Disclaimer- It's not mine. Never was. The only thing I own is Sable, and the other characters that J.K. Rowling has not already created that are in this story.
A/N- Sorry for taking so long to update. School finals are coming up and I need to study, as well as write two different papers. So, I'm really sorry, at least to the ones who are still reading this story.
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Chapter 40
Two agonizing weeks later, Robert and Carol Robbins were released from St. Mungo's with strict orders from Dr. Penske to take it easy for a couple more days before heading back to work at the Ministry. Sable had went back to school after making sure that her mom and dad were settled in at their home in Godric's Hollow. By the time she had returned to Hogwarts, she had been behind on much of her schoolwork, but with a little help from Lily and Remus, she quickly caught up on the missed assignments. She then began tackling the mountains of review work their professors had recently assigned due to the upcoming N.E.W.T.S.
The blasted tests had overtaken most of the seventh year's conscious since returning to school after the holiday break. Lily, ever the study hog, had began pushing everyone to study hard for the tests, even though they were still a few months off.
The only reprieve from the long hours of studying came in the form of Hogsmeade weekends and Quidditch games. Slytherin had beaten Hufflepuff during their last match, effectively knocking Amos Diggory and his House team out of the running for the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had narrowly slipped by Ravenclaw to secure the other spot in the fight for the final match. The Quidditch cup would be awarded to either Gryffindor or Slytherin House, upon completion of the final match, and both teams were anxious for the glory that the trophy held.
The day of the final Quidditch game came on a blustery Saturday, halfway through March. That morning the Marauders met the rest of their House for breakfast, just as they normally did, but it did not take long to figure out that the two mischievous boys had been up to something.
"What have you done now?" Lily asked, eyeing them skeptically as she voiced the question on her and Sable's minds.
"Oh, nothing, Lily." Sirius said smoothly, heaping food onto his empty plate. "Absolutely nothing."
"James?" Lily asked, turning to the Head Boy. "What have you done? Is this about the Quidditch match today?"
"Yeah," Sable said, looking at Sirius. "You are acting cockier than normal, especially this early in the morning."
"Cocky?!" he asked dramatically. "Sirius Black is not cocky!"
"Then what do you call it?" Peter asked, looking on completely confused as he started eating.
"Self-assured." Remus answered, snickering.
"That's right, Moony, my good man." Sirius crowed.
"What ever you want to call it." Lily said. "What did you do, Sirius?"
"I just left a little surprise for our Slytherin friends to find." he said absently. "Nothing major."
"Another prank? And you didn't tell me about it?" Sable teased.
"What have you done, James?" Lily asked. "You haven't sabotaged the Slytherin team, have you?"
"We don't need to resort to sabotage to beat those slimy creeps!" James said loudly, glaring at Lily for even suggesting such a thing.
"Cool your jets, James." Sable said. "I want to know what to expect later on. What did you guys do, Remus?"
"You'll see later, love." he said with a grin. "I actually did not have much to do with this one."
"What did you do?" Sable asked, her curiosity peaked.
"I got the password to the Slytherin's rooms." he said, picking at a piece of fruit.
"The Common Rooms?" Lily asked.
"No. The changing rooms down by the Pitch." Peter said. "We already know the one to the Common Room."
"Are you sure this is not going to interfere with the match today?" Lily asked. "I don't like the looks on your faces."
"You have our word as Marauders," Sirius said. "We have done nothing to interfere with today's match. Not that we would need any help to put those snakes in their rightful places."
"Yeah, the dirt." James commented.
"Besides, it is against my honor to tamper with a Quidditch match." Sirius said confidently.
"Then why was my House team pranked the day of our match against you bunch of brutes?" came an impatient voice from behind Sirius. Remus looked up to see a slightly peeved Arabella Figg standing behind Sirius, arms folded and eyes blazing at the Marauder in question.
"Uh, morning Bella!" Sirius covered quickly. "How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough, Mr. I-don't-tamper-with-Quidditch-matches." she said. Sable, seeing the terrified look on Sirius' faced, decided to intervene on the young man's behalf.
"Calm down, Bella." she said placatingly. "Besides, I heard that you hexed half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team for bad mouthing Sirius after that last game."
"And I heard that the other half only got away unscathed because you couldn't find them to hex them." Peter muttered. Bella immediately flushed crimson and started groping for something to say in defense.
"Aww, my Bella is standing up for my honor." Sirius said, slipping his arm around her and grinning at the familiar banter they had long ago gotten used to slipping into when around each other.
