Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. No one reads this anyways...
Dudes! I was at my swim team's car wash and guess what some guy drove in... anyone, anyone??? A Delorean! Exactly like in Back to the Future.... Way swanky... Wow! I got so many reviews! I should have written down all of your names so I could thank you individually but since I'm blonde and somewhat insane, I didn't think of doing it. You guys all totally pulled me out of my writer's block, thank heavens! Okay, here it goes...
Chapter 9
"Swerves to the left, swerves to the right, and he scores! Ten points to Gryffindor, further widening the gap! Those poor Slytherins. But we all knew it would happen anyway..."
Harry and his friends were in the stands watching the fast pace quidditch game. James was currently circling the field, scanning for the ever-moving snitch. Harry watched attentively as his other friends' concentration was slowly ebbing away. Remus was having one of his intelligent conversations with Hermione, Ron was trying to hit on some fifth year girls to his left, Sirius and Mary were no where to be seen, and Lily was sitting next to Harry and was so nervous about something that she didn't even realize that Gryffindor had scored.
Harry nudged Lily's elbow. "You okay?" She jumped and looked up at him. She smiled nervously and nodded before staring at her hands in her lap again. Harry was slightly confused but his attention was once more brought back to the game when frightened shouts were emitted from the audience.
Gryffindor chaser, Mark Wilkinson, was lying at the base of one of the Slytherin hoops, unmoving. James was the first to hit the ground as the whistle blew. He kneeled next to Mark and tried to revive the fallen player.
A big surly Slytherin laughed until he was on his knees, pointing at Mark's unconscious body and James's panicked expression. James spotted the Slytherin at once and waited for the rest of the Gryffindor team to come to Mark's aid. James lunged at the Slytherin and grabbed for his throat. The Slytherin's eyes widened in horror as James came at him. He yelled and tried to dive away. He did so unsuccessfully as James caught him around the ankles and drug him to the ground.
Lily was on her feet in an instant. She grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him hard. "You have to stop James! He's going to kill that Slytherin!"
Harry was appalled. "The Slytherin? James is going to get himself killed!" Nevertheless, Harry vaulted the railings and ran out onto the pitch. He figured he wasn't allowed to do that but no one tried to stop him. Harry bolted past the Gryffindor team to the brawl that not only involved James and on other Slytherin, but several others from the Slytherin team joined in.
Harry jumped him the midst of flailing arms and legs. In the middle, James had wrestled his way atop the Slytherin boy and was slugging him in the face.
The others bowled into James, knocking him entirely off and landing on his back. James had the wind knocked out of him and could barely move. Harry shoved a few guys to the ground, trying to reach James. A particularly ugly Slytherin stepped in front of Harry and attacked him. Harry fought numbly. He could hear a distant thundering voice but he didn't really care. When he reached James, James was fighting like a hero. It was all Harry manage to get him away from the Slytherin team. James was protesting Harry's efforts to pull him out so Harry had to fiercely hold him back.
Only after the fight did Harry begin to feel any pain. With the adrenalin leaving his system he became very tired and collapsed on the grass next to James.
"Hey Harry?" James breathed.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks man. They might have killed me if they thought they'd get away with it."
"Anytime d– James." Harry almost said dad but caught himself in time. "You messed the majority of them up pretty good though. I think you broke that bloke's nose into ten pieces."
James laughed tiredly. Harry sat up and surveyed the Slytherin team. Their faces were red and a few of them were sporting bloody noses. James' first prey was still on the ground out cold.
"C'mon James. I've got a feeling were going to be punished heavily for this... "
Harry and James stood and turned at the sound of running behind them. Lily was going top speed in their direction.
"James Aaron Potter, what were you thinking!?!" Lily got right into James's face, scolding him for starting a fight. "And poor Harry had to come rescue you from yourself." Lily turned to Harry who flinched, thinking she was about to tell him off, too. Instead she looked at him sympathetically.
