24 HOURS
Summary: Every minute for 24 hours from many different points of view.
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot. The idea of 24 hours from the series 24 hours. (no shit huh)
THANK U THANK U to the two people who reviewed!
mysticaldreams: you'll see about Sirius's mum soon though I must say yes it does seem pretty weird for him and his mum to be loving. Thanks for pointing that out! Also, thanks for the little tutorial on how to cut someone off effectively using signs...very nice. Greatly appreciated dude. You rock.
LJstagflower4e/JCtigerwolf4e: loving the nick name... thanks for the compliments! ( Haha yes I'm worrying about how I am going to carry off that bit...you rock as well!
Chapter 2: Next 5 minutes or so...
James's blood froze. Well not literally, but it did feel that way. He stood there in shock, the scream had not been Remus's usual screams of pain when he transformed. In fact, that sounded scarily like the screams of terror Snivellus was famous for.
"SHIT!..STUPID TREE! STOP MOVING!"
James was now seriously panicking. He had taken to screeching at the tree, in a very un-James like fashion. His chocolate eyes were full of terror as he gazed up at the tree which was now thrashing around even more violently.
That could only mean one thing. Moony had been unleashed.
"Stick..stick...AHA!"
James almost squealed with relief as he picked up a twig from the ground. With a swish of his wand, it turned into a long wooden pole.
As he made a movement forward to press the knot, there was a sudden powerful shove forward, sending him falling to the rocky ground. Instinctively, his hands shot out to break his fall, but that did not stop the sickening crack from sounding beneath him.
His immediate instinct was to remain low, and pray that the branches would not find his injured form on the ground. Fortunately, the pole was still clasped in his sweaty hands, and with lightning speed, characteristic to a Quidditch player, he reached out and the tip of the pole just managed to reach the knot.
Like magic, the whole tree froze. James noticed that a branch had been poised to hit a spot right where his head was two seconds ago, and he gulped nervously.
Without looking back, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring the spasms of pain shooting up his left leg. His hands were cut from the rocks on the ground, and his glasses were knocked askew. In fact, he was sure that the right lens was broken, but there was no time to stop and repair it. Someone was behind him, someone was trying to get to him
Not stopping to logically think about who on earth would be trying to capture him, he launched himself into the passage way behind the willow and started crawling as fast as his leg and hands would allow him to. Of course, this was not very fast, and he could hear the willow start thrashing again.
Thank God, he thought, that would hold whoever it was who pushed me back. As he crawled along, he wondered who on earth could be out at the Whomping Willow at this time. Only someone who knew that he was down there, or that Snape was down there...
He would have automatically figured it out had he been calm and collected, in the common room, sipping a mug of cocoa in front of the fireplace, but due to the fact that he was only feeling half alive, with numbing pains shooting up his legs and his vision rather impaired, he could not for the life of him think what was going on.
His instincts told him to crawl as fast as he can and hope that Snape had not entered the Shack yet. His plan was to yell for him to turn around, and then crawl back to the willow. Somehow, they could freeze the tree and go back to the castle and sort out this whole mess.
Not the best of all plans, but still, it was the best he could think of in this situation.
I have to learn how to think under pressure, thought James, while gritting his teeth as he crawled determinedly forward.
That scream still haunted him, and he was praying that his hearing had failed him, and that it had in fact been Remus.
He had come to the willow, hoping that Snape would not find out about Remus, or better yet, that Snape hadn't come at all, but in his heart, he knew that Snape would never pass up a chance to get them expelled.
Now he was just praying that nobody would get hurt, and that Snape would have the rare decency to shut up about the whole ordeal.
He picked up his pace, hoping against hopes that Snape would show up soon, or better yet, not have come at all. He knew that he could change into Prongs, so in the event that Snape did not show up, he could defend himself easily.
Just as he was letting out a long held breath as Snape showed no sign of being anywhere, he heard someone behind him, crawling much faster than James ever could, and he, or she, was catching up.
It had only be a few minutes from James freezing the tree to where he was now, meaning that the person following must have known about the secret passage, and must have known about the knot.
Alternatively, he could have just followed me, he speculated. However, whoever this was was going to get a taste of what happened when you messed with a Potter.
He did not need another curious second year or one of his admirers messing up his operations.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. What if it was Sirius or Peter? No, they would have had the sense to go to Dumbledore, if anything. They would not come after him, well Peter definitely would not.
