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(a/n: This is currently being revised and the revisions have not been added because--i have not received them as of yet. Oh and Happy Birthday to ME!)
Sirius, who had been laying on his bed and deep in thought, sat up suddenly. "Guys, have you realized that we haven't pulled a prank on our favorite friends yet?" he asked, a twinkle in his playful blue eyes. The Marauders grinned.
"I say breakfast tomorrow morning," James said thoughtfully. "And I have the perfect idea," he added.
The Marauders spent the remainder of the evening going over the plan James had come up with. They went over any flaws and fixed it so the prank was perfect. They decided they were too excited to sleep, so they made their way down to the common room. It was dead silent and the fire was throwing shadows throughout the room. Sirius glanced out the window and saw the sun beginning to rise, casting pastel colors across the sky. He turned his eyes towards his best friends and smiled. Remus was nodding off on one of the couches, Peter was asleep on the other, waiting for breakfast when they were to pull one of their famous pranks and James sat deep in thought. Sirius knew better than to disturb a thinking James, unless he felt like loosing a body part. With breakfast a few hours away, Sirius sat down drowsily in one of the chairs and dozed off with his head resting on the arm of the deep crimson chair.
Dark clouds rolled in as the sky was shattered by the strip of lightning flashing before her eyes. Silence was disturbed by the perpetual sound of thunder, carrying its cries far beyond the world any visible eye can see. Rain pelts her skin, stinging like pinpricks, leaving dots of crimson to merge with rain and slowly trickle to the ground--where the liquid died.
Distanced from love--she lived in loneliness and misery. Her tormented thoughts--her only company, her only friend. How can one feel so alone in a world filled with billions? One person. Singled out by misery to cry an endless sea of crimson. Certainly one cannot live this way. "Oh, but I can," she whispers to herself. Reading her own thoughts and answering them. Staggering along the fine line between insanity and plain emptiness. Pain and loneliness caging her within their claws--sharp and deadly to the gentlest touch. Searing pain rips through her body and every nerve is awakened--but she lays in a peaceful rest in the stars, in the heavens. A nightmare reaching the tip of her fingers, grasping for her sanity which lies just within reach. And the scene changes without interruption, without flaw. The setting was the same but the characters were not. Standing in the young girl's place was a unicorn, angry and deadly.
The unicorn's rage burned in fury, encompassing it's sleek, ink fur in a sphere of fire. There before it stood its worst enemy--the world's worst enemy. Darkness loomed beyond sight and death still haunted the still air but a faint light gleamed in the unicorn's eyes, suppressing the darkness temporarily. The ever creeping darkness threatened the light but only just remaining out of distance. The enemy which lay ahead was feared by all; even the earth shivered beneath his feet. His features were unrecognizable, cloaked by none other than darkness itself. His eyes were all that were visible, red serpentine eyes that could penetrate any soul and steal its warmth. The eyes searched curiously deep within this unicorn's soul, grasping memories from a painful past. The unicorn whinnied in response, it's eyes turning a fierce, deep, crimson, pacing back and forth trying to recapture what had been lost. The figure laughed a high pitched, eerie laugh that was not human, not even immortal. The figure was not human, it was Pravus. Pravus--the spawn of the devil, pure evil. Praesumo, the jet black unicorn was weakened slightly by this darkness but its faith never faltered. The flames burned hard licking at anything that came close. Pravus needed just one more memory, one more memory and Praesumo would be his, a servant to the evil that lay in a world just beneath their feet. They needed Praesumo, the superstition behind the black unicorn. It was believed that whomever saw the black unicorn would die and they were bad luck. Due to this superstition, the unicorns were murdered and were endangered. The number of unicorns threatened the existence and only one survived. One black unicorn survived the massacre, Praesumo. Pravus' eyes gleamed with hatred as they searched the unicorn's soul for more memories but his eyes reached a dead end. Either he extinguished all the unicorn's memories and it somehow survived this onslaught of torture, or the unicorn's conscience built a barricade around the memories, locking them further into Praesumo soul, far beyond Pravus' reach. 'It was only time,' Praesumo thought, 'only time.' Pravus screamed in rage, the unicorn showed no sign of surrender and Pravus had no other way to weaken his foe. He found himself caged inside Praesumo's soul, finally it was Pravus who understood the feeling of anguish. The longer his mind was inside Praesumo's soul, the weaker he became. 'So Praesumo isn't as weak as we thought,' Pravus muttered to himself silently as he dropped to his knees. Pravus was losing to Praesumo, fear danced in his eyes as the unicorn glared at him, its horn gleaming silver reflecting the light from the moon. The moon caught Pravus' attention, for it glared down angrily, staining crimson on Pravus' face. He looked to the sky and he saw Mars burning bright, the planet of war was angry and Pravus had a silent agreement with Mars that night. With one last curse, Pravus screamed, "Mercy! Forgiveness!" As his soul faded from his body, the unicorn fell, becoming weak with the power it held within. The sphere of fire slowly died to a dull roar but still protecting the unicorn from any mortal harm. The unicorn's eyes turned green, slowly tinting the crimson color and then consuming it completely. Praesumo won, light triumphed over evil. The last Midnight Unicorn defeated the world's enemy and conquered. The darkness faded and light resumed it's position.
