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Chapter 16
Lily stirred awake as she distinctly heard the sound of the hospital wing doors open. She squinted her eyes in the darkness; some stupid fool had blown out all the candles. Suspiciously, she kept her eyes shut, listening to the sound of a persons footsteps creep over to her bedside. She determinedly breathed as normal as possible, trying to look as if she were sleeping and unaware of their presence. She shuddered when she heard the sound of the persons evil, manic and shrill snicker. She dared not open her eyes.
After a minute, the persons steps backed away from the bed and walked towards the exit of the wing. She forced her eyes opened, only seeing a glimpse of their shadow as they left.
"James!" Lily whispered quickly as she sat up, poking a finger deeply into his cheek.
"Nguhh," James mumbled unrecognisably as the pointed finger prodded the side of his face. She noticed James' beard was gone which was great news to her, though she would miss calling him 'gramps' or 'old pensioner Potter'.
"James, please wake up," Lily pleaded.
He opened his eyes, sitting up in the bed and rubbing his eyes as he met with the darkness of the room. Slothfully, he reached for his wand from his pocket and muttered 'Lumos' so he could see the girl who'd been jabbing holes in his face. He looked anxiously at the confused and scared girl.
"What's up?"
Lily looked again at the double doors where the stranger had left moments ago.
"I dunno," Lily murmured. "It was freaky. Someone just came over to the bed and left." She frowned, disturbed by what had happened.
"Did you see their face?" James asked her, wanting to pound the person to a pulp who had been spying at Lily in her bed.
"No..." She answered quietly. She shuddered again, feeling thirsty she picked up a full glass of water that had been placed on the bedside table next to her.
James watched the on edge Lily, then turned his gaze curiously to the water that she was about to drink; the water that seemed to be bubbling as he watched it. James wasn't exactly a fan of water and didn't drink much of it; he drank more of the alcohol kind, but he knew that water did not bubble like that.
As Lily was about to tip the glass into her mouth, James knocked the glass out of her hand. The glass flew high in the air, and the liquid sprayed as the glass landed noisily on the floor. Lily narrowed her eyes.
"Why'd you do that for? Have you got some sort of obsession with knocking drinks out of my hand?" She said, referring to James smacking a cup of coffee out of her hand that morning.
James didn't answer her and stared intently at the liquid that had been spilled on the floor. Lily followed his gaze as she heard a sizzling sound. She gasped when she saw the spilled 'water' that was bubbling as it seemed to be eating the floor. The patch of ground the liquid was spilled on had suddenly been eroded and worn away, now left with a large, devoured hole.
"Woah..." Lily whispered, turning pale. "…Poison?"
"That could've been your mouth," James said dreadfully.
Lily gulped, taking his answer to be a yes. "I don't understand all of this. First I nearly get killed by a bludger, and now someone's trying to venom my drinks? Is it just me, or is someone trying to tell me they don't like me living at all?"
"They seemed to be really determined to hurt you," James pointed out the obvious.
"But why?" Lily asked. A realisation came to James.
"To get to me…"
Lily looked at him oddly as he shamefully looked down with guilt.
"I still don't understand. Why would they hurt me to get to you? It's not as if I mean anything to you," Lily said hastily. James looked at her with surprise.
"What are you talking about? Of course you mean-" James stopped in mid sentence when a raging Madam Pomfrey exited her office, eyes bulging as she saw the two fifth years awake. The witch had an absurd strict rule of her patients to be sleeping at all times. Even if they've had an eternal sleep, she was still not satisfied.
"What are you two doing up at these hours?"
The two looked sheepishly back at her.
"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey," they apologized monotonously. The woman marched over to their bed in a dignified manner, but her walk was interrupted by her undignified stumble over the hole made by Lily's venomous drink. James tried to stifle a laugh as he watched her curse loudly.
"Mister Potter! Have you been damaging my hospital wing floor?" Madam Pomfrey accused indignantly as she scowled at the small crater. Lily was about to defend James and tell her that it was actually due to her poisoned drink, but he had already spoken.
"Yeah, sure, it was me," he lied, obviously not wanting to explain to Madam Pomfrey about the drink. For some reason, he just didn't want any adults involved. The woman shook her head disappointedly.