"Yeah, your questionable honor." the Ravenclaw Prefect said, trying to hide a small smile. "Besides, they had it coming. Between bad mouthing Sirius and muttering a few choice words about me and my 'dating' tastes, they had it coming for a while."
"So what you're saying is that we can't prank them, but you can send enough hexes at them to land them in the infirmary for two days?" Sirius asked as she flushed darker.
"Exactly."
"Where's the sense in that?" Peter asked.
"They are in my House. Therefore it is my privilege to put the cocky gits in their places."
"That's my girl!" Sirius grinned. Sable and the others only shook their heads. Sable, by now, had finished her breakfast.
"The game starts at noon, right?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Okay." she said. "I'll meet you guys out there. I've got some work to finish for Monday."
"Work?" Sirius asked. "On a Saturday?"
"Yeah, Sirius." Arabella said. "Work. N.E.W.T.S. are coming up, you know."
"Anyhow," Remus cut in, effectively derailing another argument before it started. "I'm going with her. I might actually get some word done."
"Bye, guys." James said.
"Remember, the game starts at noon!" Peter said as they walked out of the Hall.
"We'll be there!" Remus called back, running to catch up with his girlfriend. The couple walked through the corridors and down the Defense Hallway, going through the entrance into her room after getting past the suite of armor guarding the entrance. Sable went to her storage closet to get some extra ingredients, and Remus settled himself down at a table, pulling out some books.
"So what has Sirius got planned for our unsuspecting rivals?" she asked as she looked through some of the contents of the closet.
"I really don't know, to be perfectly honest with you." he said, opening a Charms book and flipping to a chapter he had been working on. "We weren't even planning on pranking anyone else. They woke me up this morning right after they got back from the Slytherin change rooms."
"So you're telling me that James, Sirius, and Peter done this on their own?" Sable asked. "Why didn't they let you in on it? You're usually the brains behind the pranks."
"Don't know." Remus said distractedly. "But it's okay. I've been with you more lately, studying and stuff. That's probably why they wanted to do it on their own."
"Humph!" she said, huffing in indignation. "I can't wait to see what kind of mess they create with this."
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Sure enough, the Quidditch game a few hours later had been a close race. Slytherin's dirty tactics had only gotten down right filthy when they realized that the Gryffindor players were out flying and out scoring them. Sirius had seemed to enjoy every minute of it though, as he hit the flying Bludgers at any and all Slytherin players, effectively taking the Seeker out numerous times whether the Snitch was in sight or not. James' intense drills for the Gryffindor Chasers had turned them into scarlet colored torpedoes on the field. The accuracy of the shots was spot on, and it was no time before the Gryffindor's rage for blood overtook the Slytherin dishonest tactics. Because of all the excitement, no one ever noticed when Peter slipped out of the bleachers and headed for the Slytherin change rooms, bag in hand.
The game had ended with Slytherin loosing to Gryffindor with a score of 300 to 190. There was much celebration as Gryffindor was presented with the Quidditch Cup, and the players were literally carried back into the castle on the shoulders of their housemates. Peter had returned by then, a huge grin on his face and a knowing look on his face. There would be a huge celebration in the Gryffindor Common Room tonight, and the entire House knew it.
The ensuing mayhem that had occurred to the Slytherin Quidditch team that evening was pure genius. Peter had snuck into the Slytherin change rooms before the game had ever ended and put the finishing touches on the prank. He had switched the bars of soap in the shower stalls for some of Zonko's specialty joke soaps. Each bar was guaranteed to cause undue amounts of stress to the person who was unfortunate enough to be using it. One bar was a twenty-four hour itch soap that made the used itch constantly all over their body. Another caused a red rash to break out on the parts of the body it came into contact with; while another one promised to make the skin of the user dry and flaky. But the Marauders' favorite was a simplistic bar that caused its user to have horrid body odor. After replacing the soaps, Peter pulled out a phial of some kind of concoction Sirius and James had come up with. It was supposedly a combination of two strong libido potions.
It was made to be geared towards a certain person, and when the drinker encountered the specified person, they would make passes at them until the potion wore off. Of course, Sirius had concocted the potion to be geared towards Madame Pomfrey, the nurse in the infirmary, but they altered it slightly so that the drinkers would hit on any female in sight who the drinker thought was attractive. Sirius had told him to put the entire dosage in the water cooler in the change room, so he did. After dumping the contents into the basin, Peter collected his thing and left, making sure to replace the protection barriers on the building. He had returned to the Pitch right before the Snitch was caught. When he had returned, he noticed Remus' eyes gleaming in anticipation at the beginning of the prank. It was going to be good. Now all they had to do was sit back and watch the fruits of their labor.
