A/N – Heh... Hi, guys! –grins sheepishly- Okay, okay, I haven't updated in 2 weeks. AHEM, maybe more. Well, I apologize deeply because I already had this chapter written out but was too lazy to type it. Sade, you're probably going to change your mind about the 'You update pretty fast' comment. XD SP- in-Sirius-Denial, I was going to put Sirius's thoughts in this chapter. =D Suspense, eh?
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Title – Inspire Me
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst (this is a bit further chapters, though)
Rating – PG-13 (for now)
Spoilers – Almost everything about the Marauders and the history of Hogwarts.
Warnings – Slash, Language
Main Pairings – Sirius/Remus, James/Lily
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of HP. They are owned by Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the books are entirely mine. shifty look You hear me?! MINE!!!
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Inspire Me
Impressions
Sirius didn't sleep well that night. Anger coursed through him as he thought about what happened in the Hogwarts Express.
"Do not worry, Severus. We'll be sure to win this year. After all, Black and the others are bound to get into some trouble. Maybe they'll do something utterly stupid like try to sneak into the Forbidden Forest and mate with a unicorn. I wouldn't put it past them,"
"Who was that with them? Girlish, don't you think? Trust Black to hit on him. Fucking queer..."
Remus wasn't girly. He was effeminate but definitely not GIRLY. And he wasn't a queer! Sirius tugged at his hair in frustration. He always did that when he was angry. James always said that his hair was probably going to fall out one day.
Sirius glanced around the dark room. He never closed his curtains because he saw no purpose in it. James never closed them either. Claustrophobic, he said. Sirius couldn't imagine feeling claustrophobic around silk, but whatever suited him. Everyone was already seemingly asleep, as deep, heavy breaths were already heard. Tired and sleepy, Sirius couldn't help letting sleep take over as well.
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"ARGH!!!"
Remus woke up with a start and sleepily rubbed his eyes. Opening his soft curtains and peering blearily, he saw Sirius on the floor, tangled in blankets. The others were also pulled aside their curtains, staring half- awake at Sirius. The poor boy was currently rubbing his rump in pain.
"Urgh, Sirius, I thought you overgrew falling off your bed when you were six," slurred James, obviously not in a morning mood. Lance Cummings looked over to his magical watch by the side of his bed, pressed a button and a mechanical voice blared. Anualle woke up from her slumber and fled downstairs, eager to get more sleeping time.
"The time now, is exactly 7:42 AM. It is a lovely Wednesday morning. Sunny weather is predicted today. It's a lucky day for Taurus but watch your back if you're a Libra. The lucky numbers for today are—"
Grunts were heard as every boy flopped back to bed. "SHUT IT OFF!" bellowed Frank.
Sirius snorted, "Frankie's not a morning person, is he, now?"
A murmur of "Don't call me Frankie," sounded from a pile of pillows. Lance didn't move, letting the voice drone on and on.
"Well, might as well just wake up, dress, and get ready," sighed Remus, getting up from his comfortable bed. Peter let out a soft scream.
"You get up. You get dressed. You get ready,"
Remus shrugged and made his way to the bathroom, sneaking to turn off the watch along the way. Before he could even reach for the blasted mechanism, Lance grabbed his hand and winked slightly. Remus smiled and just continued his journey to the bathroom.
As he was getting ready, half-way through, he could hear yells and laughter back in the other room. He smirked when he heard thumps as Lance was pummeled unmercifully by his cranky roommates. Carefully adjusting his tie, he made his way out again. He was surprised to see that Lance had disappeared.
"Where's Lance?"
Sniggers came from every other boy there. Frank gave a satisfied smile. "We've 'disposed' of him," he said. Seeing Remus' questioning look, James answered his question.
"We chucked him in the cupboard."
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"You are so going to pay for this. Just watch out!"
"Shut up,"
"Yeah, you may scorn now, but just you wait!"
"Lance, I'm serious, shut up,"
"... No you're not, he's Sirius..."
"Peter! Stop doing that!"
As the boys sat down to eat their breakfast in the Great Hall, the Head Girl, Molly Matthews handed them their schedules.
"Darn! Potions, Charms AND Flying lessons with the Slytherins. Don't they know it's dangerous for our health?"
