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"Would you like to explain me what you are doing here at such time of the night?"
"Didn't expect to see you here, Minerva. Has the teachers' celebration ended already?" asked Sirius innocently.
"Don't try to change the subject, Sirius. I asked what you are all doing here."
"We... we thought th-that we heard something in the ha-halls and went to ch- check," stuttered Ron. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the stupid explanation of the redhead.
"Maybe you thought that you heard a burglar, Mr Weasley?" Everyone except Ron, who turned bright red, snickered at that. "And it just so happened that you all stepped through the portrait hole and suddenly appeared in the other end of the castle, not to mention in the girls' bathroom?"
"You never know what may happen in this castle, can you Minerva?" smiled Sirius.
"I suggest you to wipe that charming smile of yours off of your face; you know that it lost its affect during the first month of you first year here at Hogwarts."
"But it did work at first."
"Just until your twentieth detention. But let's not get into memories, shall we? I am still waiting for your explanation. And," McGonagall finally noticed their bare feet "where are your shoes?"
"Would you believe if we said that it somehow disappeared, professor?" asked Harry in a hopeful voice stepping from behind Sirius. And doing that was a bad idea.
"What in the name of Merlin happened to your hair, Mr Potter?!" Harry was opening his mouth to answer but McGonagall stopped him: "Better don't answer; I'm sure you'd say that a blast-ended skrewt ate it." Again everyone snickered at professor's words but the snickering soon faded from the stern look of McGonagall.
"Er... so we will just go, professor," carefully tried her luck Hermione.
"Yes, see you tomorrow, Minerva, and Happy New Year," Sirius and the kids turned to leave but were stopped by McGonagall's voice.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Back to the common room. We thought you didn't want us wandering in the halls so..." explained Sirius.
"Oh yes, there won't be any more walking in the corridors this night, but," professor looked at each one of them sternly, "your little party is over also. This means that kids will go to sleep to their dorms and you, Sirius, to yours which if I remember well is in the opposite direction."
"But Minerva..."
"No buts, Sirius. And since I can't trust you, I myself will accompany you to your room and make sure that you will stay there for the rest of the night." Sirius groaned but didn't dare to object so he silently followed McGonagall while the kids went to the opposite direction after saying their good nights.
After some time in the Gryffindor's common room
The kids stepped into the common room through the portrait hole looking grim.
"That bloody McGonagall just had to ruin all the fun!" shouted dissatisfied Ron flopping down to the armchair near the fireplace.
"Thanks Merlin she didn't deduct points from Gryffindor," Hermione seated herself on the ground in front of the fireplace, her legs stretched out to the flames, after that little walk she could hardly feel her legs at all.
"Even she isn't that cruel. It's New Year after all!" Ginny lay down on the sofa. "What do you think she had planned saying that she will make sure that Sirius stays in his room for the rest of the night?"
"Lock him maybe?" suggested Harry.
"I say she's staying with him for the night," said Ron and was greeted by a cushion being slammed to his face by Ginny. "What was that for?"
"For sick thoughts. Just try to imagine them... in bed, ew."
"Who said anything about bed? I was thinking about them seated in Sirius' kitchen with two cups of coffee talking about old times. That's your thoughts that are sick, not mine," grinned Ron and had another encounter with a cushion for his words.
"What do you all think about going to sleep? It's no use continuing the game without Sirius," suggested Harry.
"Yeah, the whole fun is gone without him. No more his and Hermione's bickering."
"Hey I heard that!" said Hermione from her place on the ground, trying hard to sound offended but failing miserably. "You do whatever you want but I'm staying right here. I wouldn't move from the fireplace even if a madman fell from it," as soon as the words left her lips, there was a soft whoosh and a figure of a man fell from the fireplace directly onto Hermione pressing her to the ground. "I didn't mean literally!!"
"Oh, sorry," came Sirius' voice (of course you understood that the man from the fireplace was Sirius, didn't you?). "I have a bad habit to fall from the fireplace, not step from it like normal people." He then lifted himself a little bit and noticed who was underneath him. "However, maybe it's not that bad habit after all, I could even get used to such fallings," Ron and Ginny laughed at that comment.
"Better don't. And could you please get off of me?"
"What, you don't like this position?"
"I didn't say that. It's just that you're heavy."
"Oh sorry," Sirius rolled from Hermione to the ground and sat up. "Hey Harry, bring me Marauders map."
"What for?"
"I want to see what McGonagall is doing."
"Ok, I'll get it." Harry ran to his dorm and soon came out of it with a map in his hand. Sirius took it from his godson, touched it with his wand and said:
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He then started looking for a dot with McGonagall's name above while others settled themselves comfortable on the sofa or in armchairs.
"What shall we do now?" asked Ron.
"Run, and fast," answered Sirius.
"Why?"
"Because McGonagall is just a few steps from the portrait hole and I think she is going to check on you, guys."
TBC
A/N: PoA was bloody brilliant. If you haven't seen it yet then what are you waiting for???
