirius?" Lily asked curiously.
James snorted. "You should know. You did it to him! You and your friends!"
"I didn't do anything, and neither did we. We are innocent, for once."
"Then who was it?" James challenged her.
"Potter, I don't know. We didn't do anything to Sirius. We would have done it to all of you."
James wrinkled his forehead. "You would have, wouldn't you?"
Lily nodded. "And I'm sure you would have done the same with us… You know Potter, I reckon someone is out to get us all."
James nodded. "C.A.H."
"Yes. But who's C.A.H.? That's the question. Now, James, don't get me wrong. I still hate you with a passion. You're worse than green beans. You're worse than Transfiguration homework. Heck, you're almost worse than Petunia…"
"Get on with it, Venustian," James snarled.
"Okay. You're the Marauders. I'm the Venustians. I think that we should team up until we find out who C.A.H. is."
James furrowed his eyebrow. "You mean call a truce? And share information and stuff like that?"
Lily rolled her eyes. "No Potter, I mean let's go eat broccoli together. Yes Potter. Gosh, I don't even know why I suggested it…" She began to walk away.
"Wait Evans," James called out. Lily spun around. "I don't think that's such a bad idea. And that's saying something, since it's coming from you. So, you share your information, and we'll share ours. But don't expect us to stop pranking you all…"
"Never Potter," she said. "Never. By the way, what happened to Sirius?"
James grinned. "He is now a prominent member of the women community. He got turned into a drag queen sometime last night, but didn't realize it until he was in the Great Hall. You should have seen his face!"
Lily giggled. "I wish!"
"What happened to Toria?" James asked.
Lily grinned. "I can't tell you. That's a secret!" She then ran off, leaving James standing alone. All alone, with hot pink skin and purple polka-dots covering him, that is.
"EVANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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*takes place in 'Other World'.
Noelle shivered. The fog had grown cold in the past month or so. She supposed that it was around November or December. She wasn't quite sure. Severus was right -- you did lose a sense of time.
The world was incredibly strange. It was vast, extending as far as the eye could see. A rolling fog enveloped it in its cold. And yet, you could always see the moon. That's how Noelle was able to tell which time of the month it was. She was guessing that it was around November 29th or 30th.
Noelle had been colouring nonstop for the past 38 hours. She did not sleep. She just worked feverishly. She couldn't take being in this place any more!
Noelle crumbled to the ground, and sobbed. This place was meant to break people down. And it had broken down the strongest of heart and mind.
"I can't do this!" Noelle screamed, flinging her crayon. The crayon sailed through the air, and landed outside of the lines. It landed on the point.
And it disappeared.
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A/N: Well, that's it everyone! Next chapter should be up soon, since I started working on it by accident. You see, I started to make the chapter for December, and I realized that I completely forgot about November, so I had to do a lot of editing and cut and pasting, and this is the final product. I hope you liked it.
I don't want to give anything away about the next chapter, but it is going to be vital for the story, and I suggest that you read it.
Now, I am going to reinstate my recommendation policy. If you want to read a good Lily/James love/hate fic, go and read 'Lily and James' by Emily Vanchi. It's humorous and incredibly well written. If you have any good stories to recommend to me, do so in your review.
Well, that's all. Next post should be around December 1 - 3. Until next time.
~Noelle