The Marauders of Hogwarts: Year Two

A/N: May I present…*drumroll*…Me, Hermione2, who's back with another chapter!

I'm not sure what I'll put in this one yet, so if I come up with any nice cliffies I'll be very proud of myself.

And by the way, I'd appreciate it if someone would read my Original Fiction story and tell me what they think of it. It's my first one, and I want to know if I should continue it…or if your response is something like this: "AAAAAAH! Get it off the site! It's so horrible! IT'S KILLING ME!!!" ^_^ I mean, I know it's a ripoff of Sleeping Beauty in the prologue, but it's different in the next chapters. Anyway, Gail Carson Levine wrote a ripoff of Cinderella and it won awards! So there! :D

And thank you, thank you, thank you for reviewing!

And thanks so much to DemonWitch666 and animegirl (who reviewed TWICE and IMed me to ask how this chapter was going, wow, thanks! ^_^) for reviewing!!!!!!

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, places, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling, the best writer EVER!!! And I mean EVER! All the characters, places, etc. that you don't recognize belong to me. Get it, got it, good.

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Chapter 3

Daydreaming

The first week or so of term was spent reviewing the high points of what they had learned last year, which was pretty easy, since they had all gotten fairly good marks, even Peter (he had some help, of course). (A/N: Of course. He couldn't have done it on his own, the little rat. *glares*)

Another good thing about this week was that Lily managed to find a Charm to magically cut her hair, making it perfectly even. It was still about three inches shorter, but Lily had played a couple of pranks on James, such as rigging a bucket of water to fall on him when he got out of bed, and dying his hair a hideous shade of yellow with purple polka dots, so she felt content.

The next week, however, was different. They went over completely new things, and even Lily and James, the two geniuses, had some trouble mastering them.

One thing that was a bit strange was that Transfiguration was James' best subject, and Lily's worst one, and that Charms was Lily's best subject, and James' worst. It was like they were made to help each other or something. When they got mad at each other, or were just too lazy to help, James' grades went down in Charms, or Lily's went down in Transfiguration.

Unfortunately for Lily, the first lesson of the day was Transfiguration, so she had no warning, and they happened to be doing something completely new.

"W-wha?" she stammered incoherently, with a horrified look on her face. "Turn a…a beetle…into a…a button!"

"Yep, Lils," James said in the seat next to her, grinning. "Turn a beetle into a button!" He started laughing.

"Laugh this off!" Lily said, and said furiously, "Silencio!"

James looked down at himself, and noticed nothing wrong, so he opened his mouth to laugh at her again…and no sound came out.

James screamed silently.

"Hahahaha…" Lily had a good laugh, while James tried to splutter out insults, but it still looked like he had a mute button and it had just been pushed.

Professor McGonagall came over to the two of them and said sternly, "Does something amuse you, Miss Evans?"

James began furiously mouthing something, but still, no sound came out. Lily started laughing even harder.

"Miss Evans, answer me!"

Professor Abbot, the Potions teacher, suddenly poked his head in at the door to the classroom and stammered, "Er…the…er…Headmaster…wants to see…er…Miss…er…Evans."

Everyone stared. The Headmaster? Wow, they thought, Lily must really be in trouble. James smirked.

"And…er…Potter." James' mouth opened in shock. What had he done? Everyone else lost interest. James was always getting in trouble.

***

Professor Abbot led the two second-years up two floors, making conversation that mainly consisted of the word 'er'. Professor Abbot, Lily concluded, was the most nervous person she had ever met. Ever. He must have serious issues. Meanwhile, James glared daggers at her. Very long and pointy daggers, he decided, with dried blood on them to make it more intimidating.

Finally, they got to the stone gargoyle that guarded Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Er…Fizzing…er…Whizbees," Professor Abbot stammered. The gargoyle didn't move.

Looking worried, he tried again. "F-F-Fizzing Whizbees."

No response.

Lily thought for a minute, and then said clearly, without any stammering or 'er'ring, "Fizzing Whizbees." The gargoyle jumped aside, and a flight of stairs that were moving upward constantly was visible. "See, Professor," she said kindly, "You just should stutter so much. It really doesn't get you ahead in the world."

Professor Abbot gaped angrily as Lily stepped onto the staircase.

"T-T-Ten points off Gryffindor, M-Miss Evans!"

He stomped off. Wow, Lily thought, he has some spirit after all.

