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An hour later, James was walking toward the hospital wing carrying a sleeping bag under one arm and a suitcase under the other. It was a cruel and awful punishment McGonagall had placed upon him and now she was making him stay during Christmas break in the white sickly room just because of his pranks. He would get revenge though. Even if it took him years, he would get revenge. He felt the anger rise through him and the blood rise to his face as he passed the very professor he was thinking about. Resisting the urge to yell at McGonagall, he glared at her.
"Potter, if you believe this will get you off hospital duty you are perfectly welcome to glare at me as much as you please. Let me just warn you that I will waste no time giving you detention once the Christmas break is over. I think this punishment suits the crime well enough, but I could have given you something much worse, like cleaning the Slytherin bathrooms for two months." At least he'll be with his friends, even if they are moaning, scratching or throwing up. He opened the door to be met by a very upset Pomfrey, her eyes narrowed and she growled.
"Potter you'll get this bed and I will have that dirty sleeping bag now before you get my patients even more sick." James looked down at his sleeping bag. True, he'd had it for seven years and it had never been washed, but he still didn't like the idea of having so many people ordering him around. He picked the ends of his bag up with his hands and before the nurse could say anything, he let it roll out. Dust and stench filled the room. Pomfrey looked ready to kill.
"Potter!" Then she was after him. James threw down his sleeping bag and ran. After running three times around the large white room, James opened the door and ran for his life towards the Gryffindor common room. Sirius watched this with great amusement while scratching his arm. He looked over to Remus and Peter who were busy doing the same.
"I'll give you ten minutes before Pomfrey comes back in carrying James under her arm and screaming at him." Peter adjusted his watch.
"Fifteen," Remus said laying back on his pillow.
"How much do you want to bet oh brilliant one?"
"Four chocolate frog cards..." Peter and Sirius stared at Remus as if he had just said a disgusting swear word. All three faces turned green. Sadly nether boy was right. Thirteen minutes after they left, Pomfrey came in carrying and screaming at James. She whipped out her wand and started to clean room and remove the stench. James took a seat at the chair beside his friend's bed.
"Do you know what I am hungry for right now Sirius?"
"Don't say it James! I'll kill you if you do, I swear!"
"Aw Sirius is that the way to talk to your good friend James Potter. Well anyway I am hungry for cheetos, covered in chocolate pudding. The cheetos will be rather messy, but I could always lick my fingers when I'm finished with them." Sirius jumped out of bed and his green spotted fist collided with the side of James's cranium. Madam Pomfrey looked at the wrestling friends with a look that could kill, Peter watched the fight wide- eyed and excited and Remus quickly pretended to be asleep. Sirius and James were too busy throwing punches that nether noticed when the angry nurse walked toward them. She reached out her hand and dug her long fingernails into their shoulders. James and Sirius exchanged horrified looks before turning to Pomfrey. She picked James up by the shoulders and placed him on his bed.
"If any of you even dare to leave your beds, I swear I will make you regret it!" The three now awake boys nodded with looks of fear. "Now," she said, "I want some peace and quiet!" She pointed her wand to James and then to Sirius muttering a silence spell at them both and then left the room.
Once she was gone, Sirius looked at James and opened his mouth, but no noise came out. Remus let out a snort and was quickly the target of James and Sirius's pillows. He jumped to his feet on his bed and caught both of them before returning them. Peter ducked as one of the pillows zoomed past him and hit Sirius. Within minutes pillows were soaring left and right. Having forgot about the itching, the hospital was made a battlefield. Sirius leaped from his bed to Peter's and hit him with a pillow. Peter then jumped to Remus's trying to escape the wrath of Sirius and yet stay on the beds. James aimed a pillow at all three and let it fly. It hit Remus in the head and knocked him of his feat, in return he leapt to Peter's bed at the same time that Sirius leapt to his, grabbed a pillow and was ready to attack. This was a well-practiced battle as this type of thing regularly happened in the second year Gryffindor dorm, Gryffindor common room and even at times classrooms. Sirius lifted his pillow high, ready to strike Peter when he slipped and the pillow flew through the air and exploded. The four boys heads turned to the door slowly. Dumbledore was there, but that was not all. Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew stood at the door, glaring at their son.
