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1 When Old Times Meet New
Ch.2- Snape gets younger; Harry has something important to tell the Marauders
Harry sat in Potions, taking notes on the ingredients that he would need for the Illusion Potion. James, Sirius and Remus were not there; in fact, they had not been seen all morning or all evening. Harry and Ron had left a note for them, saying that they were in Potions in case the three returned.
Snape got the classes attention. "Now that you have the ingredients, you may concoct the potion. Take care to use only three rat spleens, and to dice your roots well. Failure to do so might result in something- not pleasant, shall we say." As if on cue, James, Remus and Sirius (as a dog) burst into the room, each panting a little, and Remus looking particularily tired and shaggy.
"Potter! 20 points from Gryffindor for your lack of punctuality," snarled Snape, glancing at James. Malfoy sniggered.
"Um, professor, I'm not Harry Potter," James said, staring at him.
"Well, are you a pupil of this class who is in Gryffindor?" Snape said, without looking up.
"Er- yes, I suppose," James said.
"Then 20 points from Gryffindor all the same! Get in your seat, you may copy the ingredients from someone else."
Cautiously, they ambled up to a table next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "I don't think he even saw who you are," mused Ron.
"Is that Snape?" Remus asked. "Would make sense- he's only good at Potions, but he's really good at it."
"Yes. And he hates all Gryffindors- can't have a Potions class without him taking off points from us."
"That figures, that git." James made a face. "Which potion are we doing?"
"The illusion potion. Here are the ingridients." Hermione handed over her neat notes. "You can have them, I can look on with Neville."
"The illusion potion? We did this already! We had to write that big essay on it, remember?" James said.
"Yeah, I spent 2 hours on that-"
But Remus didn't get to finish his sentence. Snape had heard him,and rounded on him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Remus and then at James.
"Are you pupils of this class? Or are you mere illusions, product of someone's spilt potion?" He said dangerously.
"We- we're students, sir," Remus stuttered, quite intimidated by Snape's glowering demeanor.
"Then what are your names and why I never seen you in this particular class before?" barked Snape.
James, unlike Remus, stood up tall and said, "We're visiting students, Snape, and it is none of your concern who were are because we'll be leaving soon. Our names just might well be Bob and Joe."
"How dare you talk to a professor in that manner! Bob.Joe.Bill." Snape's face turned green. He looked sickly pensive for an instant. His eyes flicked to James' forehead. His fears were confirmed when he saw the absense of the lightning scar. "POTTER! How did you get here?! You two are coming, with me, to the headmaster! He will have something to say about this!"
James and Remus could barely tell him that they had already been to the headmaster, as he pulled them across the room to the door. "Continue your potions! They should be finished when I get back!" He yelled angrily, slamming the door.
"Boy, he sure is mad. He didn't even see you!" said Ron, looking at Sirius.
"Was he that much of your rival?" Harry asked. He had known that they didn't like each other, but he didn't expect such nemesistic behavior from Snape.
Sirius nodded. Harry and Ron went back to making their potions.
Fifteen minutes later, Snape sauntered in, and Remus and James followed, grinning. "Now get in your seats before you cost Gryffindor even more points!"
The two marauders received odd stares from the rest of the class. "What happened?" Harry asked them after they got there.
James sat down. "Well, Snape just practically hauled us up to Professor Dumbledore muttering about how he was sure to be having hallucinations. He even told Professor Dumbledore that someone had played a 'dreadful prank' on him, but Dumbledore told him that we were welcome here. Then he stomped out and didn't say a word till just then."
Harry snorted. However, he was heard by Snape, and consequently received an icy glare.
"Have you finished your potion, Potter?" He asked.
"Yes, professor," replied Harry.
"I want you to also participate," Snape suddenly snapped at James and Remus. "Just because you aren't permanent students doesn't mean you can go without making the potion."
"Oh, not again," whispered Remus. "I've done it so many times I can probably do it with my eyes closed."
Snape heard this too, and was not pleased. "What was that, Lupin? With your eyes closed, did you say?" Remus received many odd glances upon being called "Lupin". He didn't say anything. "Don't deny it, I heard you. I want to see you do it with your eyes closed." Snape looked down at him, folding his arms with a triumphant look on his face.