"I think you two need a sleeping potion," she decided, bringing out two of the potions from her cabinet and pouring in to glasses. The two immediately groaned in protest.
"No, Madam Pomfrey-" Lily began to argue but a cup of the potion was stuffed forcefully in her hand, indicating she had no choice. The witch swiftly handed a cup to the displeased James; he did not want an instant dreamless sleep. He wanted to spend an hour or two staring up at the hospital wing's ceiling whist he thought who exactly was hurting the girl he was stuck to, and also plan a million ways of causing the person agonising pain.
Lily peeked at James, remembering the sentence that had been interrupted by Madam Pomfrey's entrance. She had longed to hear the rest of what James had to say.
As Lily was about to ask him, a forced cough was heard from Madam Pomfrey as she looked at the two with her hands on her hips, still waiting for the two to drink their potions. The two fifth years sighed, then gulped down the potions, laying down on the bed as they instantly went into slumber.
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"Mr. Potter?…Miss Evans?"
James and Lily were sleeping, but found their surnames were being called, disrupting their rest. As the two slowly opened their eyes in unison, they were hit with sunlight streaming out the windows.
They both shielded their eyes from blindness as they squinted, trying to see who the person who had been calling them; both their eyes widened in shock as Professor Dumbledore stood before them, gleaming eyes with an uncanny Sirius-like grin.
Panicking, James swore inwardly, which was good news to the Gryffindor house because he'd lost many house points by swearing out loud in front of teachers. The reason he was cursing was clearly because he was caught in a single bed, with a girl, by the headmaster; so he reacted in a calm and rational way to the headmasters sudden appearance. He jumped up, trying to get out of the bed as quickly as possible. This proved to be difficult with his hand attached to Lily and much to their wretched luck, they had somehow got tangled up in the bed sheets. As James tried to struggle off the bed as Lily was looking horrified at the Professor's presence, this only resulted in them both falling off the bed with a loud 'thud'.
"I wonder if I could buy a new back in Hogsmeade..." James mumbled in pain.
"At least we didn't fall on top of each other this time," Lily told him positively, however still groaning in pain as she'd landed ungracefully on her stomach.
"I apologise. I did not intend to startle you both," Dumbledore told the fifth years, currently lying at his feet.
"Professor, I swear," James started as he stood up, helping Lily to her feet. "We weren't like, um, doing anything, ya know."
"No, I'm afraid I do not know." Dumbledore said smiling amusedly. James wondered if someone could possibly die of embarrassment, literally.
"We were just sleeping together," Lily said simply, then smacked a hand to her head again at the words that she'd spoken.
It sounds fine in my head. How come every word seems to come out wrong from my mouth? Lily wondered moodily.
"We were just sleeping, that's all," James said trying to rectify the situation as Lily had given up trying to explain and was smacking her head repeatedly out of stupidity. "As in sleep sleep. Not as in shagging sleep." James jaw dropped, including Lily's, at the word that had slipped naturally out of his mouth.
Oh no...I did not just say 'shagging' in front of Dumbledore! I did not just say it! This is all some sick dream! WAKE UP, YOU FOOL! James told himself.
He started clicking his fingers in the air distraughtly, as if at the sound of the clicking would wake him from this horrifying nightmare. The clicking did not work. Instead, Lily and Dumbledore looked at him oddly as he continuously clicked his fingers, not very well.
"Mr. Potter, please. I advise you to stop clicking or talkin," Dumbledore cautioned.
James quickly obeyed, in fear that his fingers maybe cut off.
"Madam Pomfrey has informed me that you are well enough to attend classes, Miss Evans," Dumbledore told Lily. She nodded back silently, afraid to say anymore words that would come out wrong. "I am investigating the behaviour of the bludgers at the quidditch match." Lily's mind drifted back to who could have been controlling them. "Also, thirty house points to Gryffindor for your bravery, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore added, smiling.
