A/N Next Chappie! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's stuff.
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By the next day, Remus could barely keep his eyes open. James and Sirius were still talking about last night in low voices, both of them wide awake.
"Bit of a disappointment," Remus heard Sirius say during History of Magic. "I mean, there wasn't even a sound from inside."
"We'll find another time to go," James replied. "It'll probably happen again."
Remus didn't hear anything else as his head slumped forward. He slept until class ended and James poked him.
"You aren't tired, are you?" Sirius joked. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Remus began to walk to Charms. His two friends continued to whisper about when they should go again. About ten steps down the hallway, a Slytherin boy with his nose in a book ran straight into James.
"Hey, watch it, kid!" James yelled, glaring at the other boy. The Slytherin reached into his robes.
"Don't even think about it," Sirius snarled, his wand already pointed at the kid. He glanced distastefully at the boy's greasy hair. "Why don't you just get on and read your little book somewhere else?"
Scowling, the Slytherin boy took his hand slowly out of his robes and turned around. As he walked away, James shouted, "And don't forget to wash your hair!"
Remus watched the scene silently. He felt guilty about not stepping in. After years of experience, he knew exactly how it felt to be ganged up on like that. When the boy walked away without any harm, Remus felt a little better. At least nothing seriously bad had happened.
Charms passed quickly. It was a fairly easy class, and the three boys had no trouble with the spellwork. However, Peter Pettigrew couldn't seem to do anything right. Remus was usually assigned to partner Peter and show him exactly how to do whatever they were learning. Today, they were practicing the same light charm that James had used in the secret passageway. Remus, James, and Sirius did it on their first try. Now, nearing the end of class, Remus was still trying to help Peter.
"No, hold your wand still when you say it," Remus told Peter with a touch of exasperation in his voice. Peter struggled to hold the wand steady, his face shiny with sweat. His hand was trembling with effort.
"L-lumos!" he squeaked. Sparks flew out of the tip of his wand, lighting a girl's robe on fire. There was a loud shriek. Sighing, Remus sent a stream of water out of his wand, putting out the flames. The girl turned and threw a dirty look at both of them before running out of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw Sirius roll his eyes. James said something, and they both laughed.
"Okay, it's loom-os, not lum-os," Remus said patiently. "Just hold your wand up and keep it steady and pronounce the word clearly."
With a look of intense concentration, Peter lifted up his wand. "Lumos!" he cried, and the tip of his wand glowed dimly. Peter nearly dropped it in excitement. "Did you see that? It lit up!"
"Good," James grinned, coming up behind him. Peter flushed. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to take away your tutor. Urgent business, you know."
Remus followed his friends, glad to finally get away. He was grateful that he had finally been rescued from the endless boredom. The class ended, and the trio walked out.
"Well, should we do our essays outside?" Sirius suggested, glancing at a window. "It'll get cold soon."
James and Remus agreed, and they headed toward the Great Hall. Remus suddenly realized that it was Friday. Two days of freedom, then Potions.
"What do you say, Transfiguration essay first?" James asked as they stood under a tree near the lake. Nodding, Remus pulled out his notes. He was startled by a yell from Sirius.
"Duck!"
All three of them crouched down, and a blast of red light whizzed over their heads. They sprang back up and looked around.
"There!" Sirius yelled, pointing. The Slytherin with greasy hair was running back toward the castle. James and Sirius both took off after him while Remus stayed under the tree, unsure of what to do. Watching from where he stood, he saw James jump and tackle the boy. Sirius pulled out his wand, and James rolled out of the way. Sirius said something, and a green light hit the boy. All three boys were yelling, and finally, the Slytherin tried to stand up. His legs collapsed under him. After a moment, he got up again and struggled toward the castle, his legs wobbling. James and Sirius returned.
"Stupid git," Sirius growled when he reached the tree.
"Severus Snape," James said in a mocking voice. "As if we're supposed to know who he is. Nice Jelly-Legs, Sirius."
"He's a Snape?" Remus asked, surprised.
"That's what he said," Sirius replied, "why? Do you something about them?"
"Only that they're a whole bunch of Dark wizards, rotten inside and out," Remus told them. "They lived a few miles away from me. They aren't a pleasant family."
"Yeah, I could tell." James was thoroughly angry about the whole thing. It was bad enough to try and hit someone from behind, but then to run off? This Snape kid was asking for it, he decided, and he'd get it.
"Listen, I have a plan," James grinned, motioning for them to lean in. "Remus, you've already learned a lot of magic right? Good. Ok, so Sirius, you get the first move. Tomorrow morning, you'll be waiting outside the dungeons . . ."