Peter was blessed with common sense to rival Remus, so he would have probably dragged Sirius off to see Dumbledore.
Plus, Sirius would never have pushed him to the ground, and he would have called out to him by now, wouldn't he?
James decided that all these thoughts were hindering his progress along the tunnel, and came to the conclusion that whoever it was better keep his distance and not try to mess with him in any way.
Didn't he, or she, know that there was a full grown werewolf at the end of the tunnel? Dumbass.
Suddenly, someone grabbed James's right foot and pulled him back.
Deciding that whoever it was could not be friendly, James summoned all his remaining strength and gave his attacker one powerful kick.
There was a yell of anguish, followed by silence.
James froze, and for the second time that night, his heart leapt to his throat.
He could recognize that voice anywhere.
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Sirius was not one to be frozen in shock for long. Growing up with dark wizards gave him that in bred thirst for action.
Above the noise of the thrashing willow branches, he could make out James screaming.
His first reaction was that James had found Snape, and was yelling at him to get out of the tunnel. However, it did seem curiously like James was shouting at the tree.
How strange, Sirius thought, James never lost his cool like that.
There was no time to consider James's sudden change in temperament, as a branch of the willow tree was raised high in the air, ready to strike James in the back.
Sirius knew that that blow would be near fatal, and did the only thing a good friend would do in this situation.
Shove him out of the way.
James's foot must have caught onto a root of some sort, and he fell forward, straight into the branches of the willow.
Sirius swore under his breath.
That had not gone as planned at all.
Second rash decision he had made that day, pushing James into the branches of the tree.
Hoping that James would have the sense to remain low, he ventured forward to help him up, but a branch swung out, hitting him squarely in the stomach.
Sirius was winded.
He stood there, clutching his stomach, before falling to the ground. That tree had some anger management problems, he thought, keeping his frame close to the ground, praying that if there was a God, to not kill them all this night.
He saw a branch swinging to hit James's head, and threw himself at the branch. Save James, this is all your fault, kept running through his head, and he latched himself onto the branch, trying to control it.
Unconscious to all that was happening, James seemed to just lie on the ground.
Please tell me he's not dead. Please. Sirius thought desperately, as the tree tried to throw him off by raising the branch with Sirius on it high into the air.
Sirius clung on for dear life, willing James to move and freeze the tree. He could not hold on much longer.
James seemed to regain consciousness from where Sirius was, but Sirius was quite far away, and James's leg was crumpled beneath him in an unnatural way.
With a sudden burst of extraordinary power, the tree flung Sirius off its branch, and swung down, planning to hit the stationary James in the head.
Sirius was flung sky high in the air, in the direction of a few bushes, and amidst the terror gripping him, he managed to sort out his thought sufficiently enough to gather that if he turned into Padfoot, his injuries would be less.
If anyone had been watching, they would have been seriously shocked. A fifteen year old boy had been flung sky high, and then suddenly morphed into a black dog. You definitely did not see that every day.
Sirius, contrary to James, worked excellently under pressure, and his guess that animals landed better on ground than humans was proven right.
With a thud, the shaggy black dog landed on all fours, unharmed save a few scratches.
Maybe there is a God after all.
He swung around, looking for James. He scanned the ground, looking for a body sprawled out on the ground, but instead saw a figure launch itself into the passageway, and a particularly large branch frozen at the spot where James formerly had lain.
Sirius, still in the form of a black canine, leapt into the tunnel, finding that he could crawl through as a dog, much more easily.
The downside was that he could not call out to James, but he hoped that James would have the sense to realize the only person who would know so much about the tree and passageway was either him, Peter, or Madame Silastra.
He also hoped that James would realize the only crazy person out of that group who would actually follow James down that route of death was Sirius.
He saw James in the distance, and decided to change back into Sirius, and call out to James. He had made great time, and although the situation was deathly serious, Sirius felt rather proud of his quick thinking. Trust Sirius to think of something like that at a time like this.
He sprawled out on the floor as a dog, and changed back into Sirius the boy.
He had never attempted changing forms in an enclosed space before, save the Invisibility cloak, but the results were normal, thank God. The last thing he needed was to be found guilty of being an unregistered Animigi on top of the trouble of leading Snape to the willow.
Sirius was starting to feel guilty about what he had done.
His robes were torn and his hands and arms covered in scratches, but other than that, he was in pretty good shape for someone who had been tossed off a branch.
