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Chapter Seventeen: Marauders Unveiled
"Oh my God, I have a food baby."
-My wonderful sister, Alison.
"Stop these infanities!"
-My wonderful friend, Lincoln, who, much to my amusement,yelled this out quite loudly in our English class. And for the record, he is blonde.
Sirius sat at the kitchen table, agitatedly tapping his quill against the old, scrubbed wood. He huffed angrily and scrunched up the parchment in front of him.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" Remus asked tentatively.
"Nothing," he snapped shortly.
Anna snorted from across the table. "Nothing my foot. You're positively exuding anger, frustration, anxiousness, helplessness, uncertainty," she said, ticking off her fingers as she went. "You want any more? You're as easy to read as a book, Sirius. A book that's open on the right page and highlighted in fluorescent pink."
"Woah, freaky," Fred commented, George nodding his head in agreement.
Hermione tsked derisively. "Honestly, she's an Empath, haven't you figured that out yet?"
Anna looked at impressed at Hermione while Sirius growled at her. "Aren't you supposed to be on my side?"
She shrugged. "Hey, it was a blatant lie. Everyone could see that you were pissed off, I was just stating the obvious."
"So, now that we've come to the conclusion that you are indeed angry," Remus asked quizzically, "Are you going to enlighten us as to why?"
Sirius looked dejectedly down at his pile of parchment. "I'm trying to write a letter to Harry, but it's not working!"
"What do you mean 'it's not working'?"
"Well, I don't know what to say. I mean, Dumbledore's told us that we can't say anything about the Order or Voldemort or anything importantin case it gets intercepted, but that leaves very little that we can actually say."
"I know what you mean, Sirius," Hermione said quietly from her seat. "Ron and I are having the same problem. Harry must be getting so angry."
"I know! I mean, what can I write? 'Hi Harry. Look, I know that the darkest wizard of all time who is also your arch nemesis and has attempted to kill you on numerous occasions has just risen again and is probably plotting your gruesome and painful death right now, but I can't talk about that, so, how are your holidays going?'It sounds bloody ridiculous just in my head! I'm supposed to be his bloody godfather and comfort him! Great job I'm doing!"
Remus lay a comforting had on Sirius' forearm. "We all know how you're feeling, Sirius. We all care a lot about Harry as well. But you know Dumbledore has Harry's best interests at heart. He'll be here soon, we'll go and get him, I promise."
"Thanks, Moony."
"That's alright, Padfoot," Remus said, smiling consolingly.
An identical flicker of realisation, quickly followed by disbelief and confusion flickered over the twins' faces.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Fred said, openly gaping in astonishment. "Padfoot? Moony?" He looked between Remus and Sirius. "You don't mean the Padfoot and Moony? Messieurs of Hogwarts? Makers of the Marauders Map?"
Sirius grinned rakishly at Remus. "In person," he said cheekily to Fred and George. "Didn't know we were so renowned. Glad to have made your acquaintance, boys."
Fed and George shared a look of admiration before leaping out of their seats and catapulting across the table. They came to a ridiculously low bow before Sirius and Remus.
"Oh, Exulted Ones! To have met your personage is a dream come true! Your work is awe-inspiring! Please, be so kind to bestow some of your wisdom upon us unworthy souls!"
Ron snorted loudly while Anna and Hermione snickered behind their hands.
Sirius looked proudly at Remus. "Well, Moony my old pal, time to get the scrapbooks, do you think?"
A/N: There we go. Sorry it took a while to get this up, I've been a busy little bumblebee this week. Hah, you should've seen how many words I tried to make up in this chapter. My thesaurus isn't to impressed with me. Oh well, now I'm off to do a mother of a bloody Geography Assessment. Isn't it horrible how we're made to do subjects that are so desperately boring? Grrr.... Please review!