"Ack... Transfiguration and History of Magic with Ravenclaw. We'll get last place, for sure,"
"DADA and Herbology with Hufflepuff. Well, that's not so bad, is it?"
Remus studied his schedule while taking a bite of his marmalade toast. Next to him, Sirius took a big gulp of his guava juice, looking over his shoulder.
Just then, a pack of owls flew overhead and delivered the morning post. Sirius gave a loud yelp as a parcel was dropped into his goblet. Quickly opening the half-soaked parcel, it revealed...
"Mirrors... MIRRORS!?" James snatched the package away from Sirius and searched it. "Hey, here's a not from your Aunt Andromeda. She's your only decent relative yet, right?" Remus couldn't help wondering what he meant by that while Sirius took the parchment and read out loud.
Dearest Sirius,
Sorry I haven't spoken in ages. I just HAD to leave. It was getting all too much for me. I bet I've been scorched off our family tree, don't you think? How are you? Have they been treating you well? (Sirius clammed up a bit at the last line before continuing)
I know you'd be pretty disappointed with this gift at first glance. They look like normal mirrors, but you're dead wrong. These are special two-way mirrors. It's a good way to communicate in far places. Say the name of the other person with the other mirror and WALAH! You'll be able to speak to them normally. Well, as normal as one can get with mirrors. If you want to deactivate it, just say "Goodbye" followed by the name of the person you're speaking to.
I hope you enjoy this gift. Just don't abuse it. You're parents will want to murder me even more if you do.
Cheers, ANDROMEDA BLACK
Sirius eyes gleamed. He took a mirror and promptly said, "Remus Lupin..." Nothing happened. Sirius tried again, even louder this time, "REMUS LUPIN,".
James squinted. Was Sirius's vision going defective? "Err, Sirius, mate. The mirror's with me..." Sirius looked up and blushed. Seeing as his friend was in no condition to do anything but make like a fire enjin (stupid Muggle words), James said clearly, "Sirius Black."
And, like magic, Sirius's face appeared live-like in James's mirror and likewise to Sirius's. The both muttered a soft, "Awesome..." before deactivating it. Remus rolled his eyes.
Sure, no abusing it, indeed.
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After breakfast that day, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus made their way to Transfiguration. After the holidays, it seemed that every memory of broken steps were forgotten. Each of them had nearly fallen through the staircases approximately fourteen times altogether.
As they entered the spacious classroom, they halted. McGonagall was shooting them a most evil glare. Remus took a quick glance at his watch and sighed.
8.32 AM.
They were two minutes late.
"Have you noticed what time it is now?"
Slow, resigned nods came from the four boys. Everybody else in class were watching with vivid anticipation. Lily Evans was shaking her head impatiently as McGonagall approached them.
"As it's the first day of school, I feel that it's not necessary to take off points so early. But I will not tolerate tardiness in the future. You this, Potter, Black, Pettigrew. Now sit."
Fleeing to a row of empty desks in the middle of the class, they took out parchment and ink and began to take down notes. Remus felt very nervous, what if Beauxbatons' standards was lower than Hogwarts? But his uneasiness faded away as he found out the they were going to turn water bottles into cacti. He had done that before.
When he had successfully changed it, McGonagall offered him a rare smile in return along with 10 points to Gryffindor. Surprisingly, he was the first person to turn it into a cactus, despite the other Ravenclaws there. Sirius was jabbing the bottle with his wand, only succeeding in making it a sickly green colour. James was slightly better, but one could still see the bottle label faintly around the prickly plant.
"Professor! Koko's already changed hers!" Remus looked towards the front of the room and saw a pretty Japanese girl twirling her wand with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Show-off," said Peter. His bottle was still showing no signs of changes apart for the cap being slightly bumpy over the top.
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Transfiguration was followed by Herbology, a most hated class of Remus Lupin. He did not see the importance of plants and taking care of them. Apparently, Lance felt the same way.
"Herbology. I can't stand it! What's so cool about herbs and the like? Might as well just buy potions and ingredients from the Apothecary. Frank, you must be really screwed in the head to like Herbology."
