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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Narcissa's Beau~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sunlight streamed in through the hangings of Sirius' four-poster bed. It lit up his handsome features, and gleamed off his lip and eyebrow ring. It shone gently upon his face, causing him to stir.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around the room he noticed that Peter was the only one still asleep.
"God, I hate the sun," he muttered groggily, shutting the curtains at the window.
He walked over to his bed, jumped back onto it, and closed his eyes. He had been thinking his task over all night, and tried to come up with ways of asking Remus if he could wrestle him - but it might seem too suspicious, and he wasn't allowed to discuss it with anyone but another Black.
There was a rattling noise behind him, and he was sure someone was pulling the curtains apart.
"No," he said, eyes still closed, lying on his stomach, "draw those curtains, it's too flaming sunny..."
"Well if you look outside, you'll see it's actually pouring it down," came a familiar voice from the window.
Sirius rolled onto his back and saw that it was Remus Lupin grinning over from the window, with a blatant downpour hailing outside.
"Moony!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out!" he said asininely.
Sirius sighed, and tried to get up off his bed, but got caught in the tangled bedclothes, causing him to roll off his bed with a loud thump.
"Whassamatter?" Peter's voice came from his bed in the corner.
Remus began laughing, and held out his hand to hoist Sirius up. Sirius took it tentatively and stood up.
"What's up?" Remus asked, looking at the stunned look on Sirius's face.
Sirius merely shook his head soundlessly.
"Well anyway," he continued, "You ready for Saturday night?"
"Sa-Saturday night?" Sirius stuttered.
Remus rolled his eyes and sighed, "You know, it's the full moon! The time of the month when I change into a man-eating beast from the daaarkest woods of Germany!"
He raised his arms in front of him like a zombie and began hobbling about the room.
Sirius just stared - The full moon, the only time he'd come into contact with a werewolf - it was his only chance.
"What's wrong with you?" Remus asked, lowering his hands, "One of the rare moments I act foolish and you don't applaud it?"
Sirius sat down on his bed and sighed.
"Remus?" he asked hesistantly.
"Yeah?" he looked at Sirius, with his head tilted sideways.
"Er....," Sirius swallowed - how stupid would it look to ask him if he could wrestle him as a werewolf?
Remus crossed his arms and for a few moments the only sounds that could be heard was the heavy rain outside and Peter's snores.
"Wh-Why aren't you in class?" Sirius asked, blinking nervously.
Remus frowned at him, "For someone who's still in their pyjamas in their dormitory, you're not one to ask."
Peter yawned from across the room and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Where is everyone?" he muttered.
"Herbology was cancelled," Remus answered, looking over to Peter, "the young new teacher, Professor Sprout, said we could have to morning off seeing as we were meant to be working outside today."
"Well how long have we got 'til Arithmancy?" Sirius asked, getting up and rummaging for his school robes.
"About forty five minutes," Remus replied, "How about we go to the Library and revise Partial Transfiguration? I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet - I either completely Transfigure an object or else, the wrong part and I want to perfect my technique before our NEWTs."
"They're not 'til next year!" Peter cried from his bed.
"I know, but one can never be too prepared," he said curtly.
Sirius had gotten changed, and packed up his books and quills for the day in his satchel. He also quickly stuffed the Marauder's Map in his pocket.
"You ready, then?" Remus asked him, with a short smile.
"Yeah, erm... I'm not going to go to the Library, I have to talk to Andie."
Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly, "Your cousin? You mean, this family business is still going on?"
Sirius didn't answer, but instead slung his bag over his shoulder and made for the door, but on placing his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly turned round to face Remus.
"Where's Prongs?" he asked, frowning and biting down on his lip ring.
"Oh well, he decided to spend the morning practising Quidditch, a waste of time if you ask ME. He could be studying for his NEWTs, but no, he insists on playing with broomsticks..."
Sirius didn't hear the rest of Remus' diatribe, because he'd already started striding down the steps to the Gryffindor Common Room.
There were only five other people in the Common Room - a jittery-looking First Year with bright blonde hair, who had his leg in a cast, sat by the fire and a small group of giggling Sixth Year girls.
One of the girls walked over to Sirius, a tall, skinny girl with dirty blonde hair.
"Hey, you're friends with that Potter aren't you?" she asked, with her dazzling smile.
Sirius frowned, and looked over to her friends, who began giggling as he did.
"Yes... why?"
"Well," she said in a more urgent whisper, and steering him into an unoccupied leather seat by the window, "Rumour has it that your James has a little crush on my Lily."
Sirius sighed, and suddenly got up, "Look I have more important things to be getting on with."
"Oh but wait!" she called, as he made for the portrait hole, "Talk to me later, meet me by the Pine Tree in the grounds near Hagrid's Hut. That is... if the rain clears up by then."
She giggled and smiled at Sirius, who rolled his eyes disinterestedly.
With a final wave and smile, she skipped over to her friends, and Sirius noticed that Lily was looking quite grave amongst her tittering friends.
Once Sirius was outside the Common Room, he got his enchanted map of Hogwarts back out and surveyed it for any sign of Andromeda. After a few minutes, he found that she was having a Transfiguration on the First Floor.
He stuffed the parchment back into his robes and ran all the way to her classroom, all the while thinking of a good alibi to get Andromeda out of her lesson.
Stopping outside the door, he bent down to catch his breath. He balled his hand into a fist and rapped it several times against the polished oak door.
Professor McGonagall opened the door and glowered down at him, looking distinctly ruffled.
"What is it, Mr Black?" she asked severely.
"I...uh... need to ask you about our NEWTs," he said with blatant apprehension in his voice.
Professor McGonagall's lip thinned, and she looked down at him with exasperation.
"Must you ask me, RIGHT now, Black?" she asked, and Sirius caught sight of a few Seventh Years trying to Transfigure handbags into alligators, with the handbags already in glass cages.
"Yes, we have to morning off and I wanted to show you some new Transfiguration I came across, and I'm not sure how to perform it correctly."
Sirius was not sure why he was using this alibi, he was sure this would not buy him the time he needed.
"Very well," she said, and moved aside to let him through.
Sirius walked to her desk, and saw Andromeda sat on the back row with her jumpy friend, Dominique, poking at the handbag, which had sprouted legs and was stumbling all around the tank. Neither of them looked up to acknowledge Sirius.
