Here's your chappie! I know it's kinda short, but I'll give your two chapters today!
... a little replay of what happened last chapter.
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"He's a Slytherin though." Peter said, raising his eyebrows. Everyone just waited for him to say something. "Snape."
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"Snape?!" James burst.
"Yeah. His parents own an Apothecary shop. He has a ton of potion stuff." Peter said. "We can ask for some."
"There's no way that we're asking that Slytherin for help." Sirius said, his lips tight.
"But Sirius, James needs it." Remus said. Sirius seemed to be deep in thought. And finally muttered,
"Fine."
James leaned against a dry wall. 'I guess this could work.' He thought.
"Okay. I'll ask for him tomorrow morning." James said.
"All right." Peter said, walking out.
"Oh no you don't Peter." Sirius said. Peter stopped in his tracks and turned around. "You're helping us clean up."
Peter groaned and everyone laughed. It took about an hour to get the muck off the ceilings and washing the sheets and hanging them to dry. Luckily, the floor was wooden so it could be mopped.
James looked at the Marauder's Map, looking for the dot labeled, 'Severus Snape.'
"Ah ha!" he whispered. Snape was walking from the prefect bathroom and walking down a long corridor. James made no one was with him and ran to catch up with him.
"Snape!" He yelled. The greasy boy turned around.
"Potter." Snape spat, narrowing his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Look. I need your help." James felt like that was hardest thing to say in his whole life.
"Oh really. Little genius Evans couldn't help you?" Snape said.
James kept his mouth shut before he could start yelling at Snape. "I need some shredded skin of boomslang."
"That will cost you Potter." Snape said, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
"Name it." James said, regretting this more and more.
"30 galleons." He said. "30 or nothing."
James knew better not to argue. He nodded. "I need only about half a cup. Bring it here, I'll get the money."
"Not so fast. Tell me what you need it for." Snape said.
"None of your business." James said. 'Why did I even think this was going to work…' He thought.
"Tell me or I won't get you any." Snape said, his nose high in the air.
"It's for a potion." James said simply.
"Any dumb ass can figure that out." He retorted. "What potion."
"Polyjuice." James lied. It was better to make a Polyjuice potion and break the school rule than for Snape to find out they were animagus.
"Interesting." Snape said. "I'll bring it here in 5 minutes." He left, his black cloak billowing behind him.
James raced back to the common room and grabbed the money.
"How much did he ask for?" Sirius said.
"30." James said.
"Only 30? I thought he would ask for like 40!" Sirius said.
"30 galleons." James said.
"What? Shit! That's a hell lot of money right there." Sirius shouted. "You know I can get rich by doing that too." He said, cocking his head.
James walked fast to the long corridor. Snape was already there.
"What took you so long? I said five minutes, not ten." Snape growled.
"The boomslang skin?" James said, ignoring his comment. He handed him the money and received the jar containing shredded boomslang skin. He left before Snape could say a word.
"Did you get it?" Remus asked excitedly in the common room. James nodded and they left for the Shrieking Shack to finish the potion. They added the boomslang skin and the potion turned pure white, how it was supposed to be. Everyone cheered. James took out a spoon he had brought and gulped the potion down.
"Tastes like…" James paused trying to get a better taste. "Sour milk." He crinkled his nose. They laughed at his frowning face. James could feel the constant pain in his shoulder dissolving away already and finally disappeared.
The next day, James was sitting in his Muggle Studies class went a third year girl came in their class.
"Professor Garhart?" She said timidly. Professor Garhart lifted her head to see through her glasses, which were used for her reading. "The Headmaster wishes to see James Potter please."
"All right. Mr. Potter, don't wander around after." She responded, going back to her reading.
James walked awkwardly behind the brown haired girl, wondering why Professor Dumbledore wanted to see him. He walked through the door into his office. He was sitting behind his desk. In front of him were two chair, one occupied by Snape. James furrowed his eyebrows and sat down. Professor Dumbledore went straight to business.
"James. Severus here tells me that you were making the Polyjuice Potion." He said grimly.
"What? I…" James realized that he told Snape that he was making the Polyjuice Potion. "Shit." He muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Potter?" Professor Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Nothing, sir." James said, still thinking of a way to crawl out of this. He could see Snape smirking out of the corner of his eyes. He growled silently. If he denied that he was making the Polyjuice Potion, he would have to tell him what potion he had been making. There was no practical potion made with the shredded skin of bloomslang.