As James explained the plan, Remus again felt bad. But, he reasoned, Snape had been asking for some punishment. This was just to make sure that he left them alone.
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The next morning, Sirius was hiding behind a statue in front of the dungeons. Slytherins had started coming out a while ago, but Snape was still in there. Just when he was about to give up hope and leave, a head full of greasy black hair poked out, looking around suspiciously. Sirius waited until Snape was almost past him, then he whispered the Trip Jinx. Snape fell flat on his face, then popped up, looking around wildly. When he didn't see anyone, he continued, only to trip again after another few feet. Stifling a laugh, Sirius continued to trip Snape every few feet as he crossed the Great Hall. When the Slytherin finally broke into a run and bolted for the doors to the Dining Hall, Sirius made one last, grand trip, sending Snape crashing into the large doors. Satisfied, he joined the crowd of students heading to breakfast.
Remus heard a loud crash and whirled around. Snape entered the Hall a moment later, rubbing his forehead. Pulling a scrap of parchment out of his pocket, Remus muttered a spell and threw the parchment, whispering "Severus Snape" after it. The parchment flew to where Snape was sitting at the Slytherin table and began to flutter around his face, occasionally poking itself into Snape's ears, nose, or mouth. Snape grabbed at it and repeatedly missed. Finally, he snatched it and read it. Even from where he was standing, Remus could tell that Snape was getting mad. The parchment had a note from James on it, telling Snape that his cowardice had been noticed, and he would have bad luck all day.
James picked up a half of a grapefruit and turned to walk past the Slytherin table. Just as he got to where Snape was sitting, James "tripped," and the grapefruit smashed into the Slytherin boy, splattering all over his neck and back. Snape turned around sharply and shouted at James, who shrugged and said something back. Walking back to Gryffindor table, James caught Sirius' eye and nodded slightly. Sirius released a rat that he had been holding. The rat scurried under tables and through legs until it got to the Slytherins. Snape was standing up to go clean off his robes. The rat smelled the fruity juice and went after it. When the rat began to crawl up his back, Snape froze. Reaching its destination, the rat bit at the fruity-smelling clothes. Yelling, Snape tried the smack the rat off of his back, but the rodent was just out of reach. Several people around him stared. After a few minutes of slapping and shaking, the animal let go and disappeared in the crowd. Snape stormed out of the Dining Hall.
James followed Snape to the bathroom. Each time the Slytherin turned around, James disappeared into a classroom or behind a statue. Finally, Snape disappeared into the restroom. Grabbing his wand, James whispered another spell and traced the door with his wand. Once this was done, he couldn't resist going in to see the results. Snape was cleaning the blood off of the back of his neck when James entered. Glaring, Snape threw the wet paper towel in a trash bin and turned to push the door open. It wouldn't budge. The boy pushed harder, but the door wouldn't open.
"So it's you!" Snape wheezed, still pushing with all his might.
"What are you talking about?" James asked, giving Snape a look that plainly said he thought Snape was crazy. "Why don't you open the door?"
"You locked it, stupid!"
"Is the door locked?" James asked a Ravenclaw boy. Snape stepped back from the door, and the Ravenclaw pushed it open easily. "See?"
Snape just gave him a look of loathing, then tried to push the door open again. It didn't move. Shaking his head, James walked out of the bathroom, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Ok, Remus, got the second note?" James asked his friend, who was waiting outside. Remus held up anther piece of parchment and tapped a statue with his wand. The statue opened, and he climbed inside, preparing to shoot the parchment out of the stone goblin's large ear. James hid behind another statue and unlocked the door. It burst open, and Snape tumbled out. With a burst of air from his wand, Remus hit the boy on the forehead with the parchment. Snape opened it angrily: Had enough yet? We can't follow you around all day – we have things to do. So we'll give up on the idea of cursing you every time you move. Now, you can have a pretty pink companion for the rest of the day.
Snape stared at the note, then looked around for his "pretty pink companion." Sirius sent it to him. A bright pink fox leaped out of a classroom and bolted to where Snape was standing, nipping at the Slytherin's heels. Snape jumped up, swore, and ran for cover. The three friends emerged from their various hiding places, laughing at the sight of Snape being pursued by the pink animal.
"Well, friends, our work here is done," Sirius grinned.
"For the moment, anyway," James added. They walked down the hall in good spirits, making plans for the rest of the day.
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A/N So how is it? I don't really like this chapter as much as my other ones, but I'll improve. Please send reviews! I like those!!!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Thanks again for reviewing! You're great! Hope you keep reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's stuff.