"Well Peter," his mother started. "Dumbledore and contacted us saying that you and some friends have caught the dragon pox. We are staying for Christmas and would greatly like to have this explained." Mrs. Pettigrew, unlike Peter seemed to be a tall, stern mother, much like a military officer. She had the high, yet deep voice that sent shivers down the boys. Behind her or much like hiding from her was Mr. Pettigrew. He was short, chubby and much like his son. It was apparent who was the head of the house. Peter let out a gulp.
"I-I u-uh well um." James tried to say something to help his friend, but the charm was still on him.
"It isn't Peter's fault Mrs. Pettigrew." Mrs. Pettigrew's gaze fell to Remus Lupin. Both Sirius and James swore that they heard her growl.
"Um mum this is Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter." Each boy felt as though the woman could read his mind. Once she was done studying each one of them she turned back to Dumbledore.
"We will be staying through the break to watch on Peter." Mrs. Pettigrew summoned her husband to follow her and the two left. Before leaving Dumbledore smiled at the boys and waved his wand. The feathers flew back to the pillow and it sewed itself back up. Sirius ran after the door and pounded on it. Dumbledore opened it and quickly took the silencing spell off of James and Sirius.
"Well," Remus said, "I wonder if all our parents are coming?"
"Mine won't!" Sirius laughed. "They'd rather fall of a cliff, get ran over by a heard of hippogriffs and be cursed with one of the unforgivable curses then bother with me. Not that I would want them here. I don't want them near me!" James smiled.
"I'm not sick, but Dumbledore probably invited my parents too. I know this is his way of saying 'Merry Christmas, I want you to suffer more then you are already suffering'."
"My parents will probably come, though my dad is a muggle, Dumbledore will make it to where he too can see the school." Remus said as he smiled. The marauders were sure that he was the only one with nice parents. Sirius looked a little confused.
"Aren't they staying with your sick grandmother?"
"She just moved in with my aunt." Sirius nodded, still a little confused, but quickly shrugged it off.
"Well. We are now destined for a lovely Christmas break, throwing up, itching and listening to nagging mothers and fathers." The marauders shrugged solemnly. Peter scratched his head as he looked at his watch.
"It's seven o'clock. You'll probably want to go to the great hall if you want dinner James." James nodded and left the room to ask Madam Pomfrey if he could leave. Sirius, Remus and Peter listened as they heard crackling laughter and distant footsteps fading away. A few minutes later Madam Pomfrey came in with steaming teacups. She handed one to each of her prisoners. Remus took his and sniffed it. He turned to look at Peter who had the same look on his face. There was no way he could drink this. Pomfrey's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It's an itch potion. It will help you with your itching. Drink it!" Remus looked over at Sirius who had plugged his nose and poured the potion down his throat. Peter still stared at the steaming green liquid. Remus brought the cup up to his mouth and closed his eyes. He couldn't do it. The blood slowly drained from his face as he felt he was going to throw up. He turned to the nurse.
"Could you add some sugar to this please?" Pomfrey stared at him in surprise. The only thing Remus could eat no matter what was sugar or chocolate. She conjured some sugar and poured it into the werewolf's drink. With this, Remus happily drank the terrible itch potion. Madam Pomfrey left to check the progress Peter was having with his potion. Remus shrank back into his beaten up pillows. He just started to feel the effects of the dragon pox over come him. His throat felt as though knives were stuck down it and his stomach didn't feel as if it would hold the drink for long.
Once Madam Pomfrey had forced Peter to drink the potion and checked on the now sleeping Sirius Black, she turned to Remus who was growing more pale and sweaty. He jumped out of his bed and ran past the opening entrance door, till he reached the bathrooms and slammed the door behind him. The nurse looked at Mrs. Pettigrew who had just entered.
"Peter, I want you to drink this and go to sleep now! You'll need as much rest as you can get if you plan to recover. Your father and I will be staying in the Gryffindor tower and if we hear anything concerning your behavior, you'll be in trouble young man!" Mrs. Pettigrew then strolled out of the wing. Peter looked from the bubbling red liquid to the nurse.
