THE QUEEN OF MY HEART
A/N: This is my longest chapter so far. I might have extreme variations between chapter sizes. Just thought I would warn you, just in case.
Disclaimer: I made up Sara Moone, Professor Crauwel, and Professor Trepid, but that's it.
Chapter Seven: Things that Happen
The gang had Defense Against the Dark Arts early the next morning. Sirius, Peter, and Remus got up together, ate breakfast together, and then went to class together. All actions didn't involve James. None of the guys had seen James. He was gone from his bed earlier then everyone else, and he wasn't in the Great Hall. Remus was wondering how James' and Lily's rendezvous went. Did he ask her out? Did she say yes? Did she realize what a cad he was and say no?
Remus, Peter, and Sirius sat in consecutive desks. Remus noticed that Lily's blond friend came in alone and sat behind his group. If Lily was missing and James was missing, that could only mean one thing. Lily and James were still together. Remus let out a futile sigh.
"It's time for class to begin," the professor announced.
He seemed to just appear out of the shadows. His dark grey robes matched his short mustache and pointed beard perfectly. He was bald on top with extra bushy eyebrows that were lodged against his pale grey eyes.
"I will call role now," He snarled, the left side of his mouth twitching.
The professor proceeded to call names. Sirius responded to his name with "right here!" Lily's name came unanswered. Remus said "present" when his name was called. Lily's friend answered to "Sara Moone".
"Peter Pettigrew," the professor muttered.
"Here," Peter replied, holding up his hand.
Just before the professor went on to the next name, the door opened. James entered first, followed by Lily. They were holding hands.
"Sorry we're late, Professor Crauwel," James said.
Lily hid behind him, either embarrassed or scared.
"Have a seat," Professor Crauwel commanded.
James and Lily parted. James sat beside Peter, and Lily settled herself with Sara Moone, which happened to be right behind Remus.
"James Potter," Crauwel said, continuing the role.
"Here, sir," James answered.
"I am marking you tardy, Potter," Crauwel informed.
"But, Professor," James began, "I was here before my name was called."
"Tardiness will not be tolerated," Crauwel snapped. "I will not over look it next time."
"Yes, sir," James said, sitting back in his chair.
"You will be taking notes today," Professor Crauwel informed. "Take out a quill and parchment and make a note of everything I mention."
Professor Crauwel stood at his podium and started talking. ("As a source of protection from a perpetual curse, one would need to have a supply of Futec's blood and a knowledge of the acquantus charm.") The words he said seemed to swim around in Remus' head. It didn't seem to make much sense. Remus was distracted from his drowning in protective spells and charms by the whispering behind him.
"I went and found hawk wizard, right?" Lily told Sara. "The hall was empty. I was afraid that James had stood me up."
Remus would finally hear about what happened the night before. This isn't how he had expected to hear it. He really shouldn't have been listening. It was eaves-dropping. It was wrong. He simply had to know what had happened, though. He kept listening.
"Then he jumps out from behind the statue, holding a rose," Lily continued.
"How cute?" Sara giggled.
"Then he puts this blindfold on me," Lily went on. "It was so romantic. He took my hand and led me up some stairs. I don't know where the stairs came form. There weren't any near the hawk wizard."
"So then what?" Sara urged.
"When James take off the blindfold," Lily began, "we were...Oh, it was like floating."
"What was like floating?" Sara asked.
"Standing out there, standing in the sky," Lily sighed.
"What?" Sara questioned, confused.
"We were on a tower," Lily explained. "It was a tower that no one else has ever been to. It had an open top and low walls so we could gaze in every direction at the stars."
"Oh, wow," Sara gasped.
"That's where it happened," Lily told her. "That's where he took me in his arms. He whispered that we should be together."
"Did he kiss you?" Sara asked.
Remus held his breath.
"Well, no," Lily replied. "I didn't want him to."
Remus almost jumped up and shouted "hooray!". Luckily, he restrained himself.
"Why not?"