James smiled back in response; house points was one good thing that happened after the attempted Lily-killing. Now Gryffindor had minus one hundred and eighty six points, instead of the minus two hundred and sixteen points they currently had. This was due to the Marauders continuous pranking. It had been the first time in Hogwarts where a house had somehow managed to get minus points, which had seemed practically impossible. The news that the marauders had somehow broken a record only pleased James and Sirius more, whilst Remus hid behind his books in shame.
"You should have enough time to go to the great hall for breakfast before your first lesson. I bid you farewell," the headmaster said courteously, leaving the hospital wing.
"Well," James cut the silence, as he and Lily stood side by side. "That was horrifying."
Lily gaped at him. "You said shagging in front of Albus Dumbledore."
"Yeah...blame Sirius, that's what I always do," James told her, departing the wing; not before they both stumbled in the hole on the floor that was so noticeable that they both tripped clumsily through it.
James and Lily made their way through the great hall, taking their usual seats at the breakfast table beside a content Remus and a bandaged nosed Anna. Peter was still in the hospital wing recovering from his pants-wetting predicament. Sirius' absence was a mystery to the others.
As Lily sat down, she shot a worried look at her best friend who was stabbing her eggs with a fork, which was now mashed up into something that looked similar to vomit.
"What happened to you?" Lily gazed at Anna's wrapped up nose that looked abnormally larger than it actually was. Even bigger than Snape's, if that was humanly possible.
"Black," Anna said venomously, stabbing her fork into her plate again. "Will," She carried on jabbing the utensil. "Die..." she finished, shooting the fork so strongly into her plate that it tipped over, flinging the eggs across the table at a frightened first year. This disturbance didn't seem to bother Anna as she carried on repeatedly stabbing the table instead.
"How are you feeling, Lily?" Remus asked politely as he looked up from reading the Daily Prophet.
"Someone's trying to kill me," she replied simply, gulping down a spoonful of porridge. Remus looked worriedly from the blank Lily to the depressed James.
"Are you serious?"
"No, I'm Sirius!" Sirius said mightily as he plonked his bottom on the seat across Anna. Remus rolled his eyes; Sirius used this pathetic joke way too much. Sirius took on an unusual grim face as he looked at the group sceptically.
"Alright people. Which one of you stole all my underwear?" he said, crossing his arms with disapprove. At the sound of Sirius' voice, Anna looked up from piercing the table and a hellish fire blazed in her eyes at the his appearance. Sirius was about to ask Anna how she managed to keep her head upright with the weight of that gigantic plastered nose -that could even give Snape a run for his money- but Anna had promptly punched him in the nose, smiling satisfyingly at his cry of pain.
"Owowowowow," Sirius whinged as he pressed his hand to his nose which he felt had surely been knocked off his face.
"Now we're even," Anna said. Sirius somehow felt this had been a very unfair deal.
"Moony, is my nose still on my face? 'Cause I swear it felt like she smacked it all the way to Hosgsmeade." Sirius stuck up his nose in the air for Remus to examine, and Remus sighed tiredly; he was not going to give him another thorough 'doctor examination' like he'd done with his neck, which Sirius had claimed had brought some life threatening disease by the hysteric beard.
"Padfoot, back up a second. Someone stole all your underwear?" James asked disturbed.
"Yes! And I know it was one of you lot, so own up!" Sirius said.
The group snorted in reply. None of them had any desire to steal his underwear and would have no need in the future to steal Sirius' very unmentionables. "Anna, was it you, you dirty girl?" he said cheekily.
"I'd rather gag myself then go anywhere near your underwear draw," Anna scoffed at him. Sirius slightly disheartened at this remark, then looked to the next possible culprits: James and Lily.
"C'mon Lily, I know you were just dying to get in my boxers. So you stole them all, didn't you?" Sirius said smoothly. James glared at Sirius in response for him and Lily.
"We were in the hospital wing," James reminded him.
"Oh yeah..." Sirius said disappointedly, then turned to Remus who had already been expecting his accusation towards him.
"Mooonnny?" Sirius sang.
"Whaaat?"
"Have you got some sort of secret fascination with my underwear so you've stolen them all and hide them under your pillow where you sniff them before you go to sleep which comforts you?" Sirius spoke in one, long winded sentence. This was one of Sirius' many skills, to speak and not stop speaking. Ever.
