Hey.
Thanks to
Elessar
Glumfrog
Lilolu--I tried to make this chapter more descriptive, so I hope you like it...
Thanks for reviews!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Uh-uh, I don't. Okay?
On with the story, then.
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"Just thinking...," Remus said, "Must be a cold day in hell, the day Lily Evans asked you out..."
Sirius laughed and James chucked a pillow at Remus.
"Prank sure went good," James commented.
"Yeah...sure wish I could've gotten it on video-tape," replied Sirius, "I don't ever want to forget the moment that Snape and Malfoy confessed their love for muggle-borns..."
*****
Hermione was lying on her bed, doing nothing in particular. She stared up at the dark ceiling as it was slowly consumed by shadows. Callia and Myra were painting their nails, and Lily was no where to be found.
"Where's Lily?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
Callia looked up from her hands and replied,
"No idea..."
As if on cue, the door to the girls dorm creaked open and somebody walked through.
"I'm right here," Lily said, cheerfully.
Lily pulled off her cloak, she must have been walking around the grounds, and proceeded to plop down next to Hermione on her bed.
"Hey, Hermy," she greeted.
Hermione playfully glared at Lily, and replied,
"I thought we talked about that nickname..."
Lily shrugged off the matter, and said to Hermione,
"So, Hermione, you're the only one who hasn't done their dare yet..."
Hermione frowned.
"Damn. I thought you'd forgotten about that."
"Nope."
"Ah, well...it's late. I'll do it the morning."
"Alright," Lily agreed. She stood up from Hermione's bed, said good-night to everyone, and climbed in to her own bed.
*****
Lily spent the night dreaming of a certain somebody. James Potter, to be exact. She tried to cover up her feelings for him, but after that Truth or Dare game, it was no secret. She was excitedly anticipating what might happen on their date...anything could, really. And with Potter being a Marauder, anything would.
*****
Lily made sure she woke up Hermione bright and early.
"Ugh..." Hermione groaned, rolling over.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty!" Lily teased, shaking Hermione endlessly.
"No!" Hermione said, stubbornly, "I'm doing it, but not right away! It's like 6 AM!"
"Tsk, tsk, Hermione. Do you really think I have such a one-track mind?" scolded Lily, "Tomorrow's my...date with James, and I need your help."
"Really? My help?" asked Hermione, incredulously. She had never, not once in her life, been asked to help get ready for a date.
"Of course, silly."
"Okay," agreed Hermione. She got out of bed, not caring one bit that it was 6 AM. She had been asked to help...Lily actually wanted *her* say in what to wear...
*****
"I think this will look great against your hair," Hermione said, pulling out a green slouchy-neck sweater.
"Really?" asked Lily.
"Yes, that is why I said it," Hermione replied.
"She's right, Lil," Myra said, "It's a great sweater."
"Alright, fine. What pants, then?"
"These!" Callia exclaimed, triumphantly. She pulled out a pair of light blue hip-hugger jeans.
"You think?" asked Lily, eyeing the jeans.
"Yes, I do think," joked Callia, "I think they're perfect. And, they make your butt look great."
"Really?"
"I don't know, I'm kidding," Callia laughed.
The girls finally decided on Lily's "date wardrobe." She would, indeed, wear the green sweater and jeans, with her hair pulled up into an up-do of some sort.
"You," Myra said, "are going to look great."
*****
"Okay, Hermy," teased Lily, "It's dancing time!"
Hermione groaned, and begrudgingly followed her friends down into the common room. There was quite a lot of people sitting around, which only made matters worse for Hermione.
"Hey, everybody!" shouted Myra, "Hermione has something she wants to show you!!"
Groaning, Hermione scanned the crowd, hoping that Harry and Ron weren't there. They were. She groaned again and climbed up on to the nearest table.
Hermione did her little dance which caused the crowd to burst out in raucous laughter. Her face turned beet red. Not that she had danced badly, she had actually done pretty well. Deciding this had been embarrassment enough, Hermione climbed off the table.
