A Marauder's Christmas
Chapter Two
December 24th
Disclaimer: Nothing you might recognise belongs to me
Yahoo! It's Christmas Eve! Guess which day this chapters based on! Hehe you got it. Yay, Santa's coming soon! Read and review and have fun! CHRISTMAS RULES!
The next day was Christmas Eve but that didn't stop the Marauders' from lazing about. It was nearly midday by the time they were up, dressed and breakfasted.
"I do love these holidays!" sighed Sirius, "Everything so relaxing and peaceful. No teachers breathing down our necks…"
"Oh really?" said a voice. Sirius bit his lip and turned around. "Erm, hello Professor Binns. How are you this wonderful Christmas Eve?"
Professor Binns sighed. "Mr Black. Just because it's the holidays does not mean you can go around being rude about teachers. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," said Sirius, forcing back a grin. The three boys watched as the old professor shuffled off.
"Golly! He's so old that one day he'll wake up and find he's dead but he'll continue teaching!" exclaimed James,
"And maybe his lessons might be a bit more interesting when he's dead," remarked Remus, "It's a good cure for Insomnia though, those History of Magic classes!"
The three boys laughed and marched out of the front door. The snow left was fresh and only slightly disturbed. It looked so appealing; the Marauders could not help themselves. Very shortly, snowballs flew through the air as the boys ran out of the Hogwarts grounds and into the village of Hogsmeade, while having a vicious snowball fight.
When they got to Hogsmeade, all three teenagers were panting and drenched through.
"I think I fancy a Butterbeer," said Remus, through chattering teeth,
"Sounds good," said Sirius, as he and James followed Remus into the Three Broomsticks.
"Well, hello, young men!" greeted Madam Rosmerta, at the bar, "And how are you?"
"We're fine," grinned Sirius, "And how is yourself? You can't be bad because you look so good!"
"Oh, I say," giggled Madam Rosmerta, "I'm very well thank you, Sirius. Is it three Butterbeers then?"
"Yes please," said James, grinning, "They'll be free of course as we're such gentlemen!"
"You'll be lucky," laughed Madam Rosmerta, "That'll be…"
"Six sickles," chanted the boys, and passed over the money, smirking.
They went and found an empty table and sat down. They had serious things to discuss.
Having the common room nearly to themselves was heaven for the remaining Marauder's. It was a perfect opportunity for them to get up to mischief. That Christmas Eve evening, they sat in the common room on the chairs closest to the fire, toasting marshmallows and crumpets, that the House Elves had happily given them.
"Christmas, tomorrow," said Sirius, with a happy smile, "and I'm honoured to spend it with my two best friends!"
"Aw shucks!" said James, in mock embarrassment,
"Now, having said that, I hope you have my presents ready and wrapped!" teased Sirius,
"Presents?" said Remus, blankly, "What presents?"
"Yeah," grinned James, "Only good boys get presents!"
"I'm a good boy, I am!" protested Sirius, "I don't do naughty things like wind teachers up, sneak into the forbidden forest…"
"Levitate Snivellus and turn him upside down…" put in James,
"Wind girls up…" continued Remus.
The three boys snorted with laughter. Each of them felt a feeling of deep contentment.
"Prongs, Moony," said Sirius, seriously, "What ever happens when we get older, we'll still be best friends, right?"
"Of course, Padfoot, old friend. Our friendship will never end," said Remus,
"No matter what. We'll never betray one another and if any of us die before the others, the others will carry on the dead person's life to the full extent, by bringing up any children etc," said James,
"This is quite disturbing, you know," said Remus, "It's Christmas after all. Let's have some fun!"
James, Remus and Sirius burst into song;
"We three Marauder's of Hogwarts are,
Bearing tricks we travel afar,
Hogwarts, Hogsmeade,
Doing our deed,
Achieving Life's great star!"
"I suppose you think that you are the best!" said a cold voice.
The three boys looked round. Lily Evans had crept in unnoticed. James gulped and said in a false voice, "Hello Evans!"
Lily ignored him. "You do don't you?"
"Calm down Lily. We're only having fun. It's Christmas after all!" said Sirius,
"So?" asked Lily,
"Why aren't you at home?" asked Remus, quietly, "You normally go home for Christmas,"
Lily blushed and then said quickly, "Oh, erm, I didn't want to go home this year. My sister, Petunia, doesn't like me for what I am,"
James lifted his head, curiously. "A witch?" he asked.
Lily looked at him for a while. "Yes, a witch," she finally answered, meeting James' eyes. They stared into one another's eyes before Lily rose and said, "Good night. See you in the morning," and left the room.
"James!" said Sirius, "I reckon you might have a chance there! I mean she looked at you like you were a human being for once!"
"Yeah. I don't want to push it though," answered James, grinning,
"Good idea," said Remus, "I don't think she's quite as comfortable about staying over Christmas as she's letting on."
Sirius and James looked at him.
"Why are you so wise?" asked James,
"I have to be, don't I?" said Remus, "Anyway, it's nearly midnight. We better had go to bed now. Race you!"
Ooooh, now there's even less time until the Big Day, both in the story and in real life. And now you're going to review and say actually you are reading this is the middle of July… I'm warped but I'm soooo happy!