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LILY: *sneaking cautiously to her computer, in her nickgown, fuzzy slippers and a fuzzy blanket around her shoulders.* I'm sick, with some kind of problems with my throat, so I really shouldn't be doing this now. But I love you all so much. And I had the greatest idea for a Marauder prank!
LILY: *looking cautiously around* And I have to be careful of my mate. He's flip if he knew I wasn't sleeping right now since I'm sick. So I have to keep it down.
LILY: *lowering her voice to a whisper* I guess I'd better start the disclaimer, I don't own the characters of Harry Potter. I still own my clones, my own mate Mirai Trunks *points to her mate who just sweatdrops but doesn't say anything*, Mystic Gohan, Gambit from X-men Evolution, Neil from the Final Fantasy Movie, Kou Leifoh from the Bouncer for the PS2 game, and my newest clone, Inuyasha, my Demi-Demon Doggie! *gives Inuyasha Clone a bonecushing hug* They're all mine, except for Gohan, he's my best friend's mate. So now on with the story.
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OUT OF THE ASHES
Chapter 10
A week later, Harry and Ron sat in the common room chatting about the upcoming match against the Slytherins as they waited for Hermione so the three of them could head down for breakfast. It had been week since Harry's first quidditch practice and Ron making the new Gryffindor Keeper.
When it had come time for the team to vote for it's new Captain, The two main choices had naturally been Harry and Angelina. Fred, George and Ron of course had voted for Harry, while Angelina had voted for Alicia, and Alicia, Katie and Harry had voted for Angelina. Harry hadn't voted for himself because it didn't feel right to him. In fact, he actually would have prefered if he hadn't been voted for at all.
He loved the game of Quidditch, the thrill it gave him as he raced after the snitch as fast as his broom would fly, the feel of the wind beating against his robes and whipping them out behind him. He absolutely loved everything about the game, even the late night practices, but knew he didn't want to be made Captain.
He would be honored of course, but he felt he would never be able to tell the others how to fly, and how to play, especially when he himself had only first heard about the magnificent sport five years earlier and had no knowledge of it before then.
So when it had come down to a vote for either Harry or Angelina, he'd stepped aside, and told the team he'd prefer for her to take the position. He explained briefly about why, and that he thought she'd make a better captain, before Angelina smiled at him and thanked him. Within minutes, the team was practicing again, with Ron doing an excellent job once more as the new Keeper.
A week had passed, and nine practices later, the team was still getting ready for the first match of the season.
"You'll do fine Ron. Don't worry about it. Practice is a lot harder than the actual game." Harry said with a smile.
"I don't know Harry. It'll be my first time playing against those slimy gits. And you *know* how *they* play to begin with! I'm not going to stand a chance!" Ron said.
"Would you relax? You've done a fantastic job so far. That's why you made the team, remember. Besides, you'll be fine. With Fred and George as the Beaters, you know we'll give them ten times whatever they throw at us!" Harry said as Ron nodded.
"You're right, Harry. But what about you? This is it you know? You're father is going to be watching." Ron said as Harry shook his head.
"It's nothing. They were watching during the practice last week remember? When I was chasing that snitch, I completely pushed the thought from my mind. I was nervous before, yeah. But once I got after that Snitch, it wasn't important anymore. It's the way it always is for me, you know?" Harry said.
"You probably get that from him, you know. From what Professor Lupin's told me, your father and godfather dominated the field." Ron said with a laugh.
"Quidditch again? Is that all you boys *ever* talk about? I swear! First it was Wizard's Chess for Ron, and Quidditch for Harry, and now it's even worse!" Hermione said, walking down the stairs at the two looked up at her.
"About time. We were starting to get worried. We were five minutes away from sending help." Ron said with a laugh.
"Oh, come on already! We're going to be late for breakfast!" Hermione said, heading towards the door as Harry and Ron followed behind her, still chatting back and forth about the upcoming match.
"What in the name of Merlin?" Ron asked as he, Harry, and Hermione all looked around the Great Hall in surprise. There were already a few students in the Hall, which was mostly deserted and those that were there were laughing hysterically and clutching their sides while others laughed and pointed towards the ceiling.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she blushed slightly.