On the way to Greenhouse 2, Lance complaining their ears off, they came across a small, shaking boy who was dripping wet. It looked like he had been inside the lake. Frank took charge of the situation immediately. He swiftly took out his cloak and wrapped it around the other boy. The first-year tried to steady himself, his matted red hair plastered to his freckled face.
"Impressive, Frankie!"
"Stop. IT."
"Bloody hell. Are you okay, mate?"
"Don't be stupid, Peter, of course he's not okay! He's bloody wet!"
"Bloody wet? Haha, that's a good one,"
"He's staring at us funny..."
"Do you need to go to the Infirmary?"
"NO!"
James frowned, "Who did this to you? Surely you're not stupid enough to take a quick bath with our squid, right?"
"Sure, James. Go ahead and make him feel a little worse, why don't you?"
"Well, at least tell us your name, then. You can go up to the castle by yourself afterwards," said James. There was a pause before a hesitant "Andrew Lemming," came from the boy before he rushed up to the castle.
"He took my coat with him. Now I'll freeze to death!" grumbled Frank.
"Not like it makes any difference does it? You're like a walking icicle yourself..."
In the Greenhouse, they learnt about the pros and cons of Herbology. Remus had to admit it was pretty interesting, despite that they haven't even planted anything yet. He saw Frank Longbottom sneaking looks at the girl in front of him. A group of bored Hufflepuffs were trying to hide a Quidditch magazine under the desk. Professor Bloom's sharp eyes did not miss it.
"Lacey, Jones, Wells. Please step out,"
Three pairs of eyes darted around frantically. The thought, "Shit... we're dead," were practically plastered on their foreheads. The taller of them tossed it discreetly (well, discreetly to him) under the desk before going to the front of class.
"Thirty laps around the lake. Wells, fifty. Mind it's before eight minutes before you're back. Don't cheat, you know the consequences."
She then uttered a charm and a small timer appeared above their heads. The tallest, Benjamin Wells, looked like he was receiving his death sentence.
"Go."
Remus stared as the boys sped off. He made up his mind never to make Professor Bloom mad. "What are the consequences?" he whispered. Peter grinned.
"Wait and see, there's bound to be one who'll forget,"
"I bet it's Wells..."
"No way, it's Lacey for sure,"
"Psshh, you don't know what you're talking about. Jones's the resident scatterbrain in Hufflepuff,"
Everybody was eagerly awaiting the time when the boys will return. Surprisingly, Wells was the earliest, around seven minutes, bending down tiredly. Professor Bloom checked the timer and gave a small smile before removing the charm and allowing Wells to sit. A few seconds later, the blonde boy, ran in. Another smile before Nicholas Jones sat next to his puffing friend, nearly suffocating himself. Then the last boy crashed inside.
"ECK!"
This sound emitted from Remus, much to his utmost embarrassment. Nobody seemed to notice this weird statement except for Sirius, who was trying desperately not to burst out laughing. The last boy, Robert Lacey, whose hair was formerly in black dreads, now had glaring neon coloured hair, changing colours every few seconds. The word 'CHEAT' was stamped on his forehead. To top it all off, his hair had been neatly turned into a bun. Peter grinned slightly when he saw he was right.
"Only twenty-nine laps? Tsk tsk, how deceitful... Back to your seat."
The poor boy, gently twiddling with his bun whispered to Wells, "You told me I already had thirty laps!" Wells snorted quietly.
"Isn't it time you stopped listening to me? Half of it are always lies..."
"Y-you-you BOGGART!"
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At dinner, every second-year Gryffindor sat down tiredly on the benches. Though it was the first day of school, it did not prevent the teachers from piling on the work. One teacher in question was extremely nasty.
"What's with all the lousy faces? More homework from McCain? Come on, at least you're not swatting for OWLs this year. He's going crazy!"
Professor McCain. Potions teacher. Slytherin Head. Scary. Mean. Utterly evil.
The man had been known for his favouritism for his own house. Not unexpectedly, he was out to attack all the other houses in the school. He had taken to a immense dislike for those 'pesky Gryffindors', which included James, Sirius, Peter... and...
Remus.
