A/N: DONE DONE DONE! This story is now COMPLETED! I apologize for making
it short, but I like the other upcoming projects better, so I'm rather
cropping this one. As it is, my plot just rather died. Thanks for reading
and keep your eyes open for Story 2: James Potter and the Dark Creature!
Course, you should read my other stuff in the meantime....
James was feeling more than a little apprehensive as the four of them sat outside the headmaster's office.
"Something tells me this won't be the last time we're out here," Remus muttered.
It was all Snape's fault.
Madam Pomfrey had fixed his nose in no time at all, and he'd bothered Lyria & Sirius for their entire detention. In usual fashion, James & Sirius decided to get even.
Disaster ensued.
James made Snape's lunch plate fly, and Sirius had transfigured (albeit with difficulty) Snape's knife into a garden snake. Sadly, the girl sitting next to him panicked just as Remus' carefully placed dungbomb went off.
Then Professor Prewett was attacked by that nose-biting teacup, and in a seething fury dragged the four of them to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Remus' expression was solemn and almost accepting of whatever awaited them. Peter looked purely terrified.
James refused to allow this. "We aren't going to just sit here! Yes, we'll take what's coming to us, but..."
"Payback?" Sirius said with a slight grin.
"No!" Remus cried. "No more! We've tried that, and I've had enough!"
James was torn. He wanted nothing more than to put Snape in his place, but something seemed to almost frighten Remus about it. "We'll talk about it later," he decided.
Then Prewett left the headmaster's office. "He's waiting," he told them.
Peter squeaked.
James found himself in a round room with sleeping portraits everywhere. The Sorting Hat rested on a shelf, and in the corner was a big red bird.
"This is Fawkes," Dumbledore told him, gesturing to the bird. "Have a seat, boys."
They complied.
"Now. What seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked.
Silence.
Dumbledore looked slightly amused. "Mr. Lupin, could you tell me what happened, please?"
James and Sirius shared a look. Now they were in trouble... Remus was afraid of his own shadow.
Remus frowned. "I don't rightly know, sir... we were sitting at lunch, and then there was a commotion at the Slytherin table... then Professor Prewett was attacked by his teacup and he brought us up here."
"I see," Dumbledore said, with a slight twinkle in his eye. "Well, why don't the four of you humor Professor Prewett and serve detention, and we'll leave it at that. I suggest you head to class."
"Yes, sir!" Sirius said with his usual bright smile, and the four left. "James, we've corrupted another one."
Remus blushed a bit. "Well, I didn't want to get expelled either. Now, what are we going to do to Snape?"
James and Sirius shared a grin.
An unbreakable friendship had just been formed.
James was feeling more than a little apprehensive as the four of them sat outside the headmaster's office.
"Something tells me this won't be the last time we're out here," Remus muttered.
It was all Snape's fault.
Madam Pomfrey had fixed his nose in no time at all, and he'd bothered Lyria & Sirius for their entire detention. In usual fashion, James & Sirius decided to get even.
Disaster ensued.
James made Snape's lunch plate fly, and Sirius had transfigured (albeit with difficulty) Snape's knife into a garden snake. Sadly, the girl sitting next to him panicked just as Remus' carefully placed dungbomb went off.
Then Professor Prewett was attacked by that nose-biting teacup, and in a seething fury dragged the four of them to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Remus' expression was solemn and almost accepting of whatever awaited them. Peter looked purely terrified.
James refused to allow this. "We aren't going to just sit here! Yes, we'll take what's coming to us, but..."
"Payback?" Sirius said with a slight grin.
"No!" Remus cried. "No more! We've tried that, and I've had enough!"
James was torn. He wanted nothing more than to put Snape in his place, but something seemed to almost frighten Remus about it. "We'll talk about it later," he decided.
Then Prewett left the headmaster's office. "He's waiting," he told them.
Peter squeaked.
James found himself in a round room with sleeping portraits everywhere. The Sorting Hat rested on a shelf, and in the corner was a big red bird.
"This is Fawkes," Dumbledore told him, gesturing to the bird. "Have a seat, boys."
They complied.
"Now. What seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked.
Silence.
Dumbledore looked slightly amused. "Mr. Lupin, could you tell me what happened, please?"
James and Sirius shared a look. Now they were in trouble... Remus was afraid of his own shadow.
Remus frowned. "I don't rightly know, sir... we were sitting at lunch, and then there was a commotion at the Slytherin table... then Professor Prewett was attacked by his teacup and he brought us up here."
"I see," Dumbledore said, with a slight twinkle in his eye. "Well, why don't the four of you humor Professor Prewett and serve detention, and we'll leave it at that. I suggest you head to class."
"Yes, sir!" Sirius said with his usual bright smile, and the four left. "James, we've corrupted another one."
Remus blushed a bit. "Well, I didn't want to get expelled either. Now, what are we going to do to Snape?"
James and Sirius shared a grin.
An unbreakable friendship had just been formed.