Lily woke with a start, sweat dripping down her pale face and her sweaty palms were holding her sheets in a death grip. She sat up and leaned her head against the cool wooden headboard, breathing heavily. Her dream still burned into her mind. Lily looked towards the window and saw the sun just above the horizon, it was still early. But Lily knew she wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep again and she got up slowly from her sweat stained bed. She made her way to her morning shower, relaxing and having the dream pushed to the back of her head. When she pulled herself from the shower, Lily noticed her roomates, still sound asleep. Quietly pulling her robes on, Lily dried her hair, grabbed her books for Arithmancy, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts and headed towards the comforts of the common room.
When Lily reached the bottom of the stone stairs she was surprised to see that she was not the only one awake. The Marauders had taken over the common room but only one was still awake. Remus and Peter lay asleep on two different couches and Sirius was curled up in a tight ball on one of the chairs. James took the other chair but he was wide awake, staring into the fire. Lily stared at James hard, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She noted that the flames seemed to have devoured James' eyes and were now dancing in his lenses. But it was only a trick of light, she reminded herself. She made herself invisible and used this skill to quietly sneak out of the common room without attracting the attention of James.
Sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, Lily put the finishing touches on a Transfiguration essay she was assigned the previous day. By the time she had finished, a few early risers were making their way into the Great Hall. To Lily's disappointment, the Marauders and half of the Slytherin house were among them. The Marauders sat down a few seats away from Lily and began shovelling food onto their empty plates, Lily turned away in disgust, staring at her own plate. A couple of slices of toast lay on the side of her golden plate, uneaten. Lily still didn't have an appetite and the thought of food made her nauseous.
She could hear the Marauders whispering to each other but her hearing couldn't pick up the words. Minutes passed and the remainder of the Slytherin house along with a few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws straggled into the Great Hall for breakfast. The whispers from the Marauders became fierce and more secretive. Lily watched them carefully, something about the way they acted wasn't right; it was downright suspicious.
James suddenly got up and strutted across the great hall to sit next to a pretty blonde girl at the Ravenclaw table, which happened to lie adjacent to Slytherin's table. The girl, Emma, smiled graciously and began chatting animatedly to James, who didn't seem to pay attention. His attention was drawn towards the Slytherin table, eyeing them wearily before turning back to the girl. Sirius soon followed suit and found his place next to another Ravenclaw, Leana and then Remus joined Sirius. Peter remained at the almost filled Gryffindor table and watched the three Marauders closely before turning towards the Slytherins. He made eye contact with Lucius Malfoy who immediately took out his wand, twirling it in his fingers. Peter glared at him spitefully before meeting the other Marauders eyes. He grinned at their friendliness and nodded, signaling them it was time. Sirius, James, and Remus pulled out their wands and pointed them towards the Slytherin table, muttering an incantation under their breath.
Suddenly, the silence of the morning breakfast was abruptly interrupted by the Slytherins' shrieks. Each one stood up infuriated and their appearanced caused the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw students to erupt into uncontainable laughter. Every Slytherin students' cloak had transformed into vivid hot pink wedding dresses and they supported violet veils upon their heads. They also began singing Celebration whenever they opened their mouths. Severus Snape looked like he was about to murder someone, his dress was not pink but a hideous, putrid yellow color and his veil was colored to match.
Sirius couldn't control himself any longer. "Hey, Snivellus! You're looking exquisite in that gown!" he screamed. The students' laughter rang throughout the Great Hall and the Slytherins looked like they were about to cry from embarrassment. Professor McGonagall stormed from the Staff table and performed the counter curse on each Slytherin student before turning her anger towards the Marauders. She reprimanded them, taking fifty points from Gryffindor and giving them each a detention. They just grinned and accepted the punishment but Lily was fuming mad! She couldn't believe that the Marauders could be cruel and unjust to their other students. They just shook it off and made their way out of the Great Hall heading to their next class, laughing hysterically. Lily got up from the table, leaving her toast uneaten and stomped to Arithmancy, ignoring all the excited whispers about the newest Marauder prank and glad she didn't share the next class with the unruly group.