"I think that kissing is a step that should be taken later," Lily explained. "I like to take things slow."
"Oh, Lily," Sara began, "you're so weird. If I had James Potter alone on a tower, I would be all over him."
"Man, I like this guy," Sirius laughed, elbowing Remus.
"What, who?" Remus questioned.
"Professor Crauwel," Sirius answered.
"Why, what'd he do?" Remus asked.
"He just called Snape a greaseball," Sirius told him. "Have you been in your own little world again?"
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The gang casually headed for the Great Hall with pockets full of powdered wolfsbane from Potions class. The professor didn't suspect a thing. The Great Hall was full of students, as it was every lunch period. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter sat in their usual spot. All but Peter merely picked at their food. Peter had a plate full and was scarfing it down.
"We need to stew the potion with this wolfsbane until the cobwebs and ground newt's eyes are blended," James read from an advanced Potions book they had gotten from the library last year.
"Sounds good," Sirius commented. "Except, how do we know when they're blended?"
"Ummm," James began, scanning the book.
Just then, Lily came up behind James and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who," she whispered.
James immediately shut the book. Sirius glanced at Remus and Peter insecurely.
"Lily?" James guessed, quite sure he was right.
"How'd you guess?" Lily giggled, taking her hands away from James' eyes.
James quickly took her hands and leaned his head back to look up into her face. They smiled at each other. Remus was feeling a bit hot. Why couldn't she say hi and move on? Why did she always linger and gaze at James? Gaze at James...instead of Remus.
"I don't mean to interrupt," Remus said, "but we do have work to do."
"I'm sorry," Lily apologized, looking around at everyone. "I came in in the middle of a conversation, didn't I?"
"Well, yes," James answered.
"I'll talk to you later then," Lily whispered to James, leaning near enough to kiss him, but then backing off and leaving.
Remus, Peter, and Sirius looked at James, who returned his attention to the book.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Have you made out?" Peter asked James, sounding quite excited.
"With who?" James asked.
"Lily, numb skull," Sirius defined.
"Not yet," James began. "It seems that she's holding out on me."
"Of course she is," Remus muttered.
James, Peter, and Sirius looked at him.
"James," he went on, "not every girl will fall in your lap. Did it ever occur to you that some girls aren't that facile? Have a little patience and some class."
Peter and Sirius looked at each other. James just stared.
"Are you feeling alright, Mooney?" James asked.
"Maybe, he's suffering from P.W.S., pre werewolf syndrome," Sirius guessed.
Peter chuckled.
The Great Hall doors slammed open. All eyes went to the intruder. It was Professor Trepid, the graying and big-nosed Arithmacy teacher. He ran to the back of the hall where the teacher's table lie. Professor Trepid leaned over the table and whispered something to Dumbledore. The other teachers gathered around the bearded headmaster to hear the news. There were a number of gasps when Professor Trepid had finished. Dumbledore stood up, stroking his white whiskers.
"Attention students," he said, roughly.
There was no need for these words since all the students had already been straining to hear the professor's message.
"There is news from the Ministry," Dumbledore went on. "Yesterday, the Dark Lord Voldemort inflamated the secret Auror base in Ireland. Many people died in that fire; Many fathers, brothers, husbands, and sons. It is worse then that. If the Dark Lord knew where the secret headquarters were then he must have some ally in the Ministry. This ally has to be quite high to have known the information to tell Voldemort. All wizardkind is in danger."
There were a number of gasps and sobs from the student body. Remus, quite distraught, scanned the teachers for their reactions. Maybe he would find one without worry; One with some ray of hope shinning. He found such a one. It was Professor Crauwel. He didn't look worried. As a matter of fact, he seemed awfully glad. His twitching lips were pressed into an evil smile. Why was a Hogwarts professor smiling at such horrible news?
"Everything is fine here," Dumbledore assured everyone. "There is nothing to fear. Voldemort would have no reason to come here. It's just a school. What would he want with a school?"
Somehow, Dumbledore wasn't convincing. He didn't even look convinced himself.