Professor McGonagall sat down at her desk, and conjured up a wooden stool for Sirius to sit on. A few Seventh Years looked up to see what was going on, though most of them were having enough of a job trying to keep their alligators from biting them.
"So tell me about this new topic you came across, Black," Professor McGonagall said, stiffly, staring at him like a hawk.
Think, think, think! Sirius thought to himself, what haven't we covered in class?
"Uh...," Sirius needed to come up with something quick, "Mid Point Switching Transifuration."
McGonagall stared back at him, through her half moon spectacles, "Black, that is very advanced magic, I daresay you won't even have to know too much about it, let alone perform it in your NEWTs next year."
Sirius' heart pounded, she was very sharp, why hadn't he picked up on that before?
"Um... yes Professor, but look," Sirius got his wand out and conjured up a small cactus in a plastic pot and a chrysanthemum in a clay pot.
Professor McGonagall looked to the plants, "Yes?"
Sirius looked at her momentarily, then waving his wand, muttered, "Mutare et Illic!"
The cactus and chrysanthemum disappeared from sight momentarily, then reappeared with the plastic pot where the clay had been and vice versa, except that they were both now large rosebushes, towering high above Professor McGonagall's desk.
The Professor's head was completely hidden because of the bushes, but Sirius was sure he'd get detention for performing such extravagant magic while she was trying to teach advanced Transfiguration to her Seventh Years.
"B-Black!" she stuttered, from behind the bush.
Sirius waved his wand yet again and with another wave, muttered, "Reverso Incantatem!"
And in a flash, the cactus and chrysanthemum went back to their original positions and sizes.
Sirius caught sight of Professor McGonagall's face - it looked too stunned to yell, so he just looked to the floor and mumbled, "Sorry, Professor."
"Sorry? SORRY?" McGonagall cried, causing the class to look over at her, "Dear boy, you just performed a perfect Mid Point Switching Transfiguration spell! Don't be sorry! Why, that'll be fifty points to Gryffindor, and make no mistake, I shall be telling Professor Dumbledore about this!"
She got up off her chair and, was literally bouncing on her heels. With a very rare smile, she shook Sirius' hand.
"That was... Amazing! Just spectacular!" she seemed to have forgotten that she was in the middle of an Advanced Transfiguration class, and instead put all her attention to Sirius, "Half the numbskulls I teach in the Seventh Year couldn't do such precise Transfiguration, Black! My, my, you and Potter never cease to amaze me with your intelligence, though your behaviour could be better."
Sirius got up off his stool, and made for the door.
"BLACK!" Professor McGonagall yelled, and Sirius caught Andromeda's eye briefly, "Where are you going? I want to see how much more you can do - there's interspecies Transfiguration and human Transfiguration!"
"I have twenty minutes left to my next lesson, Professor," Sirius replied calmly.
"What?" her smile faded, but she waved her hand impatiently, "Oh very well, go along, but remember, keep practising until your NEWTs! And don't forget we have a lesson this afternoon!"
Sirius made for the door, and noticed all eyes were on him now. Andromeda and Dominique were staring at him from the back, and Sirius casually pretended to smooth his hair back, with his finger pointing to the door.
Once he was outside the classroom, he walked a few paces away from the door and stood beside a suit of armour. Hopefully Andromeda had gotten the message, no matter how vague it was.
Sirius stood for what seemed like ten minutes, until he heard a door creak open, and was thoroughly pleased to see his cousin exiting the Transfiguration class.
She ran over to him, looking utterly bewildered, "What's up?"
He grabbed her arm and led her over to the end of the corridor, "We're going to catch you an Augurey."
Andromeda let out a disgruntled sigh, "What - NOW?"
"Yes, NOW," Sirius replied, "It's just rained, so we'll be able to hear them."
"Well couldn't we do this another time? I mean we've only got like ten minutes."
Sirius shook his head, frowning, "How often does it rain?"
Andromeda pushed her smooth black hair out of her face and let out a reluctant, "O-kay then."
"Great, come on," Sirius grinned and began sprinting across the corridor.
They ran down the marble staircase, and ran out the oak front doors. Sirius conjured a large umbrella and held it over the two.
"Um, I'm not sure there are Augureys in the Forbidden Forest, plus I'm sure it's prohibited to even go in there."
"Professor Belisma showed us some Augureys she found in the Forest" Sirius replied, the rain beating fiercely upon the umbrella, "and besides, have you ever met a student who hasn't entered the Forest?"
"Hmm, guess not," she said, tentatively, and they walked further into the grounds, splashing through cold puddles.
Sirius walked up to a group of densely placed pine trees and stood still.
"What now?" Andromeda asked.
"Shhhh!" Sirius held up a finger to his lip and whispered, "try to listen for the Augurey's mournful song."
They stood still, straining to listen for some sort of wailing or whining, but neither of them had actually heard an Augurey's song before, and it was practically useless, seeing as it was near impossible to hear any sounds over the heavy rain.
After a few minutes, Andromeda said in an exasperated tone, "This is useless! You expect us to be able to hear some depressed bird's singing over the pounding of the rain? And I'm supposed to be back in Transfiguration, I was only pardoned to go to the toilet for a few minutes!"
Sirius sighed - she was right, it WAS useless to hear anything in a downpour this heavy.
The two began walking back to the castle, and heard the bell signalling the next lesson. Sirius saw someone with a broomstick, looking very muddy and bedraggled plodding up to the castle too, and catching the jet black hair and skinny figure, realised who it was.
"PRONGS!" he yelled across the grounds.
James inclined his head towards Sirius' yell and ran over, though he couldn't see too well through his fogged up glasses.
"Padfoot is that you?" he asked, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes, "I just been doing a bit of practising, you know for next week's match against Hufflepuff?"
Andromeda smiled weakly, "Yeah, good luck, I better be going," and she sprinted across the grounds to the oaken front door, still carrying the umbrella, leaving Sirius soaking wet within a few minutes of exposure to the storm.
"What's up with her?" James asked, looking to the front doors, "Is she nervous about the coming Quidditch Match?"
Sirius laughed, and began walking towards the castle, "No, she's just made up an excuse to get out of class, and judging by the state of her robes, McGonagall won't be convinced that she just went to the toilet."