~~~Slytherin Change Rooms~~~
Cody Flint had just finished pulling on his clean clothes when there was a knock at the door to the changing rooms. Flint, still in a bad mood from the lass to Gryffindor, stalked over to the door and flung it open, only to reveal a calm looking Snape.
"Severus." Flint said, leaning up against the door casing. "What do you want?"
"Not exactly cordial, are you?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Get in here, and quit being an ass, Snape!" Flint barked. "I don't feel like putting up with your smart-ass comments right now." Snape followed the shorter boy in the room and watched as he threw his towel into the hamper near the stalls.
"There is a meeting tonight." Snape said simply, watching as most of the Slytherin Quidditch team exited the change room. "In Hogsmeade."
"What time?" Flint asked, tiredly.
"Right after dusk." Snape said. "We are to receive our new orders."
"Wonderful." Flint murmured. A few seconds later, yells and screams could be heard from outside. Snape and Flint looked at each other and frowned, leaving the change rooms to go see what was going on. When they got out of the door, Flint growled, finding the rest of his teammates fighting with a number of the other House members.
"What's going on here?" Snape bellowed, stalking over to the nearest tussling pair. "Break it up!" Flint grabs one of the team Beaters and pulled him off of the boy he had been fighting with, a sixth year Hufflepuff boy.
"What is going on here?" Snape demands, eyeing the roughed up boy in front of him.
"Your buddy was making a pass at my girlfriend." the boy said firmly. "He wouldn't leave her alone, so I made him leave her alone." Snape glared at the boy and turned to tell Flint to get a hold of his team members, only to find him being slapped across the face by a girl a few feet away.
"What the Hell is going on here?" bellowed Professor Treble as he stalked across the lawn with Professor McGonagall to find out what was going on. The Slytherin Quidditch team, completely surprised to hear their Head of House yelling at them, turn to find out what was happening, allowing the girls they were accosting to make a run for the castle. When Treble and McGonagall got to where Snape and Flint were standing, the Slytherin Head glared at his charges.
"What is the meaning of this, Cody?" he asked, glaring at the Quidditch captain, who was starting to scratch his arms in irritation as the Zonko's soap kicked in. "Your team is absolutely out of line!"
"I don't know, sir." Flint answered, bending down to scratch at his leg. "I don't know what's wrong with them?"
"Professor McGonagall," came Matt Sangleworth's voice. "You look absolutely ravishing today." The Gryffindor Head looked down at the boy and frowned, noticing that he was starting to get a rash on his face, arms and hands. Before she could interject, another of the Slytherin team came up to her.
"How are you, Professor McGonagall?" Brandon Riviera said. "I am so happy that your House won the game today. They deserve it." McGonagall looked at the boy and was about to reprimand him for speaking in such an informal manner when she caught a whiff of the air around him. It smelled like rotten Hippograff eggs and over ripe fruit all rolled into one hideous smell coming from the boy.
"What is your problem?" Flint asked, looking at the two boys in complete confusion as he reached behind his back to scratch an annoying spot on his back that was itching like crazy. "We just LOST to her House! Or have you forgotten?"
"Who is worried about Quidditch when there is such a beauty in our presence?" asked Patrick Lee as he walked closer to the Transfiguration teacher. His skin had started to flake off and fall to the ground, but he seemed unaware of it. "As long as Minerva is happy, that's all that matters, correct?" By now, McGonagall looked as though she was about to faint from confusion. Treble however, was fuming mad, not only at the boy's attitudes, but their appearances as well. It seemed as though his House team had been pranked. And he had no doubt as to who was probably responsible for it.
"Snape! Flint!" he barked. "Get these imbeciles to the infirmary. Something has happened to them to have them simpering over Minerva like a bunch of love sick fools!" Flint and Snape each stun the members of the team and begin floating them towards the infirmary, not realizing that upon seeing the nurse Pomfrey, things were only going to get worse. Treble took off after his students and McGonagall frowned before following them in.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room, Sable and Lily were being told exactly what had happened to cause the entire Slytherin Quidditch team to act like some love sick idiots around their Transfiguration teacher.
