A/N "I need your arms around me I need to feel your touch / I need your
understanding I need your love so much." Never There by CAKE. Good song.
Good band. Ok, I'll get on to the story now.
Disclaimer – No I don't own the stuff that you have seen before they belong to a certain JK Rowling and it is not probable that I will ever own that stuff.
The months passed by quickly. By March, Remus was starting to hope that his friends had forgotten about the mysterious Lord Voldemort. However, his hopes were dashed on the last day of March.
"I think we should give him a pink fox again, just as a reminder," Sirius was saying. He and James were discussing what to do to Snape the next day.
"Well, I'd hate to be repetitive," James responded, sucking on a blue sugar quill. Remus looked up from his History of Magic essay.
"Hey, you two notice that I'm almost done and you've got three sentences?" he said, half-scolding and half-teasing. "It's because I don't sit around and talk about cursing other people when I've got better things to do."
"Uh-oh, is ickle Remus gwumpy?" Sirius nudged his friend lightly. "Look, there's more to life than books, mate. If you care to take a look, James and I get great grades, and we don't get half as worked up about it as you."
Suddenly, James jumped up, rubbed his nose, and walked to Lily's group of friends. Sirius groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. Watching with slight interest, Remus saw James begin talking with huge hand gestures. Most of the girls looked like they didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. While they were still deciding, James' nose began to disappear. Once, it was gone, his face began to fade, until his whole head was missing. The girls were now staring in shock, while Remus could still hear James talking as if he hadn't noticed a thing. Lily stepped up and said something, obviously scornful. Clearly trying to redeem himself, James stuck his hands in his pockets and answered back just as his nose began to reappear.
"Stupid," Sirius snorted, shaking his head. James returned to sit with them before his head had become fully visible again.
"What was that?" asked Remus, curious in spite of himself.
"Just putty," James replied innocently. "I must be allergic or something."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Allergic?"
"Alright, alright, I might've done a little magic," James admitted.
"Didn't work too well, now, did it?" Sirius scoffed. Becoming very interested in a subject in his book, James didn't reply. Returning to his paper, Remus was finishing the last word of his essay when a loud thud made him jump, scrawling a line across the parchment. Fuming silently, he pulled out an ink eraser and began to rub out the line, carefully repairing the words that had been crossed. Once the line was gone, he began to rewrite the last word. Suddenly, Sirius swore loudly, and another line appeared on Remus' paper.
"What?!" Remus shouted, furiously scrubbing at the ink for a second time.
"It's a letter from that old hag of a mother of mine!" Sirius exclaimed. Looking up, Remus saw an eagle perched on the back of Sirius' chair, while Sirius stared at the piece of parchment in revulsion.
"What do they want now?" asked James, standing to look over his friend's shoulder.
"Some old lady died and they want me to go back for her funeral," Sirius complained, finally lowering his voice. "As if they even care about her. They just want her money."
"Why do they want you there for?" Remus asked, forgetting about his essay.
"Probably want me to suck up to whoever's handing out the goods," spat Sirius, throwing the parchment in the fire. "Get lost, you," he snapped at the owl, shoving it off of his chair. Screeching, the eagle took flight.
"When do you have to go?" wondered James, returning to his chair.
"Tonight," groaned Sirius, leaning back. "They don't want me to get away from them again."
"Again?" Remus looked at his friend, curious about what had happened.
"Yeah, once I was with James and his parents, camping." Sirius sat up again, unable to stay still. "They sent my brother, Regulus, to tell me that I was to return home immediately. My parents never liked the Potters, didn't approve of them. The only reason I even knew James was because I had run off when I was about seven and met him in town. They caught me, though, and I got a beating once I got back home. Didn't care, though. After that, I had a place I could go to whenever the house got to be too much. Anyway, I knocked out Regulus and ran off into the trees. It took them almost a week to find me."
"What did they do to you when they finally found you?" Remus asked, almost afraid to know the answer. Sirius paled, his face drawn with pain at the memory. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it and shook his head.