"Well, she could have said that Moaning Myrtle flooded the toilets in anguish," James laughed, "And anyway, what WERE you two doing near the Forest in this weather?"
Sirius looked to the ground, he didn't have to explain too much, but he needn't lie either.
"Catching Augureys," he said tersely.
James stared at him for a few seconds, and climbed up the stone steps to the Entrance Hall, "Why?"
"I...just wanted to show Andie what one looked like is all," Sirius replied.
James laughed, "Well you're not going to find one too easily while it's raining - remember, they only sing when rain is APPROACHING, not while it is raining."
Sirius sighed - of course, so that's why there was no mournful song in the Forest.
"Come on, we're late for Defence Against the Dark Arts," James said in a quieter voice, now that they were inside, "Professor Aquinas is expecting us to know about Vampire Slaying back to front this lesson."
Sirius merely nodded, remembering HIS task. Perhaps he didn't have to ask Remus if he could wrestle him as a werewolf - he could just wrestle him anyway.
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By lunchtime, all Sirius could think about was Saturday night, and how he could stage the fight. He barely touched his Shepherd's Pie, and failed to notice that Bellatrix had just performed the Ice Breath curse upon a small boy who was sat at the end of the Gryffindor Table.
The boy coughed momentarily, and then let out a blast of icy breath that froze the dish of Shepherd's Pie before him.
Bellatrix walked away laughing, and Peter kicked Sirius from under the table, taking him out of his reverie.
"Wasn't that your cousin who just cursed that little boy over there?" he asked Sirius, who was looking absolutely confounded.
"What?" he asked, frowning, "Who did she curse?"
Peter pointed down the table to a small, skinny boy with bright blonde hair, who was issuing occasional blasts of icy wind from his mouth. Sirius recognised the boy as the same one who had his leg in a cast earlier on in the Common Room.
Sirius suddenly stood up and strode over to where the boy sat. He sat down beside him and asked, "Who did this to you?"
The boy, turned his head towards Sirius, and as if he'd only just noticed that Sirius was there, his eyes widened and began whimpering.
"Did Bellatrix do this?" he asked angrily, "My cousin, the skinny one with black hair?"
"Sh-She's you cousin?" he asked, nervously, gradually shuffling away from Sirius.
"She did, didn't she!" Sirius got up and pointed his wand at the boy, who had a look of terror on his face.
"No, don't worry I'm going to perform the counter curse on you," Sirius said soothingly.
The boy froze, unsure as to whether he was telling the truth or not.
Sirius muttered "Fervefacio Incantatem!" and the boy coughed once more, but there was no icy blast of wind.
"Th-Thanks," the boy stuttered, not looking at Sirius.
Sirius sat back down next to the boy, "Why did she curse you?"
"Your cousin?" he asked, sighing, and sitting back up, "I don't know, it's as if she suddenly has something against me. She performed the Leg Locker curse on me earlier on, and just before Charms she put the Crooning Curse on me, so that everything I said was in song. I broke my leg with the Leg Locker, so I had to get it all bandaged up."
Sirius frowned, and looked over to the Slytherin Table where Bellatrix was deep in conversation with a boy with neat brown hair and very pallid skin.
"You mean this has happened before?" he asked the boy.
"Well...yeah," he said, looking up at Sirius, "I was having such fun at Hogwarts before she started on me, my Dad's a Maths Teacher and my Mum's a Counsellor, they were so glad when I got my letter from Hogwarts - my Mum didn't even think Witches and Wizards existed!"
"Whoa - wait a minute," Sirius cried, "You mean you're Muggle-Born?"
"Is that why she's after me?" he enquired gloomily, "I thought as much, my friend, Dave said that it was because people like her don't believe Half Blood or Muggle Born Wizards are good enough to learn magic."
"That's codswallop," Sirius spat angrily, "What's your name, kid?"
The boy looked up at Sirius with his innocent blue eyes and said, "Martyn Mitochondria."
"Well Martyn," Sirius said, getting to his feet, "If my dear cousin as much as lays a finger on you - come to me, and I'll sort her out."
The bell rang for the end of lunch, and Peter ran over to Sirius to go to Transfiguration with him.
Martyn smiled at Sirius and muttered, "Bye then," as Peter and he made their way to the First Floor.
"How come James wanted to go to the Library at lunch?" Peter asked Sirius.
Sirius laughed, "Well I told him about how I performed some rather complex Transfiguration, so I guess he's trying to catch up with me in coming up with a new way of impressing McGonagall."
They climbed the marble staircase and made their way to their classroom.
"TWENTY POINTS FROM RAVENCLAW!" came a familiar voice from across the corridor, "How many times? NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDORS!"
Sirius and Peter sniggered as Remus walked over to them looking very happy indeed.
"Oh it really is worth spending your lunchtime keeping others on the right side of the law!" he exclaimed, practically skipping.
Peter gave Sirius a disgusted look, making him snigger.
"What?" Remus asked, "What's so funny?"
Sirius' grin widened, and Peter ran ahead so that Remus wouldn't notice his fit of giggles.
"They're probably amused," James' voice came from behind, "at the fact that although you spend most of your time telling people off for minor rule- breaking, you fail to notice the biggest troublemakers in school - your friends."
Remus blushed, looking slightly abashed, "Yes... well."
James punched Remus jovially on his arm, and walked into Transfiguration with him and Sirius.
Peter was already sat down on a table behind Severus Snape. He had gotten over his giggling fit, and was now pulling faces at the back of Snape's head.
Sitting down next to Peter, James poked Snape in the back sharply with his wand.
"Oi, Snivellus," he taunted, "I think you'll be in for a ...SNAPPY surprise today."
He laughed and kicked the back of Snape's chair violently. Snape showed no sign of acknowledgement of as to what James had just said.
"Thick slimy git," James muttered, from right behind Snape, "You'll be running and screaming out of this lesson by the end, like the coward that you are."
Professor McGonagall walked in looked very dizzy and flustered, and had to lean against the edge of the table to steady herself.
"Today, class, we will be perfecting our Switching Spells," she swallowed hard and continued, "I need you all to do it flawlessly so that we can perform the Animal Transfiguration Spells the lesson after that."