"Padfoot, I only found out until a minute ago that you own more than one pair of underpants," Remus defended himself.
"But, if none of you lot stole my underwear, then who did?"
Sirius' question was quickly answered when suddenly his Christmas boxers had flung out of nowhere and hit him in the face. Sirius started choking as the boxers had somehow flung into his mouth and were stopping him from breathing, and Anna thumped him in the back. The group noticed that her 'helping' by hitting him on the back was a little too strong, and the girl seemed to be enjoying herself way too much as she was still walloping Sirius even when the boxers had exited his mouth and were swimming in his cereal.
"Anna. You can. Stop now," Sirius spoke in between thwacking.
"Just trying to help," Anna said cheerfully. Sirius turned his attention to the direction where the boxers were aimed from, and he was greeted with a smirking Rachel, the Gryffindor beater who was waving to him from down the breakfast table.
"Love the Christmas boxers, Siri!" Rachel yelled. Sirius blushed as everyone's heard turned to look at his undergarments. Sirius figured this was his punishment for telling her secret. Well, he wouldn't damn tell her that it'd been a great prank: no way.
"The joke's on you anyway!" Sirius beamed. Rachel looked back at him with confusion. "I decided to go 'commando' and wear no underwear! And it's quite comfortable actually."
Everyone in the hall groaned and pushed their plates of food away from them as they suddenly didn't feel to have much of an appetite anymore, and maybe even for at least the next two weeks.
"You're not wearing any underwear?" Lily said dreadfully, asking for a confirmation. Sirius grinned in reply, then moved his crotch around in his seat to get more comfortable. This only revolted the others.
"Merlin. Horrid mental image. Think of something else. Anything else. Quidditch, yes, quidditch. Broom sticks, quaffle, the snitch..." James blabbered on, trying to distract himself from the scarring picture of Sirius with no underwear that was cropping up in his mind.
"Did I mention I'm wearing your trousers, Prongs?" Sirius revealed.
James gaped at him. "No, but thanks for pointing that out to me," he said grimly.
"My pleasure," Sirius said happily, then returned back to the blonde haired girl who had banished him from wearing no underwear in the first place. "Rachel, what exactly have you done with all my underwear?"
"I burned it all," she answered smoothly.
"YOU BURNED ALL MY UNDERWEAR!" Sirius flipped.
"Only joking," Rachel said, laughing as the pant-less Sirius sighed with relief. "I hid your pants around the school." Sirius frowned at her. "It'll be like a treasure hunt for you…But with pants," she added. Sirius slightly brightened at the sound of a treasure hunt, or to be more specific, a 'pants hunt'. Though, Sirius dreaded to think where his undergarments had been placed around the castle. He turned back to the boys, Lily and Anna, who were chuckling at him.
"How can a girl that hot be so damn evil?" Sirius demanded.
"All girls have an evil side to them, Sirius. We're just waiting until you guys piss us off so that side can come out. Violently," Lily explained. Anna nodded along in agreement.
"So, Lily. How are you feeling today?" Sirius asked all of sudden, oddly caring. Lily was surprised by his kindness and was about to answer and explain the poisoned drink that had nearly destroyed her insides, but Sirius had already started speaking again.
"Fine. Cool," Sirius answered for her, and Lily narrowed her eyes as he'd answered for her. "Enough of you anyway, I have something more exciting to show you!" Lily huffed as Sirius started digging into his trousers, which were actually James', looking for the object. He made a sound of triumph as he displayed an empty flask to the others on the table. It seemed like nothing special, and plus, it smelled extremely bad.
"Oh, that reeks!" Lily blocked her nose.
"What exactly was in there?" Remus asked dreadfully as he looked at the empty flask from afar. He mentally prepared himself for the answer to come.
"Peter's pee."
The fifth years, excluding Sirius the 'piss-collector', suddenly jumped up from table away from the flask in utter horror. Lily pressed a hand to her mouth and tried to keep herself from puking on top of a fellow students head. Sirius animatedly jiggled the flask in front of her face.
"Get that thing away from me!" Lily shrieked.
