AN: Thanks to my wonderful beta-reader, Queen of the Jungle!
Chapter Three:
"Kid, it's just me, what's got you jumpy?" Harry sagged in relief, it was only Sirius.
"I saw Draco Malfoy," he explained softly. "I
wonder if he saw me?"
"If he did, it doesn't matter, James,"
Sirius put a slight emphasis on the name to remined Harry that he was wearing a
disguise and no one would recognize him now.
Harry smiled up at his godfather and turned down the lane towards where he had put his books. Sirius looked over them and nodded. "Good choices these. Now, we'll get some of the more advanced books so I can refresh my memories," he said.
Harry smiled and nodded, then Sirius caught sight of the gold book. "Elementals? That's a rare book, good thing you picked it up, there's only one copy made every two years, very difficult to get hold of, the Hogwarts library doesn't even have a copy," he remarked.
An hour or so later they left Diagon Alley with various supplies. Harry was wondering if he could manage to shrink so many things when Sirius pulled out a wand of his own.
"I got the wand that I wanted, Mr. Olivander was a little suspicious, he didn't want to know names, I think Dumbledore might have said something about me coming, but he was clearly interested in something," Sirius said.
Harry nodded, watching as Sirius swished the wand and suddenly everything had shrunk down to a managable size, except for the packet of floo powder which they would use to get to the Weasley's place.
Not long after that they arrived at the Weasley's, shrunken items in pockets, Ron and Hermione were both there, sitting in front of the fireplace, watching it intently.
The moment Harry appeared, they were beside him, Hermione hugged him tightly and Ron patted him awkwardly on the back, both saying how sorry they were that he had been accused of Cedric Diggory's death.
He guessed thar Remus must have mentioned that they'd come in disguise, and that this was what his one was.
The next second Sirius stepped out of the fire, he was still in his diguise as well, but Ron and Hermione greeted him with his real name. "Call me Peter, and Harry is James for the moment, just in case anyone comes in, otherwise we'd take off the disguises, but of course, we can't do that," Sirius told them.
"Right, Peter it is then, and James," Ron
said. "Come in to the kitchen, mum's just making afternoon tea in hopes that
you'd arrive in time to eat it with us."
Harry and Sirius followed Ron and
Hermione into the kitchen, where they were welcomed all over again by Mrs.
Weasley, who then started yelling for the rest of the family to come down and
say hello to the guests.
She gave them the names that they had given Ron and Hermione, but everyone knew who she really meant, they'd been told about Sirius being innocent by their father, it seemed. Fred and George came tearing down the stairs at breakneck pace, skidding to a halt in front of Harry and greeting him with pompous immitations of Percy, who came in just in time to hear them.
"Really you two, can't you think of anything better to do?" He demanded coldly.
"No Weatherby," they both replied as one. It seemed that Barty Crouch's name for their brother had stuck. Harry could almost pity Percy, having to live in the same house as them.
Once everyone had come downstairs and sat down, the real coversation began. Fred and George, who Harry thought had swapped places, were planning pranks for the year in subdued voices so that Mrs. Weasley wouldn't hear them.
Sirius, sitting next to them, did hear, but far from reporting them to their mother, he leaned closer to give his own ideas. Harry, on the other side of the table, was surprised that he could hear what they were saying, Sirius was telling them about a prank he played on Snape when he was at school, but no one else seemed able to hear them.
Shaking it off and ignoring them, he turned to Ron and Hermione. "So why are you here, Hermione?" He asked her.
Hermione smiled slightly. "It's my parents twentith aniversary, and they went on a cruise, so I came here, and I'll be staying until we go to Hogwarts," she told him.
Harry nodded. "Si-Peter will be homeschooling me," he said with a sigh. "I wish I could come to Hogwarts this year, but oh well, it'll be fun with Peter."
When they had finished the delicious afternoon tea, Harry, Ron and Hermione retired to Ron's room, and Harry told them exactly what had happened when he and Cedric were whisked away from the Third Task.
By the end of it, Ron and Hermione were gaping at him, he guessed that it must have been quite a story to hear for the first time. He himself had gone over it so many times in his thoughts and his dreams that he felt almost apart from the boy who had gone through that. There was still a dull ache in his chest every time he mentioned Cedric Diggory's name.
A little while later, once Harry, Ron and Hermione had come back down, they and the Twins headed out of the house to play Quidditch, Harry unshrinking his Firebolt, to the amazement of everyone else, since they couldn't do magic outside of school.