She smoothed her black hair back into her tight bun, and began handing out 'Advanced Transfiguration Part One' out, as well as a small mouse for every group.
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The lesson had ended with everyone standing on their tables to escape the jaws of an enormous caiman snapping threateningly at the students' legs.
The foreign reptile's sudden appearance at Hogwarts was due to James Potter feeling the need to Transfigure Severus Snape's mouse into a caiman, just for a laugh.
However, no one was laughing when the caiman bit one of the legs of the table upon which little Lucy Lawrence was stood, causing it to fall to one side. Lucy fell off the table, onto her buttocks, and the caiman, catching sight of the nearby human, bit Lucy's left leg with sheer force and pressure, making Lucy let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed across the classroom and rang through the corridors. Her leg was bleeding profusely, and Professor McGonagall had passed out - she looked like she was under enough pressure at the start of the lesson anyway.
A tall girl called Alexa Bartlett, who had dreadlocks, attempted a freezing charm upon the caiman, which still had a firm grip on Lucy's leg, and although the caiman wasn't moving anymore, it was clamped firmly onto Lucy's leg.
At last, Lily Evans ran from the room and went to get help, returning several minutes later with Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey.
Flitwick pointed his wand at the caiman and made it disappear in a wisp of smoke, and Madam Pomfrey conjured up two wheelchairs, and with Lily accompanying her, took Professor McGonagall up to the Hospital Wing as well as Lucy.
Professor Flitwick was seething by the time the bell rang and his small voice, echoed dangerously off the walls.
"Who," he squeaked angrily, "Which godforsaken IDIOT, found the need to Transfigure a mouse into a FIERCE CAIMAN?"
There was silence, everyone just looked at one another. Then finally James raised his hand, with a sigh.
"Detention Potter!" he barked, "For a whole two weeks! And make no mistake, I shall be telling Professor Dumbledore about this!"
He turned on his heel and strode off out of the room.
Every head turned to James, and people began to get down from their desks. It didn't seem as if anyone was particularly angry at James, but more disappointed in him.
"Come on, mate," Sirius said, nudging him from beside him, "Let's get out of here."
When they were out in the corridor, someone walked straight into James, causing all his books and quills to fall over the floor.
"Watch where you're going next time, Gryffindor," came a drawling voice from behind them.
Sirius turned round and saw Lucius Malfoy, flanked by his pallid crony, Rodolphus Lestrange.
Lestrange looked to James and smiled, and Sirius noticed how perfect and white all his teeth were.
James was too angry to reply, and instead shoved Malfoy hard against the chest with both his hands, causing him to stagger backwards and fall into a crowd of Ravenclaw Second Years.
Lestrange got his wand out and pointed it at James, muttering, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
James' hands snapped to his sides, his legs bashed together, and he keeled over backwards with a thump.
Sirius immediately got his wand out and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!"
Lestrange fell backwards slightly, and his wand flew out of his hand. Peter caught it from behind Sirius.
"Why you..." Lestrange began, but Sirius ran forwards and punched him in the face, hitting his jaw and causing Lestrange to lurch slightly. Sirius aimed another punch at Lestrange's stomach, but this time, he was kicked in the shins as Lestrange fell in pain.
As Sirius raised his fist to hit Lestrange once more, his arms stopped mid swing, as someone held his arms from behind, and upon hearing the drawling voice once more, didn't need telling upon who it was.
"Hello, Black," he said silkily from behind, Sirius struggled but Malfoy had him in a tight grip.
And then, suddenly, Sirius felt utter and sheer pain, as Lestrange kneed him hard in the crotch. Sirius cried out in anguish and there was a general 'Ooooh!' from the crowd that had formed around the fight.
Sirius spluttered, as he felt his knees weakening and he fell to the floor.
"MR LESTRANGE!" A booming voice echoed across the corridor, and a hush fell upon the students who lined the hallway.
Professor Dumbledore walked down the corridor majestically, and offering a hand to Sirius, hoisted him up off the floor. He looked to Lestrange, then to Malfoy and finally to James, lying stiffly on the floor.
He pointed his wand and muttered the counter curse, so that James stirred from the floor upon which he lay sprawled.
"There will be no fighting in the corridors, or anywhere else in this school, Mr Lestrange," Dumbledore said in a calm yet dignified voice, "Mr Malfoy I know what happened - seventy points from Slytherin, and three weeks' detention. Mr Lestrange, you acted in such a disgusting manner, such as I have never seen yet of a student, I want you to go up to the entrance of my office and wait there."
Dumbledore turned to James and Sirius.
"And I shall have to take seventy points from Gryffindor for you two as well," he said, without the usual twinkle in his eyes, "And, Mr Black, unless you think you're alright, I'd like you to go to the Hospital Wing with Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy."
He faced the crowd and said, "That will be all, no one else has any reason to stay - I believe you have lessons to get to."
Sirius, with the help of Remus and James, made his way to the Hospital Wing, staggering slightly. As soon as they were out of the crowds, and the earshot of anyone, Sirius began to seethe with wrath.
"That...GIT!" he yelled, buckling slightly, "I hate him so much, that ruddy," Sirius called Lestrange something that caused Remus to tut disapprovingly.
They walked slowly up the steps which led to the corridor where the Hospital Wing was, but they were confronted by Narcissa, who stood with her arms crossed at the end of the corridor.
She walked over to the boys looking very disgruntled, and when she came right up to Sirius, she paused momentarily, and then slapped him hard across the face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU DOZY MARE?" Remus yelled at her.
"Shut up, weirdo," she said to him curtly, "Now listen here, Sirius, you dare touch my Lucius again, I'll rip your manhood out of its place from between your legs and stuff it down your throat. Not that it'll make any difference, mind - that Rodolphus seems to have done lasting damage on them."
With a final derisive smile and girlish wave, she headed off in the opposite direction.
"TEN POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!" Remus yelled after her.
When they had gotten to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey gave Sirius a Potion to ease the pain in his body.
"Where's that Malfoy?" Remus asked, looking round.
"Dunno," James replied, "And what did your cousin mean by HER Malfoy? They're not going out are they?"