"Look, mate, maybe we could-"James started, then was interrupted.
"No," Sirius told him firmly. "I'll go. Besides, this is another chance to find something out about Voldemort and Tom. If anyone knows about Dark wizards, it'll be my family." He glared at Remus, daring him to speak up. Remus met the gaze calmly, telling himself that least dangerous way to get information. After a moment, Sirius turned back to James.
"You two keep your eyes and ears open for anything that people might be saying," Sirius murmured, casting a suspicious eye around. "You never know when something is going to come up."
James, Remus, and Peter were all quiet after Sirius left. Remus was trying to concentrate on his essay and failing, while James doodled absentmindedly on his hand. Peter was flitting through books nervously, trying to find information on the extra essay he had been assigned in Transfiguration. The evening seemed to drag on forever, and Remus was glad when it was finally time for bed.
When the mail came the next morning, a buzz went through the Great Hall. James jabbed at his copy of the Daily Prophet excitedly.
"Look at this," he whispered. "'Skull Rises Again. Late last night, at precisely 11:04, a green skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth was seen hovering over a secluded house in the mountains. This same apparition was seen at several murders over the past few months. The killing of Susan and Edwin Mag have raised even more suspicion in the Ministry of Magic. Top workers are working full-time to find this mysterious murderer. If any information is known about this subject, please contact a Ministry worker immediately.'" James looked at Remus. "What do you think?"
What Remus wanted to say was, "I think you should forget about all this and just get on with your life here!" However, all he said was, "I think we got something to tell Sirius when he comes back."
"Which should be sometime this evening," James replied, checking his watch anxiously. "Come on, we'd better get to class."
When Sirius returned, he had a big grin on his face. "You'll never guess what I found out!"
A/N ok, you'll find out what Sirius found out next time. Sorry for the long delay, I haven't been able to write for a while. Anyway, plz review!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Yup, there's more coming. I'm probably going to do more of the Marauder's years at Hogwarts, it's been fun writing this one and it's almost over. Ok, thanx for the review!
Disclaimer – No I don't own the stuff that you have seen before they belong to a certain JK Rowling and it is not probable that I will ever own that stuff.
The months passed by quickly. By March, Remus was starting to hope that his friends had forgotten about the mysterious Lord Voldemort. However, his hopes were dashed on the last day of March.
"I think we should give him a pink fox again, just as a reminder," Sirius was saying. He and James were discussing what to do to Snape the next day.
"Well, I'd hate to be repetitive," James responded, sucking on a blue sugar quill. Remus looked up from his History of Magic essay.
"Hey, you two notice that I'm almost done and you've got three sentences?" he said, half-scolding and half-teasing. "It's because I don't sit around and talk about cursing other people when I've got better things to do."
"Uh-oh, is ickle Remus gwumpy?" Sirius nudged his friend lightly. "Look, there's more to life than books, mate. If you care to take a look, James and I get great grades, and we don't get half as worked up about it as you."
Suddenly, James jumped up, rubbed his nose, and walked to Lily's group of friends. Sirius groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. Watching with slight interest, Remus saw James begin talking with huge hand gestures. Most of the girls looked like they didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. While they were still deciding, James' nose began to disappear. Once, it was gone, his face began to fade, until his whole head was missing. The girls were now staring in shock, while Remus could still hear James talking as if he hadn't noticed a thing. Lily stepped up and said something, obviously scornful. Clearly trying to redeem himself, James stuck his hands in his pockets and answered back just as his nose began to reappear.
"Stupid," Sirius snorted, shaking his head. James returned to sit with them before his head had become fully visible again.
"What was that?" asked Remus, curious in spite of himself.
"Just putty," James replied innocently. "I must be allergic or something."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Allergic?"
"Alright, alright, I might've done a little magic," James admitted.
