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the Marauders they do not belong to me.
Author's Note: Hello all. No one is reading my fic! [idly cries] Why aren't you reading and reviewing? It's not bad! Tonikaku, here's the second chapter. I'm really enjoying writing this.
"Remus! James! Wait up!" Sirius called, sprinting down the corridor. They had been at Hogwarts for a week, and now that Sirius had become more familiar with the terrain, he was determined to start causing his favorite thing: mischief. Remus grinned at him.
"What is it?" Sirius' answering smile was wide, glee from his intentions sparkling in his eyes. James backed away.
"Oh no. Don't encourage him Remus! I know that look in your eye, Sirius. You're planning something!" Sirius' grin broadened.
"Who, me?" He asked innocently. "I wasn't going to do anything…"
"Permanently damaging," James finished with a laugh. "All right old boy, what is it? I admit, you have even my curiosity peaked."
"Yes Sirius, don't keep us in the dark." Sirius opened his mouth to speak and then stopped. Swooping down on a small figure heading in the opposite direction, he grabbed Peter and hauled him along with them.
"Oy, Peter, you're going the wrong way. Here, walk with us, we're going to get revenge." His eyes glinted. Peter looked nervous, and incredibly uncomfortable.
"Re..revenge?" he stuttered. "On whom?" Sirius grin became so wide that Peter backed away in fear. Sirius resembled a large predatory animal who had just cornered his prey. Remus and James just grinned knowingly.
"Oh I don't know," James drawled. "Could it be a certain greasy haired, long-nosed slimy git we happen to have run into?"
"Oh no! Not Severus Snape! We couldn't!" Remus wailed in mock horror. Sirius was overjoyed. The quiet boy had begun to open up to them over the past week. He enjoyed seeing Remus come out of his shell. He also enjoyed the true look of horror on Peter's face. He decided to play this one up for all it was worth. Placing his hand over his heart he raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Me? Want to hurt Snape? Oh no, I wouldn't dream of hurting him. I just dream of pounding his slimy face into the ground a million times over, tearing him to pieces, jumping on them and then scattering the bits to the wind. Why hurt him when I could kill him?" His look of wistful reverie was ruined when James elbowed him in the side.
"Enough with the dramatics Sirius! Tell us the plan!" Here came the hard part. Sirius technically hadn't worked out all the details in his plan of torturing Snape. All he had done, really, was decide that he wanted to see the ugly git punished for what he and his friend had done to Remus and Peter. He couldn't believe the nerve they had, singling out Peter for no other reason besides his being smaller than they. They had no right to believe that they could go around pounding the tar out of everyone they damn well pleased. He wouldn't let them. And Remus…he sucked in his breath. What had happened to Remus still made his blood boil white hot in his veins. All Remus had done was selflessly put himself between Peter and his tormentors. And look what had happened to him. The others were clearly waiting for Sirius to say something, anything, so he grasped the first thing that came to his mind.
"We-ell…" he began, drawing the word out. Remus and James lunged at him. "Okay okay! I'll tell you, just don't kill me!" He cried, clasping his hands together. James looked at Remus. Remus looked at James. They both looked at Sirius. The next thing Sirius knew, his friends had pounced and were tickling him mercilessly. Soon though, James lost his glasses and couldn't seem to see Sirius. Sirius took this opportunity to slide away from him, putting Remus between himself and James. Soon Remus was laughing as hard as Sirius was.
"Stop it James! I'm not Sirius! That's Sirius!" Eventually all three boys ended up involved in an enthusiastic war, and no one cared who was attacking who. Peter looked on apprehensively, frequently glancing down the hall to see if they were going to be late to class. Suddenly a shadow loomed overhead. Peter squeaked and ran down the hall. Remus, Sirius and James looked up, still laughing, into the stern glare of Professor Minerva McGonagall, transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house.
Professor McGonagall surveyed the scene before her. Her eyes strayed over the three laughing students, gaze lingering for a few moments on each of them as one by one, they stopped laughing. James and Sirius still sported wide grins, but Remus had grown quiet, though the laughter still shown quietly in his eyes. Remus may have emerged from his shell among his friends, but to the rest of the world he remained shy, quiet, and reserved. Thus it was James and Sirius who took charge of the situation. James put on a perfectly charming smile.