"I never said that, Snape." Remus turned away from him and busied himself petting Sirius.
Snape was furious now. "I am a professor! You will not treat me like that. 10 points from Gryffindor! Now you will make the potion with your eyes closed, or you will have detention tonight."
"Fine. I'll do it with my eyes closed," Remus said with exasperation. He bent over to get the ingredients from the bag. The rest of the class was now looking on with curiosity.
"Close your eyes now! Don't do anything without your eyes closed!" Harry laughed; instead of sounding like a professor, he seemed awfully like a boy complaining of unfairness. "Fermio Eyes!" Remus's eyes snapped shut at Snape's spell.
"Hey!" Remus exclaimed. He felt around in his bag and pulled out a handful of small bottles. "Someone tell me which one is powdered narwhale tusk," he said.
After fifteen minutes of Remus blindly dumping measurements of powders, stirring wildly and spooning out odd ingredients, he finally exclaimed, "Aha! Now all I need are those diced ginseng roots." He fished around for a knife and, holding down the root, began to cut them- unevenly. Snape, who had been standing the whole time as stiff as a soldier with his arms crossed, curled his mouth into a thin, proud smile.
Remus scraped the roots off the cutting board into the cauldron. A few even missed and fell outside the edges. The caudron began bubbling furiously; it turned from the electric blue to a deep, dark red. Remus tried to open his eyes with his hands to see it, but, instead, took off the spell with his wand.
The cauldron began to rumble; everyone stood back except Snape, who was still standing there, grinning proudly. The potion spewed out- and hit Snape right in the face.
The potion sunk into the professor's skin. He let out a little yelp, and his hands flew to his face. But otherwise, it seemed to have no effect at first.
"Potter! Lupin! Black! What did you do to me!" Remus stepped back uncertaintly. Snape looked around the room. "Some sort of apparition spell! Yes, I know one when I see one." He looked wildly around the room some more.
"You can't apparate inside Hogwarts! I thought you knew that, Professor," Hermione said.
"Professor?? Potter!" He shouted, turning on James. "You put me with a bunch of dung-headed Gryffindors! I am going to go tell on you to Professor Lewison." And with that, he stormed out of the room.
"Ha!" Laughed James. "A long-term memory potion! Now that's the Snape we all know and love."
***
"You have to show me that new broomstick you have, Harry. It's bound to be better than by Comet Two Sixty."
"You have a Comet Two Sixty?" Harry exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!"
"Gosh, is it really that old?" Remus asked. "It's the second to newest in our time."
Harry led them up to his dormitory. He walked in, pulled out his trunk and started to go through it. "It's in here somewhere."
***A/N. The quidditch matches are canceled this year because of Voldemort going back. That's why Harry's broomstick is buried in his trunk- he hasn't had a chance to fly it! Alright, back to the story.***
James picked up a photograph book that Harry pulled out in search for the broom. It was the one that Hagrid had given him.
"What's this? Oh, it's the future me! Look, Sirius! Here you are!"
Sirius (who had transformed back, as they were alone in the dormitory) peered over James' shoulder. "Whoa! That's me! And there's you, Remus."
"Look! This is my wedding! Who am I married to?" James flipped through the pages. Harry, having found his broomstick, looked up. "It's that Ravenclaw prefect. but I don't know her very well! Why did I marry her? Evans, her last name is Evans."
Evans- that rang a bell in his mind. "Lily Evans?" He suggested.
"Yes, that's it, Lily Evans. Sixth year Ravenclaw prefect- I only know her from those prefect meetings."
"Look, that's me," said Sirius. "I'm best man."
"Well that's good. Remus, I don't see you! We are still friends right now, aren't we, Harry?"
"Yes."
"Well- maybe, you couldn't come." James sighed.
"Oh look! It's Harry when he was a baby!" Sirius exclaimed. "Oh, you were so cute, Harry! A lot fatter, though," he said, glancing at Harry.
"And you don't have that ugly scar," Remus added. "You never told us where you got it, anyway."
Harry was stuck, so he said the first thing that popped into his mind. "Um. in a car accident."