Remus had NEVER been on a teacher's bad side before. It just wasn't done. It benefited nobody, much less the student. So, surprised he was when he sat down for potions class that day. McCain had thrown a question at Remus, eager to bite him in the ass. Remus' answer was quick.
"Bicorn horn,"
The tall, imposing man who's hair looked like that Muggle scientist (Einsteen, was it? Remus could never remember the name) sneered, "You shouldn't show off like that. It leaves a bad impression. 15 marks from Gryffindor."
Remus sat back down, indignant. James patted him on the back, "Don't worry about it. He's... just having a bad day."
"Everyday is a bad day for him," scoffed Sirius.
To rub salt in the wound, the Slytherins had laughed at him and scorned him the whole double period. Plus, they had a new name for him. Who knew how long they took to come up with this one.
"Loony! When are you heading over to St. Mungos for your weekly checkup?"
Remus said nothing as Nicole Barton walked past, with her so-called posse behind her. All three girls had, as usual, dressed up exactly the same. Their platinum blonde hair (probably dyed) were tied up in a loose ponytail today. Each gave a deft flick of her head before moving on. Wanda sniffed.
"Clones, they are. They must all share the same malfunctioning brain,"
Everybody was soon preoccupied by the delicious food to pay any attention to anything else outside their table.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A piercing scream came from the Ravenclaw table. Everybody peered over to see what was going on. A girl stood rigid, her eyes bulging.
"What is she doing?"
Another scream tore from her throat.
"I don't know..."
Remus suddenly felt his head throbbing painfully. The girl had begun to convulse. Some people rushed to her aid. Remus shuddered.
What's happening? Why is she screaming? Tell her to stop... It's annoying
She started mumbling incoherently, "... Marvolo... won't... help... destroy... father," She then gave another scream. It didn't even seem human anymore, more like a caged animal. The pain seemed to multiply every passing second.
You're hindering me. Move aside.
The last thing Remus saw was he shocked looks from his friends as he fainted and fell to the floor.
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A/N – Another reason why I have been busy is because of my newest story. Yeah, I'm making up excuses. XD To make up for my tardiness, that was the longest chapter I've ever written. –checks- 2,700 words! You should be proud of me. Heh, or then again, maybe not. Please leave a review to tell me how I'm doing so far.
Kawaii Kinomoto
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Title – Inspire Me
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – General, Romance, Angst (this is a bit further chapters, though)
Rating – PG-13 (for now)
Spoilers – Almost everything about the Marauders and the history of Hogwarts.
Warnings – Slash, Language
Main Pairings – Sirius/Remus, James/Lily
Disclaimer – I do NOT own the entire cast of HP. They are owned by Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Names, places, or settings that are not mentioned in the books are entirely mine. shifty look You hear me?! MINE!!!
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Inspire Me
Impressions
Sirius didn't sleep well that night. Anger coursed through him as he thought about what happened in the Hogwarts Express.
"Do not worry, Severus. We'll be sure to win this year. After all, Black and the others are bound to get into some trouble. Maybe they'll do something utterly stupid like try to sneak into the Forbidden Forest and mate with a unicorn. I wouldn't put it past them,"
"Who was that with them? Girlish, don't you think? Trust Black to hit on him. Fucking queer..."
Remus wasn't girly. He was effeminate but definitely not GIRLY. And he wasn't a queer! Sirius tugged at his hair in frustration. He always did that when he was angry. James always said that his hair was probably going to fall out one day.
Sirius glanced around the dark room. He never closed his curtains because he saw no purpose in it. James never closed them either. Claustrophobic, he said. Sirius couldn't imagine feeling claustrophobic around silk, but whatever suited him. Everyone was already seemingly asleep, as deep, heavy breaths were already heard. Tired and sleepy, Sirius couldn't help letting sleep take over as well.
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"ARGH!!!"
Remus woke up with a start and sleepily rubbed his eyes. Opening his soft curtains and peering blearily, he saw Sirius on the floor, tangled in blankets. The others were also pulled aside their curtains, staring half- awake at Sirius. The poor boy was currently rubbing his rump in pain.