He shrugged it off saying that Peter had found a way to get rid of the charm, but firmly telling the Twins that he didn't know how to do it himself, which dissapointed them a little, but that was healed up when he offered them a go on the Firebolt.
All in all, he had a very good day, and enjoyed himself immensly, the knowledge that he would not get to be so carefree and happy for a long time to come served to make it even better.
Finally, however, they had to go, Sirius wanted to go back to Remus's place and set out from there, it took them far away from anyone. But Harry had the same feeling that he had when the Aurors came.
"Sirius, there's danger at Remus's place, its that same feeling, like at the abandoned house in Surrey," he said, touching Sirius's shoulder lightly.
Sirius frowned slightly. "Well, if that's the case, we'd better think of something else. Portkey I suppose, and wear the invisibility cloak," he said, taking out his wand.
He took a stone from a pocket and touched it with his wand, muttering something that Harry didn't quiet hear, and then held it out Harry.
They had already said goodbye to the Weasley's and had insisted that the family should go and eat the dinner that Mrs. Weasley had made – Sirius had refused the offer of staying longer and eating.
So Harry took the invisibility cloak out and threw it over them, before touching the stone that Sirius held out to him. A second later there was a tug behind his naval and the world was spinning away, before slamming back down into the ground.
Somehow he managed to stay upright, gripping Sirius's arm tightly, the Invisibility cloak still covered them, he was glad to realize.
They edge closer the house, having appeared in a clearing nearby in the forest. They came out into the open area around the house, and both of them barely stifled a gasp.
The clearing was lit not with the light of the moon but with that of a shining green figure in the sky – the Dark Mark, Lord Voldemort's symbol.
There were still noises coming from inside, and Sirius dragged Harry back into the forest. "Come on kid, we'll get going, and head for Remus's other place, I think," he said.
Harry simply nodded and they slipped away, Harry mounted his broom, removing the cloak for a moment so that he could get settled, and then swirled it around his shoulders, and took off.
He kept a sharp eye on the black dog below that flitted from shadow to shadow. For a moment Harry paused and looked back towards the Dark Mark that hovered in the air over Remus Lupin's house.
Had the Death Eaters come because of him? He had no doubt that they had, Voldemort wanted him dead, or in Azkaban so that he would be under Voldemort's control once the Dark Lord got the support of the Dementors.
He shivered slightly. He would have to convince Sirius not to stay at the house of someone it was known that they were friends with – the Death Eaters must know that he was with Sirius, after all, who else would Dumbledore put in charge of him?
He darted away and did not look behind him again, he did not want to see the sick green skull in the air above a place that had nearly become his and Sirius's grave.
All through the night they travelled, putting as much distance between them and the house as possible. Harry started flying low, for the moon had yet to rise and there was little light.
To his surprise, this didn't make him have difficulty seeing, in fact, he seemed to be able to see things sharper in the night, clearer, though he could see no colours.
After a while he took of his glasses to clean them and see if the blurred edges and visions that slipped away were because of them. He kept his eyes open to try and focus on the t-shirt that he was using to clean them with, and nearly fell off his broom in surprise.
Everything was even clearer without the glasses on than it had been before. He picked Sirius's form with ease, despite the deep shadows that hid the dog, and the smallest bit of light seemed the equivilant of a lamp.
He was going to say something about this to Sirius, but decided to wait until they stopped, since it would inevitably lead to questions that had no answers that would be going around both of their heads when they should be either trying to get some sleep, or keeping moving onwards.
Suddenly the woods ended, replaced by a landscape of low rolling hills, the just rising moon glowing faintly and illuminating the land. Harry could see even better than he had been able to before, as he landed beside Sirius in the shadows that bordered the moores.
"Kid, why aren't you wearing your glasses?" Sirius asked him in surprise once he could make out Harry's face in the darkness.
And so the story of what had happened on the way from Remus's house came out. Sirius's mouth fell open wider with every word, until he looked just like a fish out of water as he attempted to speak.
Suddenly a voice spoke from the area behind them, making them both jump.
"I thought that you must be the ones, I've been watching you for several days, ever since Mr. Potter was forced to flee his relatives in fear of his life," it seemed male to Harry, and wise, but at the same time silky and dangerous.
"Who are you?" he demanded, spinning around, his suddenly sharp eyes picking out the figure of a man in the darkness. "Why are you here, and why are you watching me?"
"So many questions, but I cannot answer them here. Perhaps if you would come with me, I could tell you?" it was half a question, but more of a statement.