"Why good morning Professor! Have I mentioned yet just how much I enjoyed yesterday's lesson?" Sirius caught on immediately.
"Yes, turning matches into needles. So fascinating and useful outside of class. Why I remember just the other day when my robes ripped and I thought-" James elbowed him before he could get too outrageous. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"Thank you, Mr.Black, Mr.Potter, I'm sure I'll appreciate you views. However, they do not address the current issue of why you three gentlemen," and here she paused to pierce them once more with her stern stare. "Are sprawled on the floor in the middle of the corridor instead of taking notes and being educated in your History of Magic class." Sirius and James started.
"Well we were…"
"That is to say…"
"Excuse me, Professor," a quiet voice began. "They were merely assisting me."
"You Mr.Lupin? And what, pray tell, were you doing?" Remus' face was pale and set.
"Well Professor, I was feeling rather off color, you know, and I fell. Sirius and James tried to stop me from falling, but we all ended up on the floor. Please Professor, don't punish them for trying to help me." Remus' voice was so sincere that McGonagall couldn't stop herself from smiling slightly.
"Very well, Mr.Lupin. You, Mr.Black, and Mr.Potter will escape punishment from me." A cheer went up from James and Sirius. "However, my saving you this time will not thwart any punishment Professor Binns may bestow upon you for being late to his class."
"Thank you Ma'am!" Sirius saluted dramatically. Professor McGonagall attempted to look stern and failed.
"Now get to class before I reconsider." The three boys scampered off down the hall. McGonagall watched their retreating backs with a slight smile on her lips. These three would bear watching. It was going to be an interesting year. Seven, provided they didn't get expelled.
Remus had saved them from McGonagall, but in the midst of making their outrageous and rather inventive excuses, James and Sirius got into one of their play-fights. As a result, Binns had given the three detention to be served in the library that evening.
"That slimy git," Sirius complained loudly at dinner. Remus looked up from his soup and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Who Binns?" I didn't think he was that bad." Sirius shook his head energetically.
"No, Snape!" James, Remus and Peter stopped eating to stare at him.
"Sirius," James asked. "What does Snape have to do with this?" Sirius looked mildly surprised.
"Well if we hadn't been busy plotting his demise we wouldn't have been caught by McGonagall and would have been on time to Binns." Remus and James laughed and returned to their dinner, but Peter looked troubled.
"Hey you guys, I don't think you should be fighting with Snape. I mean haven't you gotten into a lot of trouble already? And I heard Snape knows a lot of curses…" He trailed off. "Are you really going to get revenge on him?" The other three looked up, grinned and said simultaneously;
"YES!"
"You know Peter, getting in trouble, or the potential to get in trouble is half the fun of causing it in the first place. It's a risk you have to be willing to take." James informed him. Remus lamented at the miserable expression on Peter's face.
"Don't worry about us Peter," he said comfortingly. "We know what we're doing. Well," he reconsidered. "James and I do." He grinned wolfishly as Sirius pounced. What resulted was perhaps the greatest food fight in Hogwarts history. When the dust (or pudding) cleared, Remus, Sirius and James were long gone, whistling as they walked to their detention.
An hour later, Sirius stood in front of a shelf of jinxes and hexes, dusting the books a bit more carefully than he ordinarily would have. Madam Pince had foolishly left them alone, assuming they couldn't get into much trouble dusting books. She obviously didn't know Sirius Black and James Potter. No matter. Sirius grinned to himself. She would learn. In the meantime, he grinned broader, he had found the perfect revenge on Snape. He dusted a few more volumes, simply to draw out the time and calm his excitement. He wanted to appear nonchalant when he told James and Remus so they didn't suspect that he had just thought of his revenge. A few feet behind him Remus stood quietly dusting off volumes in the Magical Creatures section of the library. His amber eyes flickered over the titles, momentarily filling with pain at one. What had he been doing here? He was becoming friends with normal people. He was letting himself become close to others. And that was dangerous. But Remus couldn't turn back now if he had wanted to. For the first time in his life he had friends, real friends, who weren't afraid of him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing them, lived in constant fear of someone finding out his horrible secret. Remus was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear anyone approaching him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Remus jumped two feet in the air.