"Urgh, Sirius, I thought you overgrew falling off your bed when you were six," slurred James, obviously not in a morning mood. Lance Cummings looked over to his magical watch by the side of his bed, pressed a button and a mechanical voice blared. Anualle woke up from her slumber and fled downstairs, eager to get more sleeping time.
"The time now, is exactly 7:42 AM. It is a lovely Wednesday morning. Sunny weather is predicted today. It's a lucky day for Taurus but watch your back if you're a Libra. The lucky numbers for today are—"
Grunts were heard as every boy flopped back to bed. "SHUT IT OFF!" bellowed Frank.
Sirius snorted, "Frankie's not a morning person, is he, now?"
A murmur of "Don't call me Frankie," sounded from a pile of pillows. Lance didn't move, letting the voice drone on and on.
"Well, might as well just wake up, dress, and get ready," sighed Remus, getting up from his comfortable bed. Peter let out a soft scream.
"You get up. You get dressed. You get ready,"
Remus shrugged and made his way to the bathroom, sneaking to turn off the watch along the way. Before he could even reach for the blasted mechanism, Lance grabbed his hand and winked slightly. Remus smiled and just continued his journey to the bathroom.
As he was getting ready, half-way through, he could hear yells and laughter back in the other room. He smirked when he heard thumps as Lance was pummeled unmercifully by his cranky roommates. Carefully adjusting his tie, he made his way out again. He was surprised to see that Lance had disappeared.
"Where's Lance?"
Sniggers came from every other boy there. Frank gave a satisfied smile. "We've 'disposed' of him," he said. Seeing Remus' questioning look, James answered his question.
"We chucked him in the cupboard."
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"You are so going to pay for this. Just watch out!"
"Shut up,"
"Yeah, you may scorn now, but just you wait!"
"Lance, I'm serious, shut up,"
"... No you're not, he's Sirius..."
"Peter! Stop doing that!"
As the boys sat down to eat their breakfast in the Great Hall, the Head Girl, Molly Matthews handed them their schedules.
"Darn! Potions, Charms AND Flying lessons with the Slytherins. Don't they know it's dangerous for our health?"
"Ack... Transfiguration and History of Magic with Ravenclaw. We'll get last place, for sure,"
"DADA and Herbology with Hufflepuff. Well, that's not so bad, is it?"
Remus studied his schedule while taking a bite of his marmalade toast. Next to him, Sirius took a big gulp of his guava juice, looking over his shoulder.
Just then, a pack of owls flew overhead and delivered the morning post. Sirius gave a loud yelp as a parcel was dropped into his goblet. Quickly opening the half-soaked parcel, it revealed...
"Mirrors... MIRRORS!?" James snatched the package away from Sirius and searched it. "Hey, here's a not from your Aunt Andromeda. She's your only decent relative yet, right?" Remus couldn't help wondering what he meant by that while Sirius took the parchment and read out loud.
Dearest Sirius,
Sorry I haven't spoken in ages. I just HAD to leave. It was getting all too much for me. I bet I've been scorched off our family tree, don't you think? How are you? Have they been treating you well? (Sirius clammed up a bit at the last line before continuing)
I know you'd be pretty disappointed with this gift at first glance. They look like normal mirrors, but you're dead wrong. These are special two-way mirrors. It's a good way to communicate in far places. Say the name of the other person with the other mirror and WALAH! You'll be able to speak to them normally. Well, as normal as one can get with mirrors. If you want to deactivate it, just say "Goodbye" followed by the name of the person you're speaking to.
I hope you enjoy this gift. Just don't abuse it. You're parents will want to murder me even more if you do.
Cheers, ANDROMEDA BLACK
Sirius eyes gleamed. He took a mirror and promptly said, "Remus Lupin..." Nothing happened. Sirius tried again, even louder this time, "REMUS LUPIN,".
James squinted. Was Sirius's vision going defective? "Err, Sirius, mate. The mirror's with me..." Sirius looked up and blushed. Seeing as his friend was in no condition to do anything but make like a fire enjin (stupid Muggle words), James said clearly, "Sirius Black."
And, like magic, Sirius's face appeared live-like in James's mirror and likewise to Sirius's. The both muttered a soft, "Awesome..." before deactivating it. Remus rolled his eyes.
Sure, no abusing it, indeed.