Harry frowned. "Do you think we are stupid? Where will you take us?" He asked in return.
"To a school for spies, assassins and warriors, though I can tell you nothing more of it outside of its walls. Both you and Sirius Black are welcome there, we will not turn you away as the Ministry of Magic – incompetent fools – have done."
Sirius immediately looked to Harry, maybe the boy could tell something using the odd powers that he seemed to have developed. Harry looked at the man, and he felt trust and friendship.
He blinked once, and then looked at Sirius and nodded his head once. Sirius sighed. "Alright, we'll come with you, but if you try and hurt the kid, I'll kill you," he told the man, who simply nodded and suddenly the darkness behind him that to Harry seemed almost alive, began swirling till it had created a void of swirling darkness.
The man simply strode towards it and dissapeared inside. Harry frowned, he was sure he felt something when the void had appeared, but … well, he'd ask the man when he got the chance.
Together with Sirius, Harry walked into the void, feeling something swirling around him, though he didn't quite understand what, it wasn't a physical feeling, like the wind, so what was it? He'd have to ask the man that was well, it seemed.
Suddenly Harry heard a gasp, and wondered who it was for a second, before he realized it was himself. Sirius beside him appeared just as surprised. They were standing on the grounds of a castle that appeared to be made out of a mountainside, part of it was shaped from the strong black rock that made the mountain, jutting out and around, but it obviously went deep inside it as well.
To one side was a thick mass of trees, shrubs and vines that was completely out of control, and he could hear the sound of running water within it.
Turning his attention back to the castle, he realized that it was a lot bigger than Hogwarts, if the inside of the mountain went by the same scale as the outer.
The odd man who they had followed here smiled at them, even though some sort of spell made darkness hide his features from view, they could see, for a moment, lips that quirked upwards slightly, before he moved a little, and shadows covered it again.
"Come with me please, we will go to my office, and talk there, where none of the students can overhear. They will try of course, I would be very dissapointed if they didn't," Harry didn't get a word of what the man had said. He wanted the students to spy on him? Sirius, on the other hand, was looking curiously at the back of the man, as if wondering if he had been handed the answer to a question.
Harry shrugged inwardly and followed the man, who strode ahead, sometimes looking towards a place and laughing softly, as if something he saw amused him. Harry saw nothing, though he looked carefully where the other man did, as did Sirius.
The hallways were as difficult – if not more so – than Hogwarts to navigate, Harry had never thought that he would think that about any place, but this just proved that everything was possible.
Finally they reached what must have been the man's office, because he entered, took out a wand and muttered something, instantly a man, who looked about nineteen, appeared in the back of the office. "Out," the man told the him.
The other simply nodded and was gone.
"Please, be seated. You may call me Shadow Master. As you, Mr. Black, may have guessed, this is the Seekers Acadamy. Don't ask me why it's called that, I have no idea, it was lost in the mists of time, since the Acadamy has been around for … hmm … at least ten thousand years I'd guess."
Harry had absolutely no idea what the man was talking about, until he suddenly remembered a few moments from a History of Magic lesson, he'd woken up for a moment and then fallen asleep again, as far as he could recall.
"The Seekers Acadamy is supposedly a school that teaches people to become fighters, whether in magic or other means. As far as the world knows it is a myth. They supposedly teach such things as assassination and the arts of spying…"
After that Binn's must have gone on to something far more boring than fighters and assassins, since Harry was sure he'd fallen asleep.
Shadow Master smiled at Harry. "I see you know something of the Acadamy, no doubt that it is a myth that you shouldn't pay any attention to. We've gone to great lenghts to keep out of sight from both the magical and Muggle worlds, with a great deal of success. We need to keep hidden, since we've killed enough people from the upper levels of power over the years, for varying reasons," he said.
Harry only just managed not to gape. These people had killed people like the Minister of Magic? Or the Muggle prime minister? It was somewhat hard to believe that anyone would place themselves at so much risk, but he supposed that to some the risk was worth the gain.
"So why did you bring us here?"
Sirius demanded. "As far as I'm aware, you only accept people who come to
you, and only those who are deffinately not going to betray the Acadamy, and
who really want to be spies or assassins, can find this place."
"Normally that would be the case,
yes, but young Mr. Potter has a talent for these arts, and he will not be able
to learn them to their full extent anywhere else," Shadow Master informed
Sirius calmly. Why was the man always so calm?
"And why would I allow my godson to learn spying and assassination?" Sirius snarled immediately, made angry by the very suggestion of it.