"The Marauders." Harry said with a laugh.
Several pairs of boxers were floating a few feet above the Slytherins' table. Most were either a dark green or black, while a few were a deep, crimson. They ranged from having silver, red, or green snakes on them, to being completely covered in silver skulls. A few had red or green initials written on one of the shorts legs. Harry had to bit back a laugh as he looked over at the teachers' table. One lone pair of black boxers with silver S's written all over them, and green snakes wound around each letter, floated above the teacher's table waiting patiently for its owner.
"Look." Harry said, pointing to the table as Ron burst out into laughter beside him.
"Oh my." Hermione muttered, blushing again.
"This is too rich! We've got to get great seats so we can see the look on those slimy git's faces when they walk in!" Ron cried as he and the other two headed over to the Gryffindor's table.
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron laughed again as Sirius, James, and Remus came into the room, smiling broadly, and bowing as Ron and Harry looked over at them and laughed again.
"Not bad, not bad. Though I don't think I want to know *how* you too managed to get ahold of those. I see why you wanted me to detain Snape now, though." Remus said with a chuckle as James and Sirius shuttered.
"No, you really *don't* want to know, Moony. I think I may be scarred for life too. Thank God the doom was deserted too. The things those gits wear! It's enough to give a guy nightmares!" Sirius said with a chuckle.
"I still think we should have turned them into the Gryffindor colors and put little snitches all over them, Padfoot. Especially the old Snake's pair!" James said with a laugh.
A few moments later, the rest of Ravenclaw, Huddlepuff and Gryffindor came into the room, and started laughing as they took their seats. Fred and George laughed the loudest, and had a hard time making their way to their seats as they clutched their sides, and howled in laughter.
The moment the Slytherins and Snape walked in, the entire Great Hall gew silent as the occupants of Slytherin house stared in shock and stunned silence at the boxers floating aroud the room came zooming over to hover above their owner's head, just out of reach. A split second later, the entire Hall burst into laughter as the Slytherins tried to reach over their heads for their respective boxers, which became even more hilarious when the enchanted undergarments kept floating higher out of reach each time they were lunged for.
Snape turned several different shades of scarlet, green, purple, blue, violet, and then a deep red as he stomped towards the teachers' table where the Marauders were smiling innocently at him, trying valiently not to laugh as the boxers above his head followed him.
"POTTER! BLACK! YOU DAMNED PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR WIZARDS! FIX IT AND FIX IT NOW!" Snape cried furiously.
"Naaahhhhhh. Don't wanna." Sirius said with a smug smirk as he leaned backwards him his chair.
"Yeah. It's very decorative." James added with a grin.
"DECORATIVE? DECORATIVE?! I-YOU-FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape shouted.
"You can't take points from the house just because you can't take a joke, Snape." James said.
"WATCH ME POTTER!" Snape cried.
"ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN FOR BEING UGLY GITS AND ANOTHER HUNDRED FOR HAVING AN EVEN UGLIER GIT FOR THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE!" Sirius cried.
"What in the name of Merlin?" McGonagall asked as she walked into the Hall, before looking up at the teachers table and scowling.
"What is going on here? Who is responsible for-nevermind, I have a pretty good idea who it responsible for this.....this *mess!*" McGonagall said, waving her hand toward the ceiling.
"Professor Potter, Professor Black, and Professor Lupin. You three are to report to the Headmasters' office immediately. I was on my way to tell you that he wanted to see you anyway, but this.....this......you be sure to tell him about this Professor Lupin! As for you two......my word, how ever did you pull this off?" McGongall asked, as she completely broke down and started laughing herself, James and Sirius smirking at the fuming Snape.
"Minerva! You can't possibly-" Snape began.
"Snape, you must take it up with the Headmaster. But it'll have to wait until this afternoon. You three better go now. You don't have classes until this afternoon anyhow." McGonagall said, calming down. She looked up at the ceiling, chuckling again and she waved her wand and the pairs of boxers disappeared with a 'pop'
The Marauders exchanged a grin with Harry and the other Gryffindors before disappearing out of the Hall.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron cried as Harry and Ron started laughing softly again.
