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Disclaimer: I'm looking into a car, and the HP series is copyrighted by Rowling, and none of this belongs to me..don't sue.
Chapter 2: Pendenciero
The next month at Hogwarts, James and Sirius were in their usual routine: try-to-see-who-could-stay-up-the-longest.and prank-everyone-available- during-the-night, of course.
In fourth year, they had erupted this brillant(ly stupid) idea. Why don't we turn into animals? All four of us.
So after a year of researching and getting potion ingredients- not to mention the brewing time-the Marauders wanted to try to practice transforming, as they had already taken the potion, right after Remus' last transformation.
All in all, the four parts had been consumed by the four of them. Now they just needed to practice the actual art of transforming.and to do it in record time. Good luck.
#Flashback#
The four friends gleefully entered the astronomy tower to begin practicing. It was nighttime, part of the reason the tower was picked, so the moon and stars shone- more brightly than muggles saw- down, cascading into the room. Even with the light, most places in the room were still shadowed. Which they used to their advantage just as a slim figure walked into the room.
Two words: Hufflepuff girl.
Peter quietly announced, "Let's leave now, she won't hear us. Not with the invisibility cloak."
"Shut-up, you dumbass," James shot back, "with the four of us, a sleeping Snivellus could hear the grand exit...and what is she doing?"
Peter was already looking, but Remus and Sirius turned to see her just sitting. That's all. Sitting.
So much fun.
Her yellow, Hufflepuff symbolic robes tumbled down her figure, illuminating the curves, just perfectly. She wasn't the skinniest in the world, but certainly not fat, either. She probably had to work to keep her figure; nothing guys knew anything about.
"So.." But Remus quieted immediately because of the other people who started to trickle in.
After what seemed an eternity, the astronomy professor, who gave a midnight lesson, said, "That's it my dears. Finish your homework and you may leave." Many did leave with the teacher, but a few, including the Hufflepuff, remained, examinating the stars through the Lateo Effigia Telescope.
After a while, the girl was the only one left, yet again. Peter just wanted to leave, yet again. And Sirius didn't feel tired anymore, yet again.at least not with this intriguing person.
Silent Footsteps.
Remus' expert ears caught them so he was obliged to notify the others.
"Someone is back?"
"Maybe they never left."
"Impossible."
"Well maybe they were never here."
"Possible," James looked thoughtful.
The new figure emerged. The silhouettes were instantly enlightened and even a toddler would be able to tell the new arrival was male.
"I didn't think you would wait for me," the man informed.
"Of course, my sweet." What type of bullshit is this? My sweet. Sirius snorted, carefully, as not to be overheard.
"I want to show you this," and the figure produced an object, "for you, luv."
A block of wood? What was he playing at? Or more importantly, what type of beau is he? I mean look, it's a block of wood. Absolutely factious.
"I can't see it properly. Not with this lighting."
"Only some Latin rubbish. But without beating around the bush, if you talk into it, I can hear you on the other end," he said, obviously trying to be seductive.
The girl's eyes lit up. The dark figurine wasn't done, but with the next part, you could tell he was a little wet behind the ears, "Do I deserve a kiss, m'lady?"
Even with the uncertainty in his voice, she couldn't bare not saying, "Not just."
It was a light kiss; eventually it was more passionate, but soon the boys felt ready to empty their stomachs, for the beau had managed to get her bra off and was enthusiastically trying to undo her pants while caressing her breasts.
What a lovely site. Not.
Just then, a telescope fell, (I wonder how? Cough, Marauders, cough) directing everyone's attention that way. The girl did the zipper on her pants and donned her bra. They were done and left soon after. But what neither of them knew was that during this. session. Sirius had duplicated the block of wood, and levitated the second to himself. The marauders will have fun with this!
#End Flashback#
*Maybe that is best. They can all thank me when I figure out this code. They can all thank me when I build something like this, but for ourselves. * Sirius was a person most girls would grow weak at the knees for. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Okay, so he was also furtive and brooding. He did have an aura about him that clearly said 'don't mess with me, missy.'
In fact, most times you couldn't tell if he was innocent or not. He certainly looked the latter. But he was always thinking. Always on this toes. Always with a plan. Always.
The "rubber knees girls" would never ask him out though. Fear most likely. Fear of failure. Fear of being turned down. Fear. Maybe even that this man, as he certainly wasn't a schoolboy, would hurt them. Maybe.but definitely fear. Have I made my point?
Anyway, the wheels in Sirius' head turned more than usually last year. It wasn't like he needed to prove himself or anything... He just wanted to do this. For himself. For his friends. By himself. Something alone, without the Marauders behind-
"Earth to Sirius!" James was presently shouting, "Where were you buddy? I thought I would have to charm ice water to attack you before you would decide to grace us with your presence, mentally."