---
After breakfast that day, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus made their way to Transfiguration. After the holidays, it seemed that every memory of broken steps were forgotten. Each of them had nearly fallen through the staircases approximately fourteen times altogether.
As they entered the spacious classroom, they halted. McGonagall was shooting them a most evil glare. Remus took a quick glance at his watch and sighed.
8.32 AM.
They were two minutes late.
"Have you noticed what time it is now?"
Slow, resigned nods came from the four boys. Everybody else in class were watching with vivid anticipation. Lily Evans was shaking her head impatiently as McGonagall approached them.
"As it's the first day of school, I feel that it's not necessary to take off points so early. But I will not tolerate tardiness in the future. You this, Potter, Black, Pettigrew. Now sit."
Fleeing to a row of empty desks in the middle of the class, they took out parchment and ink and began to take down notes. Remus felt very nervous, what if Beauxbatons' standards was lower than Hogwarts? But his uneasiness faded away as he found out the they were going to turn water bottles into cacti. He had done that before.
When he had successfully changed it, McGonagall offered him a rare smile in return along with 10 points to Gryffindor. Surprisingly, he was the first person to turn it into a cactus, despite the other Ravenclaws there. Sirius was jabbing the bottle with his wand, only succeeding in making it a sickly green colour. James was slightly better, but one could still see the bottle label faintly around the prickly plant.
"Professor! Koko's already changed hers!" Remus looked towards the front of the room and saw a pretty Japanese girl twirling her wand with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Show-off," said Peter. His bottle was still showing no signs of changes apart for the cap being slightly bumpy over the top.
---
Transfiguration was followed by Herbology, a most hated class of Remus Lupin. He did not see the importance of plants and taking care of them. Apparently, Lance felt the same way.
"Herbology. I can't stand it! What's so cool about herbs and the like? Might as well just buy potions and ingredients from the Apothecary. Frank, you must be really screwed in the head to like Herbology."
On the way to Greenhouse 2, Lance complaining their ears off, they came across a small, shaking boy who was dripping wet. It looked like he had been inside the lake. Frank took charge of the situation immediately. He swiftly took out his cloak and wrapped it around the other boy. The first-year tried to steady himself, his matted red hair plastered to his freckled face.
"Impressive, Frankie!"
"Stop. IT."
"Bloody hell. Are you okay, mate?"
"Don't be stupid, Peter, of course he's not okay! He's bloody wet!"
"Bloody wet? Haha, that's a good one,"
"He's staring at us funny..."
"Do you need to go to the Infirmary?"
"NO!"
James frowned, "Who did this to you? Surely you're not stupid enough to take a quick bath with our squid, right?"
"Sure, James. Go ahead and make him feel a little worse, why don't you?"
"Well, at least tell us your name, then. You can go up to the castle by yourself afterwards," said James. There was a pause before a hesitant "Andrew Lemming," came from the boy before he rushed up to the castle.
"He took my coat with him. Now I'll freeze to death!" grumbled Frank.
"Not like it makes any difference does it? You're like a walking icicle yourself..."
In the Greenhouse, they learnt about the pros and cons of Herbology. Remus had to admit it was pretty interesting, despite that they haven't even planted anything yet. He saw Frank Longbottom sneaking looks at the girl in front of him. A group of bored Hufflepuffs were trying to hide a Quidditch magazine under the desk. Professor Bloom's sharp eyes did not miss it.
"Lacey, Jones, Wells. Please step out,"
Three pairs of eyes darted around frantically. The thought, "Shit... we're dead," were practically plastered on their foreheads. The taller of them tossed it discreetly (well, discreetly to him) under the desk before going to the front of class.
"Thirty laps around the lake. Wells, fifty. Mind it's before eight minutes before you're back. Don't cheat, you know the consequences."
She then uttered a charm and a small timer appeared above their heads. The tallest, Benjamin Wells, looked like he was receiving his death sentence.
"Go."
Remus stared as the boys sped off. He made up his mind never to make Professor Bloom mad. "What are the consequences?" he whispered. Peter grinned.
"Wait and see, there's bound to be one who'll forget,"
"I bet it's Wells..."
