A/N Teachers are evil. That's all I'm going to say.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter Characters.
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"So who's Lord Voldemort?" James wondered. The four boys were in the common room, trying to figure out who the men had been working for while they did their homework, which had been put off until the last day of vacation.
"Who?" Peter asked, looking up from his essay. James rolled his eyes.
"You know, the guy that they mentioned while they were looking for us," he explained.
"I don't know," Remus replied, "but I don't really care right now. You know these are due tomorrow, right James?"
"Ah, come on." James sat back in his chair and put his feet on the table. "What's more important, those thugs or some teachers?"
"Some teachers," Remus answered without hesitation. "Come on James, we're most likely never going to see those guys again, unless they're in the newspaper or something."
"But what if Voldemort is that murderer on the loose?" James leaned forward again. "They'd be looking for us."
"Not if we keep our mouths shut," Remus responded, flipping the page in his book. "You heard what they said. If they tell their boss that they let a couple of kids go, he'd flip out. So as long as we shut up and ignore the whole thing, we won't get in any trouble."
"That's what you want?" Sirius stepped in, siding with James. "You'd let a bunch of criminals escape when there's a chance for adventure?"
Remus sighed. How did they always manage to make him feel like a loser? "Let's go outside," he suggested.
While they were walking down the halls, several Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls said hi to Remus. He was a little embarrassed by the attention. The story of Lily's little sister had traveled around the school quickly, and the girls apparently thought that it was a cute story. Sirius slapped him on the back.
"You've got yourself a fan club, mate," he grinned. Remus shook his head, wishing he hadn't suggested going outside. He waited for the smart- aleck remark from James that usually followed Sirius's, but James was busy watching the group of girls in front of them, where Lily was. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked by them casually. Sirius shook his head in disgust.
"You're obsessed with her, James," Sirius remarked. James ignored that, and they continued outside in silence.
"So here's the plan," James whispered, once they were away from the crowds of other students. "You remember Rob Weasely?" Remus nodded. "We can ask him to show us other passageways around the school. That way, we'll be able to get to different places faster, and we'll know where we can escape fast."
"What if he won't show us?" Peter asked nervously.
"He will," Sirius replied confidently, putting a long blade of grass in his mouth.
Sirius was right. When they asked Rob to show them some secret passageways, he agreed immediately, and they decided to go the next night. Remus was getting that sinking feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he got every time his friends planned a new adventure.
"Come on, hurry up," Rob said, motioning for the four younger boys to go out the portrait hole. They stood outside, waiting for him to take the lead. After taking a minute to check that no one was watching, Rob exited Gryffindor and began walking briskly.
"A lot of these just go from one part of the school to another," he explained in a whisper. "But there's a few that go outside the school. This statue over here will take you to the second floor." Pushing hard on a stone Erumpet's horn, he moved the head aside, revealing a long slide. "Who's going first?"
James and Sirius both jumped forward, but James got there first. He enjoyed the ride down, picking up speed until the slide leveled out and put him on the second floor. As he stood, he thought he saw something move into a classroom, but he didn't see anything when he looked around. Sirius came out of the end of the tunnel then, which happened to be behind a painting of a herd of Re'em. Soon, they were all there, and Rob took the lead again.
"This doesn't exactly lead anywhere, but it's a good place to bring a girl," he told them with a wink. At the end of the tunnel, James could see why. There was a large window with a view of the countryside and the lake, and it seemed to fit his view of a girl's idea of romance. That kind of romance, to him, was a lot of mush and kind of stupid, but he knew that was how to win a girl.
As they walked back through the tunnel, James was thinking about what he had seen as he came out of the first passageway. Curiosity overcame him, and he whispered, "I'm going to go check something out. I'll catch up in a minute."
"Ok, we'll wait by that picture of Boris the Bewildered over there if you haven't caught up by the time we get there," Rob responded, pointing. James nodded and turned back towards the door he had seen something disappear into.
As he walked down there, he felt a little bit of fear rising in him. He pushed it down, refusing to let it get the better of him. While he concentrated on ignoring his fear, he walked right past the classroom. When he realized that, he began to walk back towards the classroom. He hadn't gone five steps when he heard a door behind him open. Spinning around, he saw a hand pointing a wand at him. It took him a second to react, and that second was too long.
"Imperio!"
James had a sudden, light-headed feeling. The feeling triggered an automatic mistrust in him.
Walk into the classroom.
Immediately, he obeyed the voice. About halfway to the door, he forced himself to stop, questioning why he was obeying.
Walk into the classroom!
The voice was sharper now, and James moved one or two steps before stopping again. He fought the voice, angry at it's control over him, and broke free. After glancing at the man in the doorway, he began to run. The man leapt after him, trying to grab James and stop him. James looked around the hall wildly, but his friends had gone into another passageway. He felt a strong hand grip his ear and yank back. The skin tore, and James tried to yell out in pain and anger as he felt blood flow down his neck. A gag appeared in his mouth, choking him, and ropes bound his hands and feet. The man picked him up and threw him into the room.