The crowd began to disperse, and she spotted Harry and Ron making their way over to her.
'Oh, no,' she thought, 'They're never going to let me live this down...'
"Hey," Harry greeted, "You looked good up there."
Hermione smiled.
"What were you doing, anyways?" Ron asked.
"Oh, the girls dared me to," she said, simply.
"Ah," Ron replied, and sauntered away.
"Your hair looks nice," Harry commented.
"Took you long enough to notice!"
"Sorry. I've been spending lots of time with my dad and them."
"I know."
"Listen, Harry," Hermione started, "I was just wondering, on the day we came here, and Dumbledore made you stay behind, what did he say?"
"Oh," said Harry, sounding happy, "He told me I could tell my parents their future. Can you believe it?"
"That's great, Harry," Hermione replied, earnestly, "But what about Voldemort?"
"What about Voldemort?"
"Well, I'm just saying, if he never finds your family, and never tries to kill you, he'll never lose power."
"So?"
"So, Harry, there'll be an extra 14 years of deaths!"
"Oh..."
"Well, just think about it, Harry."
"I will," he promised.
*****
Harry did think about what Hermione said. It would be awful if Voldemort never lost power, but he had risked his life four times for the well-being of the world. Shouldn't he atleast get his family? Shouldn't he get something for all he had been through?
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when his father approached him.
"Hey, Harry," he greeted, cheerfully.
"Hi," Harry replied.
"Um...anyways, we're planning another prank, and wondering if you'd want to help."
"Sure!" exclaimed Harry, instantly perking up, "Jus' let me go get Ron."
"Oh, don't bother. We've already got him upstairs."
"Oh, okay."
Harry followed his father into the boys dorm, where Sirius, Remus, Ron and Peter were all lounging about.
"...we need a new target," James argued.
"Why?" questioned Sirius.
"Because. Everything we do is on Snape. It's getting way too predictable."
"You have a point," replied Sirius, "But who?"
"Malfoy," they all said in unison.
They had been discussing plans for the prank for a while. Sirius sat up, looking like a lightbulb had just went on in his head.
"I have an idea!" he exclaimed, sounding excited.
"Oh, no, not again!" groaned James, "Remember the last one?"
"How could we not?" complained Remus, "We had tails for a week!"
"Hey, it's not my fault it backfired!" Sirius said, indignantly, "And anyways, this one is much better."
"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.
"What if we made Ron and Harry here honorary Marauders?"
"That's actually a good idea," Remus said.
"Yeah, it is," added James.
Peter just squealed with excitement.
"We should have a ceremony or something," suggested Remus.
"Good idea, Moony," replied Sirius.
He pulled the Marauders Map out from his robes and stood in front of Harry and Ron. Sirius motioned for them to stand up, and they obeyed.
"Okay," he said, "Now, put your left hand up, and put your right hand on the Map."
The boys did.
"Now repeat after me. I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
When Sirius finished, Harry and Ron repeated together,
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
"Good," congratulated Sirius, "I now pronounce you Honorary Marauders."
*****
Harry was having the time of his life. He, Harry, was an honorary Marauder. It was too cool.
His thoughts soon turned to what Hermione had said.
'Maybe I'll just fight him...the prophecy says that I have to kill him...or maybe something else will get him,' he mused, 'Whatever happens, I have to tell Lily and James. I can't be here, and friends with them if I'm only going to let them die. But I want to spend more time as Harry Palmer, honorary Marauder, before I become Harry Potter, your future son.'
Harry sat down in an armchair.
"I have to tell them," he whispered to himself, "I will tell them. Tomorrow or the next day. Definitaly."
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Yep, there ya go, that's it for chapter four. I think this one is longer than the others...I don't know. But review, okay? Good. *Laughs* Next chapter up soon, and Harry *will* tell his parents soon. And can somebody PLEASE tell me how to get italic letters to work? Thanks.
