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Prongs
Chapter IX: A Man Called James (Part I)
"...so what you're saying is if you were to turn you wand counter clockwise then that makes the incantation more effective?"
"Yes, I do believe so," Lupin nodded, a small smile on his lips as he watched Snape flicked his wrist around as he had been told, turning his robin into a small garden snake. Snape smirked at him.
"Wasn't nearly as hard as that fool made it be."
"You're just a fast learner," Lupin replied matter of factly. "And Professor McGongall is not a 'fool', she's quite intelligent and-"
"Damn Lupin" Snape sneered, not failing to let his amusement shine in his eyes. "Learn how to take a joke why don't you?"
Lupin frowned at him, then blushed slightly. "You still shouldn't say such things."
"My God, you Ravenclaws, always so literal," Snape sniggered, shaking his head in a disapproval. Lupin's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You will excuse me if I choose to stick up for what I believe in Serverus, it's a 'Ravenclaw' thing."
"Don't take things so seriously."
"Then don't say things in a form that one would take them seriously," Lupin snapped, shutting his book. Serverus only smirked at him, which caused the brunette to stare at the Slytherin in slight anger.
"What?"
"You know Lupin, you're sort of cute when your face is flushed like that," Snape stated in a quiet tone, heavy in thought.
Lupin stared at him in disbelief, his eyes slightly wide.
"What? Where did that come from?"
"You asked me why I was smirking," Snape stated matter of factly. "So I told you. What's the matter Remus...can't handle it?"
"I've handled better compliments from worse people," Lupin stated coldly, still frown much to Serverus's delight. "Take Lucius Malfoy for instance."
"Is that so?"
"It is, not that is matters much," Lupin mumbled, turning toward the window of the library. He could see the sun sinking below the horizon, the sky shades of light purples, oranges and pinks. He felt his panic rise to his throat...in only a matter of minutes, it would be nightfall.
"Well I'd love to continue this rather interesting conversation but I think I may have to take a rain check," Lupin announced. "I have somewhere I need to be."
"Oh but what's the rush?" Serverus smirked, standing onto his feet and walking around the library table. Lupin could see a predatory look in his eyes and felt a chill running up his spine.
Sure, he had always wondered what it would be like to have Serverus...but of all times...
~*~*~*~*~
"Sirius?"
"Hmm?" the raven haired Gryffindor answered as he looked up from his book. He frowned when he saw who it was.
"What do you want kid?"
Harry gave a deep sigh at his godfather's tone of voice. That and the fact Sirius had actually called him 'kid' and they were in the same year.
"I was looking for James, but I think he's avoiding me-"
"And why would he have to avoid you?" Sirius stated defensively.
Harry blinked at him. "I didn't mean it like that. I only meant that every time I try to explain things, he either ignores me and goes in the other direction."
"And I wonder why," Sirius grumbled, still pretending to read his book.
Harry frowned slightly. "Look, it's NOT what you think."
"And you're going to tell me what I think, is that it?" Sirius replied coldly, raising an eyebrow at Harry.
"There is NOTHING going on between me and Lily."
"Ha! I knew you were trying to-say what?"
"You heard me," Harry replied softly. "There is nothing happening between Lily and me. I know how much she likes da-uh-James and you'd have to be blind not to see how much James likes Lily."
Sirius stared at Harry for a long moment, the frown never fading and his eyes even narrowing on his handsome face.
"Look, I'm not joking!"
After another good glance over, Sirius sighed and slammed his book shut, sitting up completely on his bed and standing on his feet, walking over to his dresser and filing through it, looking for something.
"I know it's around her somewhere..." he mumbled more to himself then to Harry, who stood behind him, watching curiously. "Ha! Here it is! Now let's see..."
"See what?"
"If I wanted you to see, then I'd have pulled it out," Sirius growled lowly.
"Oh...sorry," Harry grumbled back. He would have to tell Sirius about his rather less then pleasant attitude when he got back to his own time...
"James is headed out to the Quidditch Pitch, probably to get a good fly in," he said finally, placing whatever he had been look at, what Harry guessed was the Marauder's Map, back in his drawer, under something.
"He usually does that when he's stressed out, seeing as the next match isn't until the upcoming year," he added, giving Harry a narrowed back glance.
"Oh-um, thanks Pa-"
"Sirius."