Looking around, James saw that two more men were waiting inside the room, one hidden by shadows in the corner. His arm was numb from the impact with the stone floor, but he couldn't sit up. The ropes were cutting off the circulation in his limbs.
"He's a smart one, this one," muttered the man who had chased James.
"He's only a first year," the second man scoffed, standing in front of James.
"Yes, but he's got a strong mind," replied the first one defensively. "I'm telling you, he had no problem breaking away."
"Maybe you're just losing your touch," said the second man.
"I'm the best in the business," growled the first threateningly. "Lord Voldemort handpicked me for this mission, and there's a reason for that."
There was that Lord Voldemort again. James wondered what exactly this mission was that they were talking about, and what they were after him for. The second man peered closer at James, then laughed quietly.
"Well, well," he chuckled, "looks like we've found one of those brats we met in Hogsmeade." He gave James a hard kick just under his eye. That act made James boil over. He squirmed and rolled wildly and managed to get his hands in front of him, and the ground. Kicking upward with both feet, he heard a hiss of air go out of one man as he doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Too high, thought James, preparing to aim another kick at the other man. However, as he kicked, the man caught his feet and dragged him to a chair, using his wand to tie the boy down.
"Let me do it," said the man in the corner, his voice an odd, hissing sound. James saw the man in front of him pale a little.
"We do not want to damage his mind, though," he replied, trying to sound somewhat respectful.
"If he can throw off the Imperius Curse that easily, his mind will be fine," the shadowed man answered coldly.
"As you wish." The man stepped back. James continued to struggle against the ropes, trying to break free. As the man stepped out of the shadows, James glanced up for a moment. When he saw the man's face, he was distracted. More particularly, it was his eyes. They were huge, the size of softballs, and completely black. When James looked closer, he saw a tiny speck of white appear in the center.
"Keep watching," the man hissed unnecessarily. James couldn't break the eye contact. The white dot grew larger and larger. It seemed to envelope James, and he could feel all his thoughts and feelings being wiped away. The two other men watched, a little bit afraid of the power being displayed. The boy's struggles slowed and finally stopped, his eyes glued to the strange man's. Soon, James sat quietly, waiting for instructions.
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A/N Good? Hope so. Review please!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Well, they won't actually become Anamagi for a while, but I'm working on them learning about it. Thanks for the review!
Jennyangel – Nope, haven't seen Remus yet, I'll have to go look for a pic of him. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter Characters.
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"So who's Lord Voldemort?" James wondered. The four boys were in the common room, trying to figure out who the men had been working for while they did their homework, which had been put off until the last day of vacation.
"Who?" Peter asked, looking up from his essay. James rolled his eyes.
"You know, the guy that they mentioned while they were looking for us," he explained.
"I don't know," Remus replied, "but I don't really care right now. You know these are due tomorrow, right James?"
"Ah, come on." James sat back in his chair and put his feet on the table. "What's more important, those thugs or some teachers?"
"Some teachers," Remus answered without hesitation. "Come on James, we're most likely never going to see those guys again, unless they're in the newspaper or something."
"But what if Voldemort is that murderer on the loose?" James leaned forward again. "They'd be looking for us."
"Not if we keep our mouths shut," Remus responded, flipping the page in his book. "You heard what they said. If they tell their boss that they let a couple of kids go, he'd flip out. So as long as we shut up and ignore the whole thing, we won't get in any trouble."
"That's what you want?" Sirius stepped in, siding with James. "You'd let a bunch of criminals escape when there's a chance for adventure?"
Remus sighed. How did they always manage to make him feel like a loser? "Let's go outside," he suggested.
While they were walking down the halls, several Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls said hi to Remus. He was a little embarrassed by the attention. The story of Lily's little sister had traveled around the school quickly, and the girls apparently thought that it was a cute story. Sirius slapped him on the back.
"You've got yourself a fan club, mate," he grinned. Remus shook his head, wishing he hadn't suggested going outside. He waited for the smart- aleck remark from James that usually followed Sirius's, but James was busy watching the group of girls in front of them, where Lily was. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked by them casually. Sirius shook his head in disgust.
"You're obsessed with her, James," Sirius remarked. James ignored that, and they continued outside in silence.
"So here's the plan," James whispered, once they were away from the crowds of other students. "You remember Rob Weasely?" Remus nodded. "We can ask him to show us other passageways around the school. That way, we'll be able to get to different places faster, and we'll know where we can escape fast."
"What if he won't show us?" Peter asked nervously.
"He will," Sirius replied confidently, putting a long blade of grass in his mouth.
Sirius was right. When they asked Rob to show them some secret passageways, he agreed immediately, and they decided to go the next night. Remus was getting that sinking feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he got every time his friends planned a new adventure.
"Come on, hurry up," Rob said, motioning for the four younger boys to go out the portrait hole. They stood outside, waiting for him to take the lead. After taking a minute to check that no one was watching, Rob exited Gryffindor and began walking briskly.
