The Marauders
Sirius hummed softly to himself as he walked down the stone corridor. He ducked behind a suit of armor when he saw a dark haired boy turn the corner towards him. The boy didn't see Sirius: he was engrossed in a Quidditch book. When he walked past, Sirius stuck his foot out and caused him to sprawl out over the floor, black glasses and book flying.
"Looks like the best Seeker who ever lived isn't so good on his feet after all," Sirius said as he gave James a hand up. "You want to be more careful when you walk."
"You're forgetting one thing," James said, straightening his glasses as they continued walking.
"What's that?" Sirius asked, looking at the twilight through the window.
Suddenly Sirius hurled forward onto the floor, his feet kicked out from under him. James loomed over him and commented, "You forgot that you're not so great on your feet either."
Sirius cursed him with Jelly-Legs. While wobbling straight into a stone wall, James cursed him Sirius right back with Jumping-Jitters. They were still wobbling and jumping, laughing their heads off, when Remus turned the corner and found them. He countered both the curses and tried to engage them in a discussion on the Curse essay due next week. They ended up deciding the best way to curse their Potions professor to make his ugly hair all fall out.
"So where were you during supper, Sirius?" asked Remus.
"Setting off dung-bombs in the Trophy Room," he answered casually.
James snickered at his light-hearted allusion to a certain incident taking place last year including pink bubbles, dung-bombs, Cornish pixies, several bewildered seventh year Slytherins, and a very, very angry Filch.
"He was probably trying to seduce some first years into taking a romantic walk through the dungeons with him," offered James. Several first year girls had developed a crush on Sirius and burst into nervous giggles, much to his abhorrence, whenever he passed them in the hallways. James had tried to organize them into a Sirius Fan Club, even making flashing buttons and handing them out to the girls. To Sirius's disgust, they had actually kept them. He didn't even want to know where.
"Nah, he was sweet-talkin' Moaning Myrtle into letting him share her toilet," suggested Remus. They were probably about the last people in the world to be "sweet-talkin'" Myrtle after a particularly nasty prank they pulled early this year. They laughed so hard they thought they'd pass out.
"Ah, we haven't gone to see our good friend Myrtle in a long time now," James said fondly, winking at Sirius who was on the other side of Remus. "Let's see, we saw her once in September - that's one. Then at the beginning of October - that's two. And if we see her again today that'll be - Three!"
On cue, both James and Sirius rammed into a surprised Remus, squishing him from each side.
"It's a Remus-sandwich!" Sirius exclaimed as they watched a blue-faced Remus fall to the floor.
Remus groaned in mock agony.
They managed to return to the Gryffindor common room with relatively few injuries and most of their teeth. They had only had to curse two different staff members and collected only five detentions between the three of them. To some of the younger students they were known as the "Rough Crowd," a term they thoroughly enjoyed. To most other students and teachers alike they were simply known as the trouble-makers.
Finding Peter in a back corner doing Arithmancy charts, they pushed aside his homework (declaring it was bad for him) and started playing a heated game of Exploding Snaps. Eventually Remus stood and said he was going. Sirius nodded, not really hearing him, and continued to play with James. Peter also quickly left with his homework to finish his charts in peace. Knowing Peter, he would probably have half the answers wrong anyway. Sirius though they were doing him a favor distracting him (who actually took homework seriously anyway, or school for that matter). But he didn't pay any more attention to Peter's departure than he had Remus's.
Sirius ended up one of the last people in the common room. James had finally gone to bed, leaving Sirius reading with Quidditch Through the Ages. The only other person still awake was Peter, his round face surrounded by piles of torn up Arithmancy charts. He looked like he was about to give up. Then Sirius could slip out with the Invisibility Cloak he had "borrowed" from James and hid at the bottom of his backpack.
Peter had finally slammed his books shut in frustration and started to gather his things when James rushed into the room looking bewildered. "My Invisibility Cloak is missing!" he exclaimed.