"Oh, really? A car accident? You had an accident in a car? If I didn't know any better it looks like a curse scar, being all jagged like that." Inquired James, giving him a piercing look.
"Uh, yes, my mum is a muggle-born. I was with my aunt and uncle." Harry quickly changed the subject. "Do you want to look at my broom, or not?"
"Oh yes!" He put down the photographs and jumped up. "Wow. that is some broom."
"It's the latest version."
***
Harry knocked on Professor Dumbledore's huge door. "Come in," came the reply.
"Professor, I have something to ask you."
"Alright, Harry. What do you want to ask me?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Well- you see- I just want to tell everything to James, Sirius and Remus. Just a few minutes ago they were looking through my photograph book with pictures of themselves and asking me all about my scar. James said he thought it looked like a curse scar."
Dumbledore stroked his beard, gazing out his window where James, Sirius (in Harry's invisibility cloak) and Remus were each trying out the Firebolt. "Hmmm. Well, they are bound to know that you're not telling them something. However, there is a way that we can let them know everything without putting them in danger." Harry's eyes lifted at this. "But it is extremely possible that they won't want to to do it, Harry. And that is nothing compared to how they might react once you tell them."
"What is it, sir?"
"Simply to put a memory charm when it is time to back. They would not remember anything they did in that amount of time."
"I can ask them, professor. I can see if they want to."
Dumbledore looked pensive. "Yes. You may do so, Harry. Thank you for asking before you told them."
***
"Sirius, Remus, James, come in here," Harry whispered to the three mauraders. He pulled them in to an empty chamber of the castle.
"What is it?" Sirius said, transforming back into himself.
"Do you want me to tell you everything- why you wouldn't be able to see yourself, and why I have this scar, and why everybody fears Sirius and everything?"
"Yes! Of course, Harry." Remus looked at him anxiously.
"If I tell you, Professor Dumbledore would have to put a memory charm on all of you."
James thought for a minute. "That's alright."
"Are you sure? It's not very good," Harry warned.
"Yes!" They all said together.
"Alright."
Disclaimer: This isn't mine! If it were, why would I bother to write fanfiction?
1 When Old Times Meet New
Ch.2- Snape gets younger; Harry has something important to tell the Marauders
Harry sat in Potions, taking notes on the ingredients that he would need for the Illusion Potion. James, Sirius and Remus were not there; in fact, they had not been seen all morning or all evening. Harry and Ron had left a note for them, saying that they were in Potions in case the three returned.
Snape got the classes attention. "Now that you have the ingredients, you may concoct the potion. Take care to use only three rat spleens, and to dice your roots well. Failure to do so might result in something- not pleasant, shall we say." As if on cue, James, Remus and Sirius (as a dog) burst into the room, each panting a little, and Remus looking particularily tired and shaggy.
"Potter! 20 points from Gryffindor for your lack of punctuality," snarled Snape, glancing at James. Malfoy sniggered.
"Um, professor, I'm not Harry Potter," James said, staring at him.
"Well, are you a pupil of this class who is in Gryffindor?" Snape said, without looking up.
"Er- yes, I suppose," James said.
"Then 20 points from Gryffindor all the same! Get in your seat, you may copy the ingredients from someone else."
Cautiously, they ambled up to a table next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "I don't think he even saw who you are," mused Ron.
"Is that Snape?" Remus asked. "Would make sense- he's only good at Potions, but he's really good at it."
"Yes. And he hates all Gryffindors- can't have a Potions class without him taking off points from us."
"That figures, that git." James made a face. "Which potion are we doing?"
"The illusion potion. Here are the ingridients." Hermione handed over her neat notes. "You can have them, I can look on with Neville."
"The illusion potion? We did this already! We had to write that big essay on it, remember?" James said.
"Yeah, I spent 2 hours on that-"
But Remus didn't get to finish his sentence. Snape had heard him,and rounded on him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Remus and then at James.
"Are you pupils of this class? Or are you mere illusions, product of someone's spilt potion?" He said dangerously.
"We- we're students, sir," Remus stuttered, quite intimidated by Snape's glowering demeanor.
"Then what are your names and why I never seen you in this particular class before?" barked Snape.