His stomach was still aching from the attack, and he only managed to croak out a feeble, "James!"
James seemed to not hear him, and Sirius did the only thing which seemed appropriate at that time to attract James's attention.
He grasped hold of James leg and gave it a little tug, hoping that James would turn around, and see that he was there to help.
No such luck.
James kicked him hard in the face, and Sirius yelled out in pain, grasping his broken nose.
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Rachel wandered down the corridors, watching as Peter ran out of the common room, passing her by and going in the direction of a few empty classrooms.
She raised an eyebrow, but seeing as she was not one to snoop, continued walking along.
Much to her surprise, a very disheveled Lily Evans leapt out of the portrait hole and raced after Peter.
I always thought it was Lorraine who fancied Peter, Rachel thought to herself, wondering what they were going to get up to in the empty classrooms.
Poor James, Rachel sympathized, Lily must have broken up with Mundungus and was now moving on to Peter without a second look at him.
Well, Stephanie should be happy, perhaps she could still win the bet against Lucinda. 24 hours, was a long time after all. Many things could happen in that period of time.
How right she was.
She had found out the route to the kitchen on one of her dates with James. She had been with James for one week, and found him very sweet, and not at all the rude player people made him out to be.
True, he did love his women, but he never made you feel unwanted. Unless Lily was around, that is.
James's girlfriends all had to live with the fear that if Lily took an interest to James, he would dump them like hot coals and happily take up Lily without second thoughts.
That did not seem very likely to happen in the future though, Rachel mused. Lily seemed pretty hot and heavy with Peter, seeing how they both looked so flustered and eager to dash to empty classrooms to make out.
Wait till she told Stephanie and Lucinda what she had just seen.
She found the kitchens after a 3 minute brisk walk and smiled in remembrance.
A week ago, a very shy Remus Lupin had asked her out, and for their date, he had brought her to the kitchens and had a romantic picnic.
She sighed as she thought of her gorgeous boyfriend, Remus. He was the perfect gentleman, and she could talk to him for ages without getting bored. She could feel herself falling for him. Badly.
Falling in love isn't bad, she consoled herself, just because your last love turned out to be so hurtful does not mean anything. She grinned at this point, remembering the bet she had made with Sarah, Lily's best friend.
Sarah was Rachel's very good friend as well as they had grown up childhood friends, and when Rachel's boyfriend had cheated on her, Sarah swore revenge.
FLASHBACK
"I'll make his life a living hell for you, Rach. Don't worry about it."
"How? Malfoy is influential in almost all social circles! Just forget about it Sarah. He can go with that slut for all I care."
"I bet I could make his life a living hell, Rach. Trust me!"
"What rubbish. Don't risk anything Sarah, please!"
"No, seriously. Don't tell me you don't want to see him pay!"
"Fine..but if you do it.." Rachel, paused at this moment, and Sarah's face fell, thinking that Rachel would forbid her to do it. After all, Rachel was always the good, hardworking pupil.
"Do a good job!" Finished Rachel, and Sarah's face broke out into a grin, similar to that of Sirius.
"You look like Black when you do that," laughed Rachel, and gave Sarah a gentle shove.
"Malfoy will be crawling to you for mercy Rach!" Sarah declared confidently, nodding her head slowly, as if planning what she was going to do and deciding that it was going to be good.
"How long do you think you will take?"
"1 day. The maximum."
"Want to bet on that?" Rachel asked, a hint of a sly smile creeping onto her usually serious face.
"Since when have I turned down a bet?" Sarah pointed out, always ready for a challenge.
"True. Too true. I bet you can't make Malfoy come crawling back to me... It's not as if I would take him back but still, that should be fun..."
"Nonsense! Of course I can!" A very offended Sarah snapped good humouredly, a plan already formed in her mind.
"Whoever loses the bet has to do a dare!" Rachel warned, starting to worry about how serious Sarah was being. She had seen that look on her friend's face only a few times, and that was before half the Slytherins turned up with green hair and red skin for the Christmas feast.
"I'm positive I can do it. No problem. Just give me 24 hours." Sarah said confidently, she knew what she was going to do already.
"You're on." Rachel replied, and they shook on it.
END FLASHBACK.
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There we go! Haha so many bets going on..doesn't that make the opening bit in the first chapter about the bet rather iffy? I wonder what will happen...only TIME WILL TELL.
REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot. The idea of 24 hours from the series 24 hours. (no shit huh)
THANK U THANK U to the two people who reviewed!
mysticaldreams: you'll see about Sirius's mum soon though I must say yes it does seem pretty weird for him and his mum to be loving. Thanks for pointing that out! Also, thanks for the little tutorial on how to cut someone off effectively using signs...very nice. Greatly appreciated dude. You rock.
LJstagflower4e/JCtigerwolf4e: loving the nick name... thanks for the compliments! ( Haha yes I'm worrying about how I am going to carry off that bit...you rock as well!
Chapter 2: Next 5 minutes or so...
James's blood froze. Well not literally, but it did feel that way. He stood there in shock, the scream had not been Remus's usual screams of pain when he transformed. In fact, that sounded scarily like the screams of terror Snivellus was famous for.
"SHIT!..STUPID TREE! STOP MOVING!"
James was now seriously panicking. He had taken to screeching at the tree, in a very un-James like fashion. His chocolate eyes were full of terror as he gazed up at the tree which was now thrashing around even more violently.
That could only mean one thing. Moony had been unleashed.
"Stick..stick...AHA!"
James almost squealed with relief as he picked up a twig from the ground. With a swish of his wand, it turned into a long wooden pole.
As he made a movement forward to press the knot, there was a sudden powerful shove forward, sending him falling to the rocky ground. Instinctively, his hands shot out to break his fall, but that did not stop the sickening crack from sounding beneath him.
His immediate instinct was to remain low, and pray that the branches would not find his injured form on the ground. Fortunately, the pole was still clasped in his sweaty hands, and with lightning speed, characteristic to a Quidditch player, he reached out and the tip of the pole just managed to reach the knot.
Like magic, the whole tree froze. James noticed that a branch had been poised to hit a spot right where his head was two seconds ago, and he gulped nervously.
Without looking back, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring the spasms of pain shooting up his left leg. His hands were cut from the rocks on the ground, and his glasses were knocked askew. In fact, he was sure that the right lens was broken, but there was no time to stop and repair it. Someone was behind him, someone was trying to get to him
Not stopping to logically think about who on earth would be trying to capture him, he launched himself into the passage way behind the willow and started crawling as fast as his leg and hands would allow him to. Of course, this was not very fast, and he could hear the willow start thrashing again.
Thank God, he thought, that would hold whoever it was who pushed me back. As he crawled along, he wondered who on earth could be out at the Whomping Willow at this time. Only someone who knew that he was down there, or that Snape was down there...
He would have automatically figured it out had he been calm and collected, in the common room, sipping a mug of cocoa in front of the fireplace, but due to the fact that he was only feeling half alive, with numbing pains shooting up his legs and his vision rather impaired, he could not for the life of him think what was going on.
His instincts told him to crawl as fast as he can and hope that Snape had not entered the Shack yet. His plan was to yell for him to turn around, and then crawl back to the willow. Somehow, they could freeze the tree and go back to the castle and sort out this whole mess.
Not the best of all plans, but still, it was the best he could think of in this situation.
I have to learn how to think under pressure, thought James, while gritting his teeth as he crawled determinedly forward.
That scream still haunted him, and he was praying that his hearing had failed him, and that it had in fact been Remus.
He had come to the willow, hoping that Snape would not find out about Remus, or better yet, that Snape hadn't come at all, but in his heart, he knew that Snape would never pass up a chance to get them expelled.
Now he was just praying that nobody would get hurt, and that Snape would have the rare decency to shut up about the whole ordeal.
He picked up his pace, hoping against hopes that Snape would show up soon, or better yet, not have come at all. He knew that he could change into Prongs, so in the event that Snape did not show up, he could defend himself easily.
Just as he was letting out a long held breath as Snape showed no sign of being anywhere, he heard someone behind him, crawling much faster than James ever could, and he, or she, was catching up.
It had only be a few minutes from James freezing the tree to where he was now, meaning that the person following must have known about the secret passage, and must have known about the knot.
Alternatively, he could have just followed me, he speculated. However, whoever this was was going to get a taste of what happened when you messed with a Potter.
He did not need another curious second year or one of his admirers messing up his operations.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. What if it was Sirius or Peter? No, they would have had the sense to go to Dumbledore, if anything. They would not come after him, well Peter definitely would not.