Sirius heaved a sigh, she must have been, because that was her task to accomplish, and it seemed she had succeeded at that.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Narcissa's Beau~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sunlight streamed in through the hangings of Sirius' four-poster bed. It lit up his handsome features, and gleamed off his lip and eyebrow ring. It shone gently upon his face, causing him to stir.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around the room he noticed that Peter was the only one still asleep.
"God, I hate the sun," he muttered groggily, shutting the curtains at the window.
He walked over to his bed, jumped back onto it, and closed his eyes. He had been thinking his task over all night, and tried to come up with ways of asking Remus if he could wrestle him - but it might seem too suspicious, and he wasn't allowed to discuss it with anyone but another Black.
There was a rattling noise behind him, and he was sure someone was pulling the curtains apart.
"No," he said, eyes still closed, lying on his stomach, "draw those curtains, it's too flaming sunny..."
"Well if you look outside, you'll see it's actually pouring it down," came a familiar voice from the window.
Sirius rolled onto his back and saw that it was Remus Lupin grinning over from the window, with a blatant downpour hailing outside.
"Moony!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out!" he said asininely.
Sirius sighed, and tried to get up off his bed, but got caught in the tangled bedclothes, causing him to roll off his bed with a loud thump.
"Whassamatter?" Peter's voice came from his bed in the corner.
Remus began laughing, and held out his hand to hoist Sirius up. Sirius took it tentatively and stood up.
"What's up?" Remus asked, looking at the stunned look on Sirius's face.
Sirius merely shook his head soundlessly.
"Well anyway," he continued, "You ready for Saturday night?"
"Sa-Saturday night?" Sirius stuttered.
Remus rolled his eyes and sighed, "You know, it's the full moon! The time of the month when I change into a man-eating beast from the daaarkest woods of Germany!"
He raised his arms in front of him like a zombie and began hobbling about the room.
Sirius just stared - The full moon, the only time he'd come into contact with a werewolf - it was his only chance.
"What's wrong with you?" Remus asked, lowering his hands, "One of the rare moments I act foolish and you don't applaud it?"
Sirius sat down on his bed and sighed.
"Remus?" he asked hesistantly.
"Yeah?" he looked at Sirius, with his head tilted sideways.
"Er....," Sirius swallowed - how stupid would it look to ask him if he could wrestle him as a werewolf?
Remus crossed his arms and for a few moments the only sounds that could be heard was the heavy rain outside and Peter's snores.
"Wh-Why aren't you in class?" Sirius asked, blinking nervously.
Remus frowned at him, "For someone who's still in their pyjamas in their dormitory, you're not one to ask."
Peter yawned from across the room and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Where is everyone?" he muttered.
"Herbology was cancelled," Remus answered, looking over to Peter, "the young new teacher, Professor Sprout, said we could have to morning off seeing as we were meant to be working outside today."
"Well how long have we got 'til Arithmancy?" Sirius asked, getting up and rummaging for his school robes.
"About forty five minutes," Remus replied, "How about we go to the Library and revise Partial Transfiguration? I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet - I either completely Transfigure an object or else, the wrong part and I want to perfect my technique before our NEWTs."
"They're not 'til next year!" Peter cried from his bed.
"I know, but one can never be too prepared," he said curtly.
Sirius had gotten changed, and packed up his books and quills for the day in his satchel. He also quickly stuffed the Marauder's Map in his pocket.
"You ready, then?" Remus asked him, with a short smile.
"Yeah, erm... I'm not going to go to the Library, I have to talk to Andie."
Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly, "Your cousin? You mean, this family business is still going on?"
Sirius didn't answer, but instead slung his bag over his shoulder and made for the door, but on placing his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly turned round to face Remus.
"Where's Prongs?" he asked, frowning and biting down on his lip ring.
"Oh well, he decided to spend the morning practising Quidditch, a waste of time if you ask ME. He could be studying for his NEWTs, but no, he insists on playing with broomsticks..."
Sirius didn't hear the rest of Remus' diatribe, because he'd already started striding down the steps to the Gryffindor Common Room.
There were only five other people in the Common Room - a jittery-looking First Year with bright blonde hair, who had his leg in a cast, sat by the fire and a small group of giggling Sixth Year girls.
One of the girls walked over to Sirius, a tall, skinny girl with dirty blonde hair.
"Hey, you're friends with that Potter aren't you?" she asked, with her dazzling smile.
Sirius frowned, and looked over to her friends, who began giggling as he did.
"Yes... why?"
"Well," she said in a more urgent whisper, and steering him into an unoccupied leather seat by the window, "Rumour has it that your James has a little crush on my Lily."
Sirius sighed, and suddenly got up, "Look I have more important things to be getting on with."
"Oh but wait!" she called, as he made for the portrait hole, "Talk to me later, meet me by the Pine Tree in the grounds near Hagrid's Hut. That is... if the rain clears up by then."
She giggled and smiled at Sirius, who rolled his eyes disinterestedly.
With a final wave and smile, she skipped over to her friends, and Sirius noticed that Lily was looking quite grave amongst her tittering friends.
Once Sirius was outside the Common Room, he got his enchanted map of Hogwarts back out and surveyed it for any sign of Andromeda. After a few minutes, he found that she was having a Transfiguration on the First Floor.
He stuffed the parchment back into his robes and ran all the way to her classroom, all the while thinking of a good alibi to get Andromeda out of her lesson.
Stopping outside the door, he bent down to catch his breath. He balled his hand into a fist and rapped it several times against the polished oak door.
Professor McGonagall opened the door and glowered down at him, looking distinctly ruffled.
"What is it, Mr Black?" she asked severely.
"I...uh... need to ask you about our NEWTs," he said with blatant apprehension in his voice.
Professor McGonagall's lip thinned, and she looked down at him with exasperation.
"Must you ask me, RIGHT now, Black?" she asked, and Sirius caught sight of a few Seventh Years trying to Transfigure handbags into alligators, with the handbags already in glass cages.
"Yes, we have to morning off and I wanted to show you some new Transfiguration I came across, and I'm not sure how to perform it correctly."
Sirius was not sure why he was using this alibi, he was sure this would not buy him the time he needed.
"Very well," she said, and moved aside to let him through.
Sirius walked to her desk, and saw Andromeda sat on the back row with her jumpy friend, Dominique, poking at the handbag, which had sprouted legs and was stumbling all around the tank. Neither of them looked up to acknowledge Sirius.