"Knock it off, Sirius!" James said batting his hand away, which unluckily lead to his hand accidentally touching the flask. James screamed, grabbed a cup of water from the breakfast table and tipped it over his hand which he thought was suddenly contaminated. Well, you never know what harmful acids could be in Peter's pee.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Anna asked, covering her mouth.
"Sirius, are you on drugs?" Remus asked seriously, afraid of the poor boys sanity; or lack of. "How did you even get his urine?"
"I didn't drain it from him or anything," Sirius argued. Lily felt herself retching. "Remember he wet himself after the match? I simply scooped it up." The others gaped at him.
"But why?" James asked hysterically.
"Pranking purpose only, Prongs," Sirius explained. James slightly calmed at this news. Sirius was a insane, but not completely, although he was on the verge.
"Wait a minute…you didn't?" Remus said, remembering back to the bet he thought Sirius had been joking about.
"Yes, I did." Sirius said triumphantly.
The girls, and James, followed Sirius' and Remus' gaze to a scowling-as-always-Snape who had recovered from the hospital wing and was sitting alone at the Slytherin breakfast table, drinking his pumpkin juice impassively.
"You put it Snape's drink?" James guessed, ecstatically beaming. Sirius simply licked his finger with his tongue, then pressed the finger to his chest making a sizzling sound. They watched as Snape sipped his drink without a care in the world; he'd obviously hadn't noticed the new flavour of pumpkin juice. An eager Sirius and James, and a following disgruntled Lily and Remus, walked over to where Snape was sitting at.
"Hey, Snivellus," Sirius called. The pale faced boy glared at him in return.
"What do you want, Black? To show me your distastefully decorated underpants? Because I'd rather not gaze upon them," Snape remarked. Sirius slightly reddened.
"You know, I knew you liked taking the piss, but not literally," James commented, and watched Snape drink another gulp of his pumpkin juice.
"Excuse me?" Snape was rather aggravated by their appearance. "Could you dirty Gryffindors get away from my sight? Especially you, mudblood. You're putting me off my breakfast."
James clenched his fists at the insult of 'mudblood'.
"I can't tell if you're angry or pleased, Snivellus. Maybe its because the lack of eyebrows," Sirius smirked.
The group looked to his greasy head and realised that indeed Snape had no 'furry caterpillars' above his eyes. James and the others instantly started laughing. "It's hard to tell your facial expression," Sirius added.
"That's what you were doing to him in the hospital wing," Remus realised, and Sirius nodded.
"What?" Snape confusedly, and furious. Quickly, he picked up a spoon from the table and gaped at his reflection of his bald forehead.
"Bloody hell, Snivellus. You shouldn't get that much of shock when you look at yourself. I thought you would've gotten used to it by now. I'm surprised that spoon didn't break or fling out of your hand to get away from your ugly face." James remarked, then took on a serious face. "I swear, Snape, if you ever call Lily that disgusting name ever again, I'll break every bone in your body." He warned, tugging Snape forwards by the collar.
"Get your filthy hands off me," Snape snapped.
Lily tried to pull James off Snape, but her problem was solved when an unhappy Professor Mcgonagall had walked swiftly up to the Slytherin table.
"What is going on here?" Mcgonagall demanded, looking at James intently as he released Snape in an instant. Snape had gotten even more annoyed at another Gryffindors presence, even if she was a professor and saved him from getting a hiding. "Get to your lesson first lesson, Mr. Snape."
Snape scowled in response, pushing past the group. Once Snape had left, she looked at James disappointedly.
"Potter, please try not to make me take any more house points away from Gryffindor," Mcgonagall pleaded. "We have how many left?" She asked the Gryffindors.
"Around minus a hundred and eighty six." James remembered Dumbledore had rewarded him points this morning.
"Oh, no we haven't. I got ten took off me on the way here for helping Peeve's with his spit balls at the first years," Sirius explained. Professor Mcgonagall pressed her fingers to the temples of her head.
"Get to class." Mcgonagall whispered furiously. The group backed away and made in to a run as they exited the hall, each of them trying to keep their eyes off Sirius who was running with no underwear underneath: not a pretty sight. James highly hoped that Sirius would not get turned on at any point of today, then realised that Sirius got turned on by anything, possibly even the angry Professor.