Peter was blessed with common sense to rival Remus, so he would have probably dragged Sirius off to see Dumbledore.
Plus, Sirius would never have pushed him to the ground, and he would have called out to him by now, wouldn't he?
James decided that all these thoughts were hindering his progress along the tunnel, and came to the conclusion that whoever it was better keep his distance and not try to mess with him in any way.
Didn't he, or she, know that there was a full grown werewolf at the end of the tunnel? Dumbass.
Suddenly, someone grabbed James's right foot and pulled him back.
Deciding that whoever it was could not be friendly, James summoned all his remaining strength and gave his attacker one powerful kick.
There was a yell of anguish, followed by silence.
James froze, and for the second time that night, his heart leapt to his throat.
He could recognize that voice anywhere.
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Sirius was not one to be frozen in shock for long. Growing up with dark wizards gave him that in bred thirst for action.
Above the noise of the thrashing willow branches, he could make out James screaming.
His first reaction was that James had found Snape, and was yelling at him to get out of the tunnel. However, it did seem curiously like James was shouting at the tree.
How strange, Sirius thought, James never lost his cool like that.
There was no time to consider James's sudden change in temperament, as a branch of the willow tree was raised high in the air, ready to strike James in the back.
Sirius knew that that blow would be near fatal, and did the only thing a good friend would do in this situation.
Shove him out of the way.
James's foot must have caught onto a root of some sort, and he fell forward, straight into the branches of the willow.
Sirius swore under his breath.
That had not gone as planned at all.
Second rash decision he had made that day, pushing James into the branches of the tree.
Hoping that James would have the sense to remain low, he ventured forward to help him up, but a branch swung out, hitting him squarely in the stomach.
Sirius was winded.
He stood there, clutching his stomach, before falling to the ground. That tree had some anger management problems, he thought, keeping his frame close to the ground, praying that if there was a God, to not kill them all this night.
He saw a branch swinging to hit James's head, and threw himself at the branch. Save James, this is all your fault, kept running through his head, and he latched himself onto the branch, trying to control it.
Unconscious to all that was happening, James seemed to just lie on the ground.
Please tell me he's not dead. Please. Sirius thought desperately, as the tree tried to throw him off by raising the branch with Sirius on it high into the air.
Sirius clung on for dear life, willing James to move and freeze the tree. He could not hold on much longer.
James seemed to regain consciousness from where Sirius was, but Sirius was quite far away, and James's leg was crumpled beneath him in an unnatural way.
With a sudden burst of extraordinary power, the tree flung Sirius off its branch, and swung down, planning to hit the stationary James in the head.
Sirius was flung sky high in the air, in the direction of a few bushes, and amidst the terror gripping him, he managed to sort out his thought sufficiently enough to gather that if he turned into Padfoot, his injuries would be less.
If anyone had been watching, they would have been seriously shocked. A fifteen year old boy had been flung sky high, and then suddenly morphed into a black dog. You definitely did not see that every day.
Sirius, contrary to James, worked excellently under pressure, and his guess that animals landed better on ground than humans was proven right.
With a thud, the shaggy black dog landed on all fours, unharmed save a few scratches.
Maybe there is a God after all.
He swung around, looking for James. He scanned the ground, looking for a body sprawled out on the ground, but instead saw a figure launch itself into the passageway, and a particularly large branch frozen at the spot where James formerly had lain.
Sirius, still in the form of a black canine, leapt into the tunnel, finding that he could crawl through as a dog, much more easily.
The downside was that he could not call out to James, but he hoped that James would have the sense to realize the only person who would know so much about the tree and passageway was either him, Peter, or Madame Silastra.
He also hoped that James would realize the only crazy person out of that group who would actually follow James down that route of death was Sirius.
He saw James in the distance, and decided to change back into Sirius, and call out to James. He had made great time, and although the situation was deathly serious, Sirius felt rather proud of his quick thinking. Trust Sirius to think of something like that at a time like this.
He sprawled out on the floor as a dog, and changed back into Sirius the boy.
He had never attempted changing forms in an enclosed space before, save the Invisibility cloak, but the results were normal, thank God. The last thing he needed was to be found guilty of being an unregistered Animigi on top of the trouble of leading Snape to the willow.
Sirius was starting to feel guilty about what he had done.
His robes were torn and his hands and arms covered in scratches, but other than that, he was in pretty good shape for someone who had been tossed off a branch.
