Part Twelve:
Harry slowly opened his eyes, a goofy smile on his face. As he thought about yesterday his heart filled with joy. After a minute his face fell, he remembered the terrible truth no matter what the two of them felt for each other they had to act like they hated one another. Only in private could they be who they wanted to be, be themselves. He grunted and rolled over he promptly fell out of bed. Smacking his head off of the wardrobe beside his head.
"For Merlin's sake," He snarled "What is it with me and ending up on the floor."
"Hey Jamie, what you doing in there?" Si called "sounds like your trying to kill yourself. Unsuccessfully."
"Not yet." He muttered bitterly.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Harry picked himself up off of the floor; gingerly testing all his limbs to make sure nothing was hurt. Luckily he seemed to be in tact only his pride was wounded. His head felt as thought there was a pixie playing the drums on it but nothing a simple charm can fix. He muttered the charm under is breath, and breathed in deeply as the pain dissipated.
A figure burst in through the dorm room door.
"Reme, how on earth can you get up so early?" Harry asked the figure. Reme smiled.
"Someone has to give you a heads up on the news. And I just so happen to have some news. The dates of the next Hogsmead weekend have been posted. It is two weeks tomorrow." Reme was practically jumping up and down at the news, Harry was having a hard time figuring out what was the big deal, sure Hogsmead was good fun but Reme seemed to be ecstatic about it. Harry turned to see that the news had had a similar effect on Si as well. 'Ok I am defiantly missing something' he thought to himself 'what is happening that weekend. No birthdays, no parties, no tricks planned. Wait tricks, it is something to do with tricks.' A memory was niggling at the side of Harry's consciousness. He tried to remember everything he had read in his father's diaries. One line sprang to mind 'next Hogsmead weekend. That's when we will do it. We took the potion today and agreed that the only time we could really do the transformation would be the next Hogsmead weekend.' Harry felt suddenly sick, 'oh shit!' he mentally screamed, how was he supposed to try the transformation with out the potion.
Harry glanced around wildly, the others were all so happy, 'how could I have forgotten this when I read fathers diary. I knew at the time I should have done something about it but no I had to put it of and then forget about it. Sev was right when he said I never think.' He plastered a smile on his face, he had to at least try and look like he was not about to be sick.
"That's great Reme." He forced out. With the fake smile still on his face he went about getting ready for the day ahead. 'Why can nothing even be simple for me.' He groaned to himself 'first I am the boy who lived, then I find out I am gay, then I get transported back in time and fall in love with a man I thought I hated, and now the crème de la crème I am supposed to try and turn into a Animagus without any preparation.'
It had been almost three years since the Marauders had found out about Reme's 'condition' they had spent all that time trying to find a way to help. Surprisingly it was Peter that had come up with the solution. They could not be with their friend as humans but as animals they would have no problem. They had all stated to pay an inordinately large amount of attention in transfiguration. Professor Mcgonigal was what she referred to as an Animagus. They had been told about this in their first year but only now did they really take an interest in it. They had asked her innocently how you became an Animagus and of course she refused to tell them all she would say is that it was not taught on the Hogwarts syllabus and no books on the subject were available in the students Library. And that only the most skilled in transfiguration would succeed, not to mention the fact that needed to have passable potions skills. So being the Marauders they paid no attention to her warnings and set about trying to find any information they could on the subject. Mcgonigal was right there were not any books available to them that said anything beyond what an Animagus was. It was Jamie's idea to search the restricted section. They had crept into the library, under Jamie's invisibility cloak, every night for almost six months gathering information on the topic. Their transfiguration grades had shot up, yet Mcgonigal did not suspect a thing. She probably didn't want to believe her perfect little Grifindor's would do anything wrong. Eventually they found the instructions for the potion that they had to create and details of how to actually perform the transformation. The potion required a lot of ingredients some of which they had not even heard of. Together those ingredients could only do one thing, so they could not procure them all together or people would know what they were up to, so they ordered them over a log periods of time. Months had passed before they had everything they needed. The potion itself was quick but hard to make, only 48 hours was needed. But it took them infinitely longer than that before they got it right. Once the potion was ready they split it between them and downed it. The potions purpose was to make the body keep the magical imprint of the animal so that the transformation would be natural after the first time. As in that no wand would be needed.
Harry was eventually ready to go down for breakfast.
"Hey guys there is something I need to do, I'll meet you in the great hall in a couple of minutes." Harry told them.
"Sure Jamie. What you doing?" So asked.
"I am going to owl my grandmother, you know she is away at the moment." Si nodded understandable Jamie had a really strong bond with his grandmother. Si really did 'not' need to know that in reality he was going to owl his father's nemesis. Harry almost smirked 'No. That would be an over share'
Sev: I need your help. Can I meet you? Please. It is important.
Love Harry.
He had added love Harry without even thinking about it. It was automatic. Harry attached the letter to his Fathers owl's leg.