She and James got onto the staircase, with James behind Lily. James had got off daggers now, and was daydreaming about Lily hanging by her fingers off something with a very long drop under it. Suddenly, a very weird thing happened.

The stair Lily was on suddenly flipped over, and Lily fell and screamed, grabbing the edge of the stair below the one she had been on. "Stupid trick stair," she muttered, and looked down--and then she turned pale.

There was nothing below the stairs. Absolutely nothing. A very long drop. James stared. Had he made that happen?

Lily, who was afraid of heights, muttered, "I don't like this, I don't like this, I definitely don't like this--Potter! Get me out of this stair!" she yelled.

"Is there a problem, Miss Evans?" Professor Dumbledore inquired, coming down the staircase. When he saw Lily hanging on the stair, he looked mildly surprised. "It tends to do that sometimes," he said. "Here, let me help." He waved a hand, and the stair flew up into it's proper place again, so that Lily collapsed onto it in a heap. She got up slowly, trembling a little from the aftermath of her problems with heights.

"Th-thank you, Sir," she said.

"Don't mention it, Miss Evans…Hello, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, smiling at him. "How about you both come up to my office?"

James nodded. He was still unable to speak, but he thought he would draw it out and then blame Lily when he couldn't answer Dumbledore when he asked him a question or something. He was relieved too. Dumbledore had said that had happened before. He hadn't caused Lily to fall. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised to find that it was enough to be a wizard. He didn't want other special powers too. Too much work.

Lily and James followed Dumbledore up to the door of his office, and Dumbledore ushered them in, directing them to a couple of chairs in front of his desk.

"Miss Evans…Mr. Potter," the Headmaster said gravely, seating himself in a big velvet-covered armchair behind his desk. "…You remember the reason I called you all here to my office last year?"

Lily said, "Yes, Sir." James nodded.

"You remember that I have reason to believe that you, Miss Evans, are the One of Jewels, which is why Voldemort had been threatening you…Have you had any more experiences of that sort since last year, Miss Evans?"

"No, Sir."

"Ah…" Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "…And Mr. Potter, has anything unusual happened to you?"

James shook his head.

"Were you by any chance daydreaming about Miss Evans falling into an abyss, or something of that sort, when that stair flipped over? Because I have quite a nice abyss under those stairs. I call it the Abysmal Abyss. Wouldn't you say that's a good name?"

James' mouth opened in shock. He tried to talk.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter? I didn't quite catch that."

James made frantic hand motions.

"Ah, yes…you're spelling out something in sign language, correct?"

James nodded vigorously.

"Do it again."

"Ah…I'm getting L-I-L-Y-P-U-T-A-C-U-R-S-E-O-N-M-E." Dumbledore wrote these letters down on paper as he spoke, and then stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Now what would that spell…? Er…Lilyputacurseonme…Ah! Lily put a curse on me! Wait…Lily put a curse on me? I don't remember Miss Evans putting a curse on me…"

James put his head in his hands. Lily smirked.

Tiredly, James waved a hand in front of Dumbledore's face to get his attention, then spelled out L-I-L-Y-P-U-T-A-C-U-R-S-E-O-N-J-A-M-E-S-P-O-T-T-E-R.

"Oh…Lily put a curse on James Potter! But…Miss Evans, did you put a curse on Mr. Potter here?"

"Maybe," Lily said evasively.

"Mr. Potter just spelled out I-C-A-N-T-T-A-L-K….What incantation did you use, Miss Evans? …S-I-L-E-N-C-I-O. Ah. Reverso Silencio!"

James stammered out, "Thank you, Professor…"

"Your welcome. Now, let's get back to what we were talking about."

"Oh, right," James said, looking sheepish. Then, he took off like a rollercoaster. "Professor Dumbledore, I was daydreaming about Lily hanging off a cliff or something above an abyss!" Lily glared. James noticed and said, "Well, you deserved it. I can't survive without talking. That was just plain cold-hearted…But how did you know, Professor?"

"Well, Mr. Potter…I have some skill with that sort of thing myself."

James looked shocked. "But…but…But what did I do?"

"You used telepathy, Mr. Potter. A very strong form of it, if you were simply daydreaming."

"But…what's telepathy?"

"Miss Evans?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Lily and addressed her. "You are Muggle-born. I trust you know."

