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P/N: (princesses note) Hey people! Thanks for the reviews! Yup all 4 of them!
F/N: Just to clarify, this story takes place in "the gang's" fifth year, as of now. : D
*****
"Time's up! Please put your quills on your desk."
James sighed heavily and put down his quill. While he felt that Transfiguration was his strongest subject, that exam couldn't have gone any worse. He supposed that Lily had something to do with it. Yeah, that was the problem.
He looked over at the source of his problems and smiled. She didn't look so good either. Serves her right, the little chit. His gaze went around to the other students. One of the girls looked like she was minus a few strands of hair, and one of the boys looked beet red with a rash on his face . . . Finally, his gaze landed on the other Marauders.
Sirius looked unconcerned about how poorly he might have done on the exam. Which was probably very badly. Peter looked as if he was just in a fight with a vicious teddy bear. . . And lost. Remus looked a little shaken, but confident in his work. As James was looking over at his friends, Sirius looked over at him and gave him a small shrug.
Everyone looked relieved as they left the classroom because this was the end of the O.W.L.S. All except James. Professor McGonagall had cornered him after the exam and told him his first detention would be held that evening at 7:00 in the potions room.
James sighed, his day had been a really awful one. He just wanted to be alone for awhile, sort out his thoughts. So he ignored his friends as they called him over, pretending that he couldn't hear them.
James felt he didn't want to go to the Great Hall for dinner, so he headed for the almost empty Gryffindor Tower.
(F/N: Sorry this took so long! ^^; Princess moved ALL the way to Michigan, leaving me in Missouri. My mom's a traitor. She sold their house! -.-' Oh well! Important thing is: We're writing again! It will still take us awhile to write these (cause we're gonna haffa do this over email), but we'll be good little authors! =P)
He stomped over to an armchair by the fireplace. He sat down and sighed, rubbing his temples. After a few minutes, he dozed off. When he woke up, it was to an extremely loud sound of a door banging.
Sitting upright, his head swiveled to the source of the noise. Lily had burst into the Common Room, clutching something in her hand. She threw herself onto an armchair in a corner and started to cry heavily. Something James had never seen her do.
Apparently Lily wasn't aware that there was another person in the room, because occasionally she would half-shout out something incomprehensible.
Unsure of what to do, James just sat there and stared. He was in shock and afraid to make any noise, because of what she might do to him if she knew he was there listening to her.
Sniffing and wiping a tear out of her eye, Lily got up and threw down the parchment she had been holding. Running straight past James without noticing him there, she flew up the stairs to her dormitory.
James blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't imagining anything and that his sanity was intact. He crossed the room and picked up the parchment. What he read gave him a complete shock.
"Lily Evans,
We here at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are sorry to inform you that your parents have passed away. When they were brought to us, we found that the burns that killed them were caused magically, preventing us from curing your parents. The persons responsible are unknown.
Deepest Regrets,
Marrea Nelson"
James looked up from the paper and glanced over at the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitories. All his anger was forgotten in his confusion. His feelings for Lily went beyond loathing, but he found himself greatly pitying her and feeling indescribably sorry for her.
It was awhile before James realized that it was 6:55 and he had five minutes to race down the hallways to get to the dungeons. Pocketing the note, he tore down the Common Room and out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Still running, he almost crashed into some first years. Apologizing while still racing, he continued down all the flights of stairs. Exactly five minutes and 7 seconds later, he was outside Orez's office.
As he entered, James saw the Professor sitting at his desk scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. The light of a candle made the bald patch on his head shine brightly. Without looking up from writing, the Professor stated, "You are late."
James looked at his watch and frowned. "Eight seconds, big deal." He mumbled. Setting down the quill loudly, Orez frowned at James.
"For your detention, I need you to categorize all the items in my storage cupboard." James sighed and started to move towards his working space, plotting a way to make this as simple as possible.
"Alphabetically."
"Shit," James thought. There went HIS plans. Grumbling, he looked around for some parchment and a quill. He saw none.
Perhaps Orez was reading his mind, for he smiled nastily. "Looking for something?"
James resisted the temptation to send a withering glance his way and nodded. "I need a piece of parchment and a quill, Sir."