"Would you like to explain me what you are doing here at such time of the night?"
"Didn't expect to see you here, Minerva. Has the teachers' celebration ended already?" asked Sirius innocently.
"Don't try to change the subject, Sirius. I asked what you are all doing here."
"We... we thought th-that we heard something in the ha-halls and went to ch- check," stuttered Ron. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the stupid explanation of the redhead.
"Maybe you thought that you heard a burglar, Mr Weasley?" Everyone except Ron, who turned bright red, snickered at that. "And it just so happened that you all stepped through the portrait hole and suddenly appeared in the other end of the castle, not to mention in the girls' bathroom?"
"You never know what may happen in this castle, can you Minerva?" smiled Sirius.
"I suggest you to wipe that charming smile of yours off of your face; you know that it lost its affect during the first month of you first year here at Hogwarts."
"But it did work at first."
"Just until your twentieth detention. But let's not get into memories, shall we? I am still waiting for your explanation. And," McGonagall finally noticed their bare feet "where are your shoes?"
"Would you believe if we said that it somehow disappeared, professor?" asked Harry in a hopeful voice stepping from behind Sirius. And doing that was a bad idea.
"What in the name of Merlin happened to your hair, Mr Potter?!" Harry was opening his mouth to answer but McGonagall stopped him: "Better don't answer; I'm sure you'd say that a blast-ended skrewt ate it." Again everyone snickered at professor's words but the snickering soon faded from the stern look of McGonagall.
"Er... so we will just go, professor," carefully tried her luck Hermione.
"Yes, see you tomorrow, Minerva, and Happy New Year," Sirius and the kids turned to leave but were stopped by McGonagall's voice.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Back to the common room. We thought you didn't want us wandering in the halls so..." explained Sirius.
"Oh yes, there won't be any more walking in the corridors this night, but," professor looked at each one of them sternly, "your little party is over also. This means that kids will go to sleep to their dorms and you, Sirius, to yours which if I remember well is in the opposite direction."
"But Minerva..."
"No buts, Sirius. And since I can't trust you, I myself will accompany you to your room and make sure that you will stay there for the rest of the night." Sirius groaned but didn't dare to object so he silently followed McGonagall while the kids went to the opposite direction after saying their good nights.
After some time in the Gryffindor's common room
The kids stepped into the common room through the portrait hole looking grim.
"That bloody McGonagall just had to ruin all the fun!" shouted dissatisfied Ron flopping down to the armchair near the fireplace.
"Thanks Merlin she didn't deduct points from Gryffindor," Hermione seated herself on the ground in front of the fireplace, her legs stretched out to the flames, after that little walk she could hardly feel her legs at all.
"Even she isn't that cruel. It's New Year after all!" Ginny lay down on the sofa. "What do you think she had planned saying that she will make sure that Sirius stays in his room for the rest of the night?"
"Lock him maybe?" suggested Harry.
"I say she's staying with him for the night," said Ron and was greeted by a cushion being slammed to his face by Ginny. "What was that for?"
"For sick thoughts. Just try to imagine them... in bed, ew."
"Who said anything about bed? I was thinking about them seated in Sirius' kitchen with two cups of coffee talking about old times. That's your thoughts that are sick, not mine," grinned Ron and had another encounter with a cushion for his words.
"What do you all think about going to sleep? It's no use continuing the game without Sirius," suggested Harry.
"Yeah, the whole fun is gone without him. No more his and Hermione's bickering."
"Hey I heard that!" said Hermione from her place on the ground, trying hard to sound offended but failing miserably. "You do whatever you want but I'm staying right here. I wouldn't move from the fireplace even if a madman fell from it," as soon as the words left her lips, there was a soft whoosh and a figure of a man fell from the fireplace directly onto Hermione pressing her to the ground. "I didn't mean literally!!"
"Oh, sorry," came Sirius' voice (of course you understood that the man from the fireplace was Sirius, didn't you?). "I have a bad habit to fall from the fireplace, not step from it like normal people." He then lifted himself a little bit and noticed who was underneath him. "However, maybe it's not that bad habit after all, I could even get used to such fallings," Ron and Ginny laughed at that comment.
"Better don't. And could you please get off of me?"
"What, you don't like this position?"
"I didn't say that. It's just that you're heavy."
"Oh sorry," Sirius rolled from Hermione to the ground and sat up. "Hey Harry, bring me Marauders map."
"What for?"
"I want to see what McGonagall is doing."
"Ok, I'll get it." Harry ran to his dorm and soon came out of it with a map in his hand. Sirius took it from his godson, touched it with his wand and said:
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He then started looking for a dot with McGonagall's name above while others settled themselves comfortable on the sofa or in armchairs.
"What shall we do now?" asked Ron.
"Run, and fast," answered Sirius.
"Why?"
"Because McGonagall is just a few steps from the portrait hole and I think she is going to check on you, guys."
TBC
A/N: PoA was bloody brilliant. If you haven't seen it yet then what are you waiting for???