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By the next day, Remus could barely keep his eyes open. James and Sirius were still talking about last night in low voices, both of them wide awake.
"Bit of a disappointment," Remus heard Sirius say during History of Magic. "I mean, there wasn't even a sound from inside."
"We'll find another time to go," James replied. "It'll probably happen again."
Remus didn't hear anything else as his head slumped forward. He slept until class ended and James poked him.
"You aren't tired, are you?" Sirius joked. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Remus began to walk to Charms. His two friends continued to whisper about when they should go again. About ten steps down the hallway, a Slytherin boy with his nose in a book ran straight into James.
"Hey, watch it, kid!" James yelled, glaring at the other boy. The Slytherin reached into his robes.
"Don't even think about it," Sirius snarled, his wand already pointed at the kid. He glanced distastefully at the boy's greasy hair. "Why don't you just get on and read your little book somewhere else?"
Scowling, the Slytherin boy took his hand slowly out of his robes and turned around. As he walked away, James shouted, "And don't forget to wash your hair!"
Remus watched the scene silently. He felt guilty about not stepping in. After years of experience, he knew exactly how it felt to be ganged up on like that. When the boy walked away without any harm, Remus felt a little better. At least nothing seriously bad had happened.
Charms passed quickly. It was a fairly easy class, and the three boys had no trouble with the spellwork. However, Peter Pettigrew couldn't seem to do anything right. Remus was usually assigned to partner Peter and show him exactly how to do whatever they were learning. Today, they were practicing the same light charm that James had used in the secret passageway. Remus, James, and Sirius did it on their first try. Now, nearing the end of class, Remus was still trying to help Peter.
"No, hold your wand still when you say it," Remus told Peter with a touch of exasperation in his voice. Peter struggled to hold the wand steady, his face shiny with sweat. His hand was trembling with effort.
"L-lumos!" he squeaked. Sparks flew out of the tip of his wand, lighting a girl's robe on fire. There was a loud shriek. Sighing, Remus sent a stream of water out of his wand, putting out the flames. The girl turned and threw a dirty look at both of them before running out of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw Sirius roll his eyes. James said something, and they both laughed.
"Okay, it's loom-os, not lum-os," Remus said patiently. "Just hold your wand up and keep it steady and pronounce the word clearly."
With a look of intense concentration, Peter lifted up his wand. "Lumos!" he cried, and the tip of his wand glowed dimly. Peter nearly dropped it in excitement. "Did you see that? It lit up!"
"Good," James grinned, coming up behind him. Peter flushed. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to take away your tutor. Urgent business, you know."
Remus followed his friends, glad to finally get away. He was grateful that he had finally been rescued from the endless boredom. The class ended, and the trio walked out.
"Well, should we do our essays outside?" Sirius suggested, glancing at a window. "It'll get cold soon."
James and Remus agreed, and they headed toward the Great Hall. Remus suddenly realized that it was Friday. Two days of freedom, then Potions.
"What do you say, Transfiguration essay first?" James asked as they stood under a tree near the lake. Nodding, Remus pulled out his notes. He was startled by a yell from Sirius.
"Duck!"
All three of them crouched down, and a blast of red light whizzed over their heads. They sprang back up and looked around.
"There!" Sirius yelled, pointing. The Slytherin with greasy hair was running back toward the castle. James and Sirius both took off after him while Remus stayed under the tree, unsure of what to do. Watching from where he stood, he saw James jump and tackle the boy. Sirius pulled out his wand, and James rolled out of the way. Sirius said something, and a green light hit the boy. All three boys were yelling, and finally, the Slytherin tried to stand up. His legs collapsed under him. After a moment, he got up again and struggled toward the castle, his legs wobbling. James and Sirius returned.
"Stupid git," Sirius growled when he reached the tree.
"Severus Snape," James said in a mocking voice. "As if we're supposed to know who he is. Nice Jelly-Legs, Sirius."
"He's a Snape?" Remus asked, surprised.
"That's what he said," Sirius replied, "why? Do you something about them?"
"Only that they're a whole bunch of Dark wizards, rotten inside and out," Remus told them. "They lived a few miles away from me. They aren't a pleasant family."
"Yeah, I could tell." James was thoroughly angry about the whole thing. It was bad enough to try and hit someone from behind, but then to run off? This Snape kid was asking for it, he decided, and he'd get it.
"Listen, I have a plan," James grinned, motioning for them to lean in. "Remus, you've already learned a lot of magic right? Good. Ok, so Sirius, you get the first move. Tomorrow morning, you'll be waiting outside the dungeons . . ."