"Sirius!" He whispered fiercely. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" Sirius looked sheepish.
"Sorry Remus." Sirius said apologetically. "Where'd James disappear to?" Remus looked around startled.
"Wasn't he here just a second ago?" Both boys looked around anxiously. "You don't suppose something happened to him do you?"
"What could possibly happen to him in a library? Oh wait, I forgot, this is James we're talk—" Sirius was cut off abruptly as a large book hit him on the head. "Ow!" He whirled around to face his attacker, only to find himself staring at laughing air. Sirius was just wondering whether the Hogwarts library was haunted when he caught himself. He knew that laugh. "JAMES POTTER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'LL—" Remus clamped a hand over Sirius' mouth. He looked at James' head, which had recently appeared floating in mid air, bemusedly. Struggling to keep his hand over Sirius' mouth he managed to strike up a conversation with James.
"James, how long have you had that invisibility cloak and when were you going to tell us about it?" James grinned under his two friends' expressions. Sirius glared at him in rage.
"Oh, my da gave it to me for my eleventh birthday and I figured we could use it." Remus looked at James and shook his head.
"Can you behave now?" He asked Sirius, who was rapidly running out of air. Sirius nodded meekly. Remus took his hand away from Sirius' mouth cautiously, fearing another outburst. Sirius however, was happily picturing various slimy things he could sneak into James' bed to get back at him.
"Okay, now that James is done with his little bit of showing off," and here James whacked him in the head again. "I have come up with the perfect plan for revenge on Snape." Sirius' eyes glittered. "Let's give him a little douse of what we went through today." He grinned savagely and held up the curse book he'd been reading, pointing to a spell. James and Remus leaned closer and read:
The Tickling Curse
Identical evil grins split the faces of all three boys. This was going to be one heck of a year.
Author's Note: Hello all. No one is reading my fic! [idly cries] Why aren't you reading and reviewing? It's not bad! Tonikaku, here's the second chapter. I'm really enjoying writing this.
"Remus! James! Wait up!" Sirius called, sprinting down the corridor. They had been at Hogwarts for a week, and now that Sirius had become more familiar with the terrain, he was determined to start causing his favorite thing: mischief. Remus grinned at him.
"What is it?" Sirius' answering smile was wide, glee from his intentions sparkling in his eyes. James backed away.
"Oh no. Don't encourage him Remus! I know that look in your eye, Sirius. You're planning something!" Sirius' grin broadened.
"Who, me?" He asked innocently. "I wasn't going to do anything…"
"Permanently damaging," James finished with a laugh. "All right old boy, what is it? I admit, you have even my curiosity peaked."
"Yes Sirius, don't keep us in the dark." Sirius opened his mouth to speak and then stopped. Swooping down on a small figure heading in the opposite direction, he grabbed Peter and hauled him along with them.
"Oy, Peter, you're going the wrong way. Here, walk with us, we're going to get revenge." His eyes glinted. Peter looked nervous, and incredibly uncomfortable.
"Re..revenge?" he stuttered. "On whom?" Sirius grin became so wide that Peter backed away in fear. Sirius resembled a large predatory animal who had just cornered his prey. Remus and James just grinned knowingly.
"Oh I don't know," James drawled. "Could it be a certain greasy haired, long-nosed slimy git we happen to have run into?"
"Oh no! Not Severus Snape! We couldn't!" Remus wailed in mock horror. Sirius was overjoyed. The quiet boy had begun to open up to them over the past week. He enjoyed seeing Remus come out of his shell. He also enjoyed the true look of horror on Peter's face. He decided to play this one up for all it was worth. Placing his hand over his heart he raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Me? Want to hurt Snape? Oh no, I wouldn't dream of hurting him. I just dream of pounding his slimy face into the ground a million times over, tearing him to pieces, jumping on them and then scattering the bits to the wind. Why hurt him when I could kill him?" His look of wistful reverie was ruined when James elbowed him in the side.
