Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any trademark or insignia thusly
related. No copyright infringement is intended. The plot, Heather, Madame
Relpa, and a few characters later introduced belong to me, as well as the
expansion on the characterization of certain characters. That is all.
(One might also mention that I am a minor and therefore, technically, don't
own anything at all.)
I also stole/borrowed a couple of un-copyrighted ideas here, so I'm giving
credit where credit is due. I don't know if Evans is Lily's real maiden
name or if it's just what everyone uses, but it's certainly not mine. So
thank you to whoever's it is. Also, the idea of the Marauder's Lair,
discussed in this chapter, I first encountered in Clash of Erised by
Snidgetgal.
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Recap: Once they reached "Fifth Year Boys" they kept going, and reached a dead end. James walked up to the wall, pulled out him wand, and said softly, "Ascisco."
Chapter 3: In the Marauder's Lair
Two boys looked up when James and Sirius entered the room. One, a boy with sandy-colored hair, who looked somehow familiar to Heather, jumped up and said, "My word, James, where have you been? You stood up a marauder's meeting for goodness's sake!" "Something's wrong with Lily." Sirius put in quietly. "With Lily? My dear, what's happened, James?" Squeaked a small, fat boy, who looked incredibly fidgety. Yet his concern seemed rather mild compared to the first boy, who was as drained of all color as Sirius. The fat boy was shoving caldron cakes in his mouth as he sat waiting. James sank into an armchair, and put his head in his hands. Heather looked at the boys, and thought. She knew who James was, and Sirius and the sandy-haired boy. She knew them too. But who were they? "Snape. And Nott." Glares of extreme distaste fell into two sets of eyes, though the fat boy merely managed to look peeved. Heather got the feeling all his opinions were diluted. "I was supposed to meet her after her second charms class- you know, the one she's taking as an extra course?" Nods encouraged him to continue. "Well, as I was walking down to the charms corridor, I heard her shriek. So I ran over there, and there was Snape. He'd kicked her. And she fell on the ground he was punching her, while Nott stood in the corner and did the Flegarius Curse." James paused here, and noticed the confused looks on Sirius and the fat boy's faces. Heather was confused as well. What was he talking about? "The Flegarius curse? Come, now, do none of you pay attention in class? The mini-Cruciatus?" Sirius nodded, but the fat boy still looked confused. "Wait- isn't that still illegal?" "No," answered the boy whose face Heather still could not place, "but I will explain it to you later, Peter." James continued, as though there had been no interruption. "So I took out my wand, and I stupefied Snape, and then Nott turned to me, and I walked over to him, and I decked him. Right in the nose. I hope I broke his pretty little face, I really do. So then he punched me in the stomach. So I stunned him, too, and carried Lily to the hospital wing. And Madame Relpa wouldn't let me stay with her." He paused a moment. "Sorry I stood you guys up." "Oh, no, please, don't worry about it. It was not your fault." One boy insisted. Who on earth was he? Heather couldn't remember. James sighed before speaking up, "Who wants to go with me to see her tonight? I don't think it should be more than two of us." The three others turned to look at each other. "Take Sirius or Remus, James. I'll wait until she's feeling better." Peter announced, and watched for Remus and Sirius to fight it out. Remus. Heather thought. Remus.. Who WAS he? "I want to go check on her; she's like a sister to me." Sirius said softly. "And I don't love her just as much as you do?" Remus asked quietly. Sirius sighed. "Exploding Snap. Winner sees Lily." They eyed each other for a moment, then nodded. A few moments later, Remus was looking up at Sirius and shaking his hand. "Very well, then, you get to see her tonight." That settled, James said, "so, now that I'm an hour late, how about we start the meeting?" The others laughed, and they pulled a crate over between them, pulling out some parchment. "Alright now, it's only a quarter moon, so no need to plan our next werewolf excursion just yet." The others nodded agreement. "SO, what evil and wicked cool deeds are we up to now?" "Kill Nott. Murder Snape." Sirius put in quickly. That boy- Sirius- he can't actually mean murder, can he? Wait.. Sirius.Murder.. Why is that so familiar? "Any arguments?" James asked. It was clear no one had a single qualm. "Okay. How do we do it?" Heather felt a gentle tug at her mind, and, though she didn't want to let go, she knew she had no choice. She slowly opened her eyes to see the hospital wing. And next to her she saw Madame Pomfrey.