James, unlike Remus, stood up tall and said, "We're visiting students, Snape, and it is none of your concern who were are because we'll be leaving soon. Our names just might well be Bob and Joe."
"How dare you talk to a professor in that manner! Bob.Joe.Bill." Snape's face turned green. He looked sickly pensive for an instant. His eyes flicked to James' forehead. His fears were confirmed when he saw the absense of the lightning scar. "POTTER! How did you get here?! You two are coming, with me, to the headmaster! He will have something to say about this!"
James and Remus could barely tell him that they had already been to the headmaster, as he pulled them across the room to the door. "Continue your potions! They should be finished when I get back!" He yelled angrily, slamming the door.
"Boy, he sure is mad. He didn't even see you!" said Ron, looking at Sirius.
"Was he that much of your rival?" Harry asked. He had known that they didn't like each other, but he didn't expect such nemesistic behavior from Snape.
Sirius nodded. Harry and Ron went back to making their potions.
Fifteen minutes later, Snape sauntered in, and Remus and James followed, grinning. "Now get in your seats before you cost Gryffindor even more points!"
The two marauders received odd stares from the rest of the class. "What happened?" Harry asked them after they got there.
James sat down. "Well, Snape just practically hauled us up to Professor Dumbledore muttering about how he was sure to be having hallucinations. He even told Professor Dumbledore that someone had played a 'dreadful prank' on him, but Dumbledore told him that we were welcome here. Then he stomped out and didn't say a word till just then."
Harry snorted. However, he was heard by Snape, and consequently received an icy glare.
"Have you finished your potion, Potter?" He asked.
"Yes, professor," replied Harry.
"I want you to also participate," Snape suddenly snapped at James and Remus. "Just because you aren't permanent students doesn't mean you can go without making the potion."
"Oh, not again," whispered Remus. "I've done it so many times I can probably do it with my eyes closed."
Snape heard this too, and was not pleased. "What was that, Lupin? With your eyes closed, did you say?" Remus received many odd glances upon being called "Lupin". He didn't say anything. "Don't deny it, I heard you. I want to see you do it with your eyes closed." Snape looked down at him, folding his arms with a triumphant look on his face.
"I never said that, Snape." Remus turned away from him and busied himself petting Sirius.
Snape was furious now. "I am a professor! You will not treat me like that. 10 points from Gryffindor! Now you will make the potion with your eyes closed, or you will have detention tonight."
"Fine. I'll do it with my eyes closed," Remus said with exasperation. He bent over to get the ingredients from the bag. The rest of the class was now looking on with curiosity.
"Close your eyes now! Don't do anything without your eyes closed!" Harry laughed; instead of sounding like a professor, he seemed awfully like a boy complaining of unfairness. "Fermio Eyes!" Remus's eyes snapped shut at Snape's spell.
"Hey!" Remus exclaimed. He felt around in his bag and pulled out a handful of small bottles. "Someone tell me which one is powdered narwhale tusk," he said.
After fifteen minutes of Remus blindly dumping measurements of powders, stirring wildly and spooning out odd ingredients, he finally exclaimed, "Aha! Now all I need are those diced ginseng roots." He fished around for a knife and, holding down the root, began to cut them- unevenly. Snape, who had been standing the whole time as stiff as a soldier with his arms crossed, curled his mouth into a thin, proud smile.
Remus scraped the roots off the cutting board into the cauldron. A few even missed and fell outside the edges. The caudron began bubbling furiously; it turned from the electric blue to a deep, dark red. Remus tried to open his eyes with his hands to see it, but, instead, took off the spell with his wand.
The cauldron began to rumble; everyone stood back except Snape, who was still standing there, grinning proudly. The potion spewed out- and hit Snape right in the face.
The potion sunk into the professor's skin. He let out a little yelp, and his hands flew to his face. But otherwise, it seemed to have no effect at first.
"Potter! Lupin! Black! What did you do to me!" Remus stepped back uncertaintly. Snape looked around the room. "Some sort of apparition spell! Yes, I know one when I see one." He looked wildly around the room some more.
"You can't apparate inside Hogwarts! I thought you knew that, Professor," Hermione said.