"Yes, I do. Telepathy is the ability to move things with your mind, without touching them. Though why you have it I can't figure out, James Potter, since you have to be very intelligent to do it," she said, glaring at him again.

James smirked at her and said, "So you finally admit it, do you?"

"Don't talk to me, Potter," Lily snapped.

"Hm…Miss Evans, you can go." Lily left, and once she was out the door the Headmaster said, "Mr. Potter, I want you to come back here during lunchtime today."

***

Lily and James caught up with the rest of the second-years in Charms, the second lesson of the day, and told the other Gryffindors about what Dumbledore had said.

"You're telepathic?" Mira said keenly. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah," Fiona said.

"Wicked!" Thea said loudly, causing half the room to look at her, and Professor Flitwick to tell her to quiet down.

When everyone else had gone back to practicing the lesson, James said, "But I don't think Dumbledore would want me to tell anyone outside this group, since we're the only ones in that prophecy thing," James said slowly.

"Oh, don't worry," Sirius said. "Who would we tell, anyway?"

James shrugged.

A few minutes later, he accidentally blew up the feather he was supposed to be practicing the lesson on.

"Oops."

***

"Er…Professor Dumbledore, you wanted to see me?" James said, standing nervously in front of the Headmaster's desk.

"Yes. I wanted to talk you about your telepathy."

"Er…okay."

"I think this might be your part in the prophecy. Telepathy is your talent. When one has a strong talent, it is often wise to develop that talent. Therefore, I am going to be training you myself, Mr. Potter."

"You?" James said in shock. Dumbledore, teaching him? He didn't feel good enough.

"Yes, me. Hm…I believe we will start in a month or so."

"Yes, sir."

"And I advise you not to tell anyone about your telepathy except people you can trust."

"Yes, sir."

***

"Hm…Venyetta, fan me."

"Yes, M'Lord," Venyetta said, raising a palm fan and creating a nice breeze. She was one of his most devoted Death Eaters by this time. Voldemort was very glad he had gotten her off the street a year ago. He could always use another devoted Death Eater. After all, if he didn't have devoted Death Eaters, who would fan him?

"My Lord!" Lucius Malfoy came in and bowed.

"Did you conjure up any new prophecies about me, Malfoy?"

"Yes, My Lord! Look!" Malfoy held up a roll of parchment.

"What does it say, Malfoy?"

"Er…" Malfoy unrolled the parchment.

"Nine people, and two of them dark.

"The first: dark on the inside, but no on the outside.

"The second: dark on the outside, but not on the inside. Dark by rule, but defying the rule.

"The seven others are light.

"The first is strange beyond measure, but will be there in times of need.

"The second is a fighter.

"The third, fourth and fifth work best together.

"The sixth is very important; he will help the others, and will have strong powers of his own.

"The seventh…the most important.

"The One of Jewels.

"Like jewels she looks, jewels she owns.

"All these eight will help the One to her great victory, which will be a great fall also."

"Er…That's it, My Lord."

"Interesting…" Voldemort said lazily. "Oh, Malfoy…Could you estimate the answer to eight and three fifths times five and one half?"

"Er…why, My Lord?"

"Oh, no reason. It just happens to be on the author's math homework."

"The author, My Lord?"

"You know, the author of this weird little story…?"

"Oh…er…right, my Lord…" Malfoy concluded that Voldemort might be VERY crazy, but he was REALLY GOOD at saying Avada Kedavra, so he'd better play along. "Er…what was the problem?"

"Eight and three fifths times five and one half."

"Er…I believe, when you estimate it, the answer is 46 and three fourths."

"THANKS."

"What?! Who was that?!"

"It was the author, Malfoy."

"Oh, right, the author…er…you're welcome…" Malfoy got out of the room very quickly.

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A/N: Yay! I finished the chapter! YAY YAY YAY!

And sorry for the wait, if anyone's still reading this. I would have got it out a week earlier, but I went to Florida for four days…*looks guilty*

Mara: You're so worthless, Sophia.

Lara: *pats Sophia on the head* No you're not!

Me: Thanks, Lara…I'll have to kill Mara some day…

Mara: But then you wouldn't have any inspiration for all your depressing stories you don't post on here!

Me: Hey, good point…Okay…I won't kill you…

Mara: Oh joy.

Me: …yet.

Mara: *gulps*

Bye-bye! *waves*

~Hermione2