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Chapter Four: The One With the Rubber Bands

"James, get up!"

"I don't want to, Remus."

"You'll miss Transfiguration."

"Yeah," Sirius added, now jumping on James's bed, "and you'll miss Lily as well." James sat up in an instant.

"I'm up!" He then paused. "Wait, how do you know I like Lily?"

"It's obvious." Sirius nodded. James slipped on his shirt and his socks. He paused again.

"If it's obvious, then does she-"

"Come on!" Remus interrupted, "We have seven minutes to go to the first floor!" James grabbed his cloak and his bag and raced to the dormitory door.

"Guys! Wait for me!" Peter groggily said. He had just woken up.

"We can't Peter! We don't want to be late!" James explained.

"Oh, okay. Go ahead." As the trio left, Peter lazily sat up and looked around the empty room. It then hit Peter.

"Oh no! If waiting for me would make them late, then I am going to be late anyway!"

"Let's sit here." Sirius said, pointing to three seats in the back of the classroom. As soon as they sat down, Lily and her friends walked into the classroom. James had to hit Sirius several times to get him to stop humming "Here Comes the Bride."

"Welcome to your first Transfiguration class. To remind those who have forgotten, I am Professor McGonagall. Transfiguration is the art of changing the form of one object into the form of another. Don't think that this course will be easy, because-"

The door silently opened and Peter tiptoed in the room. Obviously, he was trying to be inconspicuous, and it obviously didn't work.

"You're late Mr.-" the Professor checked the class roster, "Mr. Pettigrew. And someone from my own house as well. I would have expected better. Explain yourself."

"I slept in?" Peter said unsurely.

"That's five points from Gryffindor for the five minutes you missed. Take a seat."

"Yes m'am." Peter gloomily sighed as he picked up a chair.

"I meant for you to sit down in a seat, not to literally take one." Peter blushed furiously and sat down. The class let out a couple of snickers.

"As I was saying, this class will not be easy, and I would gladly give more work if there are any doubts. Today, we will be turning straw into needle." Sirius smiled and turned to James.

"This will be easy." he whispered. James wasn't listening, however. He was too busy watching Lily flip her hair behind her and reach for her wand.

"You first flick your wand to the left and say stranalus. Don't flick your wand to the right, because the straw will-"

"-turn to ash." Sirius interrupted out loud. Professor McGonagall abruptly turned to face Sirius.

"Mr. Black, even though you get special treatment from others, you will most definitely not get any here."

"I don't ask for special treatment"

"If you keep talking without raising your hand, you will get a detention." McGonagall snapped.

"I understand. If I get a detention, I get a detention. I may even ask for two." Sirius responded coolly.

"Don't." said Professor McGonagall sternly. Remus stared at his piece of straw, and then turned to Sirius.

"What does she mean about special-"

"Look!" Sirius shouted, "I have turned my straw into needle on my first try!" James narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Remus, do you ever get the feeling that Sirius is hiding something?" he whispered.

"More and more everyday." Remus said as he sent a spell to his straw, turning it into a needle. Across the room, Peter wasn't having as much luck.

"Professor, mine keeps turning to ash!"

"Show me what you've been doing Mr. Pettigrew." Peter demonstrated the spell. His straw hissed and turned into ash.

"You've been flicking your wand to your right." Professor McGonagall stated.

"No, I've been flicking it to my left!" Peter retorted. He held up his left hand and made an "R" with his thick fingers. "See? This hand makes an 'R,' so the other hand must be my left."

"Make an 'L' with that same hand." Peter did as he was told.

"Hey! That works too!" he paused, "Oh no! I've been telling people that my wand hand was my left!"

"We have Potions next, don't we?" Remus asked as the students filed out of the Transfiguration classroom.

"Yeah, that class sounds easy too." said Sirius.

"What I want to know is how Transfiguration will be useful." Said James. They were halfway down the Grand Staircase before anyone could reply.

"Well, you could-" Sirius started. He stopped when Snape walked between James and him, pushing them lightly and giving Sirius a nasty glare. "you could do this." Sirius continued. He pulled a single hair from his head and transfigured it into a rubber band. Taking a needle from his pocket, he held it in his left hand. With his right, he formed a slingshot with the thumb, the pointer finger and the rubber band. He pulled the rubber band, rested the needle on the band, took careful aim and released. It stuck to the back of Snape's cloak.