"Sirius." Harry quickly corrected himself, not wanting to face the fury of his godfather. Yeah, he would DEFIANTLY have to point out to Sirius he was a 'meanie' in his school days.
"Are you still here? I need to go somewhere and I don't want you poking around in our dorm room...it's bad enough you're here now," Sirius stated coldly, breaking Harry from his thoughts and causing him to look up.
Sirius had placed a raven school robe over his school uniform, the tradition vest with the Gryffindor color's on the V lining, along with the Gryffindor crest on sown on the right corner, a white cotton shirt underneath and gray slack pants that cuffed at the bottom, a nice pair of dragon hide boots with a gold buckle over the mid foot.
His hair was loose now, sweeping nearly to his mid back and pouring over his eyes, making them nearly hard to see. He looked quite handsome, Harry wondered were exactly he was going but knew better then to ask him.
"Uh yeah, I'm gone, thanks," Harry tried to smile. He did not receive one in return, only a rather cold stare as the right eye brow rose.
"Still here?"
"Leaving..."
~*~*~*~*~
"And I mean, I just don't know...Hermione wasn't it?"
The brunette nodded her head slowly as she continued to listen to Lily Evan's dilemma, much to her delight.
She had honestly thought it was going to be a lot harder for her, seeing as she had been told at this time, Voldemort had begun his rise in power and the hatred toward muggle borns was far more fierce in this time. She really liked having an conversation with someone more like herself...even if she wasn't suppose to know this person at all.
"Please continue."
"Well...I think it's really lovely that James is jealous over me," Lily admitted, blushing slightly. Hermione smiled. If only Ron could be so obvious...
"But then when he does, he get's very immature and hard to comprehend."
"Oh? How so?" Hermione asked thoughtfully. Lily thought for a moment as they turned into the Great Hall and stopped at the end of the Gryffindor House table, unaware of the other students already there.
"Well...Sirius told me he rants and raves like he's mad, but whenever his friends try to give him advice on the subject, he just denies it, then rants some more. He told me Peter even asked James if he needed to visit Madam Rosalind, (A/N: She's the nurse that Madam Promphy is assisting.)and James hexed his head clear off-literally."
"Hmm..." Hermione replied soflty, then smiling burst into soft laughter. Lily stared at her slightly confused. "What?"
"Sounds like a typical boy in love to me. And from the sounds of it: He's got a BAD..."
"In...love?" Lily gasped. Can we say, EVERY GIRL'S DREAM?? But then...Hermione was probably only trying to make her feel better...
"That's what it sounds like to me...but then I could be wrong," Hermione pointed out, taking a book that she had from under her arm and glancing at the table, looked at it with curiosity.
"But then again, you'll never go until you find out. I mean, no one says you have to sit around and wait for him to tell...cause at the rate he's going, he will end up in the medical wing-or worse-if you don't get it out of him soon."
Lily gave her a sweet, serene smile. "Thanks Hermione, you're a great help!"
Hermione giggled. "Only repeated what Molly told me to tell you, that's all." Lily stared at her blankly then looked over the girls shoulder to see the flaming red head giggling as Auther Weasley spoke to her. She rolled her eyes. It figured.
"Under any circumstance-thanks." She turned on her heel, excitement flaring. This was her chance and she wasn't going to blow it. I mean, wouldn't playing Jasmine be more enjoyable if Aladdin was actually her boyfriend, no acting about it?
"Hey! I thought we were going to study!" Hermione called after her. "Flirt now, study later!" Lily called back to her and Hermione gave her a disappointing look. She shook her head and looked around the Great Hall.
The Ravenclaw table was nearly empty, as she near, most of them were either studying, playing wizard's chest (as Ron had been doing earlier with Frank Longbottom, the reason he was nowhere to be found) or taking bed early.
The Hufflepuff table was completely empty and except for a small group of Slytherins, all the mother's of father's of someone in her own time that lived to make her life a living hell, that table was empty as well.
Only the Gryffindore table seemed to have more then ten students sitting at it, one of which, being Peter Pettigrew, the man who would grow up to betray not only Harry and his parents, but Sirius Black, the entire order and even the Dark Lord himself, if you truely wanted to count him in.
Hermione took in a deep breath. Dumbledore had explained to each of them that although most of the people had done things in their present that was hurtful and down right hateful, which at times would call for revenge, they were under no circumstances, to change major events or give them away to those unaware of the events that would take place involving them.
