Professor McGonagall: Dark Conspirator
by Rainsong
A/N: Not too many reviews for this one! Please give me some feedback, I'm begging you! But anyway, thanks to those godlike individuals who did review, Sirius's Soul Mate, Alchemine, MK, Ailsa, and May. Thank you!!!
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It was Saturday, and the sun was shining brightly. The school had gathered outside for a Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, which always made for heated competition. As James had already left for the locker room, Sirius, Remus, Lily, and Peter were making their way across the grounds to the pitch. Sirius was prattling on about Quidditch tactics, when a cold voice spoke behind him.
"Hope you all brought a body bag for Potter. I give it ten minutes before he's on the ground."
They turned around to see Snape standing there, surrounded by a group of other Slytherins, each sporting emerald-green flags. He was smirking malevolently and staring at Sirius coldly.
"Lestrange is quite the Beater, you know. He also fancies blood... not a good combination if you happen to be a Gryffindor Chaser." Snape continued, looking very amused.
"If I were you, Snape, I'd stop talking, for two reasons. One, I don't exactly see you out there on a broom, and two, if you don't shut up, a body bag could definitely be in order." Sirius said. He turned back around and continued to walk.
"Wow, Padfoot, I'm proud of you. You didn't beat him into a bloody pulp. I think that can be certified as progress." Remus said sarcastically.
"I should have. That greasy head of his is getting a little inflated. Maybe I could poke a few holes." Sirius said, snickering. He looked behind them, to see Snape and his gang still following, talking in whispers.
Sirius, not turning his head, whispered to Remus, "I think they might try to jump us. Keep your wand close."
Remus nodded nonchalantly. This was not the first time something like this had happened. Snape's gang of Slytherins, while keen on staying in the professors' good book, were known to instigate duels with other students, Gryffindors especially. And with a Quidditch match approaching, tempers were at their peak.
Then, the moment they were anticipating came; one of the Slytherins shouted out a curse that jetted towards where the four of them were standing. Sirius shoved Lily out of the way, and Remus dove in the other direction, knocking Peter out of the way in the process. Sirius pulled out his wand, and fired a curse back. It shot towards the boy standing next to Snape, hitting him in the face. Boils began to erupt, and the boy cried out in pain. One of the other Slytherins pulled the injured boy to the side, and began running with him towards the hospital wing.
"Might want to work on that aim, Black, especially if you want that Mudblood to last much longer." Snape shouted back, jerking his head towards Lily. This proved to be too much for Sirius; he fired another curse, this time heading directly for Snape. But at the last moment, Snape swerved, and the jet of red sparks only grazed his ear. He began to laugh, and opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly his eyes began to roll, and his face turned an unnatural shade of red. He collapsed, and wisps of smoke began to come out of his nose, ears, and open mouth. Sirius turned, and saw Remus standing there, wand raised, looking very accomplished.
"Moony? That was-"
"Hothead Curse. Pretty useful, though if he doesn't get to the hospital wing soon he'll spontaneously combust. I thought it might work as a substitute for beating him into a bloody pulp." Remus said, smiling mischieviously. They watched as the Slytherins began to carry Snape off to the hospital wing.
"Think they'll rat on us?" Sirius asked, looking a little worried.
"Normally, yes. But they won't admit that they lost an informal duel. Snape'll make up some explanation that he was attacked from behind." Remus said.
They turned, and saw Lily and Peter standing up and brushing off their robes.
"Good going, now we'll all end up in detention." Lily said irritably.
Sirius and Remus stood there, looking dumbfounded. "We defend your honor and you tell us we're morons?" Sirius asked.
"If I thought my honor needed defending, I would have done it myself. Oh well, Snape did get what he deserved for insulting James." Lily said, sounding considerably happier.
They took their seats in the stands, preparing to watch the Quidditch match. Sirius swung a box of popcorn from an unfortunate prefect who was selling them. The teams entered, and the stadium rang with applause. The Gryffindors in the crowd erupted with chants of "Go, Go, Gryffindor!" and the Slytherins chanted their house name, hissing like snakes in between. The entire area was silenced, though, as Madam Hooch walked out onto the field.
"Clean match, all of you. On my whistle." Madam Hooch shouted. She counted down from three, and then the whistle sounded for everyone to hear. The balls were released, and the players shot into the air. The commentator began running off names as the Quaffle was passed.
"Gryffindor in possession.. Hemming's got the Quaffle, he might score...Ouch, thats got to hurt. Bludger fired by Rembrent, Slytherin Beater. Slytherin in possession, Crellin about to score..Nice save by Jenkins of Gryffindor. Gryffindor back in possession, Potter taking the Quaffle, nearing the Slytherin goal posts...SCORE! Ten points to Gryffindor! Slytherin back in possession as the ball is back into play.."