"Well, that won't be necessary." Sirius shot Peter, James, and Remus a half amused, half disgusted look..like normal.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Remus reasoned.
"Why won't Remus shut his damned mouth? Where's my penny?" He asked for the penny with a smirk playing across his mouth. By the stunned faces, he added exasperatly, "Just kidding!" So they released their breaths and breathed. Where were they going to find a muggle penny? Exactly. They couldn't. Not at school, at least.
"Any new prank ideas, James?"
"Oh yea. I'm always full of new ideas," he said with an 'almost evil' grin on his face.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Sirius said with a forced chuckle.
The four Marauders stayed up until 2:00 a.m. discussing the Christmas prank. This one would rock the pants off the teachers. Quite literally.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ Chapter 3: Sirius' Escapar
Gracefully soaring above the sky, the eagle swept into the trees, scrambling all the leaves. Finally, the creature soared into the Owlery at Hogwarts. With the morning mail the eagle would deliver the letter to none other than Sirius Black.
The Blacks were different. They wanted to be different. Or at least known as different. As long as they were known. So they had a black eagle for owl post. Absolutely defying the 'owl' in owl post.
Everyone knew this. Just like the Blacks wanted. Most no one knew that Sirius hated eagles. No one. Probably because he was so secretive. But as the black bird flew in, the day before Christmas break, Sirius groaned.
Him and his fellow Marauders had already been chastised for their prank earlier that morning. He didn't need his parents yelling at him via a letter. *Couldn't they wait until I get home? *
"Ugh. Why Peter?"
"What are you talking about?"
"We had planned to do the prank early. Which we did. And I didn't get any sleep by the way. *Why* did you have to drop your handkerchief?"
Tough luck, Sirius, buddy.
But he was speaking truthfully. They wouldn't have gotten caught if it weren't for that damn handkerchief. Wait, why did he even have one to begin with?
Anyway, Sirius was pissed at Peter. He was pissed at the Teachers for catching him. Pissed at his peers for being so damn Argus-eyed of his whereabouts. Now he hated the innocent eagle flying directly to him.
But I have to agree, his life sucked.
"Yes! Yes!" What in the world is that about? Huh..
Sirius realized he was standing and sunk into his chair before you could even say, "Loser."
"What is it?"
"My parents told me I had to come home.as you know..but apparently now, they don't want me. I'm such a loved child." Sarcasm dripped from Sirius' last sentence, but, nonetheless, his face lit up. But he still did not so much as smirk.
"You and Remus can pull pranks without me and Pete, as long as you write down what you do."
See the marauders have this thing. They like to keep a record of all pranks that were performed, so no prank is done twice. Course not, 'cause that would make them look too incompetent and unimaginative.
"No, not with only 50% of the gang. Absolutely not."
"Come on. At least practice transforming faster. You already know that's what I'll be doing at home."
"Okay."
This conversation was so soft; no one at the Gryffindor table could hear them. Soon after that, they were walking back to the common room when the Hufflepuff girl that was in the astronomy tower the year before- the one they only think about when she is in their class. The one they admire from afar- came up to the group and yelled, vigorously, "That was very inconsiderate of you four. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Always vexing others. Dishonor. Dishonor to your family!"
There was a pause, and then she said, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sirius' knew, immediately, that she was talking of the prank. Dishonor. She made his blood boil right under his skin. *Dishonor? How would she know the slightest about dishonor? She's a Hufflepuff! Probably just like her parents were placed in and her children will be after she has left this school.*
"And you think your so incorrigible?" He shot back at her.
"Twinkle-faries."
Yea. I know what your thinking. Twinkle-faries? It's the password. To the Gryffindor common room.
"You're a Gryffindor?" Peter blurted accidentally. He has these moments, like all people, where he doesn't think very clearly.
"No. But since the four of you are so high on your pedestals, I wouldn't suppose you even knew what house I belong to. Even though I'm almost always with them..talk about self-evident truths." She murmured the last sentence.
"Your barking up the wrong tree." Remus supplied for the flabbergasted other three.
"Am I? Am I? I remember you coming into the common room late last night. I know what you have done to the teachers- marauding around. I'll see to it that you are adequately chastised. 50 points from Gryffindor."
She turned and went to one of the girl's dormitories.
"How can she do that?"
"Obviously, she's a prefect. Or maybe head girl."
"No, head girl is that one chick."
"Well that explains a lot.that one chick."
"She hates us. I think she's prejudice against Gryffindors."
"And I think you are wrong. Her best friend is in Gryffindor. How else would she get the password?"
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You like? This is mainly to SpiderSquirrel: you're the only one who reads this, anyway. lol.
I put two chapters in here. Mainly cause I was bored. I won't usually though.