"Enough with the dramatics Sirius! Tell us the plan!" Here came the hard part. Sirius technically hadn't worked out all the details in his plan of torturing Snape. All he had done, really, was decide that he wanted to see the ugly git punished for what he and his friend had done to Remus and Peter. He couldn't believe the nerve they had, singling out Peter for no other reason besides his being smaller than they. They had no right to believe that they could go around pounding the tar out of everyone they damn well pleased. He wouldn't let them. And Remus…he sucked in his breath. What had happened to Remus still made his blood boil white hot in his veins. All Remus had done was selflessly put himself between Peter and his tormentors. And look what had happened to him. The others were clearly waiting for Sirius to say something, anything, so he grasped the first thing that came to his mind.
"We-ell…" he began, drawing the word out. Remus and James lunged at him. "Okay okay! I'll tell you, just don't kill me!" He cried, clasping his hands together. James looked at Remus. Remus looked at James. They both looked at Sirius. The next thing Sirius knew, his friends had pounced and were tickling him mercilessly. Soon though, James lost his glasses and couldn't seem to see Sirius. Sirius took this opportunity to slide away from him, putting Remus between himself and James. Soon Remus was laughing as hard as Sirius was.
"Stop it James! I'm not Sirius! That's Sirius!" Eventually all three boys ended up involved in an enthusiastic war, and no one cared who was attacking who. Peter looked on apprehensively, frequently glancing down the hall to see if they were going to be late to class. Suddenly a shadow loomed overhead. Peter squeaked and ran down the hall. Remus, Sirius and James looked up, still laughing, into the stern glare of Professor Minerva McGonagall, transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house.
Professor McGonagall surveyed the scene before her. Her eyes strayed over the three laughing students, gaze lingering for a few moments on each of them as one by one, they stopped laughing. James and Sirius still sported wide grins, but Remus had grown quiet, though the laughter still shown quietly in his eyes. Remus may have emerged from his shell among his friends, but to the rest of the world he remained shy, quiet, and reserved. Thus it was James and Sirius who took charge of the situation. James put on a perfectly charming smile.
"Why good morning Professor! Have I mentioned yet just how much I enjoyed yesterday's lesson?" Sirius caught on immediately.
"Yes, turning matches into needles. So fascinating and useful outside of class. Why I remember just the other day when my robes ripped and I thought-" James elbowed him before he could get too outrageous. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"Thank you, Mr.Black, Mr.Potter, I'm sure I'll appreciate you views. However, they do not address the current issue of why you three gentlemen," and here she paused to pierce them once more with her stern stare. "Are sprawled on the floor in the middle of the corridor instead of taking notes and being educated in your History of Magic class." Sirius and James started.
"Well we were…"
"That is to say…"
"Excuse me, Professor," a quiet voice began. "They were merely assisting me."
"You Mr.Lupin? And what, pray tell, were you doing?" Remus' face was pale and set.
"Well Professor, I was feeling rather off color, you know, and I fell. Sirius and James tried to stop me from falling, but we all ended up on the floor. Please Professor, don't punish them for trying to help me." Remus' voice was so sincere that McGonagall couldn't stop herself from smiling slightly.
"Very well, Mr.Lupin. You, Mr.Black, and Mr.Potter will escape punishment from me." A cheer went up from James and Sirius. "However, my saving you this time will not thwart any punishment Professor Binns may bestow upon you for being late to his class."
"Thank you Ma'am!" Sirius saluted dramatically. Professor McGonagall attempted to look stern and failed.
"Now get to class before I reconsider." The three boys scampered off down the hall. McGonagall watched their retreating backs with a slight smile on her lips. These three would bear watching. It was going to be an interesting year. Seven, provided they didn't get expelled.
Remus had saved them from McGonagall, but in the midst of making their outrageous and rather inventive excuses, James and Sirius got into one of their play-fights. As a result, Binns had given the three detention to be served in the library that evening.