Harry touched his godfathers arm gently. "I believe that's my choice, Sirius, let's listen to what Shadow Master has to say," he told him.
Sirius blinked in surprise, surprise at what, exactly, Harry wasn't sure.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Assassination is not all that we teach here, we can teach you to work with swords, archery, unarmed combat, daggers, knife throwing, and any other weapon you can think of. We can teach you to duel, the dark arts as well as their defence, but I believe that there is something that you alone can learn. I will go into that later, when I am sure of it. The decision is yours, Mr. Potter, learn or leave," Shadow Master told him.
Harry glanced at his godfather, and before the thought had even occurred to him, Shadow Master spoke again. "And your godfather is welcome to study here as well, I understand that you, Mr. Black, were reknown for your love of sneaking around, and getting in trouble. Perhaps you would find it to your advantage if you learned some of our non magic combat modes."
Sirius stiffened slightly. "That depends on Harry's decision," he replied warily. Harry sighed to himself, slightly.
"I think that I'll accept, but I want to know first, can I send letters to friends?" Harry said cautiously. Sirius smiled approvingly at him.
"You will be able to, so long as you do not mention your own real name, and so long as the letters do not touch this place in any form," Shadow Master replied calmly.
Harry thought for a moment. "I accept then. What do I have to do now?" he said.
Shadow Master laughed. "For now, you will be taken to a room, your godfather may of course remain near by. Wolf!" The next second a man, about thirty Harry thought, appeared in the doorway.
"Shadow Master," he said formally, bowing slightly, he motioned for Sirius and Harry to follow him, and backed out with another bow.
Harry and Sirius followed, neither bowed, and Harry was sure that the man, Wolf, Shadow Master had called him, frowned slightly in a disaproving way, though he said nothing.
Wolf led them through corridors that stretched deep into the moutainside. There were occasionally sounds of battle, and once they saw what looked unpleasantly like a spash of blood on the wall, being cleaned by a house-elf.
Finally they entered a section of the place in which doors led off the corridor on either side, and it was at two of these doors that Wolf stopped.
"If you have any questions, please ask them now," he stated coolly. Neither Harry nor Sirius said anything. After a moment he nodded. "Very well. Death here is a daily reality. If you do not kill yourself by accident with a weapon, you might be killed in a duel or brawl. These are encouraged most of the time. You have only just arrived, none of your clothes have any pins or colours of any sort, this means that you are new and no one will try to kill you for an offense that you were not aware of the rules. When you have progressed enough that you know the rules and are a decent hand with a weapon of some description, you will be given various levels of colours and pins, however many your teachers decide that you deserve, or the Shadow Master does. You will be instructed further in that later, by someone who is more accustomed to teaching. You will be shown the way around this place in the near future, when it becomes necessary for you to be go somewhere. Perhaps we will meet again sometime, if we are still alive," with this somewhat unpleasant farewell, Wolf was gone.
"I don't like him," Sirius muttered coldly.
"I don't think we are supposed to," Harry replied, but his tone was just as cold. Wolf reminded him of Draco Malfoy, someone he would rather not remember if at all possible.
He opened one of the doors, and Sirius the other, walking into rooms that were exact copies of each other.
He walked inside taking out the things from various pockets where he had shrunk it. He unshrunk them all and set the things up, noticing that there were clothes, like a uniform of sorts, his where all white, and had no mark at all.
He put his things away, someday he'd need them again, he wasn't planning on hiding from the wizarding world forever, and maybe Fudge would die sometime in an attack, and the next Minister would be in favour of him coming back.
He fell onto the double bed wearily, it was morning and he'd been moving more than half of the night, he was asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
He had an odd dream, many people in cloaks and hoods, not Death Eaters, the feeling coming from them was not one of sadness and pain, but one of happiness, friendship and familiarity.
They said nothing, forming a circle with him seated on … something … in the centre of it. All through his sleep no nightmare came his way, and many pleasant dreams.
When he woke it was to another white robed figure shaking him gently. "Wake you, it's time to go to lessons," the woman told him. Harry's eyes flickered open and he frowned slightly, what was a woman doing here?
Then he pushed himself up a little, till he was propped up on his elbows. "Would you mind leaving while I dress?" he asked her politely, and she blushed, and hurried out, presumably to wake Sirius. He wished her luck.
Harry got out and walked over to the wardrobe, taking out a set of the plain white practice clothes and dressing himself quickly, he walked into the hallway, just as the woman came out of the other door.