Thanks to
Elessar
Glumfrog
Lilolu--I tried to make this chapter more descriptive, so I hope you like it...
Thanks for reviews!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Uh-uh, I don't. Okay?
On with the story, then.
*************
"Just thinking...," Remus said, "Must be a cold day in hell, the day Lily Evans asked you out..."
Sirius laughed and James chucked a pillow at Remus.
"Prank sure went good," James commented.
"Yeah...sure wish I could've gotten it on video-tape," replied Sirius, "I don't ever want to forget the moment that Snape and Malfoy confessed their love for muggle-borns..."
*****
Hermione was lying on her bed, doing nothing in particular. She stared up at the dark ceiling as it was slowly consumed by shadows. Callia and Myra were painting their nails, and Lily was no where to be found.
"Where's Lily?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
Callia looked up from her hands and replied,
"No idea..."
As if on cue, the door to the girls dorm creaked open and somebody walked through.
"I'm right here," Lily said, cheerfully.
Lily pulled off her cloak, she must have been walking around the grounds, and proceeded to plop down next to Hermione on her bed.
"Hey, Hermy," she greeted.
Hermione playfully glared at Lily, and replied,
"I thought we talked about that nickname..."
Lily shrugged off the matter, and said to Hermione,
"So, Hermione, you're the only one who hasn't done their dare yet..."
Hermione frowned.
"Damn. I thought you'd forgotten about that."
"Nope."
"Ah, well...it's late. I'll do it the morning."
"Alright," Lily agreed. She stood up from Hermione's bed, said good-night to everyone, and climbed in to her own bed.
*****
Lily spent the night dreaming of a certain somebody. James Potter, to be exact. She tried to cover up her feelings for him, but after that Truth or Dare game, it was no secret. She was excitedly anticipating what might happen on their date...anything could, really. And with Potter being a Marauder, anything would.
*****
Lily made sure she woke up Hermione bright and early.
"Ugh..." Hermione groaned, rolling over.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty!" Lily teased, shaking Hermione endlessly.
"No!" Hermione said, stubbornly, "I'm doing it, but not right away! It's like 6 AM!"
"Tsk, tsk, Hermione. Do you really think I have such a one-track mind?" scolded Lily, "Tomorrow's my...date with James, and I need your help."
"Really? My help?" asked Hermione, incredulously. She had never, not once in her life, been asked to help get ready for a date.
"Of course, silly."
"Okay," agreed Hermione. She got out of bed, not caring one bit that it was 6 AM. She had been asked to help...Lily actually wanted *her* say in what to wear...
*****
"I think this will look great against your hair," Hermione said, pulling out a green slouchy-neck sweater.
"Really?" asked Lily.
"Yes, that is why I said it," Hermione replied.
"She's right, Lil," Myra said, "It's a great sweater."
"Alright, fine. What pants, then?"
"These!" Callia exclaimed, triumphantly. She pulled out a pair of light blue hip-hugger jeans.
"You think?" asked Lily, eyeing the jeans.
"Yes, I do think," joked Callia, "I think they're perfect. And, they make your butt look great."
"Really?"
"I don't know, I'm kidding," Callia laughed.
The girls finally decided on Lily's "date wardrobe." She would, indeed, wear the green sweater and jeans, with her hair pulled up into an up-do of some sort.
"You," Myra said, "are going to look great."
*****
"Okay, Hermy," teased Lily, "It's dancing time!"
Hermione groaned, and begrudgingly followed her friends down into the common room. There was quite a lot of people sitting around, which only made matters worse for Hermione.
"Hey, everybody!" shouted Myra, "Hermione has something she wants to show you!!"
Groaning, Hermione scanned the crowd, hoping that Harry and Ron weren't there. They were. She groaned again and climbed up on to the nearest table.
Hermione did her little dance which caused the crowd to burst out in raucous laughter. Her face turned beet red. Not that she had danced badly, she had actually done pretty well. Deciding this had been embarrassment enough, Hermione climbed off the table.