Professor McGonagall sat down at her desk, and conjured up a wooden stool for Sirius to sit on. A few Seventh Years looked up to see what was going on, though most of them were having enough of a job trying to keep their alligators from biting them.
"So tell me about this new topic you came across, Black," Professor McGonagall said, stiffly, staring at him like a hawk.
Think, think, think! Sirius thought to himself, what haven't we covered in class?
"Uh...," Sirius needed to come up with something quick, "Mid Point Switching Transifuration."
McGonagall stared back at him, through her half moon spectacles, "Black, that is very advanced magic, I daresay you won't even have to know too much about it, let alone perform it in your NEWTs next year."
Sirius' heart pounded, she was very sharp, why hadn't he picked up on that before?
"Um... yes Professor, but look," Sirius got his wand out and conjured up a small cactus in a plastic pot and a chrysanthemum in a clay pot.
Professor McGonagall looked to the plants, "Yes?"
Sirius looked at her momentarily, then waving his wand, muttered, "Mutare et Illic!"
The cactus and chrysanthemum disappeared from sight momentarily, then reappeared with the plastic pot where the clay had been and vice versa, except that they were both now large rosebushes, towering high above Professor McGonagall's desk.
The Professor's head was completely hidden because of the bushes, but Sirius was sure he'd get detention for performing such extravagant magic while she was trying to teach advanced Transfiguration to her Seventh Years.
"B-Black!" she stuttered, from behind the bush.
Sirius waved his wand yet again and with another wave, muttered, "Reverso Incantatem!"
And in a flash, the cactus and chrysanthemum went back to their original positions and sizes.
Sirius caught sight of Professor McGonagall's face - it looked too stunned to yell, so he just looked to the floor and mumbled, "Sorry, Professor."
"Sorry? SORRY?" McGonagall cried, causing the class to look over at her, "Dear boy, you just performed a perfect Mid Point Switching Transfiguration spell! Don't be sorry! Why, that'll be fifty points to Gryffindor, and make no mistake, I shall be telling Professor Dumbledore about this!"
She got up off her chair and, was literally bouncing on her heels. With a very rare smile, she shook Sirius' hand.
"That was... Amazing! Just spectacular!" she seemed to have forgotten that she was in the middle of an Advanced Transfiguration class, and instead put all her attention to Sirius, "Half the numbskulls I teach in the Seventh Year couldn't do such precise Transfiguration, Black! My, my, you and Potter never cease to amaze me with your intelligence, though your behaviour could be better."
Sirius got up off his stool, and made for the door.
"BLACK!" Professor McGonagall yelled, and Sirius caught Andromeda's eye briefly, "Where are you going? I want to see how much more you can do - there's interspecies Transfiguration and human Transfiguration!"
"I have twenty minutes left to my next lesson, Professor," Sirius replied calmly.
"What?" her smile faded, but she waved her hand impatiently, "Oh very well, go along, but remember, keep practising until your NEWTs! And don't forget we have a lesson this afternoon!"
Sirius made for the door, and noticed all eyes were on him now. Andromeda and Dominique were staring at him from the back, and Sirius casually pretended to smooth his hair back, with his finger pointing to the door.
Once he was outside the classroom, he walked a few paces away from the door and stood beside a suit of armour. Hopefully Andromeda had gotten the message, no matter how vague it was.
Sirius stood for what seemed like ten minutes, until he heard a door creak open, and was thoroughly pleased to see his cousin exiting the Transfiguration class.
She ran over to him, looking utterly bewildered, "What's up?"
He grabbed her arm and led her over to the end of the corridor, "We're going to catch you an Augurey."
Andromeda let out a disgruntled sigh, "What - NOW?"
"Yes, NOW," Sirius replied, "It's just rained, so we'll be able to hear them."
"Well couldn't we do this another time? I mean we've only got like ten minutes."
Sirius shook his head, frowning, "How often does it rain?"
Andromeda pushed her smooth black hair out of her face and let out a reluctant, "O-kay then."
"Great, come on," Sirius grinned and began sprinting across the corridor.
They ran down the marble staircase, and ran out the oak front doors. Sirius conjured a large umbrella and held it over the two.
"Um, I'm not sure there are Augureys in the Forbidden Forest, plus I'm sure it's prohibited to even go in there."
"Professor Belisma showed us some Augureys she found in the Forest" Sirius replied, the rain beating fiercely upon the umbrella, "and besides, have you ever met a student who hasn't entered the Forest?"
"Hmm, guess not," she said, tentatively, and they walked further into the grounds, splashing through cold puddles.
Sirius walked up to a group of densely placed pine trees and stood still.
"What now?" Andromeda asked.
"Shhhh!" Sirius held up a finger to his lip and whispered, "try to listen for the Augurey's mournful song."
They stood still, straining to listen for some sort of wailing or whining, but neither of them had actually heard an Augurey's song before, and it was practically useless, seeing as it was near impossible to hear any sounds over the heavy rain.
After a few minutes, Andromeda said in an exasperated tone, "This is useless! You expect us to be able to hear some depressed bird's singing over the pounding of the rain? And I'm supposed to be back in Transfiguration, I was only pardoned to go to the toilet for a few minutes!"
Sirius sighed - she was right, it WAS useless to hear anything in a downpour this heavy.
The two began walking back to the castle, and heard the bell signalling the next lesson. Sirius saw someone with a broomstick, looking very muddy and bedraggled plodding up to the castle too, and catching the jet black hair and skinny figure, realised who it was.
"PRONGS!" he yelled across the grounds.
James inclined his head towards Sirius' yell and ran over, though he couldn't see too well through his fogged up glasses.
"Padfoot is that you?" he asked, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes, "I just been doing a bit of practising, you know for next week's match against Hufflepuff?"
Andromeda smiled weakly, "Yeah, good luck, I better be going," and she sprinted across the grounds to the oaken front door, still carrying the umbrella, leaving Sirius soaking wet within a few minutes of exposure to the storm.
"What's up with her?" James asked, looking to the front doors, "Is she nervous about the coming Quidditch Match?"
Sirius laughed, and began walking towards the castle, "No, she's just made up an excuse to get out of class, and judging by the state of her robes, McGonagall won't be convinced that she just went to the toilet."