A/N: This is my longest chapter so far. I might have extreme variations between chapter sizes. Just thought I would warn you, just in case.
Disclaimer: I made up Sara Moone, Professor Crauwel, and Professor Trepid, but that's it.
Chapter Seven: Things that Happen
The gang had Defense Against the Dark Arts early the next morning. Sirius, Peter, and Remus got up together, ate breakfast together, and then went to class together. All actions didn't involve James. None of the guys had seen James. He was gone from his bed earlier then everyone else, and he wasn't in the Great Hall. Remus was wondering how James' and Lily's rendezvous went. Did he ask her out? Did she say yes? Did she realize what a cad he was and say no?
Remus, Peter, and Sirius sat in consecutive desks. Remus noticed that Lily's blond friend came in alone and sat behind his group. If Lily was missing and James was missing, that could only mean one thing. Lily and James were still together. Remus let out a futile sigh.
"It's time for class to begin," the professor announced.
He seemed to just appear out of the shadows. His dark grey robes matched his short mustache and pointed beard perfectly. He was bald on top with extra bushy eyebrows that were lodged against his pale grey eyes.
"I will call role now," He snarled, the left side of his mouth twitching.
The professor proceeded to call names. Sirius responded to his name with "right here!" Lily's name came unanswered. Remus said "present" when his name was called. Lily's friend answered to "Sara Moone".
"Peter Pettigrew," the professor muttered.
"Here," Peter replied, holding up his hand.
Just before the professor went on to the next name, the door opened. James entered first, followed by Lily. They were holding hands.
"Sorry we're late, Professor Crauwel," James said.
Lily hid behind him, either embarrassed or scared.
"Have a seat," Professor Crauwel commanded.
James and Lily parted. James sat beside Peter, and Lily settled herself with Sara Moone, which happened to be right behind Remus.
"James Potter," Crauwel said, continuing the role.
"Here, sir," James answered.
"I am marking you tardy, Potter," Crauwel informed.
"But, Professor," James began, "I was here before my name was called."
"Tardiness will not be tolerated," Crauwel snapped. "I will not over look it next time."
"Yes, sir," James said, sitting back in his chair.
"You will be taking notes today," Professor Crauwel informed. "Take out a quill and parchment and make a note of everything I mention."
Professor Crauwel stood at his podium and started talking. ("As a source of protection from a perpetual curse, one would need to have a supply of Futec's blood and a knowledge of the acquantus charm.") The words he said seemed to swim around in Remus' head. It didn't seem to make much sense. Remus was distracted from his drowning in protective spells and charms by the whispering behind him.
"I went and found hawk wizard, right?" Lily told Sara. "The hall was empty. I was afraid that James had stood me up."
Remus would finally hear about what happened the night before. This isn't how he had expected to hear it. He really shouldn't have been listening. It was eaves-dropping. It was wrong. He simply had to know what had happened, though. He kept listening.
"Then he jumps out from behind the statue, holding a rose," Lily continued.
"How cute?" Sara giggled.
"Then he puts this blindfold on me," Lily went on. "It was so romantic. He took my hand and led me up some stairs. I don't know where the stairs came form. There weren't any near the hawk wizard."
"So then what?" Sara urged.
"When James take off the blindfold," Lily began, "we were...Oh, it was like floating."
"What was like floating?" Sara asked.
"Standing out there, standing in the sky," Lily sighed.
"What?" Sara questioned, confused.
"We were on a tower," Lily explained. "It was a tower that no one else has ever been to. It had an open top and low walls so we could gaze in every direction at the stars."
"Oh, wow," Sara gasped.
"That's where it happened," Lily told her. "That's where he took me in his arms. He whispered that we should be together."
"Did he kiss you?" Sara asked.
Remus held his breath.
"Well, no," Lily replied. "I didn't want him to."
Remus almost jumped up and shouted "hooray!". Luckily, he restrained himself.
"Why not?"
"I think that kissing is a step that should be taken later," Lily explained. "I like to take things slow."