"A libido potion?" Lily asked, trying to hold back a grin. "You slipped them a double concentrated libido potion?"
"Yep." James said happily, glad that Lily was not very angry at him for the whole thing. "Sirius and I made a few alterations to it and got Peter to slip it into their cooler of water while the game was still going on."
"So that's where you went." Sable commented from the window as she watched her Head of House stalk in after the Slytherin Head. "I was wondering."
"What else did you do?" Remus asked, smiling. "The rest of the team looked a little uncomfortable."
"Well, let's just say that Madame Pomfrey will be getting more attention than she's used to when she tried to stop the effects of that soap." Sirius said happily. "In fact, they should be there right about now…"
~~In the infirmary…~~
Snape and Flint levitated their classmates into the infirmary and placed each of them on separate beds. Madame Pomfrey, the young nurse who had been working at Hogwarts for only a few years, rushed in to see what was the problem.
"What has happened here, Anthony, Minerva?" she questioned the two Heads as she quickly took a look at the six team members on the beds in her infirmary.
"They just started talking funny." Treble said. "They were practically proclaiming their undying love to Professor McGonagall!"
"A little young to be your admirers, aren't they Minerva?" Pomfrey teased the older woman. "What about these rashes?"
"They came up right after we showered and left the change rooms." Flint said icily as he scratched his neck. Pomfrey nodded and shook her head, knowing exactly what had made their skin inflame and flake.
"You needn't worry." she stated simply, pulling some potions from a nearby cabinet. "It is one of those concoctions the children buy from Zonko's, the joke shop in Hogsmeade. They'll be back to normal in no time at all." She pulled a small glass out of a cabinet and poured a yellowish looking liquid into it, handing it to Flint. "Drink this and that itch will go away." she said. Flint took the glass and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the awful taste.
"I take it they are in good hands?" Treble asked, looking at the nurse as she bustled around. "You can have them back to normal soon."
"Just as soon as I get this stuff down them." the nurse answered. "I will send them to the Great Hall in a half hour at the latest."
"Very well then." McGonagall said, sweeping out of the infirmary and going to look for a certain group of Gryffindor seventh years that she suspected had a hand in doing this. Treble nodded and left as well. She nodded to the remaining boys in the infirmary, dismissing them so that she could get to work. "They will be fine, boys. You can go now. Thank you for bringing them here immediately." Flint and Snape nodded, leaving the infirmary quickly. "Well now, let's see what's happened to you bunch of brutes." Pomfrey said, pulling out her wand and lifting the stunning spell from the closest Slytherin.
~~~Gryffindor Common Room~~~
"You made the concentration geared toward Pomfrey?" Remus laughed, slapping James on the back. "The poor woman won't know what to do, having the entire Slytherin team at her feet, begging her for a shag."
"Was the potion really that strong?" Sable questioned, her eyes dancing in mischievousness.
"It was as strong as I could make it." James said proudly. "I might not be as good as you, Sable, but my potion making abilities aren't too shabby on their own."
~~~The Infirmary~~~
Pomfrey watched as the young man's eyes slowly began to refocus onto her. The stunning spell was lifted and she held out the potion that would counterattack the effects of the enchanted soap they had come into contact with.
"Welcome back to the living world, Mr. Sangleworth's." she said, looking down at the boy. She never noticed the glazed over look on the boy's face as she helped him to sit up. "I need you to drink this, Mr. Sangleworth." she said, handing him the potion. "It will help clear up that nasty rash."
"Such loving hands." the boy replied, grasping Pomfrey's hand in a loving manner. "You truly are an angel of mercy to us all, Madame. A woman of great knowledge that can heal a man's body, as well as his soul.
"Mr. Sangleworth," Pomfrey said, taking her hand out of the young boys. "I think you need to lie down. You must have hit your head on something." The boy only smiled and shook his head, swinging his feet off of the bed and standing, pulling the confused nurse into a tight hug.
"I have not hit my head, my dear love." he whispered lovingly in her ear. "I am simply speaking the truth."
~~~Gryffindor Common Room~~~
"How long is it going to last?" Remus asked, trying to control himself from the last bout of laughing.
"Only a few hours." Sirius said. "I figured we'd let Pomfrey get good and annoyed, and then she'd figure out how to get rid of the potion."
"Does it just work on the teachers?" Sable asked cautiously. "Or do they accost any girl they see."