"It's a old, useless remedy for dragon pox. You may not take it, it will only do you worse." Remus came out of the bathroom, one hand on his mouth and the other on his stomach. Madam Pomfrey left to help him, but Peter swore that he saw her smile at him before she left. Maybe she wasn't all evil. She halfway carried Remus to his bed and tucked him in. For the first time that day, there was silence, until James threw open the door waking his three sleeping friends an hour later. He looked extremely excited.
"Hey guys! You'll never in a thousand years guess what happened!" Sirius sat up groggily.
"Whatever it is, it can wait till morning. Let me sleep James. I wished you had to suffer just as much as we did!"
"No Sirius, it can not wait. McGonagall came so close to punching Mrs. Pettigrew! She even yelled at her!" Sirius, Peter and Remus shot up, eager to hear the whole story.
"Peter's mum insulted one of the house-elves and made them cry. That's what started it. Then she started insulting Dumbledore and the way the school was run. It took two teachers to restrain Hagrid and McGonagall even yelled at her! It was amazing!" James and Sirius wore identical wide grins, but Peter looked rather worried.
"Don't worry Peter, McGonagalls not going to do your mother in just yet!"
"Well, she might, but she'd end up in Azkaban prison." They stopped talking as they heard Remus give a snore from his bed. He had fallen asleep again already.
"Well, I'm exhausted so James let me sleep!" Sirius threw himself against a pillow and within seconds was asleep. James sighed as he pulled a book out of his bag. It was just his luck that once he started reading it the lights dimmed. He ducked under his covered and lighted his wand. Quietly he read himself to boredom and resolved to thinking of ways to make the next day just as interesting as this one. Once he was tired he pulled his head from out from under his sheets, took off his glasses and placed them on his bedside table and fell to sleep. Finally there was pure uninterrupted silence. Students went back to bed from a full day of playing in the snow and wrestling indoors. There was nine day until Christmas.
An hour later, James was walking toward the hospital wing carrying a sleeping bag under one arm and a suitcase under the other. It was a cruel and awful punishment McGonagall had placed upon him and now she was making him stay during Christmas break in the white sickly room just because of his pranks. He would get revenge though. Even if it took him years, he would get revenge. He felt the anger rise through him and the blood rise to his face as he passed the very professor he was thinking about. Resisting the urge to yell at McGonagall, he glared at her.
"Potter, if you believe this will get you off hospital duty you are perfectly welcome to glare at me as much as you please. Let me just warn you that I will waste no time giving you detention once the Christmas break is over. I think this punishment suits the crime well enough, but I could have given you something much worse, like cleaning the Slytherin bathrooms for two months." At least he'll be with his friends, even if they are moaning, scratching or throwing up. He opened the door to be met by a very upset Pomfrey, her eyes narrowed and she growled.
"Potter you'll get this bed and I will have that dirty sleeping bag now before you get my patients even more sick." James looked down at his sleeping bag. True, he'd had it for seven years and it had never been washed, but he still didn't like the idea of having so many people ordering him around. He picked the ends of his bag up with his hands and before the nurse could say anything, he let it roll out. Dust and stench filled the room. Pomfrey looked ready to kill.
"Potter!" Then she was after him. James threw down his sleeping bag and ran. After running three times around the large white room, James opened the door and ran for his life towards the Gryffindor common room. Sirius watched this with great amusement while scratching his arm. He looked over to Remus and Peter who were busy doing the same.
"I'll give you ten minutes before Pomfrey comes back in carrying James under her arm and screaming at him." Peter adjusted his watch.
"Fifteen," Remus said laying back on his pillow.
"How much do you want to bet oh brilliant one?"
"Four chocolate frog cards..." Peter and Sirius stared at Remus as if he had just said a disgusting swear word. All three faces turned green. Sadly nether boy was right. Thirteen minutes after they left, Pomfrey came in carrying and screaming at James. She whipped out her wand and started to clean room and remove the stench. James took a seat at the chair beside his friend's bed.