"That slimy git," Sirius complained loudly at dinner. Remus looked up from his soup and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Who Binns?" I didn't think he was that bad." Sirius shook his head energetically.
"No, Snape!" James, Remus and Peter stopped eating to stare at him.
"Sirius," James asked. "What does Snape have to do with this?" Sirius looked mildly surprised.
"Well if we hadn't been busy plotting his demise we wouldn't have been caught by McGonagall and would have been on time to Binns." Remus and James laughed and returned to their dinner, but Peter looked troubled.
"Hey you guys, I don't think you should be fighting with Snape. I mean haven't you gotten into a lot of trouble already? And I heard Snape knows a lot of curses…" He trailed off. "Are you really going to get revenge on him?" The other three looked up, grinned and said simultaneously;
"YES!"
"You know Peter, getting in trouble, or the potential to get in trouble is half the fun of causing it in the first place. It's a risk you have to be willing to take." James informed him. Remus lamented at the miserable expression on Peter's face.
"Don't worry about us Peter," he said comfortingly. "We know what we're doing. Well," he reconsidered. "James and I do." He grinned wolfishly as Sirius pounced. What resulted was perhaps the greatest food fight in Hogwarts history. When the dust (or pudding) cleared, Remus, Sirius and James were long gone, whistling as they walked to their detention.
An hour later, Sirius stood in front of a shelf of jinxes and hexes, dusting the books a bit more carefully than he ordinarily would have. Madam Pince had foolishly left them alone, assuming they couldn't get into much trouble dusting books. She obviously didn't know Sirius Black and James Potter. No matter. Sirius grinned to himself. She would learn. In the meantime, he grinned broader, he had found the perfect revenge on Snape. He dusted a few more volumes, simply to draw out the time and calm his excitement. He wanted to appear nonchalant when he told James and Remus so they didn't suspect that he had just thought of his revenge. A few feet behind him Remus stood quietly dusting off volumes in the Magical Creatures section of the library. His amber eyes flickered over the titles, momentarily filling with pain at one. What had he been doing here? He was becoming friends with normal people. He was letting himself become close to others. And that was dangerous. But Remus couldn't turn back now if he had wanted to. For the first time in his life he had friends, real friends, who weren't afraid of him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing them, lived in constant fear of someone finding out his horrible secret. Remus was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear anyone approaching him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Remus jumped two feet in the air.
"Sirius!" He whispered fiercely. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" Sirius looked sheepish.
"Sorry Remus." Sirius said apologetically. "Where'd James disappear to?" Remus looked around startled.
"Wasn't he here just a second ago?" Both boys looked around anxiously. "You don't suppose something happened to him do you?"
"What could possibly happen to him in a library? Oh wait, I forgot, this is James we're talk—" Sirius was cut off abruptly as a large book hit him on the head. "Ow!" He whirled around to face his attacker, only to find himself staring at laughing air. Sirius was just wondering whether the Hogwarts library was haunted when he caught himself. He knew that laugh. "JAMES POTTER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'LL—" Remus clamped a hand over Sirius' mouth. He looked at James' head, which had recently appeared floating in mid air, bemusedly. Struggling to keep his hand over Sirius' mouth he managed to strike up a conversation with James.
"James, how long have you had that invisibility cloak and when were you going to tell us about it?" James grinned under his two friends' expressions. Sirius glared at him in rage.
"Oh, my da gave it to me for my eleventh birthday and I figured we could use it." Remus looked at James and shook his head.
"Can you behave now?" He asked Sirius, who was rapidly running out of air. Sirius nodded meekly. Remus took his hand away from Sirius' mouth cautiously, fearing another outburst. Sirius however, was happily picturing various slimy things he could sneak into James' bed to get back at him.
"Okay, now that James is done with his little bit of showing off," and here James whacked him in the head again. "I have come up with the perfect plan for revenge on Snape." Sirius' eyes glittered. "Let's give him a little douse of what we went through today." He grinned savagely and held up the curse book he'd been reading, pointing to a spell. James and Remus leaned closer and read:
The Tickling Curse
Identical evil grins split the faces of all three boys. This was going to be one heck of a year.