"Didn't work too well, now, did it?" Sirius scoffed. Becoming very interested in a subject in his book, James didn't reply. Returning to his paper, Remus was finishing the last word of his essay when a loud thud made him jump, scrawling a line across the parchment. Fuming silently, he pulled out an ink eraser and began to rub out the line, carefully repairing the words that had been crossed. Once the line was gone, he began to rewrite the last word. Suddenly, Sirius swore loudly, and another line appeared on Remus' paper.
"What?!" Remus shouted, furiously scrubbing at the ink for a second time.
"It's a letter from that old hag of a mother of mine!" Sirius exclaimed. Looking up, Remus saw an eagle perched on the back of Sirius' chair, while Sirius stared at the piece of parchment in revulsion.
"What do they want now?" asked James, standing to look over his friend's shoulder.
"Some old lady died and they want me to go back for her funeral," Sirius complained, finally lowering his voice. "As if they even care about her. They just want her money."
"Why do they want you there for?" Remus asked, forgetting about his essay.
"Probably want me to suck up to whoever's handing out the goods," spat Sirius, throwing the parchment in the fire. "Get lost, you," he snapped at the owl, shoving it off of his chair. Screeching, the eagle took flight.
"When do you have to go?" wondered James, returning to his chair.
"Tonight," groaned Sirius, leaning back. "They don't want me to get away from them again."
"Again?" Remus looked at his friend, curious about what had happened.
"Yeah, once I was with James and his parents, camping." Sirius sat up again, unable to stay still. "They sent my brother, Regulus, to tell me that I was to return home immediately. My parents never liked the Potters, didn't approve of them. The only reason I even knew James was because I had run off when I was about seven and met him in town. They caught me, though, and I got a beating once I got back home. Didn't care, though. After that, I had a place I could go to whenever the house got to be too much. Anyway, I knocked out Regulus and ran off into the trees. It took them almost a week to find me."
"What did they do to you when they finally found you?" Remus asked, almost afraid to know the answer. Sirius paled, his face drawn with pain at the memory. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it and shook his head.
"Look, mate, maybe we could-"James started, then was interrupted.
"No," Sirius told him firmly. "I'll go. Besides, this is another chance to find something out about Voldemort and Tom. If anyone knows about Dark wizards, it'll be my family." He glared at Remus, daring him to speak up. Remus met the gaze calmly, telling himself that least dangerous way to get information. After a moment, Sirius turned back to James.
"You two keep your eyes and ears open for anything that people might be saying," Sirius murmured, casting a suspicious eye around. "You never know when something is going to come up."
James, Remus, and Peter were all quiet after Sirius left. Remus was trying to concentrate on his essay and failing, while James doodled absentmindedly on his hand. Peter was flitting through books nervously, trying to find information on the extra essay he had been assigned in Transfiguration. The evening seemed to drag on forever, and Remus was glad when it was finally time for bed.
When the mail came the next morning, a buzz went through the Great Hall. James jabbed at his copy of the Daily Prophet excitedly.
"Look at this," he whispered. "'Skull Rises Again. Late last night, at precisely 11:04, a green skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth was seen hovering over a secluded house in the mountains. This same apparition was seen at several murders over the past few months. The killing of Susan and Edwin Mag have raised even more suspicion in the Ministry of Magic. Top workers are working full-time to find this mysterious murderer. If any information is known about this subject, please contact a Ministry worker immediately.'" James looked at Remus. "What do you think?"
What Remus wanted to say was, "I think you should forget about all this and just get on with your life here!" However, all he said was, "I think we got something to tell Sirius when he comes back."
"Which should be sometime this evening," James replied, checking his watch anxiously. "Come on, we'd better get to class."
When Sirius returned, he had a big grin on his face. "You'll never guess what I found out!"
A/N ok, you'll find out what Sirius found out next time. Sorry for the long delay, I haven't been able to write for a while. Anyway, plz review!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Yup, there's more coming. I'm probably going to do more of the Marauder's years at Hogwarts, it's been fun writing this one and it's almost over. Ok, thanx for the review!