"Just the ones they may have ever been attracted to at some point in time." James clarified, grabbing a bottle of butterbeer from the table. "Too bad Flint didn't get any though."
"I know." Sirius said glumly. "I was hoping he would get a double dose of it and come after Sable."
"Say what!?" Sable cried.
"It would give me a valid reason to beat the snot out of him." Sirius said casually, a grin on his handsome face. "That is of course after Moony got finished with him."
~~~In the Infirmary~~~
"Mr. Sangleworth!!" Pomfrey exclaimed, jerking herself out of the young man's heated embrace. "I must ask you to stop this nonsense!"
"But it isn't nonsense, my beautiful woman." he said, walking towards her, a smile on his face. Pomfrey frowned and pulled her wand out, pointing it towards the advancing Slytherin.
"Stop right there, Mr. Sangleworth." she stated. "Or I will be forced to subdue you."
"Now why would you do that, love?" he asked. "I am not going to hurt you. I just want to show you exactly how much I love what you…" He was cut off when Pomfrey sent a stunning hex at him, dropping him to the floor.
"What is wrong with this man?" she asked herself, levitating him to the bed he had climbed out of only minutes before. "I'll figure it out later. Let me get the rest of these boys cleared up from Zonko's wrath." She walked over to the next bed and held her nose. It was Brandon Riviera. She pointed her wand at the boy and muttered a quick 'Ennervate' to wake him up.
"What happened?" the boy asked, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Where am I?"
"You are in the infirmary, Mr. Riviera." Pomfrey said, pulling out another glass and dose of the remedy for the horrid smell he was producing from his body. "Now, I need you to drink this quickly." The boy reached out to take the glass, finally coming face to face with the nurse. Once again, a glazed expression lit the young man's face.
"An angel." he said. "You look like an angel."
"Excuse me?!" Pomfrey asked, shocked that there was another one that was spouting off nonsense to her. "Mr. Riviera, did you injure yourself at today's game?"
"No," he said, downing the potion, but never looking from Pomfrey's face. "No, I did not. But I believe you are the most kind and gentle woman I have ever met."
~~~Gryffindor Common Room~~~
The entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room swung open to reveal a very flustered Professor McGonagall. The students parted like the Red Sea as she stomped over to the other side of the Common Room.
"Potter! Black! Pettigrew! Lupin!" she yelled. "Get over here right now!" Upon hearing their names, the Marauders glanced back at their Professor and pasted on the most innocent smiles they could possibly muster.
"Remember, you two." Remus said quickly. "Peter and I were with you two the whole time the game was going on." The girls nodded and smiled.
"Why do we never get called?" Sable asked Lily as the boys smirked and walked over to their angry Head of House. "You'd think she'd suspect us as well." Lily only smiled and shrugged.
"McGonagall trusts us." she said. "She thinks we try to persuade the boys to stop playing childish pranks on the other Houses."
"She does, does she?" SAble asked, snickering. "That's ironic, considering the last few times we've helped them come up with the charms and potions they use during the pranks."
"Well, the boys don't mind taking the rap, so I don't complain." Lily said. "Of course sometimes I wish James would just grow out of this stage already. We're about to graduate, for Merlin's sake. And Remus was a Prefect last year, so I figured he'd calm James and Sirius down, but I was wrong."
"Don't sweat it, Lily." Sable said, watching as McGonagall interrogated the four boys in a corner. "We all have to grow up too fast. Let them have their fun while they are still at school. It's almost over, then we're all going to be in the real world. Let them have their fun, even if it is a tad childish at times."
~~~The Infirmary~~~
Pomfrey sighed in frustration as she placed another one of the Slytherin team members back on the hospital bed. She had awoken every single one of them, and they had all reacted the same way, declaring their undying love to her, and promising to sweep her away to exotic places and teaching her how greatly they appreciate her 'gentle' nature. Pacing around the room, she could come up with no idea as to why they were acting so strange. So she done the one thing she always done when faced with a confusing situation that she could not figure out, she grabbed some Floo powder and called out to Dumbledore. She had a feeling that this was the handy work of the famous Marauders, Merlin knew she had fixed a many of people who had been on the wrong end of their pranks.
"Those boys are something else. One of these days, though, they are going to prank someone and it's going to backfire on them horribly." she chuckled as Dumbledore's head appeared in the fire. "Albus, we have a problem."
"What is it, Poppy?" the wizened Headmaster asked.