"Do you know what I am hungry for right now Sirius?"
"Don't say it James! I'll kill you if you do, I swear!"
"Aw Sirius is that the way to talk to your good friend James Potter. Well anyway I am hungry for cheetos, covered in chocolate pudding. The cheetos will be rather messy, but I could always lick my fingers when I'm finished with them." Sirius jumped out of bed and his green spotted fist collided with the side of James's cranium. Madam Pomfrey looked at the wrestling friends with a look that could kill, Peter watched the fight wide- eyed and excited and Remus quickly pretended to be asleep. Sirius and James were too busy throwing punches that nether noticed when the angry nurse walked toward them. She reached out her hand and dug her long fingernails into their shoulders. James and Sirius exchanged horrified looks before turning to Pomfrey. She picked James up by the shoulders and placed him on his bed.
"If any of you even dare to leave your beds, I swear I will make you regret it!" The three now awake boys nodded with looks of fear. "Now," she said, "I want some peace and quiet!" She pointed her wand to James and then to Sirius muttering a silence spell at them both and then left the room.
Once she was gone, Sirius looked at James and opened his mouth, but no noise came out. Remus let out a snort and was quickly the target of James and Sirius's pillows. He jumped to his feet on his bed and caught both of them before returning them. Peter ducked as one of the pillows zoomed past him and hit Sirius. Within minutes pillows were soaring left and right. Having forgot about the itching, the hospital was made a battlefield. Sirius leaped from his bed to Peter's and hit him with a pillow. Peter then jumped to Remus's trying to escape the wrath of Sirius and yet stay on the beds. James aimed a pillow at all three and let it fly. It hit Remus in the head and knocked him of his feat, in return he leapt to Peter's bed at the same time that Sirius leapt to his, grabbed a pillow and was ready to attack. This was a well-practiced battle as this type of thing regularly happened in the second year Gryffindor dorm, Gryffindor common room and even at times classrooms. Sirius lifted his pillow high, ready to strike Peter when he slipped and the pillow flew through the air and exploded. The four boys heads turned to the door slowly. Dumbledore was there, but that was not all. Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew stood at the door, glaring at their son.
"Well Peter," his mother started. "Dumbledore and contacted us saying that you and some friends have caught the dragon pox. We are staying for Christmas and would greatly like to have this explained." Mrs. Pettigrew, unlike Peter seemed to be a tall, stern mother, much like a military officer. She had the high, yet deep voice that sent shivers down the boys. Behind her or much like hiding from her was Mr. Pettigrew. He was short, chubby and much like his son. It was apparent who was the head of the house. Peter let out a gulp.
"I-I u-uh well um." James tried to say something to help his friend, but the charm was still on him.
"It isn't Peter's fault Mrs. Pettigrew." Mrs. Pettigrew's gaze fell to Remus Lupin. Both Sirius and James swore that they heard her growl.
"Um mum this is Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter." Each boy felt as though the woman could read his mind. Once she was done studying each one of them she turned back to Dumbledore.
"We will be staying through the break to watch on Peter." Mrs. Pettigrew summoned her husband to follow her and the two left. Before leaving Dumbledore smiled at the boys and waved his wand. The feathers flew back to the pillow and it sewed itself back up. Sirius ran after the door and pounded on it. Dumbledore opened it and quickly took the silencing spell off of James and Sirius.
"Well," Remus said, "I wonder if all our parents are coming?"
"Mine won't!" Sirius laughed. "They'd rather fall of a cliff, get ran over by a heard of hippogriffs and be cursed with one of the unforgivable curses then bother with me. Not that I would want them here. I don't want them near me!" James smiled.
"I'm not sick, but Dumbledore probably invited my parents too. I know this is his way of saying 'Merry Christmas, I want you to suffer more then you are already suffering'."
"My parents will probably come, though my dad is a muggle, Dumbledore will make it to where he too can see the school." Remus said as he smiled. The marauders were sure that he was the only one with nice parents. Sirius looked a little confused.
"Aren't they staying with your sick grandmother?"