"Oh, Lily," Sara began, "you're so weird. If I had James Potter alone on a tower, I would be all over him."
"Man, I like this guy," Sirius laughed, elbowing Remus.
"What, who?" Remus questioned.
"Professor Crauwel," Sirius answered.
"Why, what'd he do?" Remus asked.
"He just called Snape a greaseball," Sirius told him. "Have you been in your own little world again?"
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The gang casually headed for the Great Hall with pockets full of powdered wolfsbane from Potions class. The professor didn't suspect a thing. The Great Hall was full of students, as it was every lunch period. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter sat in their usual spot. All but Peter merely picked at their food. Peter had a plate full and was scarfing it down.
"We need to stew the potion with this wolfsbane until the cobwebs and ground newt's eyes are blended," James read from an advanced Potions book they had gotten from the library last year.
"Sounds good," Sirius commented. "Except, how do we know when they're blended?"
"Ummm," James began, scanning the book.
Just then, Lily came up behind James and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who," she whispered.
James immediately shut the book. Sirius glanced at Remus and Peter insecurely.
"Lily?" James guessed, quite sure he was right.
"How'd you guess?" Lily giggled, taking her hands away from James' eyes.
James quickly took her hands and leaned his head back to look up into her face. They smiled at each other. Remus was feeling a bit hot. Why couldn't she say hi and move on? Why did she always linger and gaze at James? Gaze at James...instead of Remus.
"I don't mean to interrupt," Remus said, "but we do have work to do."
"I'm sorry," Lily apologized, looking around at everyone. "I came in in the middle of a conversation, didn't I?"
"Well, yes," James answered.
"I'll talk to you later then," Lily whispered to James, leaning near enough to kiss him, but then backing off and leaving.
Remus, Peter, and Sirius looked at James, who returned his attention to the book.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Have you made out?" Peter asked James, sounding quite excited.
"With who?" James asked.
"Lily, numb skull," Sirius defined.
"Not yet," James began. "It seems that she's holding out on me."
"Of course she is," Remus muttered.
James, Peter, and Sirius looked at him.
"James," he went on, "not every girl will fall in your lap. Did it ever occur to you that some girls aren't that facile? Have a little patience and some class."
Peter and Sirius looked at each other. James just stared.
"Are you feeling alright, Mooney?" James asked.
"Maybe, he's suffering from P.W.S., pre werewolf syndrome," Sirius guessed.
Peter chuckled.
The Great Hall doors slammed open. All eyes went to the intruder. It was Professor Trepid, the graying and big-nosed Arithmacy teacher. He ran to the back of the hall where the teacher's table lie. Professor Trepid leaned over the table and whispered something to Dumbledore. The other teachers gathered around the bearded headmaster to hear the news. There were a number of gasps when Professor Trepid had finished. Dumbledore stood up, stroking his white whiskers.
"Attention students," he said, roughly.
There was no need for these words since all the students had already been straining to hear the professor's message.
"There is news from the Ministry," Dumbledore went on. "Yesterday, the Dark Lord Voldemort inflamated the secret Auror base in Ireland. Many people died in that fire; Many fathers, brothers, husbands, and sons. It is worse then that. If the Dark Lord knew where the secret headquarters were then he must have some ally in the Ministry. This ally has to be quite high to have known the information to tell Voldemort. All wizardkind is in danger."
There were a number of gasps and sobs from the student body. Remus, quite distraught, scanned the teachers for their reactions. Maybe he would find one without worry; One with some ray of hope shinning. He found such a one. It was Professor Crauwel. He didn't look worried. As a matter of fact, he seemed awfully glad. His twitching lips were pressed into an evil smile. Why was a Hogwarts professor smiling at such horrible news?
"Everything is fine here," Dumbledore assured everyone. "There is nothing to fear. Voldemort would have no reason to come here. It's just a school. What would he want with a school?"
Somehow, Dumbledore wasn't convincing. He didn't even look convinced himself.