(a/n: This is currently being revised and the revisions have not been added because--i have not received them as of yet. Oh and Happy Birthday to ME!)
Sirius, who had been laying on his bed and deep in thought, sat up suddenly. "Guys, have you realized that we haven't pulled a prank on our favorite friends yet?" he asked, a twinkle in his playful blue eyes. The Marauders grinned.
"I say breakfast tomorrow morning," James said thoughtfully. "And I have the perfect idea," he added.
The Marauders spent the remainder of the evening going over the plan James had come up with. They went over any flaws and fixed it so the prank was perfect. They decided they were too excited to sleep, so they made their way down to the common room. It was dead silent and the fire was throwing shadows throughout the room. Sirius glanced out the window and saw the sun beginning to rise, casting pastel colors across the sky. He turned his eyes towards his best friends and smiled. Remus was nodding off on one of the couches, Peter was asleep on the other, waiting for breakfast when they were to pull one of their famous pranks and James sat deep in thought. Sirius knew better than to disturb a thinking James, unless he felt like loosing a body part. With breakfast a few hours away, Sirius sat down drowsily in one of the chairs and dozed off with his head resting on the arm of the deep crimson chair.
Dark clouds rolled in as the sky was shattered by the strip of lightning flashing before her eyes. Silence was disturbed by the perpetual sound of thunder, carrying its cries far beyond the world any visible eye can see. Rain pelts her skin, stinging like pinpricks, leaving dots of crimson to merge with rain and slowly trickle to the ground--where the liquid died.
Distanced from love--she lived in loneliness and misery. Her tormented thoughts--her only company, her only friend. How can one feel so alone in a world filled with billions? One person. Singled out by misery to cry an endless sea of crimson. Certainly one cannot live this way. "Oh, but I can," she whispers to herself. Reading her own thoughts and answering them. Staggering along the fine line between insanity and plain emptiness. Pain and loneliness caging her within their claws--sharp and deadly to the gentlest touch. Searing pain rips through her body and every nerve is awakened--but she lays in a peaceful rest in the stars, in the heavens. A nightmare reaching the tip of her fingers, grasping for her sanity which lies just within reach. And the scene changes without interruption, without flaw. The setting was the same but the characters were not. Standing in the young girl's place was a unicorn, angry and deadly.
The unicorn's rage burned in fury, encompassing it's sleek, ink fur in a sphere of fire. There before it stood its worst enemy--the world's worst enemy. Darkness loomed beyond sight and death still haunted the still air but a faint light gleamed in the unicorn's eyes, suppressing the darkness temporarily. The ever creeping darkness threatened the light but only just remaining out of distance. The enemy which lay ahead was feared by all; even the earth shivered beneath his feet. His features were unrecognizable, cloaked by none other than darkness itself. His eyes were all that were visible, red serpentine eyes that could penetrate any soul and steal its warmth. The eyes searched curiously deep within this unicorn's soul, grasping memories from a painful past. The unicorn whinnied in response, it's eyes turning a fierce, deep, crimson, pacing back and forth trying to recapture what had been lost. The figure laughed a high pitched, eerie laugh that was not human, not even immortal. The figure was not human, it was Pravus. Pravus--the spawn of the devil, pure evil. Praesumo, the jet black unicorn was weakened slightly by this darkness but its faith never faltered. The flames burned hard licking at anything that came close. Pravus needed just one more memory, one more memory and Praesumo would be his, a servant to the evil that lay in a world just beneath their feet. They needed Praesumo, the superstition behind the black unicorn. It was believed that whomever saw the black unicorn would die and they were bad luck. Due to this superstition, the unicorns were murdered and were endangered. The number of unicorns threatened the existence and only one survived. One black unicorn survived the massacre, Praesumo. Pravus' eyes gleamed with hatred as they searched the unicorn's soul for more memories but his eyes reached a dead end. Either he extinguished all the unicorn's memories and it somehow survived this onslaught of torture, or the unicorn's conscience built a barricade around the memories, locking them further into Praesumo soul, far beyond Pravus' reach. 'It was only time,' Praesumo thought, 'only time.' Pravus screamed in rage, the unicorn showed no sign of surrender and Pravus had no other way to weaken his foe. He found himself caged inside Praesumo's soul, finally it was Pravus who understood the feeling of anguish. The longer his mind was inside Praesumo's soul, the weaker he became. 'So Praesumo isn't as weak as we thought,' Pravus muttered to himself silently as he dropped to his knees. Pravus was losing to Praesumo, fear danced in his eyes as the unicorn glared at him, its horn gleaming silver reflecting the light from the moon. The moon caught Pravus' attention, for it glared down angrily, staining crimson on Pravus' face. He looked to the sky and he saw Mars burning bright, the planet of war was angry and Pravus had a silent agreement with Mars that night. With one last curse, Pravus screamed, "Mercy! Forgiveness!" As his soul faded from his body, the unicorn fell, becoming weak with the power it held within. The sphere of fire slowly died to a dull roar but still protecting the unicorn from any mortal harm. The unicorn's eyes turned green, slowly tinting the crimson color and then consuming it completely. Praesumo won, light triumphed over evil. The last Midnight Unicorn defeated the world's enemy and conquered. The darkness faded and light resumed it's position.