This meant she would most certainly have to be polite to Peter Pettigrew or risk someone finding out the truth. Oh well, better then Harry, she supposed.
"Um...Peter?" she spoke to him softly. The rather small young man looked up, his eyes darting around wildly, in alarm. She had startled him.
"Oh! Hello...Hermione Granger isn't it?"
She nodded. He gave her a rather nervous smile as he tried to calm himself. "What may I do for you?"
"Well my study partner rather ran out me...saw a boy she fancied or rather a boy who fancied her" Hermione stated, frowning slightly at the fact she was ditched...and more so that she was the one that offered the idea in the first place. " and I really need to study for my Potion's exam tomorrow. You any good at it?"
She watched as Peter laughed hard, his face turning a light shade of red, causing some of the other students to send a look his way.
She frowned. "Well?"
"Gosh, I'm not too good at anything," he smirked slightly, making a ridicule at his own lack of knowledge.
Figures.
"But if you really want to study, I can try to help...although I think you'd be doing most of the helping. I really don't need to fail another test anyway, and with Sirius being moody, Lupin studying with Snape and James, well, being a psycho, I guess you're my next best hope!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow and gave him a sarcastic small. "Well thanks."
Peter chuckled softly. "Sorry, I just think it's rather funny you think I'm good for anything."
Hermione shook his head. Now why couldn't this Peter Pettigrew be in her time? He seemed laid back enough, not so uptight and feeble as he was later in life, still had the childish, round face but again, rather-nice to be around. He was loyal, and very supportive of his friends...seeming to look up to them in a sort of way. Sure, he did cower back slightly when yelled at but still...what, Hermione wondered, had changed so drastically he ended up the way he did in her time?
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm not really understanding you Narcissa," Bellatrix yawned impatiently as her eldest sister watched the red head leave the Great Hall, a sneer of dislike plastered on her face.
"I mean you got Lucius wrapped around your finger, and let's just be honest, the man is a looker, has power even at that age and not to mention, he's rich."
"So?"
"So? So why go after Potter?"
"He's different," Narcissa stated as if it couldn't be more obvious, still letting her blue eyes trail after the muggle born. "And I thought I explained this to you before."
"As if I listen to you babble," Bellatrix crackled. "And in any case, I still don't understand it. He's got power, a pure bloodline, a fortune....just as Lucius. So what makes him so different."
Narcissa sighed and turned to glare at her wavy haired sister. "Because Bellatrix, he's the one thing out of my grasp. Lucius was easy to catch, his looks alone accomplished that job for me. But not James. No matter how much I bat my eyes at him, or flirt, he still doesn't seem to notice. Or rather, blows it all off. And all the muskrat as to do is enter the room and she can catch his attention? Think Bellatrix, Lucius is great but Potter is greater! He's the one thing that is stands for everything Slytherins oppose."
"And that's good," Bellatrix yawned.
"Just think, you idiot, what it would be like if I had HIM wrapped around my finger! If I could bring him HIM into HIS control!"
Bellatrix frowned. "But the master has already tried to sway the Potter's over to his ways. And as we both know, he growing quite restless with them."
"I know that dear sister...but think of it! James Potter, son of the infamous Andrew and Anita Potter, turned over to our side as a Death Eater! He's already powerful...just think what use he would be...and more importantly...think what that could do for our standings if we could turn him over."
Bellatrix blinked at her sister for a few moments, then gave her a sinister grin. "Nothing better, then pleasing the Dark Lord, ah Narcissa, of coarse you will allow me to assist you?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Yes, I do suppose I could. You can start by keeping a watch over that mudblood while I place my first plan into action."
Bellatrix became surprised. "You have one already?"
"But of coarse, dear sister. Did you not over hear the mudblood's conversation? It would be shameful not to think of one. Just do as I say: watch for the redhead mudblood and keep any of Jame's little friends away from us while I work."
She stood on her feet, smoothing her beautiful pressed robes, and flicking a bunch of curls over her shoulder, then headed for the door.
"Before this night is through, that mudblood will be long out of the picture and I'll have James eating out of my hand by this time tomorrow."
A/N: Huh? Where was Snape's taunt? Where is Voldemort, you wonder? Weren't they suppose to be in this chapter? Well that's right: this is one of my famous two parters. So that means you'll have to wait until next week for part two. ::Evil Laughter Ensues::
TBC
Prongs
Chapter IX: A Man Called James (Part I)
"...so what you're saying is if you were to turn you wand counter clockwise then that makes the incantation more effective?"
