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Chapter 7
Unnamed chapter of a creatively retarded author
James and Sirius slipped out of the huge entrance doors and ran behind a tree.
"That was close," Sirius puffed, pulling off the invisibility cloak. "I swear that cat can see us in this thing."
"What now?" James usually gave the orders, but there were a million ideas swimming in his head.
"Ah, you get Hagrid, and I'll get Snape." He didn't stop for confirmation, he just ran as fast as he could towards the Whomping Willow, as James ran in the other direction.
As he ran, he turned into a stag, so he could gallop, not as fast as Padfoot as a dog could, but pretty damn fast. Hagrid's cottage was on the edge of the forbidden forest. A place that was not so forbidden to the likes of Harry, Sirius and Hagrid.
James and Sirius wouldn't say they were friends with Hagrid, they didn't really talk to him, barely even knew him. But he was damn good in an emergency, and they trusted him.
"Hagrid," James had returned to human form and was hammering on the giant door. "Hagrid, come on."
A moment later, the giant figure of Hagrid emerged and his boarhound puppy, Fang, at his heels. Hagrid was only about ten years older than James, but was almost twice as tall. Rumoured to have been expelled in his early years, Hagrid worked as games keeper and knew the ground of Hogwarts like the back of his giant, hairy hand.
They immediately started running, James leading the way- but still struggling to keep pace with Hagrid. "Wos goin' on, Po'er?" Hagrid grunted in his usual oafish voice.
"Snapes hanging aroung the Whomping Willow."
Hagrid looked up, "Full moon."
"Exactly."
When, they finally reached the Whomping Willow, all was quiet, the tree itself was thrashing around, causing bats and small animals from all around too scatter.
Hagrid and James stood panting, looking for any sight of Snape or Sirius. Just as James opened his mouth to speak, a huge back dog leapt out from behind a tree, pounding him into the floor. With a painful grunt, he tried to get up again. As he did, he saw the guilty face of Sirius looking down at him.
"Sorry dude, thought you were him."
"Fuck that hurts. You bastard." He got to his feet. "Were is he?"
"Haven't seen him."
James reached into his pocket and pulled out the marauders map. He searched it for several minutes, eyes squinted behind his glasses. "There."
He took off around the thrashing branches of the tree, wand at the ready. As he got closer to the spot on the map, he slowed down. Behind him, Sirius and Hagrid looked around.
*Where is the son of a bitch*
The three guys jumped, when they heard a deep groan coming from behind a nearby shrub. It sounded like a dying animal- it was.
"Snivellus, what the fuck are you doing?" Sirius gave him a swift kick in the gut.
He just groaned even louder.
"He's covered in blood and bruises. My guess in he tried to get past the branches, idiot." James gave him another kick, this time in the balls.
"Stupi' gi' couda go' 'imself ki'ed." Hagrid refrained from kicking him but instead bent down to see if he was all right. For a guy that big, he was pretty compassionate.
"Hagrid," James said, still panting slightly from his long run. "Can you make sure he gets back to the castle?"
"O' cause I can."
"And Hagrid," Sirius added, "Not a word about who helped you find him"
Hagrid gave a meaningful nod, hoisted the simpering Snape over his shoulder and set off along the grounds, towards the castle.
When he was sure they were safe, James pulled a small rat out of the folds of the invisibility cloak. Wormtail was a stupid little thing, but he always managed to find his friends when they needed him the most.
"Take us to him." James whispered and set the rat on the grass. It took off straight away, running through the maze of branches, to a small knot on the trunk of the tree.