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LILY: *sneaking cautiously to her computer, in her nickgown, fuzzy slippers and a fuzzy blanket around her shoulders.* I'm sick, with some kind of problems with my throat, so I really shouldn't be doing this now. But I love you all so much. And I had the greatest idea for a Marauder prank!
LILY: *looking cautiously around* And I have to be careful of my mate. He's flip if he knew I wasn't sleeping right now since I'm sick. So I have to keep it down.
LILY: *lowering her voice to a whisper* I guess I'd better start the disclaimer, I don't own the characters of Harry Potter. I still own my clones, my own mate Mirai Trunks *points to her mate who just sweatdrops but doesn't say anything*, Mystic Gohan, Gambit from X-men Evolution, Neil from the Final Fantasy Movie, Kou Leifoh from the Bouncer for the PS2 game, and my newest clone, Inuyasha, my Demi-Demon Doggie! *gives Inuyasha Clone a bonecushing hug* They're all mine, except for Gohan, he's my best friend's mate. So now on with the story.
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OUT OF THE ASHES
Chapter 10
A week later, Harry and Ron sat in the common room chatting about the upcoming match against the Slytherins as they waited for Hermione so the three of them could head down for breakfast. It had been week since Harry's first quidditch practice and Ron making the new Gryffindor Keeper.
When it had come time for the team to vote for it's new Captain, The two main choices had naturally been Harry and Angelina. Fred, George and Ron of course had voted for Harry, while Angelina had voted for Alicia, and Alicia, Katie and Harry had voted for Angelina. Harry hadn't voted for himself because it didn't feel right to him. In fact, he actually would have prefered if he hadn't been voted for at all.
He loved the game of Quidditch, the thrill it gave him as he raced after the snitch as fast as his broom would fly, the feel of the wind beating against his robes and whipping them out behind him. He absolutely loved everything about the game, even the late night practices, but knew he didn't want to be made Captain.
He would be honored of course, but he felt he would never be able to tell the others how to fly, and how to play, especially when he himself had only first heard about the magnificent sport five years earlier and had no knowledge of it before then.
So when it had come down to a vote for either Harry or Angelina, he'd stepped aside, and told the team he'd prefer for her to take the position. He explained briefly about why, and that he thought she'd make a better captain, before Angelina smiled at him and thanked him. Within minutes, the team was practicing again, with Ron doing an excellent job once more as the new Keeper.
A week had passed, and nine practices later, the team was still getting ready for the first match of the season.
"You'll do fine Ron. Don't worry about it. Practice is a lot harder than the actual game." Harry said with a smile.
"I don't know Harry. It'll be my first time playing against those slimy gits. And you *know* how *they* play to begin with! I'm not going to stand a chance!" Ron said.
"Would you relax? You've done a fantastic job so far. That's why you made the team, remember. Besides, you'll be fine. With Fred and George as the Beaters, you know we'll give them ten times whatever they throw at us!" Harry said as Ron nodded.
"You're right, Harry. But what about you? This is it you know? You're father is going to be watching." Ron said as Harry shook his head.
"It's nothing. They were watching during the practice last week remember? When I was chasing that snitch, I completely pushed the thought from my mind. I was nervous before, yeah. But once I got after that Snitch, it wasn't important anymore. It's the way it always is for me, you know?" Harry said.
"You probably get that from him, you know. From what Professor Lupin's told me, your father and godfather dominated the field." Ron said with a laugh.
"Quidditch again? Is that all you boys *ever* talk about? I swear! First it was Wizard's Chess for Ron, and Quidditch for Harry, and now it's even worse!" Hermione said, walking down the stairs at the two looked up at her.
"About time. We were starting to get worried. We were five minutes away from sending help." Ron said with a laugh.
"Oh, come on already! We're going to be late for breakfast!" Hermione said, heading towards the door as Harry and Ron followed behind her, still chatting back and forth about the upcoming match.
"What in the name of Merlin?" Ron asked as he, Harry, and Hermione all looked around the Great Hall in surprise. There were already a few students in the Hall, which was mostly deserted and those that were there were laughing hysterically and clutching their sides while others laughed and pointed towards the ceiling.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she blushed slightly.