The crowd began to disperse, and she spotted Harry and Ron making their way over to her.
'Oh, no,' she thought, 'They're never going to let me live this down...'
"Hey," Harry greeted, "You looked good up there."
Hermione smiled.
"What were you doing, anyways?" Ron asked.
"Oh, the girls dared me to," she said, simply.
"Ah," Ron replied, and sauntered away.
"Your hair looks nice," Harry commented.
"Took you long enough to notice!"
"Sorry. I've been spending lots of time with my dad and them."
"I know."
"Listen, Harry," Hermione started, "I was just wondering, on the day we came here, and Dumbledore made you stay behind, what did he say?"
"Oh," said Harry, sounding happy, "He told me I could tell my parents their future. Can you believe it?"
"That's great, Harry," Hermione replied, earnestly, "But what about Voldemort?"
"What about Voldemort?"
"Well, I'm just saying, if he never finds your family, and never tries to kill you, he'll never lose power."
"So?"
"So, Harry, there'll be an extra 14 years of deaths!"
"Oh..."
"Well, just think about it, Harry."
"I will," he promised.
*****
Harry did think about what Hermione said. It would be awful if Voldemort never lost power, but he had risked his life four times for the well-being of the world. Shouldn't he atleast get his family? Shouldn't he get something for all he had been through?
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when his father approached him.
"Hey, Harry," he greeted, cheerfully.
"Hi," Harry replied.
"Um...anyways, we're planning another prank, and wondering if you'd want to help."
"Sure!" exclaimed Harry, instantly perking up, "Jus' let me go get Ron."
"Oh, don't bother. We've already got him upstairs."
"Oh, okay."
Harry followed his father into the boys dorm, where Sirius, Remus, Ron and Peter were all lounging about.
"...we need a new target," James argued.
"Why?" questioned Sirius.
"Because. Everything we do is on Snape. It's getting way too predictable."
"You have a point," replied Sirius, "But who?"
"Malfoy," they all said in unison.
They had been discussing plans for the prank for a while. Sirius sat up, looking like a lightbulb had just went on in his head.
"I have an idea!" he exclaimed, sounding excited.
"Oh, no, not again!" groaned James, "Remember the last one?"
"How could we not?" complained Remus, "We had tails for a week!"
"Hey, it's not my fault it backfired!" Sirius said, indignantly, "And anyways, this one is much better."
"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.
"What if we made Ron and Harry here honorary Marauders?"
"That's actually a good idea," Remus said.
"Yeah, it is," added James.
Peter just squealed with excitement.
"We should have a ceremony or something," suggested Remus.
"Good idea, Moony," replied Sirius.
He pulled the Marauders Map out from his robes and stood in front of Harry and Ron. Sirius motioned for them to stand up, and they obeyed.
"Okay," he said, "Now, put your left hand up, and put your right hand on the Map."
The boys did.
"Now repeat after me. I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
When Sirius finished, Harry and Ron repeated together,
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
"Good," congratulated Sirius, "I now pronounce you Honorary Marauders."
*****
Harry was having the time of his life. He, Harry, was an honorary Marauder. It was too cool.
His thoughts soon turned to what Hermione had said.
'Maybe I'll just fight him...the prophecy says that I have to kill him...or maybe something else will get him,' he mused, 'Whatever happens, I have to tell Lily and James. I can't be here, and friends with them if I'm only going to let them die. But I want to spend more time as Harry Palmer, honorary Marauder, before I become Harry Potter, your future son.'
Harry sat down in an armchair.
"I have to tell them," he whispered to himself, "I will tell them. Tomorrow or the next day. Definitaly."
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Yep, there ya go, that's it for chapter four. I think this one is longer than the others...I don't know. But review, okay? Good. *Laughs* Next chapter up soon, and Harry *will* tell his parents soon. And can somebody PLEASE tell me how to get italic letters to work? Thanks.