"I'm Sparrow," she told him calmly. "I'll be taking you to your first class, and your sleepy friend to his."
"Won't they be the same?" Harry asked her, slightly confused.
"No, what you will learn differs because of his experience in the world, and do not tell me your name or his, no one here has names until they choose one to be known by. Usually people choose the name of their animagus form," she replied, and Sirius came out dressed in the white robes in time to hear the last.
"You can call me Padfoot then," he remarked. "So, what's the first class?"
"You'll find out when you get there, now please follow me," Sparrow replied, heading off down the corridors. Harry and Sirius jogged to keep up with her, she was a fast walker, and probably wanted to get to her own classes.
Harry's class was the first they came to, a room much like the Hogwarts classrooms, he was about to ask Sparrow a question, but she was already gone, Sirius at her heels, so he walked inside.
There was a man, medium age, Harry supposed, sitting perched on a stool behind the front desk. He gestured for Harry to come in. "It's been a while since I had a pupil, most of the people who come here either don't have the ability, or already have their animagus forms," he remarked.
He was going to learn how to be an animagus? Harry thought, surprised and happy at once. "Isn't that against the law?" he asked with a slight frown.
"Of course it is, that's why we teach it," the man replied in a kindly tone. "I'm Tiger, by the way," Harry nodded. "And you aren't going to tell me your name because you don't have an animagus form!" He added in extremely cheerful tones.
Harry merely nodded again. "You can call me James, if you like," he said after a moments thought. "Me and Padfoot have used it before when we don't want people to know who we really are."
Tiger looked at him and nodded his head after a moments thought, looking at Harry as if wandering if this was his real name and no doubt another hundred questions that Harry would never have thought of.
"Very well, James, let us work on an animagus form for you so that others may call you something – tell no one else that you have allowed me to use this name, because the more who know of it, the more chance that they will work out the code that you used to think up the name and therefore expose your real one," Tiger told him.
Harry nodded coolly, this logic was reasonable since his father had been called James so there was something to tie him to this name that he had chosen.
Tiger settled behind his desk, and Harry took the seat in front of it. They started with a review of what Harry had learnt of animagi in Hogwarts, and Tiger seemed a little surprised at how much he didn't know, but they both decided that you were taught more and better should you choose advanced Transfiguration when you finished the O.W.L's.
It took a pitifully short time to get through that, and once they had done that, Tiger sighed. "You have a lot to learn, and until you have learned this, you will have no other lessons. Every morning you will come here to me, while Padfoot goes to various lessons. Every night you will return to your rooms and sleep, before coming here again when morning comes around. Let's get started."
Harry sat attentatively listening to the words that Tiger spoke, slotting them away in his mind to remember, once the man had finished the basic rules of the transformation, he had Harry recite them back, word for word.
Harry didn't quite fulfill the last requirement, though he had the whole lecture summed up, but this was not good enough for Tiger, who insisted on repeating every word of the lecture until Harry had it word perfect.
It took them four times to get that far, but Tiger assured him that this was good for a child and someone who was not used to the standards of work that were used here.
Then it was time to learn the basic way of performing the transformation, which was apparently to let go of his mind and embrace whatever shape it was that would become his animagus form. Apparently he wouldn't know what this was until he had begun the spell, and once started, the spell was irraversable, unless it didn't work, an outcome which had an eighty percent chance of unfolding.
The first transformation was painful, Tiger said, and slow, but after that there would be no pain, and as he transformed more often, he would become faster and faster, until he no longer even had to think about it, and the transformation occurred with the speed of an eyeblink.
"You will not transform until you have learnt all of the theory behind this, and then not without me being there to oversee you," Tiger added. "If you do, the consequences will be decidedly unpleasant."
Harry did not ask what those consiquence might be, the man looked perfecly capable of killing someone, for all he appeared quite a nice person otherwise.
That night Harry followed Sparrow back to his rooms with Sirius, who came into Harry's room with him, feeling completely exhausted. They talked for a while of what each had done through the day, before Sirius returned to his own room and Harry collapsed on his bed in complete exhaustion.
It seemed he'd hardly closed his eyes when he was woken again by Sparrow in the early morning. "Tiger wants you to come early today," she told him, stepping back out of the room to allow him to change into his clothes.
This set the pattern for the next week, which he spent learning all about the art of animagi with Tiger, Sirius helped a little in the half an hour that they spent together each night, before they were both too worn out to say any more.