And so it continued on like that for the next hour, and soon the score was tied, forty points to each side. As the day wore on, so did the sun, and soon tents had been erected over the spectators to prevent heat and sunburn.
"Potter has the Quaffle again and- What was that? Lestrange and Rembrent both fired their Bludgers at Potter..dodged them successfully..I see a penalty." the commentator said.
Sirius shouted something at Lestrange that he probably wouldn't of said had he noticed the faculty sitting so near him.
"Black, clean out your mouth or I'll do it myself!"
Sirius turned around to see Professor McGonagall staring at him sternly through her square spectacles.
"P-Professor McGonagall! You're back?" Sirius stammered, wide-eyed with shock. She nodded curtly.
"Yes, Black, the party's over. I don't want to know what mischief you and Potter got into during my absence, but it ends now. So sorry." McGonagall said sarcastically, and then turned back to the Quidditch match, where Gryffindor had just scored a penalty.
Sirius stared meaningfuly at Remus, Peter, and Lily for a moment before they noticed him. He gestured over his shoulder at where McGonagall was seated. A piece of popcorn slipped out of Peter's mouth in surprise. Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking back to the field. Lily raised her eyebrows slightly, looked over at McGonagall briefly, and then also looked back at the Quidditch match, where Gryffindor was back in possession. Sirius, looking indignantly at all of them, turned back in time to see Professor McGonagall getting up from her seat and moving down from the stands to the field.
Sirius watched her closely, as she took a seat on the Quidditch field. He saw her whisper something to a man standing nearby. The man nodded to her, and pulled something out of his robes. He held it up.
Then, suddenly, there was an explosion. The four of them scrambled up to get a better look. In the center of the field, a ball of red and orange flame was lingering, and there was a huge cloud of dust and ash floating in the air. Beneath it was a hole, as though a bomb had been dropped directly on the field. It looked as though the Slythern team had missed the force of the explosion, for they were all hovering at the other end of the field, looking shocked. But it looked as though the Gryffindor side was missing a few players. The four of them all seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"Where's James?"
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A/N: Oooh...cliffie! You've come this far, why not review?
by Rainsong
A/N: Not too many reviews for this one! Please give me some feedback, I'm begging you! But anyway, thanks to those godlike individuals who did review, Sirius's Soul Mate, Alchemine, MK, Ailsa, and May. Thank you!!!
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It was Saturday, and the sun was shining brightly. The school had gathered outside for a Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, which always made for heated competition. As James had already left for the locker room, Sirius, Remus, Lily, and Peter were making their way across the grounds to the pitch. Sirius was prattling on about Quidditch tactics, when a cold voice spoke behind him.
"Hope you all brought a body bag for Potter. I give it ten minutes before he's on the ground."
They turned around to see Snape standing there, surrounded by a group of other Slytherins, each sporting emerald-green flags. He was smirking malevolently and staring at Sirius coldly.
"Lestrange is quite the Beater, you know. He also fancies blood... not a good combination if you happen to be a Gryffindor Chaser." Snape continued, looking very amused.
"If I were you, Snape, I'd stop talking, for two reasons. One, I don't exactly see you out there on a broom, and two, if you don't shut up, a body bag could definitely be in order." Sirius said. He turned back around and continued to walk.
"Wow, Padfoot, I'm proud of you. You didn't beat him into a bloody pulp. I think that can be certified as progress." Remus said sarcastically.
"I should have. That greasy head of his is getting a little inflated. Maybe I could poke a few holes." Sirius said, snickering. He looked behind them, to see Snape and his gang still following, talking in whispers.
Sirius, not turning his head, whispered to Remus, "I think they might try to jump us. Keep your wand close."
Remus nodded nonchalantly. This was not the first time something like this had happened. Snape's gang of Slytherins, while keen on staying in the professors' good book, were known to instigate duels with other students, Gryffindors especially. And with a Quidditch match approaching, tempers were at their peak.
Then, the moment they were anticipating came; one of the Slytherins shouted out a curse that jetted towards where the four of them were standing. Sirius shoved Lily out of the way, and Remus dove in the other direction, knocking Peter out of the way in the process. Sirius pulled out his wand, and fired a curse back. It shot towards the boy standing next to Snape, hitting him in the face. Boils began to erupt, and the boy cried out in pain. One of the other Slytherins pulled the injured boy to the side, and began running with him towards the hospital wing.