"Maybe it finally turned invisible itself," suggested Sirius smartly, his heart pounding that James had found out before he had a chance to sneak it back into his trunk.
"I'm serious!"
"No, I'm Sirius."
"Maybe you just didn't see it," suggested Peter timidly.
Sirius stood. "I stole your cloak, Jamie. I was going to put it back before you noticed." He thought furiously, trying to think of a good reason for stealing James's cloak. But James looked relieved and didn't ask what its use had been.
"Let's get going then - we're already late," he said starting for the door.
Sirius strained to keep the smile on his face as his heart skipped beat. "And where exactly are you going?" he asked James.
James grinned at him and pointed out the window behind Sirius's shoulder. Sirius spun around and was confronted by the full moon. He almost groaned, but something broke inside of him and instead he started chuckling. He laughed harder and harder until he couldn't stand up anymore and sunk into a nearby chair. He couldn't stop laughing.
"What's so funny?" James demanded. "Let us in on the joke - what'd you do this time?" He shoved his face into Sirius's.
"Re-Remus has a d-d-date., with Sev-ev-erus!" he gasped.
"What?!"
"I told the sleazy git how to open the door. I imagine they're both having a happy chat right now."
"But - what were you thinking? Severus will be killed!"
"I know - no more Sevi, no more Sevi, no more Sevi," he chanted and broke once more into maniacal laughter.
James summoned his broom, the newest model of the Cleansweep.
"What are you doing, James? It's already too late - he must have arrived by now!"
"There's a chance he hasn't!" James declared as he opened the window with his wand. "I'm a fast flier - I may be able to stop him in time." He jumped on his broom and shot off into the night.
Peter ran to the door. "I'm going to Dumbledore! If Snape's been bitten maybe he can still be helped," he called over his shoulder as he left.
Sirius starred out the window. How could he be so stupid? How could he have forgotten? Had he really sent his Love to his death? His laughing abruptly ceased. He wanted to die.
Severus!
He put his head down on the table and cried.
Sirius hummed softly to himself as he walked down the stone corridor. He ducked behind a suit of armor when he saw a dark haired boy turn the corner towards him. The boy didn't see Sirius: he was engrossed in a Quidditch book. When he walked past, Sirius stuck his foot out and caused him to sprawl out over the floor, black glasses and book flying.
"Looks like the best Seeker who ever lived isn't so good on his feet after all," Sirius said as he gave James a hand up. "You want to be more careful when you walk."
"You're forgetting one thing," James said, straightening his glasses as they continued walking.
"What's that?" Sirius asked, looking at the twilight through the window.
Suddenly Sirius hurled forward onto the floor, his feet kicked out from under him. James loomed over him and commented, "You forgot that you're not so great on your feet either."
Sirius cursed him with Jelly-Legs. While wobbling straight into a stone wall, James cursed him Sirius right back with Jumping-Jitters. They were still wobbling and jumping, laughing their heads off, when Remus turned the corner and found them. He countered both the curses and tried to engage them in a discussion on the Curse essay due next week. They ended up deciding the best way to curse their Potions professor to make his ugly hair all fall out.
"So where were you during supper, Sirius?" asked Remus.
"Setting off dung-bombs in the Trophy Room," he answered casually.
James snickered at his light-hearted allusion to a certain incident taking place last year including pink bubbles, dung-bombs, Cornish pixies, several bewildered seventh year Slytherins, and a very, very angry Filch.
"He was probably trying to seduce some first years into taking a romantic walk through the dungeons with him," offered James. Several first year girls had developed a crush on Sirius and burst into nervous giggles, much to his abhorrence, whenever he passed them in the hallways. James had tried to organize them into a Sirius Fan Club, even making flashing buttons and handing them out to the girls. To Sirius's disgust, they had actually kept them. He didn't even want to know where.
"Nah, he was sweet-talkin' Moaning Myrtle into letting him share her toilet," suggested Remus. They were probably about the last people in the world to be "sweet-talkin'" Myrtle after a particularly nasty prank they pulled early this year. They laughed so hard they thought they'd pass out.
