Snape's Worst Memory Continued

Lily raced back to her side of the lake, tears welling in her eyes. She kicked off her shoes angrily and soaked her feet in the cool lake, trying to seclude herself from the rest of the girls without making it obvious to four of her onlookers from the opposite banks.

"Lily! What's wrong?" Another fifth year noticed the tears dripping down her face.

Lily managed to smile. "Oh nothing, just them." She waved her hand towards the cackling boys. The girl looked at her concerned.

"What did they do?" Her eyes grew big with pity.

Lily sighed. "Nothing, it wasn't really them. Just that git Potter. And Snape, too. They've got some nerve those two!" She picked up a rock and skipped it along the lake's surface, until she realized that one of the Marauders was doing the same.

"Gits are they? I always thought that you and Potter fancied each other." The girl said more to herself then to Lily

Lily's eyes grew round with shock. "Ew! I would never in a million years even think of even talking to that baboon unless I had to!" She kicked the water with anger. "Look at them. See how he waves like he is some big shot?" She turned to see the crowds of girls were happily acknowledging a waving Sirius Black.

She rolled her eyes. "Never mind, then." Suddenly a heart stopping "Oy!" echoed through the small valley and she saw all of the boys start to rollover laughing.

"Lily?" A worried voice asked behind her. She turned to see a greasy haired Snape standing before her.

"Oh, hello, Snivellus." She answered rather coldly. This caused Snape to blush. It was almost scary to see his pale face flush red, like he was diseased. "Change your pants yet?" She immediately broke eye contact with him and gathered her things.

"Oh. Well I just wanted to–"

Lily groaned. "I don't care. Besides, what would you want with a mudblood like me?" It was a very rhetorical question on her part, but Severus answered.

"To apologize?" He brushed his hair back. Lily snapped her head back to make contact with him; her almond shaped eyes just narrow slits.

"What?" She asked, but her attention was soon turned towards a screaming McGonagall.

"YOU BOYS HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!"

Lily laughed. "Look at those gits. They think they can get away with anything but—" A rather pleased looking James blew Lily a kiss. It seemed as though he was oblivious to the screaming woman in front of him. Her jaw dropped in shock.

"So," Snape continued. "Since I have apologized I was wondering if you'd like to go out to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?" He tried to get her attention back.

Filled with anger and outrage that Potter would even dare blow her a kiss, revenge was the only thing on her mind. "Okay, Saturday at Hogsmeade." She agreed rather emptily. "See you."

"Well, then I will be seeing you." A proud Snape could only smirk evilly at the now rather embarrassed Potter.

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"Mister Pettigrew!" A perturbed Minerva McGonagall took the plump boy by the ear while motioning for the other boys to follow her.

"You can see the steam, mate." Sirius whispered to Remus, who could only nod in acknowledgement.

"Well, fine then. You don't have to laugh."

James ruffled his hair. "Don't worry, I laughed. Besides—It wasn't very funny."

Once they reached a place near to the Forbidden Forest, quite close to Hagrid's hut, McGonagall stopped, causing the small trail of people following her to bump into each other.

"Is it true, Peter Pettigrew, that you are an animagus?" Her amber eyes burned through Peter with malice only Peter could feel.

Remus Lupin felt a lurch in his stomach. A mixed feeling of guilt and regret filled him to the brim. He quickly looked at James, who he saw was very pale. He could only imagine his own face.

Peter looked around nervously. "W-what? W-w-well I—What?" His pudgy fingers were twittering neurotically at his side.

"Professor," Sirius interrupted. Remus eyed him quickly, and noticed his hands were deep in his robes.

"What is it Mister Black?" She asked, growing impatient very quickly.

Sirius gave Lupin a reassuring look. "Oh, it's nothing. Never mind."

McGonagall's currently unwrinkled skin started to grow red. "Mister Black, you have interrupted me in the middle of doing something very important, now what did you want to tell me?"

James piped in. "I think, Professor, what he was trying to say was really just—"

"OBLIVIATE!" With her back turned, Sirius had the opportunity to charm his transfiguration teacher.

"What? Why are you boys following me?" She asked rather frazzled. He emerald robes were ruffled a bit.

"You wanted to see us about our OWLs, Professor." Lupin answered.

The confused woman chewed on her lip for a considerably long time before deciding what to say. "Well, gentle…" She paused. "Well, boys, I have forgotten what I was going to say about your OWLs. You're dismissed, but I do think that you, Mister Lupin, should go see Madame Pomfry. You look like you washed your face with white paint. And you too Mister Po—Why! All of you! There must be something going around." She straightened her hat.

"So we'll be going then?" James asked, really informing her.

"Yes, yes. I'll see you in the common room." She waved them off, and they proceeded to run for the towering school.

When they reached the Gryffindor Common Room, they were free to talk. Mostly because it was late and the majority of Fifth Years were in the dorms sleeping. That and the Marauders took up a lot of space, which kind of deterred other students away from them.

"That was brilliant." Sirius exclaimed dumping himself and his belongings in a huge scarlet chair with gold lining.

Remus sat himself down, too. "I have never felt more sick in my life."

Peter looked at him warily. "What about that time of the month, don't you feel sick then?" Lupin shot him a nasty look.

"You git!" James laughed while throwing a textbook at him. "Don't you know he's sensitive about that?" He tried in ill attempt to make it into a joke.

"Well, if he weren't here, none of this would've happened. We never would have charmed—"

"Wormtail!" Sirius growled.

"Sorry." He said as he hung his head.

"It's okay, Peter, we're all friends here." Lupin said consolingly. Sirius kicked his feet up on an old oddment and leaned back in the chair.

"Someone is rather proud of himself…." James said glancing at Sirius.

He only smiled back. "I swear I got a bloody 'O' on my charms OWLs."

"Speaking of OWLs—" Lupin started. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"REMUS I TOLD YOU TO AT LEAST PRETEND!"

"Can you be quiet down there? Some of us our trying to study peacefully in our dorms!" Someone shouted and they all heard a creaky door slam from the girls' dormitories.

"Those gits…" Sirius stated, before opening a textbook himself. Lupin, rather surprised looked at the title and understood: Quidditch Through the Ages.