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"Let me get this straight; some stranger came into the hospital wing and poisoned your drink?" Anna said slowly.
"Exactly," Lily replied.
The group were now sitting in potions class, chatting as they waited for Professor Mansell to turn up to class. She was unusually late and there were now four marauders as Peter had returned from the Hospital wing. He was purely confused by what had happened and pitifully nobody bothered to explain to him.
"Is it me or does potions seem to be the only class we ever have?" Sirius spoke out loud. The others ignored him.
"Can I borrow your pants, Wormtail?" Sirius asked as he shifted in his seat. Peter looked at him with puzzlement.
"Erm…I'm kind of using them right now," Peter said uncertainly.
"Peter! I'll give you a wedgie-"
"Leave him alone, Sirius," Remus butted in.
"So, who do you think is trying to kill you?" Anna asked casually. Lily frowned at her friend, offended at how she'd put the question and how calm it sounded. "I mean, I'll find out and put them on arse-kicking list," she rectified.
"I've got one guess on who it is. Their surname begins with an 'M' and their first name starts with an 'L'," James enlightened, scowling at Malfoy who was laughing as he shot sparks out of his wand at his goons who were dancing stupidly and tap-danced for his entertainment.
"What? You mean Leila Wilson? But she wouldn't hurt-"
"I'm talking about Malfoy, Sirius," James sighed. Sirius made an understanding "oooooh".
"James, you can't blame Malfoy for all your problems," Remus said, and winced as James looked infuriated.
"He's behind all my bloody problems!" James argued.
"Remus is right," Lily agreed, "We haven't got any proof. He's innocent."
"Innocent until proven guilty," James said.
Sirius and Remus both noticed the way James was acting and how he was suddenly protective over Lily. Sirius was about tease James hilariously about the veritaserum moment and his true feelings he felt for the red head, but Remus had clamped a hand firmly over his mouth.
"Mhunny, gut uff!" Sirius mumbled. Remus detached his hand as he felt saliva and tongue lick his palm. "What are you trying to do, suffocate me?"
"Wishful thinking..." Remus muttered as he wiped his wet hand on Peter's shirt. "I was just trying to save you from saying something that you will regret, get beaten up and also ruin lives for."
"I was just going to say, that I've already got Malfoy sorted with," Sirius said priggishly.
"What have you done now?" Lily asked, but Sirius could not answer her question as Professor Mansell had swiftly entered the classroom, looking highly wrathful. She slammed the classroom door shut with a furious flick of her wand and strode to the front of class.
"Back to your seats!" She screamed at the students who'd been hovering around the room in their gossiping packs. James and Lily sat on a desk of their own in front of the others.
"I. Am Not. Amused," the professor announced.
"Could've fooled me..." Anna muttered sarcastically, but cowered when the woman glared at her.
"After the quidditch match yesterday, I discovered something simply stupefying," Professor Mansell explained to the class. James and Remus shot a furtive, suspicious look at Sirius who was smiling, slightly manically as the professor spoke. The boys both looked away when Sirius was scratching his crotch, which he thought he was doing in secret.
"I discovered that my private stores had been meddled with. And somebody had stolen a bottle of veritaserum," the professor carried on, cross.
James immediately looked at Remus and Sirius who's heads were hung down low and appeared to be examining the fascinating knots in the wooden desks. Lily peeked a curious look at James who simply shrugged his shoulders.
"I am aware of who that delinquent is," the professor notified. James and Remus who until now been severely on edge, were now casting neurotic, widening eyes at Sirius who still seemed cool as he sat on his stool calmly, even tapping his fingers on the desk with boredom. Remus was extremely tempted to kick Sirius' stool from under him to wake the fool up from the dream land he seemed to be in.
"I found evidence left at the crime scene, telling me who the thief is." t
The class looked at one another, trying to guess who the thief was. Remus definitely seemed the most suspicious as his leg jerked uneasily out of control, and Peter followed close behind because he looked constantly apprehensive and fidgety.
"I found a blonde hair," Professor Mansell spoke menacingly.
Everyone's heads suddenly turned to Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy looked around the class frantically.