"Yes, I do believe so," Lupin nodded, a small smile on his lips as he watched Snape flicked his wrist around as he had been told, turning his robin into a small garden snake. Snape smirked at him.
"Wasn't nearly as hard as that fool made it be."
"You're just a fast learner," Lupin replied matter of factly. "And Professor McGongall is not a 'fool', she's quite intelligent and-"
"Damn Lupin" Snape sneered, not failing to let his amusement shine in his eyes. "Learn how to take a joke why don't you?"
Lupin frowned at him, then blushed slightly. "You still shouldn't say such things."
"My God, you Ravenclaws, always so literal," Snape sniggered, shaking his head in a disapproval. Lupin's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You will excuse me if I choose to stick up for what I believe in Serverus, it's a 'Ravenclaw' thing."
"Don't take things so seriously."
"Then don't say things in a form that one would take them seriously," Lupin snapped, shutting his book. Serverus only smirked at him, which caused the brunette to stare at the Slytherin in slight anger.
"What?"
"You know Lupin, you're sort of cute when your face is flushed like that," Snape stated in a quiet tone, heavy in thought.
Lupin stared at him in disbelief, his eyes slightly wide.
"What? Where did that come from?"
"You asked me why I was smirking," Snape stated matter of factly. "So I told you. What's the matter Remus...can't handle it?"
"I've handled better compliments from worse people," Lupin stated coldly, still frown much to Serverus's delight. "Take Lucius Malfoy for instance."
"Is that so?"
"It is, not that is matters much," Lupin mumbled, turning toward the window of the library. He could see the sun sinking below the horizon, the sky shades of light purples, oranges and pinks. He felt his panic rise to his throat...in only a matter of minutes, it would be nightfall.
"Well I'd love to continue this rather interesting conversation but I think I may have to take a rain check," Lupin announced. "I have somewhere I need to be."
"Oh but what's the rush?" Serverus smirked, standing onto his feet and walking around the library table. Lupin could see a predatory look in his eyes and felt a chill running up his spine.
Sure, he had always wondered what it would be like to have Serverus...but of all times...
~*~*~*~*~
"Sirius?"
"Hmm?" the raven haired Gryffindor answered as he looked up from his book. He frowned when he saw who it was.
"What do you want kid?"
Harry gave a deep sigh at his godfather's tone of voice. That and the fact Sirius had actually called him 'kid' and they were in the same year.
"I was looking for James, but I think he's avoiding me-"
"And why would he have to avoid you?" Sirius stated defensively.
Harry blinked at him. "I didn't mean it like that. I only meant that every time I try to explain things, he either ignores me and goes in the other direction."
"And I wonder why," Sirius grumbled, still pretending to read his book.
Harry frowned slightly. "Look, it's NOT what you think."
"And you're going to tell me what I think, is that it?" Sirius replied coldly, raising an eyebrow at Harry.
"There is NOTHING going on between me and Lily."
"Ha! I knew you were trying to-say what?"
"You heard me," Harry replied softly. "There is nothing happening between Lily and me. I know how much she likes da-uh-James and you'd have to be blind not to see how much James likes Lily."
Sirius stared at Harry for a long moment, the frown never fading and his eyes even narrowing on his handsome face.
"Look, I'm not joking!"
After another good glance over, Sirius sighed and slammed his book shut, sitting up completely on his bed and standing on his feet, walking over to his dresser and filing through it, looking for something.
"I know it's around her somewhere..." he mumbled more to himself then to Harry, who stood behind him, watching curiously. "Ha! Here it is! Now let's see..."
"See what?"
"If I wanted you to see, then I'd have pulled it out," Sirius growled lowly.
"Oh...sorry," Harry grumbled back. He would have to tell Sirius about his rather less then pleasant attitude when he got back to his own time...
"James is headed out to the Quidditch Pitch, probably to get a good fly in," he said finally, placing whatever he had been look at, what Harry guessed was the Marauder's Map, back in his drawer, under something.
"He usually does that when he's stressed out, seeing as the next match isn't until the upcoming year," he added, giving Harry a narrowed back glance.
"Oh-um, thanks Pa-"
"Sirius."