"When he leans back into his chair, he will feel it." Sirius said smugly.

"How did you do that?" Remus inquired.

"Loads of practice on my little brother." Sirius explained with a huge smirk.

"Sounds like your brother is the guinea pig for a lot of things." James joked.

"He is." At the foot of the stairs, they met another "friend." Peter was waiting for them at the Dungeons' door.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Peter." James said with no enthusiasm.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked.

"I was waiting for you guys. That's what friends do!" exclaimed Peter excitedly.

"We're not your friends." James said, indicating to the three of them.

"Oh, okay." For some reason, Peter was still smiling. Remus reached for the doorknob.

"What are you still doing here Peter?" James asked.

"We're hanging out," said Peter, "that's what friends do!"

"Well, we can't hang out any longer because, um, because..." James's voice trailed off.

"...because we were going to sprint to class. Ready, set, GO!" Sirius said quickly. Sirius, James and Remus ran down the dungeons hallway.

"Guys! I can't run! Oh, fine." Peter sighed. After taking a left, Remus began to slow down.

"Did we lose him?"

"Yeah," James laughed, "after the first stride!" The trio stopped running and started sliding across the stone floors. They skidded to a halt at the Potions classroom door, all three of them still laughing.

"Let's make sure that Peter can't sit with us." Remus suggested. James found two seats in the second row where he and Sirius sat. Remus picked the one behind them. Snape picked a seat near Remus. Sirius and James watched with delight as Snape leaned back, let out a yelp of pain, and sat bolt upright. Professor Stroulger entered the classroom. He was old, short, and slightly rotund.

"Okay class, welcome to your first Potions class. I am Professor Stroulger, the Potions Master. Today we will start with the Wiggenweld Potion. The instructions are on page two of your textbook Once you are finished, the potion needs to sit open to air for at least eighteen hours. It is due on Friday. If you have any questions, consult me. Begin." He strolled over to his desk, sat down, and pulled out paperwork. Sirius got the ingredients. He was working with James, and Remus chose to work alone, as did Snape.

Snape was the first to finish. He proudly raised his hand. Professor Stroulger looked into the cauldron and smiled at its creamy, baby blue color. Sirius and James began to count down.

"10...9..."

"Good job Mr. Snape. Five points for Slytherin."

"...7...6..."

"Everyone, this is what your potion should look like when your done today."

"...3...2..." The professor and Snape left the cauldron to get a flask. "...1!" Sirius and James leaned forward and spat in Snape's potion. It sizzled and became a murky brown. Professor Stroulger and Snape returned to the cauldron.

"Okay," Professor Stroulger shouted angrily, "somebody spat in this potion! Who did it?" Sirius raised his hand.

"I'm afraid, professor," he began, "that you spat in it."

"You see, professor," James continued while gesticulating, "You sometimes spit when you talk."

"I-I do?"

"I'm not sure if we're the only ones to notice." James told him.

"Well, its better that you know now." Sirius convinced him.

"Yes, I suppose." Professor Stroulger was now covering his mouth. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Snape. I'll still give you full credit." Snape nodded silently. James put the last of the chopped dittany into the potion. It too was a perfect potion.

"YES!" Sirius and James raised their arms in mock worship. "Yes! We have made Wiggenweld!" The professor praised them for their excellent work. Peter approached Professor Stroulger's desk for the umpteenth time.

"Sir, is the flobberworm mucus supposed to be slimey?"

"For the last time, Mr. Pettigrew," Professor Stroulger's hand was still near his face, "all of the ingredients are fine! There is nothing wrong with them!"

"How can you be sure?" Peter retaliated. In response, Professor Stroulger took ten points off Peter's potion grade.

A/N: While reading the "worshipping the potion" scene, just think of the scene in Cast Away when Tom Hanks first made fire ("I HAVE MADE FIRE!") Please review! holds up sign that says, "Will write for reviews!"

Preview of Chapter Five

"How far down is the second floor?"