"The Marauders." Harry said with a laugh.
Several pairs of boxers were floating a few feet above the Slytherins' table. Most were either a dark green or black, while a few were a deep, crimson. They ranged from having silver, red, or green snakes on them, to being completely covered in silver skulls. A few had red or green initials written on one of the shorts legs. Harry had to bit back a laugh as he looked over at the teachers' table. One lone pair of black boxers with silver S's written all over them, and green snakes wound around each letter, floated above the teacher's table waiting patiently for its owner.
"Look." Harry said, pointing to the table as Ron burst out into laughter beside him.
"Oh my." Hermione muttered, blushing again.
"This is too rich! We've got to get great seats so we can see the look on those slimy git's faces when they walk in!" Ron cried as he and the other two headed over to the Gryffindor's table.
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron laughed again as Sirius, James, and Remus came into the room, smiling broadly, and bowing as Ron and Harry looked over at them and laughed again.
"Not bad, not bad. Though I don't think I want to know *how* you too managed to get ahold of those. I see why you wanted me to detain Snape now, though." Remus said with a chuckle as James and Sirius shuttered.
"No, you really *don't* want to know, Moony. I think I may be scarred for life too. Thank God the doom was deserted too. The things those gits wear! It's enough to give a guy nightmares!" Sirius said with a chuckle.
"I still think we should have turned them into the Gryffindor colors and put little snitches all over them, Padfoot. Especially the old Snake's pair!" James said with a laugh.
A few moments later, the rest of Ravenclaw, Huddlepuff and Gryffindor came into the room, and started laughing as they took their seats. Fred and George laughed the loudest, and had a hard time making their way to their seats as they clutched their sides, and howled in laughter.
The moment the Slytherins and Snape walked in, the entire Great Hall gew silent as the occupants of Slytherin house stared in shock and stunned silence at the boxers floating aroud the room came zooming over to hover above their owner's head, just out of reach. A split second later, the entire Hall burst into laughter as the Slytherins tried to reach over their heads for their respective boxers, which became even more hilarious when the enchanted undergarments kept floating higher out of reach each time they were lunged for.
Snape turned several different shades of scarlet, green, purple, blue, violet, and then a deep red as he stomped towards the teachers' table where the Marauders were smiling innocently at him, trying valiently not to laugh as the boxers above his head followed him.
"POTTER! BLACK! YOU DAMNED PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR WIZARDS! FIX IT AND FIX IT NOW!" Snape cried furiously.
"Naaahhhhhh. Don't wanna." Sirius said with a smug smirk as he leaned backwards him his chair.
"Yeah. It's very decorative." James added with a grin.
"DECORATIVE? DECORATIVE?! I-YOU-FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape shouted.
"You can't take points from the house just because you can't take a joke, Snape." James said.
"WATCH ME POTTER!" Snape cried.
"ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN FOR BEING UGLY GITS AND ANOTHER HUNDRED FOR HAVING AN EVEN UGLIER GIT FOR THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE!" Sirius cried.
"What in the name of Merlin?" McGonagall asked as she walked into the Hall, before looking up at the teachers table and scowling.
"What is going on here? Who is responsible for-nevermind, I have a pretty good idea who it responsible for this.....this *mess!*" McGonagall said, waving her hand toward the ceiling.
"Professor Potter, Professor Black, and Professor Lupin. You three are to report to the Headmasters' office immediately. I was on my way to tell you that he wanted to see you anyway, but this.....this......you be sure to tell him about this Professor Lupin! As for you two......my word, how ever did you pull this off?" McGongall asked, as she completely broke down and started laughing herself, James and Sirius smirking at the fuming Snape.
"Minerva! You can't possibly-" Snape began.
"Snape, you must take it up with the Headmaster. But it'll have to wait until this afternoon. You three better go now. You don't have classes until this afternoon anyhow." McGonagall said, calming down. She looked up at the ceiling, chuckling again and she waved her wand and the pairs of boxers disappeared with a 'pop'
The Marauders exchanged a grin with Harry and the other Gryffindors before disappearing out of the Hall.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron cried as Harry and Ron started laughing softly again.
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