"Now to let the games begin" he whispered to himself.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, a goofy smile on his face. As he thought about yesterday his heart filled with joy. After a minute his face fell, he remembered the terrible truth no matter what the two of them felt for each other they had to act like they hated one another. Only in private could they be who they wanted to be, be themselves. He grunted and rolled over he promptly fell out of bed. Smacking his head off of the wardrobe beside his head.
"For Merlin's sake," He snarled "What is it with me and ending up on the floor."
"Hey Jamie, what you doing in there?" Si called "sounds like your trying to kill yourself. Unsuccessfully."
"Not yet." He muttered bitterly.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Harry picked himself up off of the floor; gingerly testing all his limbs to make sure nothing was hurt. Luckily he seemed to be in tact only his pride was wounded. His head felt as thought there was a pixie playing the drums on it but nothing a simple charm can fix. He muttered the charm under is breath, and breathed in deeply as the pain dissipated.
A figure burst in through the dorm room door.
"Reme, how on earth can you get up so early?" Harry asked the figure. Reme smiled.
"Someone has to give you a heads up on the news. And I just so happen to have some news. The dates of the next Hogsmead weekend have been posted. It is two weeks tomorrow." Reme was practically jumping up and down at the news, Harry was having a hard time figuring out what was the big deal, sure Hogsmead was good fun but Reme seemed to be ecstatic about it. Harry turned to see that the news had had a similar effect on Si as well. 'Ok I am defiantly missing something' he thought to himself 'what is happening that weekend. No birthdays, no parties, no tricks planned. Wait tricks, it is something to do with tricks.' A memory was niggling at the side of Harry's consciousness. He tried to remember everything he had read in his father's diaries. One line sprang to mind 'next Hogsmead weekend. That's when we will do it. We took the potion today and agreed that the only time we could really do the transformation would be the next Hogsmead weekend.' Harry felt suddenly sick, 'oh shit!' he mentally screamed, how was he supposed to try the transformation with out the potion.
Harry glanced around wildly, the others were all so happy, 'how could I have forgotten this when I read fathers diary. I knew at the time I should have done something about it but no I had to put it of and then forget about it. Sev was right when he said I never think.' He plastered a smile on his face, he had to at least try and look like he was not about to be sick.
"That's great Reme." He forced out. With the fake smile still on his face he went about getting ready for the day ahead. 'Why can nothing even be simple for me.' He groaned to himself 'first I am the boy who lived, then I find out I am gay, then I get transported back in time and fall in love with a man I thought I hated, and now the crème de la crème I am supposed to try and turn into a Animagus without any preparation.'
It had been almost three years since the Marauders had found out about Reme's 'condition' they had spent all that time trying to find a way to help. Surprisingly it was Peter that had come up with the solution. They could not be with their friend as humans but as animals they would have no problem. They had all stated to pay an inordinately large amount of attention in transfiguration. Professor Mcgonigal was what she referred to as an Animagus. They had been told about this in their first year but only now did they really take an interest in it. They had asked her innocently how you became an Animagus and of course she refused to tell them all she would say is that it was not taught on the Hogwarts syllabus and no books on the subject were available in the students Library. And that only the most skilled in transfiguration would succeed, not to mention the fact that needed to have passable potions skills. So being the Marauders they paid no attention to her warnings and set about trying to find any information they could on the subject. Mcgonigal was right there were not any books available to them that said anything beyond what an Animagus was. It was Jamie's idea to search the restricted section. They had crept into the library, under Jamie's invisibility cloak, every night for almost six months gathering information on the topic. Their transfiguration grades had shot up, yet Mcgonigal did not suspect a thing. She probably didn't want to believe her perfect little Grifindor's would do anything wrong. Eventually they found the instructions for the potion that they had to create and details of how to actually perform the transformation. The potion required a lot of ingredients some of which they had not even heard of. Together those ingredients could only do one thing, so they could not procure them all together or people would know what they were up to, so they ordered them over a log periods of time. Months had passed before they had everything they needed. The potion itself was quick but hard to make, only 48 hours was needed. But it took them infinitely longer than that before they got it right. Once the potion was ready they split it between them and downed it. The potions purpose was to make the body keep the magical imprint of the animal so that the transformation would be natural after the first time. As in that no wand would be needed.
Harry was eventually ready to go down for breakfast.
"Hey guys there is something I need to do, I'll meet you in the great hall in a couple of minutes." Harry told them.
"Sure Jamie. What you doing?" So asked.
"I am going to owl my grandmother, you know she is away at the moment." Si nodded understandable Jamie had a really strong bond with his grandmother. Si really did 'not' need to know that in reality he was going to owl his father's nemesis. Harry almost smirked 'No. That would be an over share'
Sev: I need your help. Can I meet you? Please. It is important.
Love Harry.
He had added love Harry without even thinking about it. It was automatic. Harry attached the letter to his Fathers owl's leg.
"Now to let the games begin" he whispered to himself.