"Are you all right, Harry? Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!" Lily gasped and pointed at his lip. Harry touched his mouth and felt a steady flow of warm blood issuing from his bottom lip. "Oh Harry, you're so brave, saving James and all – "
"Hey! He was fighting too and yet you yell at me for it and then swoon all over Harry. What's wrong with this picture?" James was distressed. His face was bruised and bleeding and he looked like he felt utterly rejected by the girl of his dreams, which, he had.
"You were the one who started it, James." Lily snapped.
"Nu-uh! If that stupid git hadn't thrown Mark off his broom and almost killed him, I never would have hit him. See? He started it!"
"You are so immature..." Lily turned on heel and stormed away.
"Yeah but I'm immature and good-looking!" James yelled at her retreating form.
"You two!" A voice barked behind them. "Into the hospital so you can get fixed up and then we need to talk." Professor McGonagall was walking stiffly towards them. "I mean now!" McGonagall was waving her arms at them, forcing them off the pitch and into the castle.
*****
After Professor McGonagall left James and Harry to rest, the other Marauders, followed by Ron, Hermione, Mary and Lily, came in to visit.
"Two weeks of detention, scrubbing bed pans with no magic!? That is so harsh!" Sirius was appalled. "Wish I was paying attention so I could've joined you."
"Yeah, where were you anyways?" James questioned.
Sirius looked a little sheepish. "Making out with Mary under the bleachers... "
Everyone laughed but the solemnity of Mark's situation cut it short.
"So how's Mark doin'?" Lupin inquired. James and Harry were both silent for a moment.
"No one's allowed to see him. Not even me and I'm the captain. One thing's for sure though, McGonagall isn't letting him finish out the season. He doesn't know yet; I think he's still unconscious. Now I'm down a chaser. I'd do it but then we hove no seeker."
Harry's heart leapt. "I'm a seeker." He said. "You can take Mark's spot and I'll be seeker."
James looked a little hesitant. "Yes, he's really good, James." Hermione added.
"I'll have to see how he flies." James said.
Silence followed their short-lived conversation. It wasn't too long before Madam Pomfry shooed the visitors away. Madam Pomfry was much younger than she was in Harry's day. Possible in her mid-twenties. She made James and Harry extremely uncomfortable.
When she left to get a simple sleeping-drought, James turned on his side to face Harry's bed.
"She's crazy, I swear! Every time I come in here she fusses, and tells everyone to leave, and I think... I think she thinks I'm cute..." James made a face at this. Harry laughed.
"Hey! Don't laugh. We look exactly alike, except for the eyes and you have that freakishly cool scar on your forehead. How'd you get that anyway?"
Harry's body stiffened. He was spared answering the question by the return of Madam Pomfry.
"Harry, James! Are you ready for a dreamless sleep?" She burst into the room carrying two glasses of clear blue liquid that was emanating silver vapor, swaying her hips in the process.
"Not to worry though Jamsie!" Madam Pomfry said in response to James's horrified expression. "You'll get to see my shining face when you wake up and I'll get to take care of you two when the effects wear off. Good night!" Madam Pomfry pinched his cheek and handed him his potion. Then she winked at Harry and handed him his. James and Harry simultaneously drank and fell into an immediate and dreamless sleep.
*****
James awoke to the sound of a smooth male voice. He opened his eyes and waited for his vision to clear before searching for the cause of the voice. Mark's curtain was pulled back and a silver blonde guy was facing him, laughing lightly.
"...Too bad the Potters aren't awake to fight for you this time..." Lucious Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed it right between Mark's eyes.
A/N: Bwah ha ha ha ha! You know what? I'm so outta my writers block that I already have the tenth chapter written too and I'm currently working on the eleventh. Isn't that nice? Guess you'd better keep reviewing so I feel compelled to post more... You guys are all so awesome for reviewing and I promise that in the next chapter I'll thank you personally! I think I'll actually write down names this time... Yeah, otherwise I'll forget who I'm supposed to respond to.