"Well? Is it true Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore said after the silence.
"Um… Yes sir." James lied. 'At least it's better than him finding out that I'm an unregistered animagus.'
"Well. Tell me, why would you want a Polyjuice Potion?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"I wanted to play a trick on Sirius. I thought it would be funny if I was him and he saw me." James lied again. 'That doesn't sound like a bad idea…' James thought.
His eyes met Professor Dumbledore's piercing blue ones. The headmaster was gazing at him intently, narrowing his eyes. Snape broke the silence.
"The punishment sir?" He said mildly, not bothering to wipe the smile off his face.
"Oh yes. James, as the Polyjuice Potion is a strictly forbidden potion to make in this school, that's 50 points off Gryffindor and a week of detention." He said gravely.
James swore in his head. 'I hate Snape. I hate Snape. That fucking asshole. He told on me! I hate him. I hate him. I pay him 30 galleons and this is what he does for me! I could tell on him, about the boomslang skin… No, I won't sink to his level.'
"Both of you are dismissed." Professor Dumbledore said mildly, going back to his thick book.
James wanted to beat the crap out of Snape. But this was enough trouble for one day. He walked quickly back to his classroom. He swore he could hear Snape's scornful laugh behind his back.
When he told his friends, they were furious, especially Lily.
"And you just took it?" Lily asked, fuming.
"What else could I do?" James said, trying to reason with Lily.
"I hate that Snape. That stupid git. I can't believe it! You paid him 30 galleons! You shouldn't have bargained with him in the first place James." Lily said.
"It's not a big deal Lily. It's only a week of detention and 50 points. I can make that 50 points up by one Quidditch game. Plus, you sound like my grandmother." James said, sitting down. Since he didn't have a mother, he lived with his grandmother and his dad.
"What is it with you James? Is it your goal to get the most detentions in Hogwarts history?" Lily said, sitting on the couch.
James merely smiled.
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I just thought this would be a good place to leave off. Today chapters in one day... I better get twice the reviews!
... a little replay of what happened last chapter.
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"He's a Slytherin though." Peter said, raising his eyebrows. Everyone just waited for him to say something. "Snape."
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"Snape?!" James burst.
"Yeah. His parents own an Apothecary shop. He has a ton of potion stuff." Peter said. "We can ask for some."
"There's no way that we're asking that Slytherin for help." Sirius said, his lips tight.
"But Sirius, James needs it." Remus said. Sirius seemed to be deep in thought. And finally muttered,
"Fine."
James leaned against a dry wall. 'I guess this could work.' He thought.
"Okay. I'll ask for him tomorrow morning." James said.
"All right." Peter said, walking out.
"Oh no you don't Peter." Sirius said. Peter stopped in his tracks and turned around. "You're helping us clean up."
Peter groaned and everyone laughed. It took about an hour to get the muck off the ceilings and washing the sheets and hanging them to dry. Luckily, the floor was wooden so it could be mopped.
James looked at the Marauder's Map, looking for the dot labeled, 'Severus Snape.'
"Ah ha!" he whispered. Snape was walking from the prefect bathroom and walking down a long corridor. James made no one was with him and ran to catch up with him.
"Snape!" He yelled. The greasy boy turned around.
"Potter." Snape spat, narrowing his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Look. I need your help." James felt like that was hardest thing to say in his whole life.
"Oh really. Little genius Evans couldn't help you?" Snape said.
James kept his mouth shut before he could start yelling at Snape. "I need some shredded skin of boomslang."
"That will cost you Potter." Snape said, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
"Name it." James said, regretting this more and more.
"30 galleons." He said. "30 or nothing."
James knew better not to argue. He nodded. "I need only about half a cup. Bring it here, I'll get the money."
"Not so fast. Tell me what you need it for." Snape said.
"None of your business." James said. 'Why did I even think this was going to work…' He thought.
"Tell me or I won't get you any." Snape said, his nose high in the air.
"It's for a potion." James said simply.
"Any dumb ass can figure that out." He retorted. "What potion."
"Polyjuice." James lied. It was better to make a Polyjuice potion and break the school rule than for Snape to find out they were animagus.