His stomach was still aching from the attack, and he only managed to croak out a feeble, "James!"
James seemed to not hear him, and Sirius did the only thing which seemed appropriate at that time to attract James's attention.
He grasped hold of James leg and gave it a little tug, hoping that James would turn around, and see that he was there to help.
No such luck.
James kicked him hard in the face, and Sirius yelled out in pain, grasping his broken nose.
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Rachel wandered down the corridors, watching as Peter ran out of the common room, passing her by and going in the direction of a few empty classrooms.
She raised an eyebrow, but seeing as she was not one to snoop, continued walking along.
Much to her surprise, a very disheveled Lily Evans leapt out of the portrait hole and raced after Peter.
I always thought it was Lorraine who fancied Peter, Rachel thought to herself, wondering what they were going to get up to in the empty classrooms.
Poor James, Rachel sympathized, Lily must have broken up with Mundungus and was now moving on to Peter without a second look at him.
Well, Stephanie should be happy, perhaps she could still win the bet against Lucinda. 24 hours, was a long time after all. Many things could happen in that period of time.
How right she was.
She had found out the route to the kitchen on one of her dates with James. She had been with James for one week, and found him very sweet, and not at all the rude player people made him out to be.
True, he did love his women, but he never made you feel unwanted. Unless Lily was around, that is.
James's girlfriends all had to live with the fear that if Lily took an interest to James, he would dump them like hot coals and happily take up Lily without second thoughts.
That did not seem very likely to happen in the future though, Rachel mused. Lily seemed pretty hot and heavy with Peter, seeing how they both looked so flustered and eager to dash to empty classrooms to make out.
Wait till she told Stephanie and Lucinda what she had just seen.
She found the kitchens after a 3 minute brisk walk and smiled in remembrance.
A week ago, a very shy Remus Lupin had asked her out, and for their date, he had brought her to the kitchens and had a romantic picnic.
She sighed as she thought of her gorgeous boyfriend, Remus. He was the perfect gentleman, and she could talk to him for ages without getting bored. She could feel herself falling for him. Badly.
Falling in love isn't bad, she consoled herself, just because your last love turned out to be so hurtful does not mean anything. She grinned at this point, remembering the bet she had made with Sarah, Lily's best friend.
Sarah was Rachel's very good friend as well as they had grown up childhood friends, and when Rachel's boyfriend had cheated on her, Sarah swore revenge.
FLASHBACK
"I'll make his life a living hell for you, Rach. Don't worry about it."
"How? Malfoy is influential in almost all social circles! Just forget about it Sarah. He can go with that slut for all I care."
"I bet I could make his life a living hell, Rach. Trust me!"
"What rubbish. Don't risk anything Sarah, please!"
"No, seriously. Don't tell me you don't want to see him pay!"
"Fine..but if you do it.." Rachel, paused at this moment, and Sarah's face fell, thinking that Rachel would forbid her to do it. After all, Rachel was always the good, hardworking pupil.
"Do a good job!" Finished Rachel, and Sarah's face broke out into a grin, similar to that of Sirius.
"You look like Black when you do that," laughed Rachel, and gave Sarah a gentle shove.
"Malfoy will be crawling to you for mercy Rach!" Sarah declared confidently, nodding her head slowly, as if planning what she was going to do and deciding that it was going to be good.
"How long do you think you will take?"
"1 day. The maximum."
"Want to bet on that?" Rachel asked, a hint of a sly smile creeping onto her usually serious face.
"Since when have I turned down a bet?" Sarah pointed out, always ready for a challenge.
"True. Too true. I bet you can't make Malfoy come crawling back to me... It's not as if I would take him back but still, that should be fun..."
"Nonsense! Of course I can!" A very offended Sarah snapped good humouredly, a plan already formed in her mind.
"Whoever loses the bet has to do a dare!" Rachel warned, starting to worry about how serious Sarah was being. She had seen that look on her friend's face only a few times, and that was before half the Slytherins turned up with green hair and red skin for the Christmas feast.
"I'm positive I can do it. No problem. Just give me 24 hours." Sarah said confidently, she knew what she was going to do already.
"You're on." Rachel replied, and they shook on it.
END FLASHBACK.
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There we go! Haha so many bets going on..doesn't that make the opening bit in the first chapter about the bet rather iffy? I wonder what will happen...only TIME WILL TELL.
REVIEW!