Dudes! I was at my swim team's car wash and guess what some guy drove in... anyone, anyone??? A Delorean! Exactly like in Back to the Future.... Way swanky... Wow! I got so many reviews! I should have written down all of your names so I could thank you individually but since I'm blonde and somewhat insane, I didn't think of doing it. You guys all totally pulled me out of my writer's block, thank heavens! Okay, here it goes...
Chapter 9
"Swerves to the left, swerves to the right, and he scores! Ten points to Gryffindor, further widening the gap! Those poor Slytherins. But we all knew it would happen anyway..."
Harry and his friends were in the stands watching the fast pace quidditch game. James was currently circling the field, scanning for the ever-moving snitch. Harry watched attentively as his other friends' concentration was slowly ebbing away. Remus was having one of his intelligent conversations with Hermione, Ron was trying to hit on some fifth year girls to his left, Sirius and Mary were no where to be seen, and Lily was sitting next to Harry and was so nervous about something that she didn't even realize that Gryffindor had scored.
Harry nudged Lily's elbow. "You okay?" She jumped and looked up at him. She smiled nervously and nodded before staring at her hands in her lap again. Harry was slightly confused but his attention was once more brought back to the game when frightened shouts were emitted from the audience.
Gryffindor chaser, Mark Wilkinson, was lying at the base of one of the Slytherin hoops, unmoving. James was the first to hit the ground as the whistle blew. He kneeled next to Mark and tried to revive the fallen player.
A big surly Slytherin laughed until he was on his knees, pointing at Mark's unconscious body and James's panicked expression. James spotted the Slytherin at once and waited for the rest of the Gryffindor team to come to Mark's aid. James lunged at the Slytherin and grabbed for his throat. The Slytherin's eyes widened in horror as James came at him. He yelled and tried to dive away. He did so unsuccessfully as James caught him around the ankles and drug him to the ground.
Lily was on her feet in an instant. She grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him hard. "You have to stop James! He's going to kill that Slytherin!"
Harry was appalled. "The Slytherin? James is going to get himself killed!" Nevertheless, Harry vaulted the railings and ran out onto the pitch. He figured he wasn't allowed to do that but no one tried to stop him. Harry bolted past the Gryffindor team to the brawl that not only involved James and on other Slytherin, but several others from the Slytherin team joined in.
Harry jumped him the midst of flailing arms and legs. In the middle, James had wrestled his way atop the Slytherin boy and was slugging him in the face.
The others bowled into James, knocking him entirely off and landing on his back. James had the wind knocked out of him and could barely move. Harry shoved a few guys to the ground, trying to reach James. A particularly ugly Slytherin stepped in front of Harry and attacked him. Harry fought numbly. He could hear a distant thundering voice but he didn't really care. When he reached James, James was fighting like a hero. It was all Harry manage to get him away from the Slytherin team. James was protesting Harry's efforts to pull him out so Harry had to fiercely hold him back.
Only after the fight did Harry begin to feel any pain. With the adrenalin leaving his system he became very tired and collapsed on the grass next to James.
"Hey Harry?" James breathed.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks man. They might have killed me if they thought they'd get away with it."
"Anytime d– James." Harry almost said dad but caught himself in time. "You messed the majority of them up pretty good though. I think you broke that bloke's nose into ten pieces."
James laughed tiredly. Harry sat up and surveyed the Slytherin team. Their faces were red and a few of them were sporting bloody noses. James' first prey was still on the ground out cold.
"C'mon James. I've got a feeling were going to be punished heavily for this... "
Harry and James stood and turned at the sound of running behind them. Lily was going top speed in their direction.
"James Aaron Potter, what were you thinking!?!" Lily got right into James's face, scolding him for starting a fight. "And poor Harry had to come rescue you from yourself." Lily turned to Harry who flinched, thinking she was about to tell him off, too. Instead she looked at him sympathetically.
