"Don't worry, everything will be fine...." Sirius Black looked at his companions and smiled winningly at them. He leaned casually against the stone wall outside of the Gryffindor common room crossing his arms over his chest.
"And maybe it will finally get him to leave us alone." He told them in his most logicallly persuasive tone of voice.
Peter and James looked at each other, their eyes betraying the doubt they felt about his latest plan. After a moment or two of hesitation, however, a malicious grin spread across Peter's boyish features.
"I think it's great idea," he began, enthusiastically, "that lousy git has tortured us from the first day we arrived at Hogwarts! How many times has he gotten us into trouble? Followed us around to see what we were up to, the sneaky bastard...." he scowled at the ground kicking a rock across the sidewalk.
Sirius smiled triumphantly, then shifted his gaze to James.
"I don't care, it's too dangerous, something could go wrong." James glared at Sirius, his green eyes resolute.
"C'mon Prongs, we're the Marauders!" Sirius spread his arms wide in a gesture to indicate the obvious fact that they controlled the school, "No one will really get hurt, i mean, it's all in good fun...we'll just scare him a little...."
"No!" James looked at his partners in crime each in turn, "I know how horrid he's been to us over the years" he let out an exasperated sigh, "but just think how bad you'd feel, and how much trouble we would be in if something did go wrong, if he did get hurt....or even killed..."
Sirius and Peter stood silent, their faces solemn. The seriusness of what James had said took a few minutes to sink in. He could die.
Sirius shrugged.
"Yeah, i guess your right..." he tried to brush off the very real concern he felt, "I mean we could be expelled for getting that lousy little snitch killed, i mean, all the teachers love him..."
Both Sirius and James started to laugh, Peter joined in a little reluctantly. He was still a upset that they were not going to trick Severus, the Slytherin bane of their existence.
"Well, I' m going up to bed. Unlike some lazy bums i know, i actually have to get up tomorrow," James flashed a weak, insincere smile, "Quidditch practice."
Sirius threw an arm around his shoulder as they made their way to the portrait hole, where the Fat Lady waited for them.
"Awww, poor baby's got to get up early..." He pinched James' cheek playfully. The dark-haired quidditch plyaer shoved him off as they both reached the portrait laughing.
"Serpens Mortis," Sirius stated clearly in his most official sounding voice, his arms folded over his chest. James snickered behind him. As the Fat Lady swung open, Peter punched James playfully in the arm.
"Hey, i'll see you guys tomorrow in transfig," he smirked knowingly, "don't forget about the quiz, " He quirked an eyebrow at him and turned on his heel, strutting down the hall to the Ravenclaw dormitory.
Sirius and James stood in front of the now open portrait hole, looks of shock plastered on their faces. They looked at each other and gasped simultaniously.
"What quiz?!"
"And maybe it will finally get him to leave us alone." He told them in his most logicallly persuasive tone of voice.
Peter and James looked at each other, their eyes betraying the doubt they felt about his latest plan. After a moment or two of hesitation, however, a malicious grin spread across Peter's boyish features.
"I think it's great idea," he began, enthusiastically, "that lousy git has tortured us from the first day we arrived at Hogwarts! How many times has he gotten us into trouble? Followed us around to see what we were up to, the sneaky bastard...." he scowled at the ground kicking a rock across the sidewalk.
Sirius smiled triumphantly, then shifted his gaze to James.
"I don't care, it's too dangerous, something could go wrong." James glared at Sirius, his green eyes resolute.
"C'mon Prongs, we're the Marauders!" Sirius spread his arms wide in a gesture to indicate the obvious fact that they controlled the school, "No one will really get hurt, i mean, it's all in good fun...we'll just scare him a little...."
"No!" James looked at his partners in crime each in turn, "I know how horrid he's been to us over the years" he let out an exasperated sigh, "but just think how bad you'd feel, and how much trouble we would be in if something did go wrong, if he did get hurt....or even killed..."
Sirius and Peter stood silent, their faces solemn. The seriusness of what James had said took a few minutes to sink in. He could die.
Sirius shrugged.
"Yeah, i guess your right..." he tried to brush off the very real concern he felt, "I mean we could be expelled for getting that lousy little snitch killed, i mean, all the teachers love him..."
Both Sirius and James started to laugh, Peter joined in a little reluctantly. He was still a upset that they were not going to trick Severus, the Slytherin bane of their existence.
"Well, I' m going up to bed. Unlike some lazy bums i know, i actually have to get up tomorrow," James flashed a weak, insincere smile, "Quidditch practice."
Sirius threw an arm around his shoulder as they made their way to the portrait hole, where the Fat Lady waited for them.
"Awww, poor baby's got to get up early..." He pinched James' cheek playfully. The dark-haired quidditch plyaer shoved him off as they both reached the portrait laughing.
"Serpens Mortis," Sirius stated clearly in his most official sounding voice, his arms folded over his chest. James snickered behind him. As the Fat Lady swung open, Peter punched James playfully in the arm.
"Hey, i'll see you guys tomorrow in transfig," he smirked knowingly, "don't forget about the quiz, " He quirked an eyebrow at him and turned on his heel, strutting down the hall to the Ravenclaw dormitory.
Sirius and James stood in front of the now open portrait hole, looks of shock plastered on their faces. They looked at each other and gasped simultaniously.
"What quiz?!"