"Sirius." Harry quickly corrected himself, not wanting to face the fury of his godfather. Yeah, he would DEFIANTLY have to point out to Sirius he was a 'meanie' in his school days.
"Are you still here? I need to go somewhere and I don't want you poking around in our dorm room...it's bad enough you're here now," Sirius stated coldly, breaking Harry from his thoughts and causing him to look up.
Sirius had placed a raven school robe over his school uniform, the tradition vest with the Gryffindor color's on the V lining, along with the Gryffindor crest on sown on the right corner, a white cotton shirt underneath and gray slack pants that cuffed at the bottom, a nice pair of dragon hide boots with a gold buckle over the mid foot.
His hair was loose now, sweeping nearly to his mid back and pouring over his eyes, making them nearly hard to see. He looked quite handsome, Harry wondered were exactly he was going but knew better then to ask him.
"Uh yeah, I'm gone, thanks," Harry tried to smile. He did not receive one in return, only a rather cold stare as the right eye brow rose.
"Still here?"
"Leaving..."
~*~*~*~*~
"And I mean, I just don't know...Hermione wasn't it?"
The brunette nodded her head slowly as she continued to listen to Lily Evan's dilemma, much to her delight.
She had honestly thought it was going to be a lot harder for her, seeing as she had been told at this time, Voldemort had begun his rise in power and the hatred toward muggle borns was far more fierce in this time. She really liked having an conversation with someone more like herself...even if she wasn't suppose to know this person at all.
"Please continue."
"Well...I think it's really lovely that James is jealous over me," Lily admitted, blushing slightly. Hermione smiled. If only Ron could be so obvious...
"But then when he does, he get's very immature and hard to comprehend."
"Oh? How so?" Hermione asked thoughtfully. Lily thought for a moment as they turned into the Great Hall and stopped at the end of the Gryffindor House table, unaware of the other students already there.
"Well...Sirius told me he rants and raves like he's mad, but whenever his friends try to give him advice on the subject, he just denies it, then rants some more. He told me Peter even asked James if he needed to visit Madam Rosalind, (A/N: She's the nurse that Madam Promphy is assisting.)and James hexed his head clear off-literally."
"Hmm..." Hermione replied soflty, then smiling burst into soft laughter. Lily stared at her slightly confused. "What?"
"Sounds like a typical boy in love to me. And from the sounds of it: He's got a BAD..."
"In...love?" Lily gasped. Can we say, EVERY GIRL'S DREAM?? But then...Hermione was probably only trying to make her feel better...
"That's what it sounds like to me...but then I could be wrong," Hermione pointed out, taking a book that she had from under her arm and glancing at the table, looked at it with curiosity.
"But then again, you'll never go until you find out. I mean, no one says you have to sit around and wait for him to tell...cause at the rate he's going, he will end up in the medical wing-or worse-if you don't get it out of him soon."
Lily gave her a sweet, serene smile. "Thanks Hermione, you're a great help!"
Hermione giggled. "Only repeated what Molly told me to tell you, that's all." Lily stared at her blankly then looked over the girls shoulder to see the flaming red head giggling as Auther Weasley spoke to her. She rolled her eyes. It figured.
"Under any circumstance-thanks." She turned on her heel, excitement flaring. This was her chance and she wasn't going to blow it. I mean, wouldn't playing Jasmine be more enjoyable if Aladdin was actually her boyfriend, no acting about it?
"Hey! I thought we were going to study!" Hermione called after her. "Flirt now, study later!" Lily called back to her and Hermione gave her a disappointing look. She shook her head and looked around the Great Hall.
The Ravenclaw table was nearly empty, as she near, most of them were either studying, playing wizard's chest (as Ron had been doing earlier with Frank Longbottom, the reason he was nowhere to be found) or taking bed early.
The Hufflepuff table was completely empty and except for a small group of Slytherins, all the mother's of father's of someone in her own time that lived to make her life a living hell, that table was empty as well.
Only the Gryffindore table seemed to have more then ten students sitting at it, one of which, being Peter Pettigrew, the man who would grow up to betray not only Harry and his parents, but Sirius Black, the entire order and even the Dark Lord himself, if you truely wanted to count him in.
Hermione took in a deep breath. Dumbledore had explained to each of them that although most of the people had done things in their present that was hurtful and down right hateful, which at times would call for revenge, they were under no circumstances, to change major events or give them away to those unaware of the events that would take place involving them.