Orez's grin broadened. "Why use a quill and parchment when you have your mind?"
James contemplated this for a moment. When he thought he understood, searing white rage filled him. "No way. You mean to tell me. . ."
Orez looked at him. "Yes, Potter. I will need you to memorize everything in there."
(P/N: MWAHAHA! F/N: Aren't we sooooooo evil??? O=) ::Cackles::)
James glared at the Professor and mumbled random extreme profanities.
*****
James worked for several hours. Actually, it'd be more accurate to say he was thinking about all the injustices and how he'd like to lock his hands around the Professor's throat and SQUEEZE.
As he trudged back into the Common Room, he looked at it's watch. He looked at it in disbelief. He had been working for 3 hours in the dungeons. Glancing around the Common Room, he saw a couple students hanging around doing work at the last minute.
In a corner was a group of gossipy fifth years. Among them, James noticed Evans' friends, Evelyn and Regie. As he passed by, he heard them saying that "something was REALLY bugging Lily" and they were trying to come up with what it was.
As he heard some of the totally inaccurate suspicions---some of which were QUITE insulting to Lily---James wanted to tell them the truth. But as he subconsciously grabbed the note in his pocket, he figured that if Lily wanted them to know, she'd tell them.
So he trudged downstairs to his dormitory. Inside were the other Marauders. James found that he didn't really want to talk to them, so he snuck back up the stairs to try and find somewhere to think.
*****
"Can you believe James has a month's detention with that slime ball?" Peter (P/N: I just want to say that if it were my way, that bastard would not be alive in my story. Alas, Fizby is protesting furiously that it'd ruin the plot. And since she's the typist. . . I don't get a lot of say in that. T- T) demanded.
Remus looked around the room. "So where is Prongs, anyway? He should be done with his detention by now. . . Even counting how evil Orez is. . ."
Sirius glanced around the room too. He probably imagined it, but he thought he saw the door open. Looking into the hallway, he saw a mess of untidy hair. Knowing it was James, he waited for him to enter the room. But when the door closed, James was on the wrong side of it. Frowning and wondering what was wrong, Sirius decided to just let it be.
*****
James walked along the almost abandoned corridors. He wished he had his cloak, but that'd mean he'd have to go into the dormitory. And that was NOT going to happen. So taking care not to run into anybody unpleasant, he just let his feet carry him away from Gryffindor Tower.
When he looked up from the floor awhile later, he came face to face with a portrait that he had never seen before. It was a huge depiction of a wrinkled old lady with startling green eyes and a formidable-looking cane.
Backing away from the picture, he turned around. James had never been in this part of the castle, and he was not sure how to get back.
All of a sudden, he felt a sudden blast of cold wind knock him in the chest. Sending him backwards into the portrait of the old witch. Instead of hitting the wall like he expected, he came crashing through the portrait onto a hard stone floor.
He blacked out.
*****
Fizby: Oooooh. What's gonna happen next? The suspension's KILLING ME! ::Falls over in hysterical laughter::
Princess: I know and YOU don't HA!!!
Fizby: Share the weal--- ::Is tackled from behind::
Three Voices in Unison: HA! You thought you could escape from us, DIDN'TYA?
Fizby: O.O NO! NOT YOU AGAIN! GO AWAY!!!!
Gasp: Nu-uh, kiddo! You're stuck with us!
Kirby: It's in the contract!
Tael: Yeah, we're your muses, so we're obligated to bug ya!
Fizby: Why ME? What have I done to deserve this??? T.T
Princess: Well, for one thing. . .
Fizby: Shut up! When I want your opinion, I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU!
Kirby: Tsk tsk.
Gasp: Tut, tut. SOMEONE has a temper. Maybe they should write more to let some anger out? ::Cracks a whip menacingly, eyeing Princess and Fizby hungrily::
Fizby: Eep! I know that look! RUN, PRINCESS! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE! ::Flees::
Gasp: ::Cracks the whip again, eyes on Princess:: WHO'S NEXT?
Princess: ::Faints::
Gasp: Tael! Kirby! Keep a watch on Princess! I'll go after Fizby! ::Chases after Fizby, screeching maniacly::
Fizby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! ::Screaming and screeching profanities that are not allowed on PG-13 rated fics::
P/N: (princesses note) Hey people! Thanks for the reviews! Yup all 4 of them!
