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Sirius' POV
I walk slowly down the hall towards the common room. I'm using every last ounce of my self control to not find Snape and pound him into pulp. How could someone do this to Remus; my sweet, loving and caring Remus? No, physical pain would be too easy. I need something that will leave a mark; public humiliation is the direction that I'm headed in. I'm hoping that Professor Dumbledore also deals a heavy blow to the bastard.
I enter the common room and set off up stairs to the dorms, one to shower and change and two to find James and Peter. Surprisingly they are awake and waiting for me.
"Is he awake yet?" asks James.
"Yes," I say quietly, "and he'll be alright." They stare at me in anticipation so I say, "it was Snape." This announcement sets off a flurry of 'I knew its' from both parties.
Lily suddenly rushes into the dorm. "Is he awake?" Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. Lily and James have been going out for two months now. She hated him through most of our first five years, but lately James has deflated his head a bit and Miss. Evans has finally realized that he's not such a bad person. About time if you ask me. Lily is also a friend of Remus', they study together, and she's been quite worried about him.
"Yes," I say again, "and it was Snape. Any luck in finding that spell James?"
"Yeah," he says a bit uneasily, "and I think that we should do it this morning at breakfast." He hands me a book called Curses and Counter curses (Bewitch your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue- Tying and Much, Much more) by Vindictus Viridian.
I read the following passage, "The puppetus hex is a simple hex that turns your worst enemies or even your best friends into your very own marionette! Just say the word with a flick of your wand in the direction of the victim and watch them perform embarrassing acts. The hex lasts for fifteen minutes. Sorry to all dark wizards, this hex was created with an anti death feature, so forcing your subject to kill themselves or others will end the spell immediately." "It's perfect," I mutter.
"I figure with some simple transformation and a sticking spell or two we'll have some pretty serious humiliation," says James. We smile identical evil grins and Peter joins us with a smirk; even Lily smiles after reading the passage. I know that Lily doesn't like it when we pull pranks on Snape, but this time even she feels that it's justified.
I shower and dress quickly. Then I have a little talk with Lily. "Lily," I ask hesitantly, "what's the most uncomfortable women's clothing?"
She looks at me funnily for a moment before saying, "well, high heals are pretty uncomfortable and bloody hard to walk in, although anything with lace that goes under the clothes is pretty bad too."
"Thanks Lil," I say. "Let's go to breakfast."
~*~
We walk quickly down to the great hall. On the way I see that the great hour glass that holds house points is missing quite a few from the Slytherin area. We sit down at the Gryffindor table and start to eat. I can hardly contain my excitement; this will be the best revenge ever! This will teach the slimy snake not to hurt my Remus.
He enters the Great Hall and walks to his table. I grin once more and mutter a quiet spell. Snape looks confusedly around for a moment to make sure that no one is looking before quickly glancing down the front of his robes. I can just barely see his feet shifting uncomfortably under the table. They are now clad in glittery red heals.
I give one final look at my comrades before quietly muttering, "Puppetus." Suddenly Snape rises from his seat, a confused look in his face. I direct the git to the top of the table. Music starts somewhere and he throws his robe off.
I smile as I look at my handy-work. His feet are clad in the red heals and his legs in fishnet stockings. The rest of him is barely covered by a pink mini skirt and a tight top. Sticking out of the sleeve of the shirt I can see the strap of a lacy black bra. Then he starts to strip.
Before he can get very far James says, "Padfoot stop, I'm going to be sick." I oblige for the sight is starting to turn my stomach as well. I force Snape to jump off the table and direct him towards the staff table. He walks oddly in his shoes and many people are outright laughing by now.
When he finally does make it to the staff table I make him say, "Dearest Minerva. Long have I pined for your love and not been noticed. I love you my fair pussy cat, marry me!"
The professor in question looks livid. Dumbledore, however, looks rather amused. "Mr. Snape, I never knew, although I think it would have been better if you had saved this umm display for a more private time," says Dumbledore. I can tell that he is trying not to laugh and this pleases me greatly. Normally when he laughs at the stunt I don't get punished too heavily.
The spell is wearing off now and Snape runs from the room as fast as he can, which isn't very fast for running in heals can prove to be deadly. The Hall burst into laughter and I am very happy.
On the way out I stop at the staff table and ask, "Professor, how did you punish Snape?"
Dumbledore's eyes are still twinkling with laughter when he says, "a months worth of detention and two hundred points from Slytherin." I nod and thank him. I feel that it should have been more, but it appears that I will not pay for my stunt, so I guess that I'll have to be content.
The whole rest of the day I have to stifle my laughter. This is where the sticking charm came in handy. He cannot remove the clothes for twenty four hours. I think that today might have been perfect, and what better way to end a perfect day than to go see Remus?
I find him awake when I enter the hospital wing, sitting up and eating supper. I saunter over to him, the grin on my face a mile wide and say, "You'll never guess what I did today."
"I'm afraid to ask," he says dryly.
"Well I'll tell you anyway," I smirk. I then proceed to tell him about the wonderful revenge that I had carried out that day. His face does not become happy as I expect it to. Instead it turns as white as the sheet of the bed he's laying in.
"No, please tell me you didn't," he whispers.
"Well I could, but I don't see the reason," I say. Why isn't he overjoyed that I have gotten revenge on his behalf?
"Sirius," he says very quietly, "Snape knows about us. He threatened to tell the whole school about us if anyone tried to get revenge." He grasps my hand and I can tell that he is fighting tears. He won't let them fall; he never does. But at these words all of my previous happiness is gone and a deep feeling of dread fills my stomach. Oh shit what have I done now?
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