This meant she would most certainly have to be polite to Peter Pettigrew or risk someone finding out the truth. Oh well, better then Harry, she supposed.
"Um...Peter?" she spoke to him softly. The rather small young man looked up, his eyes darting around wildly, in alarm. She had startled him.
"Oh! Hello...Hermione Granger isn't it?"
She nodded. He gave her a rather nervous smile as he tried to calm himself. "What may I do for you?"
"Well my study partner rather ran out me...saw a boy she fancied or rather a boy who fancied her" Hermione stated, frowning slightly at the fact she was ditched...and more so that she was the one that offered the idea in the first place. " and I really need to study for my Potion's exam tomorrow. You any good at it?"
She watched as Peter laughed hard, his face turning a light shade of red, causing some of the other students to send a look his way.
She frowned. "Well?"
"Gosh, I'm not too good at anything," he smirked slightly, making a ridicule at his own lack of knowledge.
Figures.
"But if you really want to study, I can try to help...although I think you'd be doing most of the helping. I really don't need to fail another test anyway, and with Sirius being moody, Lupin studying with Snape and James, well, being a psycho, I guess you're my next best hope!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow and gave him a sarcastic small. "Well thanks."
Peter chuckled softly. "Sorry, I just think it's rather funny you think I'm good for anything."
Hermione shook his head. Now why couldn't this Peter Pettigrew be in her time? He seemed laid back enough, not so uptight and feeble as he was later in life, still had the childish, round face but again, rather-nice to be around. He was loyal, and very supportive of his friends...seeming to look up to them in a sort of way. Sure, he did cower back slightly when yelled at but still...what, Hermione wondered, had changed so drastically he ended up the way he did in her time?
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm not really understanding you Narcissa," Bellatrix yawned impatiently as her eldest sister watched the red head leave the Great Hall, a sneer of dislike plastered on her face.
"I mean you got Lucius wrapped around your finger, and let's just be honest, the man is a looker, has power even at that age and not to mention, he's rich."
"So?"
"So? So why go after Potter?"
"He's different," Narcissa stated as if it couldn't be more obvious, still letting her blue eyes trail after the muggle born. "And I thought I explained this to you before."
"As if I listen to you babble," Bellatrix crackled. "And in any case, I still don't understand it. He's got power, a pure bloodline, a fortune....just as Lucius. So what makes him so different."
Narcissa sighed and turned to glare at her wavy haired sister. "Because Bellatrix, he's the one thing out of my grasp. Lucius was easy to catch, his looks alone accomplished that job for me. But not James. No matter how much I bat my eyes at him, or flirt, he still doesn't seem to notice. Or rather, blows it all off. And all the muskrat as to do is enter the room and she can catch his attention? Think Bellatrix, Lucius is great but Potter is greater! He's the one thing that is stands for everything Slytherins oppose."
"And that's good," Bellatrix yawned.
"Just think, you idiot, what it would be like if I had HIM wrapped around my finger! If I could bring him HIM into HIS control!"
Bellatrix frowned. "But the master has already tried to sway the Potter's over to his ways. And as we both know, he growing quite restless with them."
"I know that dear sister...but think of it! James Potter, son of the infamous Andrew and Anita Potter, turned over to our side as a Death Eater! He's already powerful...just think what use he would be...and more importantly...think what that could do for our standings if we could turn him over."
Bellatrix blinked at her sister for a few moments, then gave her a sinister grin. "Nothing better, then pleasing the Dark Lord, ah Narcissa, of coarse you will allow me to assist you?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Yes, I do suppose I could. You can start by keeping a watch over that mudblood while I place my first plan into action."
Bellatrix became surprised. "You have one already?"
"But of coarse, dear sister. Did you not over hear the mudblood's conversation? It would be shameful not to think of one. Just do as I say: watch for the redhead mudblood and keep any of Jame's little friends away from us while I work."
She stood on her feet, smoothing her beautiful pressed robes, and flicking a bunch of curls over her shoulder, then headed for the door.
"Before this night is through, that mudblood will be long out of the picture and I'll have James eating out of my hand by this time tomorrow."
A/N: Huh? Where was Snape's taunt? Where is Voldemort, you wonder? Weren't they suppose to be in this chapter? Well that's right: this is one of my famous two parters. So that means you'll have to wait until next week for part two. ::Evil Laughter Ensues::
TBC