"Might want to work on that aim, Black, especially if you want that Mudblood to last much longer." Snape shouted back, jerking his head towards Lily. This proved to be too much for Sirius; he fired another curse, this time heading directly for Snape. But at the last moment, Snape swerved, and the jet of red sparks only grazed his ear. He began to laugh, and opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly his eyes began to roll, and his face turned an unnatural shade of red. He collapsed, and wisps of smoke began to come out of his nose, ears, and open mouth. Sirius turned, and saw Remus standing there, wand raised, looking very accomplished.
"Moony? That was-"
"Hothead Curse. Pretty useful, though if he doesn't get to the hospital wing soon he'll spontaneously combust. I thought it might work as a substitute for beating him into a bloody pulp." Remus said, smiling mischieviously. They watched as the Slytherins began to carry Snape off to the hospital wing.
"Think they'll rat on us?" Sirius asked, looking a little worried.
"Normally, yes. But they won't admit that they lost an informal duel. Snape'll make up some explanation that he was attacked from behind." Remus said.
They turned, and saw Lily and Peter standing up and brushing off their robes.
"Good going, now we'll all end up in detention." Lily said irritably.
Sirius and Remus stood there, looking dumbfounded. "We defend your honor and you tell us we're morons?" Sirius asked.
"If I thought my honor needed defending, I would have done it myself. Oh well, Snape did get what he deserved for insulting James." Lily said, sounding considerably happier.
They took their seats in the stands, preparing to watch the Quidditch match. Sirius swung a box of popcorn from an unfortunate prefect who was selling them. The teams entered, and the stadium rang with applause. The Gryffindors in the crowd erupted with chants of "Go, Go, Gryffindor!" and the Slytherins chanted their house name, hissing like snakes in between. The entire area was silenced, though, as Madam Hooch walked out onto the field.
"Clean match, all of you. On my whistle." Madam Hooch shouted. She counted down from three, and then the whistle sounded for everyone to hear. The balls were released, and the players shot into the air. The commentator began running off names as the Quaffle was passed.
"Gryffindor in possession.. Hemming's got the Quaffle, he might score...Ouch, thats got to hurt. Bludger fired by Rembrent, Slytherin Beater. Slytherin in possession, Crellin about to score..Nice save by Jenkins of Gryffindor. Gryffindor back in possession, Potter taking the Quaffle, nearing the Slytherin goal posts...SCORE! Ten points to Gryffindor! Slytherin back in possession as the ball is back into play.."
And so it continued on like that for the next hour, and soon the score was tied, forty points to each side. As the day wore on, so did the sun, and soon tents had been erected over the spectators to prevent heat and sunburn.
"Potter has the Quaffle again and- What was that? Lestrange and Rembrent both fired their Bludgers at Potter..dodged them successfully..I see a penalty." the commentator said.
Sirius shouted something at Lestrange that he probably wouldn't of said had he noticed the faculty sitting so near him.
"Black, clean out your mouth or I'll do it myself!"
Sirius turned around to see Professor McGonagall staring at him sternly through her square spectacles.
"P-Professor McGonagall! You're back?" Sirius stammered, wide-eyed with shock. She nodded curtly.
"Yes, Black, the party's over. I don't want to know what mischief you and Potter got into during my absence, but it ends now. So sorry." McGonagall said sarcastically, and then turned back to the Quidditch match, where Gryffindor had just scored a penalty.
Sirius stared meaningfuly at Remus, Peter, and Lily for a moment before they noticed him. He gestured over his shoulder at where McGonagall was seated. A piece of popcorn slipped out of Peter's mouth in surprise. Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking back to the field. Lily raised her eyebrows slightly, looked over at McGonagall briefly, and then also looked back at the Quidditch match, where Gryffindor was back in possession. Sirius, looking indignantly at all of them, turned back in time to see Professor McGonagall getting up from her seat and moving down from the stands to the field.
Sirius watched her closely, as she took a seat on the Quidditch field. He saw her whisper something to a man standing nearby. The man nodded to her, and pulled something out of his robes. He held it up.
Then, suddenly, there was an explosion. The four of them scrambled up to get a better look. In the center of the field, a ball of red and orange flame was lingering, and there was a huge cloud of dust and ash floating in the air. Beneath it was a hole, as though a bomb had been dropped directly on the field. It looked as though the Slythern team had missed the force of the explosion, for they were all hovering at the other end of the field, looking shocked. But it looked as though the Gryffindor side was missing a few players. The four of them all seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"Where's James?"
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A/N: Oooh...cliffie! You've come this far, why not review?