F/N: Just to clarify, this story takes place in "the gang's" fifth year, as of now. : D
*****
"Time's up! Please put your quills on your desk."
James sighed heavily and put down his quill. While he felt that Transfiguration was his strongest subject, that exam couldn't have gone any worse. He supposed that Lily had something to do with it. Yeah, that was the problem.
He looked over at the source of his problems and smiled. She didn't look so good either. Serves her right, the little chit. His gaze went around to the other students. One of the girls looked like she was minus a few strands of hair, and one of the boys looked beet red with a rash on his face . . . Finally, his gaze landed on the other Marauders.
Sirius looked unconcerned about how poorly he might have done on the exam. Which was probably very badly. Peter looked as if he was just in a fight with a vicious teddy bear. . . And lost. Remus looked a little shaken, but confident in his work. As James was looking over at his friends, Sirius looked over at him and gave him a small shrug.
Everyone looked relieved as they left the classroom because this was the end of the O.W.L.S. All except James. Professor McGonagall had cornered him after the exam and told him his first detention would be held that evening at 7:00 in the potions room.
James sighed, his day had been a really awful one. He just wanted to be alone for awhile, sort out his thoughts. So he ignored his friends as they called him over, pretending that he couldn't hear them.
James felt he didn't want to go to the Great Hall for dinner, so he headed for the almost empty Gryffindor Tower.
(F/N: Sorry this took so long! ^^; Princess moved ALL the way to Michigan, leaving me in Missouri. My mom's a traitor. She sold their house! -.-' Oh well! Important thing is: We're writing again! It will still take us awhile to write these (cause we're gonna haffa do this over email), but we'll be good little authors! =P)
He stomped over to an armchair by the fireplace. He sat down and sighed, rubbing his temples. After a few minutes, he dozed off. When he woke up, it was to an extremely loud sound of a door banging.
Sitting upright, his head swiveled to the source of the noise. Lily had burst into the Common Room, clutching something in her hand. She threw herself onto an armchair in a corner and started to cry heavily. Something James had never seen her do.
Apparently Lily wasn't aware that there was another person in the room, because occasionally she would half-shout out something incomprehensible.
Unsure of what to do, James just sat there and stared. He was in shock and afraid to make any noise, because of what she might do to him if she knew he was there listening to her.
Sniffing and wiping a tear out of her eye, Lily got up and threw down the parchment she had been holding. Running straight past James without noticing him there, she flew up the stairs to her dormitory.
James blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't imagining anything and that his sanity was intact. He crossed the room and picked up the parchment. What he read gave him a complete shock.
"Lily Evans,
We here at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are sorry to inform you that your parents have passed away. When they were brought to us, we found that the burns that killed them were caused magically, preventing us from curing your parents. The persons responsible are unknown.
Deepest Regrets,
Marrea Nelson"
James looked up from the paper and glanced over at the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitories. All his anger was forgotten in his confusion. His feelings for Lily went beyond loathing, but he found himself greatly pitying her and feeling indescribably sorry for her.
It was awhile before James realized that it was 6:55 and he had five minutes to race down the hallways to get to the dungeons. Pocketing the note, he tore down the Common Room and out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Still running, he almost crashed into some first years. Apologizing while still racing, he continued down all the flights of stairs. Exactly five minutes and 7 seconds later, he was outside Orez's office.
As he entered, James saw the Professor sitting at his desk scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. The light of a candle made the bald patch on his head shine brightly. Without looking up from writing, the Professor stated, "You are late."
James looked at his watch and frowned. "Eight seconds, big deal." He mumbled. Setting down the quill loudly, Orez frowned at James.
"For your detention, I need you to categorize all the items in my storage cupboard." James sighed and started to move towards his working space, plotting a way to make this as simple as possible.
"Alphabetically."
"Shit," James thought. There went HIS plans. Grumbling, he looked around for some parchment and a quill. He saw none.
Perhaps Orez was reading his mind, for he smiled nastily. "Looking for something?"
James resisted the temptation to send a withering glance his way and nodded. "I need a piece of parchment and a quill, Sir."