"She just moved in with my aunt." Sirius nodded, still a little confused, but quickly shrugged it off.
"Well. We are now destined for a lovely Christmas break, throwing up, itching and listening to nagging mothers and fathers." The marauders shrugged solemnly. Peter scratched his head as he looked at his watch.
"It's seven o'clock. You'll probably want to go to the great hall if you want dinner James." James nodded and left the room to ask Madam Pomfrey if he could leave. Sirius, Remus and Peter listened as they heard crackling laughter and distant footsteps fading away. A few minutes later Madam Pomfrey came in with steaming teacups. She handed one to each of her prisoners. Remus took his and sniffed it. He turned to look at Peter who had the same look on his face. There was no way he could drink this. Pomfrey's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It's an itch potion. It will help you with your itching. Drink it!" Remus looked over at Sirius who had plugged his nose and poured the potion down his throat. Peter still stared at the steaming green liquid. Remus brought the cup up to his mouth and closed his eyes. He couldn't do it. The blood slowly drained from his face as he felt he was going to throw up. He turned to the nurse.
"Could you add some sugar to this please?" Pomfrey stared at him in surprise. The only thing Remus could eat no matter what was sugar or chocolate. She conjured some sugar and poured it into the werewolf's drink. With this, Remus happily drank the terrible itch potion. Madam Pomfrey left to check the progress Peter was having with his potion. Remus shrank back into his beaten up pillows. He just started to feel the effects of the dragon pox over come him. His throat felt as though knives were stuck down it and his stomach didn't feel as if it would hold the drink for long.
Once Madam Pomfrey had forced Peter to drink the potion and checked on the now sleeping Sirius Black, she turned to Remus who was growing more pale and sweaty. He jumped out of his bed and ran past the opening entrance door, till he reached the bathrooms and slammed the door behind him. The nurse looked at Mrs. Pettigrew who had just entered.
"Peter, I want you to drink this and go to sleep now! You'll need as much rest as you can get if you plan to recover. Your father and I will be staying in the Gryffindor tower and if we hear anything concerning your behavior, you'll be in trouble young man!" Mrs. Pettigrew then strolled out of the wing. Peter looked from the bubbling red liquid to the nurse.
"It's a old, useless remedy for dragon pox. You may not take it, it will only do you worse." Remus came out of the bathroom, one hand on his mouth and the other on his stomach. Madam Pomfrey left to help him, but Peter swore that he saw her smile at him before she left. Maybe she wasn't all evil. She halfway carried Remus to his bed and tucked him in. For the first time that day, there was silence, until James threw open the door waking his three sleeping friends an hour later. He looked extremely excited.
"Hey guys! You'll never in a thousand years guess what happened!" Sirius sat up groggily.
"Whatever it is, it can wait till morning. Let me sleep James. I wished you had to suffer just as much as we did!"
"No Sirius, it can not wait. McGonagall came so close to punching Mrs. Pettigrew! She even yelled at her!" Sirius, Peter and Remus shot up, eager to hear the whole story.
"Peter's mum insulted one of the house-elves and made them cry. That's what started it. Then she started insulting Dumbledore and the way the school was run. It took two teachers to restrain Hagrid and McGonagall even yelled at her! It was amazing!" James and Sirius wore identical wide grins, but Peter looked rather worried.
"Don't worry Peter, McGonagalls not going to do your mother in just yet!"
"Well, she might, but she'd end up in Azkaban prison." They stopped talking as they heard Remus give a snore from his bed. He had fallen asleep again already.
"Well, I'm exhausted so James let me sleep!" Sirius threw himself against a pillow and within seconds was asleep. James sighed as he pulled a book out of his bag. It was just his luck that once he started reading it the lights dimmed. He ducked under his covered and lighted his wand. Quietly he read himself to boredom and resolved to thinking of ways to make the next day just as interesting as this one. Once he was tired he pulled his head from out from under his sheets, took off his glasses and placed them on his bedside table and fell to sleep. Finally there was pure uninterrupted silence. Students went back to bed from a full day of playing in the snow and wrestling indoors. There was nine day until Christmas.