Lily woke with a start, sweat dripping down her pale face and her sweaty palms were holding her sheets in a death grip. She sat up and leaned her head against the cool wooden headboard, breathing heavily. Her dream still burned into her mind. Lily looked towards the window and saw the sun just above the horizon, it was still early. But Lily knew she wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep again and she got up slowly from her sweat stained bed. She made her way to her morning shower, relaxing and having the dream pushed to the back of her head. When she pulled herself from the shower, Lily noticed her roomates, still sound asleep. Quietly pulling her robes on, Lily dried her hair, grabbed her books for Arithmancy, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts and headed towards the comforts of the common room.
When Lily reached the bottom of the stone stairs she was surprised to see that she was not the only one awake. The Marauders had taken over the common room but only one was still awake. Remus and Peter lay asleep on two different couches and Sirius was curled up in a tight ball on one of the chairs. James took the other chair but he was wide awake, staring into the fire. Lily stared at James hard, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She noted that the flames seemed to have devoured James' eyes and were now dancing in his lenses. But it was only a trick of light, she reminded herself. She made herself invisible and used this skill to quietly sneak out of the common room without attracting the attention of James.
Sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, Lily put the finishing touches on a Transfiguration essay she was assigned the previous day. By the time she had finished, a few early risers were making their way into the Great Hall. To Lily's disappointment, the Marauders and half of the Slytherin house were among them. The Marauders sat down a few seats away from Lily and began shovelling food onto their empty plates, Lily turned away in disgust, staring at her own plate. A couple of slices of toast lay on the side of her golden plate, uneaten. Lily still didn't have an appetite and the thought of food made her nauseous.
She could hear the Marauders whispering to each other but her hearing couldn't pick up the words. Minutes passed and the remainder of the Slytherin house along with a few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws straggled into the Great Hall for breakfast. The whispers from the Marauders became fierce and more secretive. Lily watched them carefully, something about the way they acted wasn't right; it was downright suspicious.
James suddenly got up and strutted across the great hall to sit next to a pretty blonde girl at the Ravenclaw table, which happened to lie adjacent to Slytherin's table. The girl, Emma, smiled graciously and began chatting animatedly to James, who didn't seem to pay attention. His attention was drawn towards the Slytherin table, eyeing them wearily before turning back to the girl. Sirius soon followed suit and found his place next to another Ravenclaw, Leana and then Remus joined Sirius. Peter remained at the almost filled Gryffindor table and watched the three Marauders closely before turning towards the Slytherins. He made eye contact with Lucius Malfoy who immediately took out his wand, twirling it in his fingers. Peter glared at him spitefully before meeting the other Marauders eyes. He grinned at their friendliness and nodded, signaling them it was time. Sirius, James, and Remus pulled out their wands and pointed them towards the Slytherin table, muttering an incantation under their breath.
Suddenly, the silence of the morning breakfast was abruptly interrupted by the Slytherins' shrieks. Each one stood up infuriated and their appearanced caused the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw students to erupt into uncontainable laughter. Every Slytherin students' cloak had transformed into vivid hot pink wedding dresses and they supported violet veils upon their heads. They also began singing Celebration whenever they opened their mouths. Severus Snape looked like he was about to murder someone, his dress was not pink but a hideous, putrid yellow color and his veil was colored to match.
Sirius couldn't control himself any longer. "Hey, Snivellus! You're looking exquisite in that gown!" he screamed. The students' laughter rang throughout the Great Hall and the Slytherins looked like they were about to cry from embarrassment. Professor McGonagall stormed from the Staff table and performed the counter curse on each Slytherin student before turning her anger towards the Marauders. She reprimanded them, taking fifty points from Gryffindor and giving them each a detention. They just grinned and accepted the punishment but Lily was fuming mad! She couldn't believe that the Marauders could be cruel and unjust to their other students. They just shook it off and made their way out of the Great Hall heading to their next class, laughing hysterically. Lily got up from the table, leaving her toast uneaten and stomped to Arithmancy, ignoring all the excited whispers about the newest Marauder prank and glad she didn't share the next class with the unruly group.