"Ah, we haven't gone to see our good friend Myrtle in a long time now," James said fondly, winking at Sirius who was on the other side of Remus. "Let's see, we saw her once in September - that's one. Then at the beginning of October - that's two. And if we see her again today that'll be - Three!"
On cue, both James and Sirius rammed into a surprised Remus, squishing him from each side.
"It's a Remus-sandwich!" Sirius exclaimed as they watched a blue-faced Remus fall to the floor.
Remus groaned in mock agony.
They managed to return to the Gryffindor common room with relatively few injuries and most of their teeth. They had only had to curse two different staff members and collected only five detentions between the three of them. To some of the younger students they were known as the "Rough Crowd," a term they thoroughly enjoyed. To most other students and teachers alike they were simply known as the trouble-makers.
Finding Peter in a back corner doing Arithmancy charts, they pushed aside his homework (declaring it was bad for him) and started playing a heated game of Exploding Snaps. Eventually Remus stood and said he was going. Sirius nodded, not really hearing him, and continued to play with James. Peter also quickly left with his homework to finish his charts in peace. Knowing Peter, he would probably have half the answers wrong anyway. Sirius though they were doing him a favor distracting him (who actually took homework seriously anyway, or school for that matter). But he didn't pay any more attention to Peter's departure than he had Remus's.
Sirius ended up one of the last people in the common room. James had finally gone to bed, leaving Sirius reading with Quidditch Through the Ages. The only other person still awake was Peter, his round face surrounded by piles of torn up Arithmancy charts. He looked like he was about to give up. Then Sirius could slip out with the Invisibility Cloak he had "borrowed" from James and hid at the bottom of his backpack.
Peter had finally slammed his books shut in frustration and started to gather his things when James rushed into the room looking bewildered. "My Invisibility Cloak is missing!" he exclaimed.
"Maybe it finally turned invisible itself," suggested Sirius smartly, his heart pounding that James had found out before he had a chance to sneak it back into his trunk.
"I'm serious!"
"No, I'm Sirius."
"Maybe you just didn't see it," suggested Peter timidly.
Sirius stood. "I stole your cloak, Jamie. I was going to put it back before you noticed." He thought furiously, trying to think of a good reason for stealing James's cloak. But James looked relieved and didn't ask what its use had been.
"Let's get going then - we're already late," he said starting for the door.
Sirius strained to keep the smile on his face as his heart skipped beat. "And where exactly are you going?" he asked James.
James grinned at him and pointed out the window behind Sirius's shoulder. Sirius spun around and was confronted by the full moon. He almost groaned, but something broke inside of him and instead he started chuckling. He laughed harder and harder until he couldn't stand up anymore and sunk into a nearby chair. He couldn't stop laughing.
"What's so funny?" James demanded. "Let us in on the joke - what'd you do this time?" He shoved his face into Sirius's.
"Re-Remus has a d-d-date., with Sev-ev-erus!" he gasped.
"What?!"
"I told the sleazy git how to open the door. I imagine they're both having a happy chat right now."
"But - what were you thinking? Severus will be killed!"
"I know - no more Sevi, no more Sevi, no more Sevi," he chanted and broke once more into maniacal laughter.
James summoned his broom, the newest model of the Cleansweep.
"What are you doing, James? It's already too late - he must have arrived by now!"
"There's a chance he hasn't!" James declared as he opened the window with his wand. "I'm a fast flier - I may be able to stop him in time." He jumped on his broom and shot off into the night.
Peter ran to the door. "I'm going to Dumbledore! If Snape's been bitten maybe he can still be helped," he called over his shoulder as he left.
Sirius starred out the window. How could he be so stupid? How could he have forgotten? Had he really sent his Love to his death? His laughing abruptly ceased. He wanted to die.
Severus!
He put his head down on the table and cried.