"Interesting." Snape said. "I'll bring it here in 5 minutes." He left, his black cloak billowing behind him.
James raced back to the common room and grabbed the money.
"How much did he ask for?" Sirius said.
"30." James said.
"Only 30? I thought he would ask for like 40!" Sirius said.
"30 galleons." James said.
"What? Shit! That's a hell lot of money right there." Sirius shouted. "You know I can get rich by doing that too." He said, cocking his head.
James walked fast to the long corridor. Snape was already there.
"What took you so long? I said five minutes, not ten." Snape growled.
"The boomslang skin?" James said, ignoring his comment. He handed him the money and received the jar containing shredded boomslang skin. He left before Snape could say a word.
"Did you get it?" Remus asked excitedly in the common room. James nodded and they left for the Shrieking Shack to finish the potion. They added the boomslang skin and the potion turned pure white, how it was supposed to be. Everyone cheered. James took out a spoon he had brought and gulped the potion down.
"Tastes like…" James paused trying to get a better taste. "Sour milk." He crinkled his nose. They laughed at his frowning face. James could feel the constant pain in his shoulder dissolving away already and finally disappeared.
The next day, James was sitting in his Muggle Studies class went a third year girl came in their class.
"Professor Garhart?" She said timidly. Professor Garhart lifted her head to see through her glasses, which were used for her reading. "The Headmaster wishes to see James Potter please."
"All right. Mr. Potter, don't wander around after." She responded, going back to her reading.
James walked awkwardly behind the brown haired girl, wondering why Professor Dumbledore wanted to see him. He walked through the door into his office. He was sitting behind his desk. In front of him were two chair, one occupied by Snape. James furrowed his eyebrows and sat down. Professor Dumbledore went straight to business.
"James. Severus here tells me that you were making the Polyjuice Potion." He said grimly.
"What? I…" James realized that he told Snape that he was making the Polyjuice Potion. "Shit." He muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Potter?" Professor Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Nothing, sir." James said, still thinking of a way to crawl out of this. He could see Snape smirking out of the corner of his eyes. He growled silently. If he denied that he was making the Polyjuice Potion, he would have to tell him what potion he had been making. There was no practical potion made with the shredded skin of bloomslang.
"Well? Is it true Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore said after the silence.
"Um… Yes sir." James lied. 'At least it's better than him finding out that I'm an unregistered animagus.'
"Well. Tell me, why would you want a Polyjuice Potion?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"I wanted to play a trick on Sirius. I thought it would be funny if I was him and he saw me." James lied again. 'That doesn't sound like a bad idea…' James thought.
His eyes met Professor Dumbledore's piercing blue ones. The headmaster was gazing at him intently, narrowing his eyes. Snape broke the silence.
"The punishment sir?" He said mildly, not bothering to wipe the smile off his face.
"Oh yes. James, as the Polyjuice Potion is a strictly forbidden potion to make in this school, that's 50 points off Gryffindor and a week of detention." He said gravely.
James swore in his head. 'I hate Snape. I hate Snape. That fucking asshole. He told on me! I hate him. I hate him. I pay him 30 galleons and this is what he does for me! I could tell on him, about the boomslang skin… No, I won't sink to his level.'
"Both of you are dismissed." Professor Dumbledore said mildly, going back to his thick book.
James wanted to beat the crap out of Snape. But this was enough trouble for one day. He walked quickly back to his classroom. He swore he could hear Snape's scornful laugh behind his back.
When he told his friends, they were furious, especially Lily.
"And you just took it?" Lily asked, fuming.
"What else could I do?" James said, trying to reason with Lily.
"I hate that Snape. That stupid git. I can't believe it! You paid him 30 galleons! You shouldn't have bargained with him in the first place James." Lily said.
"It's not a big deal Lily. It's only a week of detention and 50 points. I can make that 50 points up by one Quidditch game. Plus, you sound like my grandmother." James said, sitting down. Since he didn't have a mother, he lived with his grandmother and his dad.
"What is it with you James? Is it your goal to get the most detentions in Hogwarts history?" Lily said, sitting on the couch.
James merely smiled.
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I just thought this would be a good place to leave off. Today chapters in one day... I better get twice the reviews!