"No way, it's Lacey for sure,"
"Psshh, you don't know what you're talking about. Jones's the resident scatterbrain in Hufflepuff,"
Everybody was eagerly awaiting the time when the boys will return. Surprisingly, Wells was the earliest, around seven minutes, bending down tiredly. Professor Bloom checked the timer and gave a small smile before removing the charm and allowing Wells to sit. A few seconds later, the blonde boy, ran in. Another smile before Nicholas Jones sat next to his puffing friend, nearly suffocating himself. Then the last boy crashed inside.
"ECK!"
This sound emitted from Remus, much to his utmost embarrassment. Nobody seemed to notice this weird statement except for Sirius, who was trying desperately not to burst out laughing. The last boy, Robert Lacey, whose hair was formerly in black dreads, now had glaring neon coloured hair, changing colours every few seconds. The word 'CHEAT' was stamped on his forehead. To top it all off, his hair had been neatly turned into a bun. Peter grinned slightly when he saw he was right.
"Only twenty-nine laps? Tsk tsk, how deceitful... Back to your seat."
The poor boy, gently twiddling with his bun whispered to Wells, "You told me I already had thirty laps!" Wells snorted quietly.
"Isn't it time you stopped listening to me? Half of it are always lies..."
"Y-you-you BOGGART!"
---
At dinner, every second-year Gryffindor sat down tiredly on the benches. Though it was the first day of school, it did not prevent the teachers from piling on the work. One teacher in question was extremely nasty.
"What's with all the lousy faces? More homework from McCain? Come on, at least you're not swatting for OWLs this year. He's going crazy!"
Professor McCain. Potions teacher. Slytherin Head. Scary. Mean. Utterly evil.
The man had been known for his favouritism for his own house. Not unexpectedly, he was out to attack all the other houses in the school. He had taken to a immense dislike for those 'pesky Gryffindors', which included James, Sirius, Peter... and...
Remus.
Remus had NEVER been on a teacher's bad side before. It just wasn't done. It benefited nobody, much less the student. So, surprised he was when he sat down for potions class that day. McCain had thrown a question at Remus, eager to bite him in the ass. Remus' answer was quick.
"Bicorn horn,"
The tall, imposing man who's hair looked like that Muggle scientist (Einsteen, was it? Remus could never remember the name) sneered, "You shouldn't show off like that. It leaves a bad impression. 15 marks from Gryffindor."
Remus sat back down, indignant. James patted him on the back, "Don't worry about it. He's... just having a bad day."
"Everyday is a bad day for him," scoffed Sirius.
To rub salt in the wound, the Slytherins had laughed at him and scorned him the whole double period. Plus, they had a new name for him. Who knew how long they took to come up with this one.
"Loony! When are you heading over to St. Mungos for your weekly checkup?"
Remus said nothing as Nicole Barton walked past, with her so-called posse behind her. All three girls had, as usual, dressed up exactly the same. Their platinum blonde hair (probably dyed) were tied up in a loose ponytail today. Each gave a deft flick of her head before moving on. Wanda sniffed.
"Clones, they are. They must all share the same malfunctioning brain,"
Everybody was soon preoccupied by the delicious food to pay any attention to anything else outside their table.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A piercing scream came from the Ravenclaw table. Everybody peered over to see what was going on. A girl stood rigid, her eyes bulging.
"What is she doing?"
Another scream tore from her throat.
"I don't know..."
Remus suddenly felt his head throbbing painfully. The girl had begun to convulse. Some people rushed to her aid. Remus shuddered.
What's happening? Why is she screaming? Tell her to stop... It's annoying
She started mumbling incoherently, "... Marvolo... won't... help... destroy... father," She then gave another scream. It didn't even seem human anymore, more like a caged animal. The pain seemed to multiply every passing second.
You're hindering me. Move aside.
The last thing Remus saw was he shocked looks from his friends as he fainted and fell to the floor.
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A/N – Another reason why I have been busy is because of my newest story. Yeah, I'm making up excuses. XD To make up for my tardiness, that was the longest chapter I've ever written. –checks- 2,700 words! You should be proud of me. Heh, or then again, maybe not. Please leave a review to tell me how I'm doing so far.
Kawaii Kinomoto