"Are you all right, Harry? Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!" Lily gasped and pointed at his lip. Harry touched his mouth and felt a steady flow of warm blood issuing from his bottom lip. "Oh Harry, you're so brave, saving James and all – "
"Hey! He was fighting too and yet you yell at me for it and then swoon all over Harry. What's wrong with this picture?" James was distressed. His face was bruised and bleeding and he looked like he felt utterly rejected by the girl of his dreams, which, he had.
"You were the one who started it, James." Lily snapped.
"Nu-uh! If that stupid git hadn't thrown Mark off his broom and almost killed him, I never would have hit him. See? He started it!"
"You are so immature..." Lily turned on heel and stormed away.
"Yeah but I'm immature and good-looking!" James yelled at her retreating form.
"You two!" A voice barked behind them. "Into the hospital so you can get fixed up and then we need to talk." Professor McGonagall was walking stiffly towards them. "I mean now!" McGonagall was waving her arms at them, forcing them off the pitch and into the castle.
*****
After Professor McGonagall left James and Harry to rest, the other Marauders, followed by Ron, Hermione, Mary and Lily, came in to visit.
"Two weeks of detention, scrubbing bed pans with no magic!? That is so harsh!" Sirius was appalled. "Wish I was paying attention so I could've joined you."
"Yeah, where were you anyways?" James questioned.
Sirius looked a little sheepish. "Making out with Mary under the bleachers... "
Everyone laughed but the solemnity of Mark's situation cut it short.
"So how's Mark doin'?" Lupin inquired. James and Harry were both silent for a moment.
"No one's allowed to see him. Not even me and I'm the captain. One thing's for sure though, McGonagall isn't letting him finish out the season. He doesn't know yet; I think he's still unconscious. Now I'm down a chaser. I'd do it but then we hove no seeker."
Harry's heart leapt. "I'm a seeker." He said. "You can take Mark's spot and I'll be seeker."
James looked a little hesitant. "Yes, he's really good, James." Hermione added.
"I'll have to see how he flies." James said.
Silence followed their short-lived conversation. It wasn't too long before Madam Pomfry shooed the visitors away. Madam Pomfry was much younger than she was in Harry's day. Possible in her mid-twenties. She made James and Harry extremely uncomfortable.
When she left to get a simple sleeping-drought, James turned on his side to face Harry's bed.
"She's crazy, I swear! Every time I come in here she fusses, and tells everyone to leave, and I think... I think she thinks I'm cute..." James made a face at this. Harry laughed.
"Hey! Don't laugh. We look exactly alike, except for the eyes and you have that freakishly cool scar on your forehead. How'd you get that anyway?"
Harry's body stiffened. He was spared answering the question by the return of Madam Pomfry.
"Harry, James! Are you ready for a dreamless sleep?" She burst into the room carrying two glasses of clear blue liquid that was emanating silver vapor, swaying her hips in the process.
"Not to worry though Jamsie!" Madam Pomfry said in response to James's horrified expression. "You'll get to see my shining face when you wake up and I'll get to take care of you two when the effects wear off. Good night!" Madam Pomfry pinched his cheek and handed him his potion. Then she winked at Harry and handed him his. James and Harry simultaneously drank and fell into an immediate and dreamless sleep.
*****
James awoke to the sound of a smooth male voice. He opened his eyes and waited for his vision to clear before searching for the cause of the voice. Mark's curtain was pulled back and a silver blonde guy was facing him, laughing lightly.
"...Too bad the Potters aren't awake to fight for you this time..." Lucious Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed it right between Mark's eyes.
A/N: Bwah ha ha ha ha! You know what? I'm so outta my writers block that I already have the tenth chapter written too and I'm currently working on the eleventh. Isn't that nice? Guess you'd better keep reviewing so I feel compelled to post more... You guys are all so awesome for reviewing and I promise that in the next chapter I'll thank you personally! I think I'll actually write down names this time... Yeah, otherwise I'll forget who I'm supposed to respond to.