Summary: A collection of short stories involving the Marauders.
Chapter Summary: The Marauders must stop Snape before it's to late! (Hey I'm a poet and I didn't even know it) Oh well, this isn't the time to rhyme. (HAH)
Author's Note: Bare with me here, flame me and I'll contact the Shoe Thrower. I MEAN IT! And Prue, here's your story: Snape died the end.
The Reign of Biscuit Lad
"I can't wait till breakfast," said Wormtail as they walked off toward the Great Hall. The crowd was thick as everyone hurried off for food.
"Poor Whitle Wormys needs some foodsy woodsy," teased Sirius. They came up to the oak doors and pushed them open.
"I wonder what we're going to do in double potions today," Moony said with the air of one commenting the weather as they took their seats at the head of the Gryffindor table.
They sat chatting over various things, Sirius and James kept whispering to each other. The food did not appear soon.
"What the-"That seemed to be the question on everyone's mind as thousands of platters filled the table but all they had was biscuits on them. Even the goblets had biscuits in them.
There was uproar throughout the great hall. The Marauders looked around.
"Hey, Snivilous isn't at the Dark table." James pointed out.
"Than where is he?" asked Wormtail as he chucked a biscuit back on the table.
"How much you want to bet he's in the kitchens?" Sirius said. The others agreed and they slipped away from the table of toward the kitchens. Lupin tickled the pear and grabbed the handle.
Inside was horrid. There, perched in the middle of the kitchen, was none other than Snape. He had an evil grin on his face and was beaming at the house elves. James thought he looked way to pleased with himself.
"Ah, the Marauders are here...." Snape said smugly. "Please, show them to the pot." The house elves crept up on them and soon the Marauders were bound and gagged.
Snape slid of the stool. "You all are truly stupid," He said, pacing in front of them.
"Exactly what are you doing?" Sirius asked through his sock.
"YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS BISCUIT LAD!" Snape spat. "And I thought it was obvious that I have taken over the kitchens and will not be serving anything but biscuits."
Dun...dun...dun...
The Marauders raised their eyebrows. Sirius rolled his eyes and transformed into a dog, bit through the ropes and proceeded to chase Snape around the room. James and Peter also transformed. James went to help Sirius and Peter gnawed his way through Lupin's ropes.
Lupin started telling the house elves what exactly to cook, while Padfoot and Prongs were still at it.
The chase went on, manly because Sirius and James were bored. They caught Snape and tied him up.
"What are you going to do to me?" Snape gulped.
Sirius just grinned as he stuck an apple in his mouth.
The students cheered as food, real wonderful, glorious, food appeared on the table. But in the middle of the Gryffindor table, Snape appeared, tied up and gagged up with an apple.
"Incendio," James whispered as Fillet of Snape started on fire.
WAHAHAHAHAHA! Fun for any one who isn't Prue? Oh, everyone, Brad says hi. The next chapter is: "The Curvy Knife Incident" REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! The feared Shoe Thrower has lent me shoes!!!
Chapter Summary: The Marauders must stop Snape before it's to late! (Hey I'm a poet and I didn't even know it) Oh well, this isn't the time to rhyme. (HAH)
Author's Note: Bare with me here, flame me and I'll contact the Shoe Thrower. I MEAN IT! And Prue, here's your story: Snape died the end.
The Reign of Biscuit Lad
"I can't wait till breakfast," said Wormtail as they walked off toward the Great Hall. The crowd was thick as everyone hurried off for food.
"Poor Whitle Wormys needs some foodsy woodsy," teased Sirius. They came up to the oak doors and pushed them open.
"I wonder what we're going to do in double potions today," Moony said with the air of one commenting the weather as they took their seats at the head of the Gryffindor table.
They sat chatting over various things, Sirius and James kept whispering to each other. The food did not appear soon.
"What the-"That seemed to be the question on everyone's mind as thousands of platters filled the table but all they had was biscuits on them. Even the goblets had biscuits in them.
There was uproar throughout the great hall. The Marauders looked around.
"Hey, Snivilous isn't at the Dark table." James pointed out.
"Than where is he?" asked Wormtail as he chucked a biscuit back on the table.
"How much you want to bet he's in the kitchens?" Sirius said. The others agreed and they slipped away from the table of toward the kitchens. Lupin tickled the pear and grabbed the handle.
Inside was horrid. There, perched in the middle of the kitchen, was none other than Snape. He had an evil grin on his face and was beaming at the house elves. James thought he looked way to pleased with himself.
"Ah, the Marauders are here...." Snape said smugly. "Please, show them to the pot." The house elves crept up on them and soon the Marauders were bound and gagged.
Snape slid of the stool. "You all are truly stupid," He said, pacing in front of them.
"Exactly what are you doing?" Sirius asked through his sock.
"YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS BISCUIT LAD!" Snape spat. "And I thought it was obvious that I have taken over the kitchens and will not be serving anything but biscuits."
Dun...dun...dun...
The Marauders raised their eyebrows. Sirius rolled his eyes and transformed into a dog, bit through the ropes and proceeded to chase Snape around the room. James and Peter also transformed. James went to help Sirius and Peter gnawed his way through Lupin's ropes.
Lupin started telling the house elves what exactly to cook, while Padfoot and Prongs were still at it.
The chase went on, manly because Sirius and James were bored. They caught Snape and tied him up.
"What are you going to do to me?" Snape gulped.
Sirius just grinned as he stuck an apple in his mouth.
The students cheered as food, real wonderful, glorious, food appeared on the table. But in the middle of the Gryffindor table, Snape appeared, tied up and gagged up with an apple.
"Incendio," James whispered as Fillet of Snape started on fire.
WAHAHAHAHAHA! Fun for any one who isn't Prue? Oh, everyone, Brad says hi. The next chapter is: "The Curvy Knife Incident" REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! The feared Shoe Thrower has lent me shoes!!!