"Well, she could have said that Moaning Myrtle flooded the toilets in anguish," James laughed, "And anyway, what WERE you two doing near the Forest in this weather?"
Sirius looked to the ground, he didn't have to explain too much, but he needn't lie either.
"Catching Augureys," he said tersely.
James stared at him for a few seconds, and climbed up the stone steps to the Entrance Hall, "Why?"
"I...just wanted to show Andie what one looked like is all," Sirius replied.
James laughed, "Well you're not going to find one too easily while it's raining - remember, they only sing when rain is APPROACHING, not while it is raining."
Sirius sighed - of course, so that's why there was no mournful song in the Forest.
"Come on, we're late for Defence Against the Dark Arts," James said in a quieter voice, now that they were inside, "Professor Aquinas is expecting us to know about Vampire Slaying back to front this lesson."
Sirius merely nodded, remembering HIS task. Perhaps he didn't have to ask Remus if he could wrestle him as a werewolf - he could just wrestle him anyway.
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By lunchtime, all Sirius could think about was Saturday night, and how he could stage the fight. He barely touched his Shepherd's Pie, and failed to notice that Bellatrix had just performed the Ice Breath curse upon a small boy who was sat at the end of the Gryffindor Table.
The boy coughed momentarily, and then let out a blast of icy breath that froze the dish of Shepherd's Pie before him.
Bellatrix walked away laughing, and Peter kicked Sirius from under the table, taking him out of his reverie.
"Wasn't that your cousin who just cursed that little boy over there?" he asked Sirius, who was looking absolutely confounded.
"What?" he asked, frowning, "Who did she curse?"
Peter pointed down the table to a small, skinny boy with bright blonde hair, who was issuing occasional blasts of icy wind from his mouth. Sirius recognised the boy as the same one who had his leg in a cast earlier on in the Common Room.
Sirius suddenly stood up and strode over to where the boy sat. He sat down beside him and asked, "Who did this to you?"
The boy, turned his head towards Sirius, and as if he'd only just noticed that Sirius was there, his eyes widened and began whimpering.
"Did Bellatrix do this?" he asked angrily, "My cousin, the skinny one with black hair?"
"Sh-She's you cousin?" he asked, nervously, gradually shuffling away from Sirius.
"She did, didn't she!" Sirius got up and pointed his wand at the boy, who had a look of terror on his face.
"No, don't worry I'm going to perform the counter curse on you," Sirius said soothingly.
The boy froze, unsure as to whether he was telling the truth or not.
Sirius muttered "Fervefacio Incantatem!" and the boy coughed once more, but there was no icy blast of wind.
"Th-Thanks," the boy stuttered, not looking at Sirius.
Sirius sat back down next to the boy, "Why did she curse you?"
"Your cousin?" he asked, sighing, and sitting back up, "I don't know, it's as if she suddenly has something against me. She performed the Leg Locker curse on me earlier on, and just before Charms she put the Crooning Curse on me, so that everything I said was in song. I broke my leg with the Leg Locker, so I had to get it all bandaged up."
Sirius frowned, and looked over to the Slytherin Table where Bellatrix was deep in conversation with a boy with neat brown hair and very pallid skin.
"You mean this has happened before?" he asked the boy.
"Well...yeah," he said, looking up at Sirius, "I was having such fun at Hogwarts before she started on me, my Dad's a Maths Teacher and my Mum's a Counsellor, they were so glad when I got my letter from Hogwarts - my Mum didn't even think Witches and Wizards existed!"
"Whoa - wait a minute," Sirius cried, "You mean you're Muggle-Born?"
"Is that why she's after me?" he enquired gloomily, "I thought as much, my friend, Dave said that it was because people like her don't believe Half Blood or Muggle Born Wizards are good enough to learn magic."
"That's codswallop," Sirius spat angrily, "What's your name, kid?"
The boy looked up at Sirius with his innocent blue eyes and said, "Martyn Mitochondria."
"Well Martyn," Sirius said, getting to his feet, "If my dear cousin as much as lays a finger on you - come to me, and I'll sort her out."
The bell rang for the end of lunch, and Peter ran over to Sirius to go to Transfiguration with him.
Martyn smiled at Sirius and muttered, "Bye then," as Peter and he made their way to the First Floor.
"How come James wanted to go to the Library at lunch?" Peter asked Sirius.
Sirius laughed, "Well I told him about how I performed some rather complex Transfiguration, so I guess he's trying to catch up with me in coming up with a new way of impressing McGonagall."
They climbed the marble staircase and made their way to their classroom.
"TWENTY POINTS FROM RAVENCLAW!" came a familiar voice from across the corridor, "How many times? NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDORS!"
Sirius and Peter sniggered as Remus walked over to them looking very happy indeed.
"Oh it really is worth spending your lunchtime keeping others on the right side of the law!" he exclaimed, practically skipping.
Peter gave Sirius a disgusted look, making him snigger.
"What?" Remus asked, "What's so funny?"
Sirius' grin widened, and Peter ran ahead so that Remus wouldn't notice his fit of giggles.
"They're probably amused," James' voice came from behind, "at the fact that although you spend most of your time telling people off for minor rule- breaking, you fail to notice the biggest troublemakers in school - your friends."
Remus blushed, looking slightly abashed, "Yes... well."
James punched Remus jovially on his arm, and walked into Transfiguration with him and Sirius.
Peter was already sat down on a table behind Severus Snape. He had gotten over his giggling fit, and was now pulling faces at the back of Snape's head.
Sitting down next to Peter, James poked Snape in the back sharply with his wand.
"Oi, Snivellus," he taunted, "I think you'll be in for a ...SNAPPY surprise today."
He laughed and kicked the back of Snape's chair violently. Snape showed no sign of acknowledgement of as to what James had just said.
"Thick slimy git," James muttered, from right behind Snape, "You'll be running and screaming out of this lesson by the end, like the coward that you are."
Professor McGonagall walked in looked very dizzy and flustered, and had to lean against the edge of the table to steady herself.
"Today, class, we will be perfecting our Switching Spells," she swallowed hard and continued, "I need you all to do it flawlessly so that we can perform the Animal Transfiguration Spells the lesson after that."