Orez's grin broadened. "Why use a quill and parchment when you have your mind?"
James contemplated this for a moment. When he thought he understood, searing white rage filled him. "No way. You mean to tell me. . ."
Orez looked at him. "Yes, Potter. I will need you to memorize everything in there."
(P/N: MWAHAHA! F/N: Aren't we sooooooo evil??? O=) ::Cackles::)
James glared at the Professor and mumbled random extreme profanities.
*****
James worked for several hours. Actually, it'd be more accurate to say he was thinking about all the injustices and how he'd like to lock his hands around the Professor's throat and SQUEEZE.
As he trudged back into the Common Room, he looked at it's watch. He looked at it in disbelief. He had been working for 3 hours in the dungeons. Glancing around the Common Room, he saw a couple students hanging around doing work at the last minute.
In a corner was a group of gossipy fifth years. Among them, James noticed Evans' friends, Evelyn and Regie. As he passed by, he heard them saying that "something was REALLY bugging Lily" and they were trying to come up with what it was.
As he heard some of the totally inaccurate suspicions---some of which were QUITE insulting to Lily---James wanted to tell them the truth. But as he subconsciously grabbed the note in his pocket, he figured that if Lily wanted them to know, she'd tell them.
So he trudged downstairs to his dormitory. Inside were the other Marauders. James found that he didn't really want to talk to them, so he snuck back up the stairs to try and find somewhere to think.
*****
"Can you believe James has a month's detention with that slime ball?" Peter (P/N: I just want to say that if it were my way, that bastard would not be alive in my story. Alas, Fizby is protesting furiously that it'd ruin the plot. And since she's the typist. . . I don't get a lot of say in that. T- T) demanded.
Remus looked around the room. "So where is Prongs, anyway? He should be done with his detention by now. . . Even counting how evil Orez is. . ."
Sirius glanced around the room too. He probably imagined it, but he thought he saw the door open. Looking into the hallway, he saw a mess of untidy hair. Knowing it was James, he waited for him to enter the room. But when the door closed, James was on the wrong side of it. Frowning and wondering what was wrong, Sirius decided to just let it be.
*****
James walked along the almost abandoned corridors. He wished he had his cloak, but that'd mean he'd have to go into the dormitory. And that was NOT going to happen. So taking care not to run into anybody unpleasant, he just let his feet carry him away from Gryffindor Tower.
When he looked up from the floor awhile later, he came face to face with a portrait that he had never seen before. It was a huge depiction of a wrinkled old lady with startling green eyes and a formidable-looking cane.
Backing away from the picture, he turned around. James had never been in this part of the castle, and he was not sure how to get back.
All of a sudden, he felt a sudden blast of cold wind knock him in the chest. Sending him backwards into the portrait of the old witch. Instead of hitting the wall like he expected, he came crashing through the portrait onto a hard stone floor.
He blacked out.
*****
Fizby: Oooooh. What's gonna happen next? The suspension's KILLING ME! ::Falls over in hysterical laughter::
Princess: I know and YOU don't HA!!!
Fizby: Share the weal--- ::Is tackled from behind::
Three Voices in Unison: HA! You thought you could escape from us, DIDN'TYA?
Fizby: O.O NO! NOT YOU AGAIN! GO AWAY!!!!
Gasp: Nu-uh, kiddo! You're stuck with us!
Kirby: It's in the contract!
Tael: Yeah, we're your muses, so we're obligated to bug ya!
Fizby: Why ME? What have I done to deserve this??? T.T
Princess: Well, for one thing. . .
Fizby: Shut up! When I want your opinion, I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU!
Kirby: Tsk tsk.
Gasp: Tut, tut. SOMEONE has a temper. Maybe they should write more to let some anger out? ::Cracks a whip menacingly, eyeing Princess and Fizby hungrily::
Fizby: Eep! I know that look! RUN, PRINCESS! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE! ::Flees::
Gasp: ::Cracks the whip again, eyes on Princess:: WHO'S NEXT?
Princess: ::Faints::
Gasp: Tael! Kirby! Keep a watch on Princess! I'll go after Fizby! ::Chases after Fizby, screeching maniacly::
Fizby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! ::Screaming and screeching profanities that are not allowed on PG-13 rated fics::