"Professor?? Potter!" He shouted, turning on James. "You put me with a bunch of dung-headed Gryffindors! I am going to go tell on you to Professor Lewison." And with that, he stormed out of the room.
"Ha!" Laughed James. "A long-term memory potion! Now that's the Snape we all know and love."
***
"You have to show me that new broomstick you have, Harry. It's bound to be better than by Comet Two Sixty."
"You have a Comet Two Sixty?" Harry exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!"
"Gosh, is it really that old?" Remus asked. "It's the second to newest in our time."
Harry led them up to his dormitory. He walked in, pulled out his trunk and started to go through it. "It's in here somewhere."
***A/N. The quidditch matches are canceled this year because of Voldemort going back. That's why Harry's broomstick is buried in his trunk- he hasn't had a chance to fly it! Alright, back to the story.***
James picked up a photograph book that Harry pulled out in search for the broom. It was the one that Hagrid had given him.
"What's this? Oh, it's the future me! Look, Sirius! Here you are!"
Sirius (who had transformed back, as they were alone in the dormitory) peered over James' shoulder. "Whoa! That's me! And there's you, Remus."
"Look! This is my wedding! Who am I married to?" James flipped through the pages. Harry, having found his broomstick, looked up. "It's that Ravenclaw prefect. but I don't know her very well! Why did I marry her? Evans, her last name is Evans."
Evans- that rang a bell in his mind. "Lily Evans?" He suggested.
"Yes, that's it, Lily Evans. Sixth year Ravenclaw prefect- I only know her from those prefect meetings."
"Look, that's me," said Sirius. "I'm best man."
"Well that's good. Remus, I don't see you! We are still friends right now, aren't we, Harry?"
"Yes."
"Well- maybe, you couldn't come." James sighed.
"Oh look! It's Harry when he was a baby!" Sirius exclaimed. "Oh, you were so cute, Harry! A lot fatter, though," he said, glancing at Harry.
"And you don't have that ugly scar," Remus added. "You never told us where you got it, anyway."
Harry was stuck, so he said the first thing that popped into his mind. "Um. in a car accident."
"Oh, really? A car accident? You had an accident in a car? If I didn't know any better it looks like a curse scar, being all jagged like that." Inquired James, giving him a piercing look.
"Uh, yes, my mum is a muggle-born. I was with my aunt and uncle." Harry quickly changed the subject. "Do you want to look at my broom, or not?"
"Oh yes!" He put down the photographs and jumped up. "Wow. that is some broom."
"It's the latest version."
***
Harry knocked on Professor Dumbledore's huge door. "Come in," came the reply.
"Professor, I have something to ask you."
"Alright, Harry. What do you want to ask me?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Well- you see- I just want to tell everything to James, Sirius and Remus. Just a few minutes ago they were looking through my photograph book with pictures of themselves and asking me all about my scar. James said he thought it looked like a curse scar."
Dumbledore stroked his beard, gazing out his window where James, Sirius (in Harry's invisibility cloak) and Remus were each trying out the Firebolt. "Hmmm. Well, they are bound to know that you're not telling them something. However, there is a way that we can let them know everything without putting them in danger." Harry's eyes lifted at this. "But it is extremely possible that they won't want to to do it, Harry. And that is nothing compared to how they might react once you tell them."
"What is it, sir?"
"Simply to put a memory charm when it is time to back. They would not remember anything they did in that amount of time."
"I can ask them, professor. I can see if they want to."
Dumbledore looked pensive. "Yes. You may do so, Harry. Thank you for asking before you told them."
***
"Sirius, Remus, James, come in here," Harry whispered to the three mauraders. He pulled them in to an empty chamber of the castle.
"What is it?" Sirius said, transforming back into himself.
"Do you want me to tell you everything- why you wouldn't be able to see yourself, and why I have this scar, and why everybody fears Sirius and everything?"
"Yes! Of course, Harry." Remus looked at him anxiously.
"If I tell you, Professor Dumbledore would have to put a memory charm on all of you."
James thought for a minute. "That's alright."
"Are you sure? It's not very good," Harry warned.
"Yes!" They all said together.
"Alright."