-Glitterdust
Disclaimer: I'm looking into a car, and the HP series is copyrighted by Rowling, and none of this belongs to me..don't sue.
Chapter 2: Pendenciero
The next month at Hogwarts, James and Sirius were in their usual routine: try-to-see-who-could-stay-up-the-longest.and prank-everyone-available- during-the-night, of course.
In fourth year, they had erupted this brillant(ly stupid) idea. Why don't we turn into animals? All four of us.
So after a year of researching and getting potion ingredients- not to mention the brewing time-the Marauders wanted to try to practice transforming, as they had already taken the potion, right after Remus' last transformation.
All in all, the four parts had been consumed by the four of them. Now they just needed to practice the actual art of transforming.and to do it in record time. Good luck.
#Flashback#
The four friends gleefully entered the astronomy tower to begin practicing. It was nighttime, part of the reason the tower was picked, so the moon and stars shone- more brightly than muggles saw- down, cascading into the room. Even with the light, most places in the room were still shadowed. Which they used to their advantage just as a slim figure walked into the room.
Two words: Hufflepuff girl.
Peter quietly announced, "Let's leave now, she won't hear us. Not with the invisibility cloak."
"Shut-up, you dumbass," James shot back, "with the four of us, a sleeping Snivellus could hear the grand exit...and what is she doing?"
Peter was already looking, but Remus and Sirius turned to see her just sitting. That's all. Sitting.
So much fun.
Her yellow, Hufflepuff symbolic robes tumbled down her figure, illuminating the curves, just perfectly. She wasn't the skinniest in the world, but certainly not fat, either. She probably had to work to keep her figure; nothing guys knew anything about.
"So.." But Remus quieted immediately because of the other people who started to trickle in.
After what seemed an eternity, the astronomy professor, who gave a midnight lesson, said, "That's it my dears. Finish your homework and you may leave." Many did leave with the teacher, but a few, including the Hufflepuff, remained, examinating the stars through the Lateo Effigia Telescope.
After a while, the girl was the only one left, yet again. Peter just wanted to leave, yet again. And Sirius didn't feel tired anymore, yet again.at least not with this intriguing person.
Silent Footsteps.
Remus' expert ears caught them so he was obliged to notify the others.
"Someone is back?"
"Maybe they never left."
"Impossible."
"Well maybe they were never here."
"Possible," James looked thoughtful.
The new figure emerged. The silhouettes were instantly enlightened and even a toddler would be able to tell the new arrival was male.
"I didn't think you would wait for me," the man informed.
"Of course, my sweet." What type of bullshit is this? My sweet. Sirius snorted, carefully, as not to be overheard.
"I want to show you this," and the figure produced an object, "for you, luv."
A block of wood? What was he playing at? Or more importantly, what type of beau is he? I mean look, it's a block of wood. Absolutely factious.
"I can't see it properly. Not with this lighting."
"Only some Latin rubbish. But without beating around the bush, if you talk into it, I can hear you on the other end," he said, obviously trying to be seductive.
The girl's eyes lit up. The dark figurine wasn't done, but with the next part, you could tell he was a little wet behind the ears, "Do I deserve a kiss, m'lady?"
Even with the uncertainty in his voice, she couldn't bare not saying, "Not just."
It was a light kiss; eventually it was more passionate, but soon the boys felt ready to empty their stomachs, for the beau had managed to get her bra off and was enthusiastically trying to undo her pants while caressing her breasts.
What a lovely site. Not.
Just then, a telescope fell, (I wonder how? Cough, Marauders, cough) directing everyone's attention that way. The girl did the zipper on her pants and donned her bra. They were done and left soon after. But what neither of them knew was that during this. session. Sirius had duplicated the block of wood, and levitated the second to himself. The marauders will have fun with this!
#End Flashback#
*Maybe that is best. They can all thank me when I figure out this code. They can all thank me when I build something like this, but for ourselves. * Sirius was a person most girls would grow weak at the knees for. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Okay, so he was also furtive and brooding. He did have an aura about him that clearly said 'don't mess with me, missy.'
In fact, most times you couldn't tell if he was innocent or not. He certainly looked the latter. But he was always thinking. Always on this toes. Always with a plan. Always.
The "rubber knees girls" would never ask him out though. Fear most likely. Fear of failure. Fear of being turned down. Fear. Maybe even that this man, as he certainly wasn't a schoolboy, would hurt them. Maybe.but definitely fear. Have I made my point?
Anyway, the wheels in Sirius' head turned more than usually last year. It wasn't like he needed to prove himself or anything... He just wanted to do this. For himself. For his friends. By himself. Something alone, without the Marauders behind-
"Earth to Sirius!" James was presently shouting, "Where were you buddy? I thought I would have to charm ice water to attack you before you would decide to grace us with your presence, mentally."
