Disclaimer: Deblahblahblah, I doth not own them, noble sirs and Madames.

AN: Eeeeek…. I've been very depressive, have I? Well, sorry. I'll try my best to get healthy again, so I'm not depressed, which will make my writing less depressing! Anyway, to cheer myself up, I will make this chapter an amusing one - but soon it will be the fateful day that SnapieWapie gets his comeuppance… Oh yeah, I have the ending for this fic all thought out - I just have to figure out how to get there.

Little Eagle

The entire castle had an air of gloom. Voldemort had been killing people right, left and center, and many people at Hogwarts had suffered tragic losses. Dumbledore decided that his students needed cheering up.

"Quiet! Quiet please!" Dumbledore called, over the shrieks and yells of the dining students. "QUIET!"

"What's up with him?" Sirius asked through a mouthful of mashed potato.

"I think he wants you to shut up," Lily answered quietly, looking at the headmaster.

"Ehhem." Dumbledore cleared his throat and the whole hall hushed. "As you know, everyone has been rather down in the dumps lately-"

"Down in the dumps?" Sirius asked, "What does he mean? We're down in the great hall - unless they've renamed it the Dumps."

"It's a muggle expression meaning depressed." Lily hissed.

"- and I've decided we will have one of three things." Dumbledore continued. "A ball, a circus day… or a clean up the school day. We will have a vote right now."

"Cool!" Lily squealed, "What are you guys going for? I'm doing circus!"

"Same," James said, grinning.

"Circus all the way!" Remus agreed.

"CIRCUS!" Sirius shouted, and the 'we love Sirius Black' group immediately decided what they'd be doing.

"Thankyou Mr. Black," Dumbledore said good naturedly, "for your valuable input."

"That's okay Professor, anytime!" Sirius called. Dumbledore appeared to ignore him, but those who were watching closely saw a faint smile hovering on his lips.

"Hands up for Ball," Around three hundred and ninety hands were raised.

"Circus," four hundred and ten hands.

"Clean up the school day." One hand. Flitch's.

"We will have a circus," Dumbledore announced. "Now, it will be a rather different circus. For one thing, we'll be making it." Dumbledore smiled at the puzzled students. "I will split the houses up into two groups. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in one group, and Gryffindor and Slytherin in the other." There were large groans from two tables (no prizes for guessing which ones). Then you will split up into your year groups, and each year group will take care of certain acts. The acts each year group do are entirely up to the two houses as a whole." Dumbledore smiled, "You have three weeks with no classes and no homework to do this in." There were frowns from the staff table, and cheers from the students. "The Gryffindors and Slytherins will practice here, and the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs will practice on the Quidditch Pitch." Dumbledore announced. "Practices begin immediately."

"Oh joy, Slytherins." Sirius said sarcastically as the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs filed out, "my favorites people in the whole wide world."

"We're not happy about working with you either, Black." Snape sneered.

"Shut it, Snape." Sirius growled.
"Make me," Snape answered. "You, Potty, Lupass, the mudblood and that sniveling rat couldn't put a butterfly in the hospital wing, let alone me." Sirius, James, Remus, Lily and Peter all hurled themselves at him, and started kicking, hitting, thumping, biting, headbutting, and doing whatever else they could too him.

"What did you call her?" James shouted, getting Snape into a headlock, "What the hell did you call her?"

"Sniveling rat, hey?" Peter started kicking Snape in the guts until two massive Slytherin boys pulled him off and started twisting his arms and legs.

"Lupass." Remus was uncharacteristically angry, and gave Snape a black eye before stalking off.

"Mudblood is it?" Lily hissed, kicking Snape in the groin. (This all took place in about a minute, all at once.)

"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Professor McGonnagall hurtled down from the staff table and set about separating them. Peter had a broken arm and leg, and was sent too the hospital wing (that gets him out of the way for a while.), the two Slytherin boys got a month of midnight detention, Snape also got sent too the Hospital wing, and Lily, James, Sirius and Remus all got a week's detention.

"You will now work on your acts," Aaybhegburm (pronounced A-big-bum) -the Slytherin head of house- sniffed haughtily, "And kindly do not fight."

"Yes Professor Bigbutt," Sirius muttered rebelliously -quietly, but rebelliously.

"Now we all know we're not happy about working together," Gormardus Enfielet, a Slytherin prefect, said, "But we have to do this Circus thingie. So I say we set out the acts, and get down too work, so we have to spend as little time together as possible."
"Amen to that," Lily muttered.
"So, first years," Gormadus addressed the youngest students, "What should you do."

"Ticket sales and entry stuff," Remus suggested. "And possibly a small act - Mini Clowns or something."

"Sound okay too you?" Gormardus asked the first years.
"Mini clowns!" They shouted. "We'll do it!"

"Good. Second years?"

"Food sales and stuff," Remus made his way too stand next too Gormardus, "Seating arrangements."

"Okay," The second years agreed, not wishing to argue with people so much bigger than them.

"Third years?" Gormardus asked, mainly asking Remus.

"Decorations," Remus said firmly, "The younger students can help with those as well."

"Alright!" the third years grinned, it sounded fun.

"Forth years?"

"In charge of the games and stuff."

"Okay with us."

"Fifth years?"

"Rides."

"Hmm," The fifth years discussed it, then agreed.

"Sixth years?"

"Big clowns and animal acts." Remus suggested, and the sixth years agreed.

"Seventh years?"

"Um," Remus looked uncertain, and a seventh year girl came forward.

"We can do advanced magic acts, and a comedy play/act or something, and some of us can work with the younger kids." She suggested, and the seventh years agreed.

"Then it's all settled!" Gormardus smiled. "To your groups!" They all split into groups and started discussing things.

"Can you imagine Snape as a clown?" James asked Lily, moving to stand behind her.

"Yes." Lily giggled, then sobered, "I'll pay him back for calling me a mudblood."

"Yeah," James gripped her hand. "We'll pay him back."

"Together," Lily smiled. "Together."

Well? Like? Long enough? The next few chapters will be getting ready for the Circus, and the Circus and stuff…… and a wee bit of Lily/James romance….

Fire Lizid