"Why am I the only blonde in this room?" Malfoy demanded. Professor Mansell came up his him and slammed her hands down on his desk where he jumped in alarm. The marauders sniggered at his uneasiness.
"Mister Malfoy, I know you took the veritaserum."
"What?" Malfoy shouted furiously. "I didn't take your stupid potion. How do you even know if that was my hair?"
"I used a spell and the results proved that the hair definitely belongs to you," Mansell said venomously. James and Remus were in complete awe; they didn't know exactly Sirius set up Malfoy but all they knew was that he was very sly, in fact, it was frightening.
"So you think I stole it based on one blonde hair? That's absurd!" Malfoy argued.
"No, boy. Of course, there is more evidence."
The wiggled their brows at Sirius; what more could the devious guy have done?
"The note you wrote, Malfo,." Professor Mansell thought she was reminding him.
Malfoy looked back at her blankly.
"What note?" he questioned, quite boisterous. The professor breathed a sigh of anger and revealed the note from her desk which flew over to hand by swishing her wand.
"This note. The note admitting your larceny and also some very indecent remarks that did not need to be mentioned. Surely you remember." She waved the note in front of his eyes.
"I think Malfoy should read the note out loud, Professor Mansell!" Sirius suggested loudly. She looked at him inquisitively, then nodded, agreeing.
"That is an unusually good idea, Black."
The class gasped at the words of the professor complying with a student, especially since it was Sirius Black. Professor Mansell handed the note to the peeved Malfoy.
"Loud and clearly so everyone can hear you."
Malfoy gulped nervously, dreading the words he would have to read.
"I, Lucius Malfoy," he began as he read the note, "stole the veritaserum," he said icily.
"Carry on," the professor beckoned. Malfoy continued reading.
"I am a RETARD?" Malfoy read out loud furiously as the Gryffindors laughed. "I also think Sirius Black is a SEX GOD?" he screamed in horror. The marauders were laughing hysterically along with the rest of the class, even the Slytherins, much to Malfoy's annoyance. Sirius had his arms around his head as he leaned back in his stool so arrogantly.
"I didn't write this effing note! I DO NOT think Sirius Black is a sex god!" Malfoy defended himself loudly.
"That's not what you were saying last night, Luscious Lucius," Sirius joked from across the classroom.
"SHUT IT, BLACK!" Malfoy yelled.
"Make me," Siruis growled seductively. Malfoy erupted.
"Can't you this a set up, Professor? Black did it! Can't you see?" Malfoy told her.
"All I see is evidence pointing to you. Do not blame other members of this classroom for your foolish actions,"
"WHAT? This is complete bullshit!" He shouted. The pupils made a theatrical 'ooohh' at his words. Malfoy bit his lip regrettably.
"MR. MALFOY! I am disgusted with your behaviour and language! Twenty points from Slytherin. You will also be serving a month's detention for your thieving."
"A month!"
"Yes, unless you return the veritaserum to me," Professor Mansell compromised. Malfoy groaned. However, Sirius and the boys were delighted; Malfoy had no veritaserum to return to her to get out of the detention.
"I haven't got it," Malfoy mumbled moodily.
"Then detention will be your punishment. I know just the thing to discipline you. I hear Professor Lerangis has still not found the nifflers and needs help-"
"NO!" Malfoy begged. The marauders and girls were ecstatic; Malfoy having to spend more time with the nifflers was great news to their ears. Detention with the nifflers would lead to Malfoy's death and then everyone would be happy and laugh at his funeral.
"Please, professor! I'm begging you! Make me clean cauldrons, anything! Don't send me back into the forest with them!" He'd even resulted in kneeling on the floor, tugging at the professor's robes as he begged pitifully. He had no pride when it involved hell with the nifflers.
"No, my decision is final. You will go to your detention starting from tonight,." the professor made clear. Malfoy took his seat on his stool, on the verge of tears as his goons looked at him with confusion.
"You're so evil, Sirius," Peter whispered in awe.
"I know," he arrogantly agreed. "Now, seriously, gimme your pants." He tried unbuckling Peter's trousers, whilst Remus tried stopping him as he pulled violently on Sirius's 'sexy' hair, as only Sirius described it.