She smoothed her black hair back into her tight bun, and began handing out 'Advanced Transfiguration Part One' out, as well as a small mouse for every group.
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The lesson had ended with everyone standing on their tables to escape the jaws of an enormous caiman snapping threateningly at the students' legs.
The foreign reptile's sudden appearance at Hogwarts was due to James Potter feeling the need to Transfigure Severus Snape's mouse into a caiman, just for a laugh.
However, no one was laughing when the caiman bit one of the legs of the table upon which little Lucy Lawrence was stood, causing it to fall to one side. Lucy fell off the table, onto her buttocks, and the caiman, catching sight of the nearby human, bit Lucy's left leg with sheer force and pressure, making Lucy let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed across the classroom and rang through the corridors. Her leg was bleeding profusely, and Professor McGonagall had passed out - she looked like she was under enough pressure at the start of the lesson anyway.
A tall girl called Alexa Bartlett, who had dreadlocks, attempted a freezing charm upon the caiman, which still had a firm grip on Lucy's leg, and although the caiman wasn't moving anymore, it was clamped firmly onto Lucy's leg.
At last, Lily Evans ran from the room and went to get help, returning several minutes later with Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey.
Flitwick pointed his wand at the caiman and made it disappear in a wisp of smoke, and Madam Pomfrey conjured up two wheelchairs, and with Lily accompanying her, took Professor McGonagall up to the Hospital Wing as well as Lucy.
Professor Flitwick was seething by the time the bell rang and his small voice, echoed dangerously off the walls.
"Who," he squeaked angrily, "Which godforsaken IDIOT, found the need to Transfigure a mouse into a FIERCE CAIMAN?"
There was silence, everyone just looked at one another. Then finally James raised his hand, with a sigh.
"Detention Potter!" he barked, "For a whole two weeks! And make no mistake, I shall be telling Professor Dumbledore about this!"
He turned on his heel and strode off out of the room.
Every head turned to James, and people began to get down from their desks. It didn't seem as if anyone was particularly angry at James, but more disappointed in him.
"Come on, mate," Sirius said, nudging him from beside him, "Let's get out of here."
When they were out in the corridor, someone walked straight into James, causing all his books and quills to fall over the floor.
"Watch where you're going next time, Gryffindor," came a drawling voice from behind them.
Sirius turned round and saw Lucius Malfoy, flanked by his pallid crony, Rodolphus Lestrange.
Lestrange looked to James and smiled, and Sirius noticed how perfect and white all his teeth were.
James was too angry to reply, and instead shoved Malfoy hard against the chest with both his hands, causing him to stagger backwards and fall into a crowd of Ravenclaw Second Years.
Lestrange got his wand out and pointed it at James, muttering, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
James' hands snapped to his sides, his legs bashed together, and he keeled over backwards with a thump.
Sirius immediately got his wand out and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!"
Lestrange fell backwards slightly, and his wand flew out of his hand. Peter caught it from behind Sirius.
"Why you..." Lestrange began, but Sirius ran forwards and punched him in the face, hitting his jaw and causing Lestrange to lurch slightly. Sirius aimed another punch at Lestrange's stomach, but this time, he was kicked in the shins as Lestrange fell in pain.
As Sirius raised his fist to hit Lestrange once more, his arms stopped mid swing, as someone held his arms from behind, and upon hearing the drawling voice once more, didn't need telling upon who it was.
"Hello, Black," he said silkily from behind, Sirius struggled but Malfoy had him in a tight grip.
And then, suddenly, Sirius felt utter and sheer pain, as Lestrange kneed him hard in the crotch. Sirius cried out in anguish and there was a general 'Ooooh!' from the crowd that had formed around the fight.
Sirius spluttered, as he felt his knees weakening and he fell to the floor.
"MR LESTRANGE!" A booming voice echoed across the corridor, and a hush fell upon the students who lined the hallway.
Professor Dumbledore walked down the corridor majestically, and offering a hand to Sirius, hoisted him up off the floor. He looked to Lestrange, then to Malfoy and finally to James, lying stiffly on the floor.
He pointed his wand and muttered the counter curse, so that James stirred from the floor upon which he lay sprawled.
"There will be no fighting in the corridors, or anywhere else in this school, Mr Lestrange," Dumbledore said in a calm yet dignified voice, "Mr Malfoy I know what happened - seventy points from Slytherin, and three weeks' detention. Mr Lestrange, you acted in such a disgusting manner, such as I have never seen yet of a student, I want you to go up to the entrance of my office and wait there."
Dumbledore turned to James and Sirius.
"And I shall have to take seventy points from Gryffindor for you two as well," he said, without the usual twinkle in his eyes, "And, Mr Black, unless you think you're alright, I'd like you to go to the Hospital Wing with Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy."
He faced the crowd and said, "That will be all, no one else has any reason to stay - I believe you have lessons to get to."
Sirius, with the help of Remus and James, made his way to the Hospital Wing, staggering slightly. As soon as they were out of the crowds, and the earshot of anyone, Sirius began to seethe with wrath.
"That...GIT!" he yelled, buckling slightly, "I hate him so much, that ruddy," Sirius called Lestrange something that caused Remus to tut disapprovingly.
They walked slowly up the steps which led to the corridor where the Hospital Wing was, but they were confronted by Narcissa, who stood with her arms crossed at the end of the corridor.
She walked over to the boys looking very disgruntled, and when she came right up to Sirius, she paused momentarily, and then slapped him hard across the face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU DOZY MARE?" Remus yelled at her.
"Shut up, weirdo," she said to him curtly, "Now listen here, Sirius, you dare touch my Lucius again, I'll rip your manhood out of its place from between your legs and stuff it down your throat. Not that it'll make any difference, mind - that Rodolphus seems to have done lasting damage on them."
With a final derisive smile and girlish wave, she headed off in the opposite direction.
"TEN POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!" Remus yelled after her.
When they had gotten to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey gave Sirius a Potion to ease the pain in his body.
"Where's that Malfoy?" Remus asked, looking round.
"Dunno," James replied, "And what did your cousin mean by HER Malfoy? They're not going out are they?"
Sirius heaved a sigh, she must have been, because that was her task to accomplish, and it seemed she had succeeded at that.
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