As James explained the plan, Remus again felt bad. But, he reasoned, Snape had been asking for some punishment. This was just to make sure that he left them alone.
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The next morning, Sirius was hiding behind a statue in front of the dungeons. Slytherins had started coming out a while ago, but Snape was still in there. Just when he was about to give up hope and leave, a head full of greasy black hair poked out, looking around suspiciously. Sirius waited until Snape was almost past him, then he whispered the Trip Jinx. Snape fell flat on his face, then popped up, looking around wildly. When he didn't see anyone, he continued, only to trip again after another few feet. Stifling a laugh, Sirius continued to trip Snape every few feet as he crossed the Great Hall. When the Slytherin finally broke into a run and bolted for the doors to the Dining Hall, Sirius made one last, grand trip, sending Snape crashing into the large doors. Satisfied, he joined the crowd of students heading to breakfast.
Remus heard a loud crash and whirled around. Snape entered the Hall a moment later, rubbing his forehead. Pulling a scrap of parchment out of his pocket, Remus muttered a spell and threw the parchment, whispering "Severus Snape" after it. The parchment flew to where Snape was sitting at the Slytherin table and began to flutter around his face, occasionally poking itself into Snape's ears, nose, or mouth. Snape grabbed at it and repeatedly missed. Finally, he snatched it and read it. Even from where he was standing, Remus could tell that Snape was getting mad. The parchment had a note from James on it, telling Snape that his cowardice had been noticed, and he would have bad luck all day.
James picked up a half of a grapefruit and turned to walk past the Slytherin table. Just as he got to where Snape was sitting, James "tripped," and the grapefruit smashed into the Slytherin boy, splattering all over his neck and back. Snape turned around sharply and shouted at James, who shrugged and said something back. Walking back to Gryffindor table, James caught Sirius' eye and nodded slightly. Sirius released a rat that he had been holding. The rat scurried under tables and through legs until it got to the Slytherins. Snape was standing up to go clean off his robes. The rat smelled the fruity juice and went after it. When the rat began to crawl up his back, Snape froze. Reaching its destination, the rat bit at the fruity-smelling clothes. Yelling, Snape tried the smack the rat off of his back, but the rodent was just out of reach. Several people around him stared. After a few minutes of slapping and shaking, the animal let go and disappeared in the crowd. Snape stormed out of the Dining Hall.
James followed Snape to the bathroom. Each time the Slytherin turned around, James disappeared into a classroom or behind a statue. Finally, Snape disappeared into the restroom. Grabbing his wand, James whispered another spell and traced the door with his wand. Once this was done, he couldn't resist going in to see the results. Snape was cleaning the blood off of the back of his neck when James entered. Glaring, Snape threw the wet paper towel in a trash bin and turned to push the door open. It wouldn't budge. The boy pushed harder, but the door wouldn't open.
"So it's you!" Snape wheezed, still pushing with all his might.
"What are you talking about?" James asked, giving Snape a look that plainly said he thought Snape was crazy. "Why don't you open the door?"
"You locked it, stupid!"
"Is the door locked?" James asked a Ravenclaw boy. Snape stepped back from the door, and the Ravenclaw pushed it open easily. "See?"
Snape just gave him a look of loathing, then tried to push the door open again. It didn't move. Shaking his head, James walked out of the bathroom, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Ok, Remus, got the second note?" James asked his friend, who was waiting outside. Remus held up anther piece of parchment and tapped a statue with his wand. The statue opened, and he climbed inside, preparing to shoot the parchment out of the stone goblin's large ear. James hid behind another statue and unlocked the door. It burst open, and Snape tumbled out. With a burst of air from his wand, Remus hit the boy on the forehead with the parchment. Snape opened it angrily: Had enough yet? We can't follow you around all day – we have things to do. So we'll give up on the idea of cursing you every time you move. Now, you can have a pretty pink companion for the rest of the day.
Snape stared at the note, then looked around for his "pretty pink companion." Sirius sent it to him. A bright pink fox leaped out of a classroom and bolted to where Snape was standing, nipping at the Slytherin's heels. Snape jumped up, swore, and ran for cover. The three friends emerged from their various hiding places, laughing at the sight of Snape being pursued by the pink animal.
"Well, friends, our work here is done," Sirius grinned.
"For the moment, anyway," James added. They walked down the hall in good spirits, making plans for the rest of the day.
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A/N So how is it? I don't really like this chapter as much as my other ones, but I'll improve. Please send reviews! I like those!!!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Thanks again for reviewing! You're great! Hope you keep reading and reviewing!