"It seems as though the Slytherin Quidditch team has ingested something that is causing them to act out of context. Can you come check them over? I've never seen anything like this before."
"Is it the work of the Marauders?" the old man asked, humor apparent in his voice.
"I wouldn't doubt it, Albus." Pomfrey said with a sigh and a smile. "They are responsible for sending me the majority of my patients, after all."
"I will be there, momentarily, Poppy."
"Thank you, Albus." she said, turning back to the boys and grinning. "You're doing this to spite me, aren't you James Potter? You're doing this because I threatened to make Albus take you and Black off of the Quidditch team if you kept pranking people. Showed me up didn't you, you little prankster?" She laughed humorlessly and awaited for Dumbledore to get there.
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By the time the potion had worn off, about three weeks later, the Slytherin and Gryffindor relationship was rocky as ever. The two opposing Houses took every chance to hex and curse each other when they came into contact. Filch wound up doling out more detentions than ever for using magic in the hallways between classes.
As the Easter break came closer and closer, the tensions came to a head and one little incident in the hallway between classes was what had sparked it all.
Sable had just come back into the castle one day after Herbology to find an owl waiting on her at Gryffindor table. Sirius took the letter from the owl and handed it to Sable, giving the tawny creature a piece of bread and some water before it took off.
"You expecting a letter from your parents?" Lily asked, peering at the letter in curiosity. "How are they doing by the way?"
"Mom and dad are fine." Sable said. "What in the world does the Ministry want with me? I haven't done anything." She grabbed the letter and slit the top open.
"Well open it and find out." Lily said. Sable shrugged and opened the letter. She unfolded the piece of parchment and quickly scanned over it, taking in its contents. Her face broke into a huge grin when she finished it.
"This is great!!" she said, staring at the paper. "I can't believe it!" Remus plucked the paper out of her hand and grinned as he scanned over it.
"What is it?" Peter asked, wanting to find out what was going on.
"Yeah, don't leave us in the dark." Sirius said, trying to grasp the paper from Remus' hand.
"The Wolfsbane Potion passed the first round of inspection through the Experimental Potions at the Ministry!" Sable gushed happily.
"And they think that they may be able to legalize it soon, if it passes the other inspections!" Remus added, a grin on his face. The Marauders grinned in happiness. All of Sable's work had finally paid off, and they were proud of her for it.
"Wonderful." Lily beamed. "That is good news."
"Yeah, Congrats, Sable." James said, patting her back.
"Thanks, everyone." Sable said. "I need to go show this to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Treble. They'll be so happy!"
"I do believe both of us already received that particular letter, Ms. Robbins." their Potions Master said, coming up behind them.
"Professor Treble!" Sable cried in happiness, snatching the paper from Remus. "Look!"
"I know, Ms. Robbins." he said gently, the ghost of as smile on his lips. "Albus and I already received word. Congratulations. You've done something it takes most researchers years to do."
"Really?"
"Yes." he said. "Now I believe your parents would be proud to know. You'd better tell them."
"I am." she said happily, clutching the paper to her. "I'm going to tell them right now." Sable grabbed her stuff and took off towards her bedroom to write the letter to her parents, leaving the rest of the Marauders standing in the Great Hall. Sirius looked at Remus and grinned.
"Well, that's going to keep her in a good mood for a couple of days," he said. "No matter what you do, Moony." Remus grinned and leaned up against the table with his arms folded and a smirk on his lips. He had chewed Sirius, Peter, and James out for not letting him in on the last prank with the Slytherin Quidditch Team, and they promised to prank the snakes again, this time with his assistance.
"Are you suggesting something, Padfoot." James asked, watching the retreating form of the girl from the Great Hall.
"No more pranks, you trouble makers." Lily reprimanded, shaking her finger at them. "You need to study, not prank someone else."
"We are going to study, Lils." James said smoothly. "Just not right now."
"Yeah, Lily." Sirius said, slipping his arm on her shoulder and grinning. "We've still got enough time to study for N.E.W.T.S. Don't worry about it." Lily frowned and shook her head, walking to the door of the Great Hall to let the boys do as they wished.
James grinned as his girlfriend walked out.
"What's the plan gentlemen?" he asked, turning to his friends.
"Well," Sirius grinned. "I was thinking….."
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A/N- Okay people, here is the next chapter. I hope I haven't lost you guys along the way, doesn't seem like I'm getting any reviews for the story, but…oh, well. It's almost over with anyhow.
So, until next time,
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