"A lot of these just go from one part of the school to another," he explained in a whisper. "But there's a few that go outside the school. This statue over here will take you to the second floor." Pushing hard on a stone Erumpet's horn, he moved the head aside, revealing a long slide. "Who's going first?"
James and Sirius both jumped forward, but James got there first. He enjoyed the ride down, picking up speed until the slide leveled out and put him on the second floor. As he stood, he thought he saw something move into a classroom, but he didn't see anything when he looked around. Sirius came out of the end of the tunnel then, which happened to be behind a painting of a herd of Re'em. Soon, they were all there, and Rob took the lead again.
"This doesn't exactly lead anywhere, but it's a good place to bring a girl," he told them with a wink. At the end of the tunnel, James could see why. There was a large window with a view of the countryside and the lake, and it seemed to fit his view of a girl's idea of romance. That kind of romance, to him, was a lot of mush and kind of stupid, but he knew that was how to win a girl.
As they walked back through the tunnel, James was thinking about what he had seen as he came out of the first passageway. Curiosity overcame him, and he whispered, "I'm going to go check something out. I'll catch up in a minute."
"Ok, we'll wait by that picture of Boris the Bewildered over there if you haven't caught up by the time we get there," Rob responded, pointing. James nodded and turned back towards the door he had seen something disappear into.
As he walked down there, he felt a little bit of fear rising in him. He pushed it down, refusing to let it get the better of him. While he concentrated on ignoring his fear, he walked right past the classroom. When he realized that, he began to walk back towards the classroom. He hadn't gone five steps when he heard a door behind him open. Spinning around, he saw a hand pointing a wand at him. It took him a second to react, and that second was too long.
"Imperio!"
James had a sudden, light-headed feeling. The feeling triggered an automatic mistrust in him.
Walk into the classroom.
Immediately, he obeyed the voice. About halfway to the door, he forced himself to stop, questioning why he was obeying.
Walk into the classroom!
The voice was sharper now, and James moved one or two steps before stopping again. He fought the voice, angry at it's control over him, and broke free. After glancing at the man in the doorway, he began to run. The man leapt after him, trying to grab James and stop him. James looked around the hall wildly, but his friends had gone into another passageway. He felt a strong hand grip his ear and yank back. The skin tore, and James tried to yell out in pain and anger as he felt blood flow down his neck. A gag appeared in his mouth, choking him, and ropes bound his hands and feet. The man picked him up and threw him into the room.
Looking around, James saw that two more men were waiting inside the room, one hidden by shadows in the corner. His arm was numb from the impact with the stone floor, but he couldn't sit up. The ropes were cutting off the circulation in his limbs.
"He's a smart one, this one," muttered the man who had chased James.
"He's only a first year," the second man scoffed, standing in front of James.
"Yes, but he's got a strong mind," replied the first one defensively. "I'm telling you, he had no problem breaking away."
"Maybe you're just losing your touch," said the second man.
"I'm the best in the business," growled the first threateningly. "Lord Voldemort handpicked me for this mission, and there's a reason for that."
There was that Lord Voldemort again. James wondered what exactly this mission was that they were talking about, and what they were after him for. The second man peered closer at James, then laughed quietly.
"Well, well," he chuckled, "looks like we've found one of those brats we met in Hogsmeade." He gave James a hard kick just under his eye. That act made James boil over. He squirmed and rolled wildly and managed to get his hands in front of him, and the ground. Kicking upward with both feet, he heard a hiss of air go out of one man as he doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Too high, thought James, preparing to aim another kick at the other man. However, as he kicked, the man caught his feet and dragged him to a chair, using his wand to tie the boy down.
"Let me do it," said the man in the corner, his voice an odd, hissing sound. James saw the man in front of him pale a little.
"We do not want to damage his mind, though," he replied, trying to sound somewhat respectful.
"If he can throw off the Imperius Curse that easily, his mind will be fine," the shadowed man answered coldly.
"As you wish." The man stepped back. James continued to struggle against the ropes, trying to break free. As the man stepped out of the shadows, James glanced up for a moment. When he saw the man's face, he was distracted. More particularly, it was his eyes. They were huge, the size of softballs, and completely black. When James looked closer, he saw a tiny speck of white appear in the center.
"Keep watching," the man hissed unnecessarily. James couldn't break the eye contact. The white dot grew larger and larger. It seemed to envelope James, and he could feel all his thoughts and feelings being wiped away. The two other men watched, a little bit afraid of the power being displayed. The boy's struggles slowed and finally stopped, his eyes glued to the strange man's. Soon, James sat quietly, waiting for instructions.
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A/N Good? Hope so. Review please!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Well, they won't actually become Anamagi for a while, but I'm working on them learning about it. Thanks for the review!
Jennyangel – Nope, haven't seen Remus yet, I'll have to go look for a pic of him. Thanks for reviewing!