"Well, that won't be necessary." Sirius shot Peter, James, and Remus a half amused, half disgusted look..like normal.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Remus reasoned.
"Why won't Remus shut his damned mouth? Where's my penny?" He asked for the penny with a smirk playing across his mouth. By the stunned faces, he added exasperatly, "Just kidding!" So they released their breaths and breathed. Where were they going to find a muggle penny? Exactly. They couldn't. Not at school, at least.
"Any new prank ideas, James?"
"Oh yea. I'm always full of new ideas," he said with an 'almost evil' grin on his face.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Sirius said with a forced chuckle.
The four Marauders stayed up until 2:00 a.m. discussing the Christmas prank. This one would rock the pants off the teachers. Quite literally.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ Chapter 3: Sirius' Escapar
Gracefully soaring above the sky, the eagle swept into the trees, scrambling all the leaves. Finally, the creature soared into the Owlery at Hogwarts. With the morning mail the eagle would deliver the letter to none other than Sirius Black.
The Blacks were different. They wanted to be different. Or at least known as different. As long as they were known. So they had a black eagle for owl post. Absolutely defying the 'owl' in owl post.
Everyone knew this. Just like the Blacks wanted. Most no one knew that Sirius hated eagles. No one. Probably because he was so secretive. But as the black bird flew in, the day before Christmas break, Sirius groaned.
Him and his fellow Marauders had already been chastised for their prank earlier that morning. He didn't need his parents yelling at him via a letter. *Couldn't they wait until I get home? *
"Ugh. Why Peter?"
"What are you talking about?"
"We had planned to do the prank early. Which we did. And I didn't get any sleep by the way. *Why* did you have to drop your handkerchief?"
Tough luck, Sirius, buddy.
But he was speaking truthfully. They wouldn't have gotten caught if it weren't for that damn handkerchief. Wait, why did he even have one to begin with?
Anyway, Sirius was pissed at Peter. He was pissed at the Teachers for catching him. Pissed at his peers for being so damn Argus-eyed of his whereabouts. Now he hated the innocent eagle flying directly to him.
But I have to agree, his life sucked.
"Yes! Yes!" What in the world is that about? Huh..
Sirius realized he was standing and sunk into his chair before you could even say, "Loser."
"What is it?"
"My parents told me I had to come home.as you know..but apparently now, they don't want me. I'm such a loved child." Sarcasm dripped from Sirius' last sentence, but, nonetheless, his face lit up. But he still did not so much as smirk.
"You and Remus can pull pranks without me and Pete, as long as you write down what you do."
See the marauders have this thing. They like to keep a record of all pranks that were performed, so no prank is done twice. Course not, 'cause that would make them look too incompetent and unimaginative.
"No, not with only 50% of the gang. Absolutely not."
"Come on. At least practice transforming faster. You already know that's what I'll be doing at home."
"Okay."
This conversation was so soft; no one at the Gryffindor table could hear them. Soon after that, they were walking back to the common room when the Hufflepuff girl that was in the astronomy tower the year before- the one they only think about when she is in their class. The one they admire from afar- came up to the group and yelled, vigorously, "That was very inconsiderate of you four. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Always vexing others. Dishonor. Dishonor to your family!"
There was a pause, and then she said, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sirius' knew, immediately, that she was talking of the prank. Dishonor. She made his blood boil right under his skin. *Dishonor? How would she know the slightest about dishonor? She's a Hufflepuff! Probably just like her parents were placed in and her children will be after she has left this school.*
"And you think your so incorrigible?" He shot back at her.
"Twinkle-faries."
Yea. I know what your thinking. Twinkle-faries? It's the password. To the Gryffindor common room.
"You're a Gryffindor?" Peter blurted accidentally. He has these moments, like all people, where he doesn't think very clearly.
"No. But since the four of you are so high on your pedestals, I wouldn't suppose you even knew what house I belong to. Even though I'm almost always with them..talk about self-evident truths." She murmured the last sentence.
"Your barking up the wrong tree." Remus supplied for the flabbergasted other three.
"Am I? Am I? I remember you coming into the common room late last night. I know what you have done to the teachers- marauding around. I'll see to it that you are adequately chastised. 50 points from Gryffindor."
She turned and went to one of the girl's dormitories.
"How can she do that?"
"Obviously, she's a prefect. Or maybe head girl."
"No, head girl is that one chick."
"Well that explains a lot.that one chick."
"She hates us. I think she's prejudice against Gryffindors."
"And I think you are wrong. Her best friend is in Gryffindor. How else would she get the password?"
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You like? This is mainly to SpiderSquirrel: you're the only one who reads this, anyway. lol.
I put two chapters in here. Mainly cause I was bored. I won't usually though.
-Glitterdust