But a week later there was a change. A very big one at that. Tiger decided that Harry had learnt enough and they would be performing animagus spell the next day.
Harry was given the day off to prepare, and Sirius was also granted the day off at Harry's request so that they could spend some time together, something that otherwise never happened.
Sirius and he spent the day happily, talking of things that happened before they had come to the Seekers Acadamy.
"So what can you tell me about my parents years at school?" Harry asked curiously.
Sirius's eyes misted over suddenly. "I know what I can tell you about! Graduation day! God that was funny!"
"What was?" Harry demanded impatiently. "Come on, tell me!"
"Well, what happened was this …"
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, known as the Marauders by the Hogwarts population, woke one brilliant summers morning with the knowledge that they would soon be out of Hogwarts for good.
"No more pranks," Sirius whined.
"Oh stop whinging Sirius! Today's prank will be brilliant!" It was a month before the end of the school year, but the seventh years would sit the N.E.W.T.'s in Hogwarts, even though the tests were not actually part of their school year and did not contribute to whether or not they graduated.
The Marauders, well known for their pranks and jokes, had decided that since they had to go out, they would go out with a bang!
The day progressed and the four finished all of the necessary preparations for their plans before the Graduation Ceremony was held. The Seventh Years gathered in the Great Hall with the whole school watching them as they moved onwards in their lives and left the school.
The ceremony went without hitch, Minerva McGonagall, who had become the head of Gryffindor House three years before, was watching the Marauders with a hard stare, as if making sure that they didn't try anything.
That is, it went well until Severus Snape, the main enemy and target of the Marauders turn came around.
"Severus Snape," Dumbledore intoned gravely and the Slytherin prefect walked at a dignified pace, looking as though he had put fresh slime in his hair just that morning, ignoring the titterings of the Gryffindor students, who all hated him with a passion. He was halfway through his journey to the front of the hall and all eyes were on the Marauders, who were glaring daggers at the boy, but making no move to do anything.
But then, they didn't have to, they didn't want to get in trouble on their last day of school, and therefore had planned a trigger for the prank that they had laid. Certainly they often did this anyway, but usually they got caught with the trigger before they could get rid of it. This time it would self-destruct the moment after it activated.
And to make it even better, Lily was the one who would be activating it. She hated Snape with as much passion as the Marauders did, and had been possitively thrilled at the idea that her boyfriend and his friends had come up with, and was only to happy to help them with it and keep them from getting in trouble.
She had a small golden ring on her finger, and when the Marauders all looked up at her and nodded slightly, she turned it three times to the left and then one to the right.
Immediately there was a flash of light and Severus Snape was dressed in a Muggle ballgown with high heeled shoes (made of glass) his hair had been put up in a fancy style and his face was completely covered in far to much Muggle make-up.
At the same time a concealed camera took a picture that no one but the Marauders and Lily knew about as yet, and then there was another flash, and suddenly Severus Snape the fluro green, orange and pink chicken was running around in circles squarking angrilly.
Another picture was taken by the hidden camera.
It went on like this with Snape becoming a rather large list of various forms: a green pig, complete with a pool of mud, a fluro orange mouse running from a cat done in Gryffindor colours, back to the chicken and then to the ballgown once more, though still covered in mud from the pig incident.
The entire hall had erupted in laughter long since, and the teachers were all looking absolutely furious. "If I find the one that did this they will not be allowed to sit their N.E.W.T.'s if they are Graduating today, and will instead repeat the last two years of school! Along with serving a detention every night! If it was someone from another year, they will be placed on suspension for an indeffinate ammount of time!" McGonagall shrieked furiously.
Snape had fled the hall in disgrace.
A week later, when the teachers finally admitted defeat, after it being proved that the Marauders had had nothing to do with setting off the prank, though it wasn't sure whether or not they had created it in the first place, the students found a spell set up in the Great Hall that asked for a sickle in return for a badge that had a moving picture of Snape in a ballgown on it.
Once you paid the money, the badge appeared in your hand, but it wouldn't if you did not first pay the correct money. The students who bought them (everyone except the Slytherins) soon found that the pictures changed in sequence to show every one of Snape's humiliations.
"That," Sirius finished, "was the best week of my life! We made a lot of money from those things to!"
Harry laughed in delight at the story. "I want one of those badges!" He remarked.
"Well, I think that we left the remnants of the batch with Remus, so when we leave here, we can always ask him for one," Sirius suggested with a faint smile.
Harry laughed again. "Well, I'd better get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a very busy day," he remarked.
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