A/N: Heeheehee.. Did you see the foreshadowing of a great mystery? Did you? If not, then I have but one thing to say to you: Haha! That is all. Oh, yes, and REVIEW!!!!!!!
Recap: Once they reached "Fifth Year Boys" they kept going, and reached a dead end. James walked up to the wall, pulled out him wand, and said softly, "Ascisco."
Chapter 3: In the Marauder's Lair
Two boys looked up when James and Sirius entered the room. One, a boy with sandy-colored hair, who looked somehow familiar to Heather, jumped up and said, "My word, James, where have you been? You stood up a marauder's meeting for goodness's sake!" "Something's wrong with Lily." Sirius put in quietly. "With Lily? My dear, what's happened, James?" Squeaked a small, fat boy, who looked incredibly fidgety. Yet his concern seemed rather mild compared to the first boy, who was as drained of all color as Sirius. The fat boy was shoving caldron cakes in his mouth as he sat waiting. James sank into an armchair, and put his head in his hands. Heather looked at the boys, and thought. She knew who James was, and Sirius and the sandy-haired boy. She knew them too. But who were they? "Snape. And Nott." Glares of extreme distaste fell into two sets of eyes, though the fat boy merely managed to look peeved. Heather got the feeling all his opinions were diluted. "I was supposed to meet her after her second charms class- you know, the one she's taking as an extra course?" Nods encouraged him to continue. "Well, as I was walking down to the charms corridor, I heard her shriek. So I ran over there, and there was Snape. He'd kicked her. And she fell on the ground he was punching her, while Nott stood in the corner and did the Flegarius Curse." James paused here, and noticed the confused looks on Sirius and the fat boy's faces. Heather was confused as well. What was he talking about? "The Flegarius curse? Come, now, do none of you pay attention in class? The mini-Cruciatus?" Sirius nodded, but the fat boy still looked confused. "Wait- isn't that still illegal?" "No," answered the boy whose face Heather still could not place, "but I will explain it to you later, Peter." James continued, as though there had been no interruption. "So I took out my wand, and I stupefied Snape, and then Nott turned to me, and I walked over to him, and I decked him. Right in the nose. I hope I broke his pretty little face, I really do. So then he punched me in the stomach. So I stunned him, too, and carried Lily to the hospital wing. And Madame Relpa wouldn't let me stay with her." He paused a moment. "Sorry I stood you guys up." "Oh, no, please, don't worry about it. It was not your fault." One boy insisted. Who on earth was he? Heather couldn't remember. James sighed before speaking up, "Who wants to go with me to see her tonight? I don't think it should be more than two of us." The three others turned to look at each other. "Take Sirius or Remus, James. I'll wait until she's feeling better." Peter announced, and watched for Remus and Sirius to fight it out. Remus. Heather thought. Remus.. Who WAS he? "I want to go check on her; she's like a sister to me." Sirius said softly. "And I don't love her just as much as you do?" Remus asked quietly. Sirius sighed. "Exploding Snap. Winner sees Lily." They eyed each other for a moment, then nodded. A few moments later, Remus was looking up at Sirius and shaking his hand. "Very well, then, you get to see her tonight." That settled, James said, "so, now that I'm an hour late, how about we start the meeting?" The others laughed, and they pulled a crate over between them, pulling out some parchment. "Alright now, it's only a quarter moon, so no need to plan our next werewolf excursion just yet." The others nodded agreement. "SO, what evil and wicked cool deeds are we up to now?" "Kill Nott. Murder Snape." Sirius put in quickly. That boy- Sirius- he can't actually mean murder, can he? Wait.. Sirius.Murder.. Why is that so familiar? "Any arguments?" James asked. It was clear no one had a single qualm. "Okay. How do we do it?" Heather felt a gentle tug at her mind, and, though she didn't want to let go, she knew she had no choice. She slowly opened her eyes to see the hospital wing. And next to her she saw Madame Pomfrey.
A/N: Heeheehee.. Did you see the foreshadowing of a great mystery? Did you? If not, then I have but one thing to say to you: Haha! That is all. Oh, yes, and REVIEW!!!!!!!