Mischief Managed: Ch. 3

What happens when your boyfriend's 'spare bit of parchment' takes you and your arch-nemesis twenty years back in time? With the Marauders involved, things can get pretty interesting. ..

While Snape was still overcoming his personal demons, the four teenagers were enjoying their fantastic seats, generously provided by Kingsley Shacklebolt and the Auror Office.

"Do you think anyone will take those other seats, Harry?" Ginny motioned at the four empty ones at the end of the row, "—maybe we could—you know—have some privacy."

"Harry!" Ron said suddenly, "—I think its time to get some drinks, don't you?"

The two boys jumped up quite hurriedly, both feeling more than a bit awkward. They were not surprised, however, to find half of the Hogwarts student body at the refreshment stand.

"Well, well, well—" a familiar voice drawled, "look who it is—famous Harry Potter and Prefect Weaselby—"

"Shove off Malfoy!" Ron snapped back at the sneering blonde, who would always remain a bouncing ferret in his mind.

"What did your family have to sell to afford Weird Sisters' tickets, Weasley? Their house, your sister—"

It took all of Harry's strength and self-control to hold back both Ron and himself.

"Hey Malfoy—" Harry glared at his nemesis, "—why don't you run along and join your Dad's lot at Death Eater's Training Camp—then while you're at it—drop me a line from Azkaban in a few years."

"Nah, don't bother to keep in touch," Ron added with a final smirk, enjoying the look of shock and disgust on Malfoy's annoyingly acne-free face.

The boys temporarily enjoyed their moment of triumph—feeling on top of the world—however, their perfect night was shattered in a matter of seconds—well, chaperoned that is. ..

"REMUS!" the two boys' faces dropped as they saw their former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher standing between the girls.

The esteemed professor shook his head in disapproval at his wayward former pupils.

"Ron Weasley, your mother literally almost kicked the bucket when she found out you four were here by yourselves."

"So she sent you here to baby-sit?" Harry said accusingly, thoroughly annoyed.

"Well, not just me—" Remus gave him a half smile as they heard another familiar voice making her way through the crowd.

Nymphadora Tonks was blonde for the evening; she had a large funnel cake in one hand and a firewhiskey sour in the other and was not having great success moving through the crowd.

"Wotcher Rem—my hands are full and I've spilt most of your drink by now!"

Even Harry and Ron had to laugh at their antics, as it was common knowledge around the Order that Lupin and Tonks fancied one another—something they both firmly denied.

As the six of them took their seats, another couple entered the packed stadium, searching for their places.

Severus was ready to have a good time—really, the fates were cruel—making him run into Potter of all people—honestly-it COULD have been a Slytherin student, but NO!

Oh well, he thought to himself, dinner had gone fairly smoothly—at least he wouldn't have to talk much the rest of the evening. There would be no more children, no pesky memories, no—

"POTTER?" Snape gasped with a look of sheer horror on his face—this could not be happening.

"Hello Remus," Satine reached to shake hands with one Remus Lupin, not Severus' favorite person—eh—werewolf in the world.

"I guess these seats are yours then," the Metamorphagus Auror said graciously, gesturing to the two remaining at the end of the row. Severus felt the urge to vomit at her niceness—she was Black's cousin after all—nice people didn't come out of that family.

He was still trying to stammer a response as the lights went dim. The noise was about to begin.

And it was noise—noise—noise—at least Satine seemed to be enjoying herself—and Lupin too, Severus noted with amusement. If he wasn't mistaken, Lupin would be enjoying a nice shag as soon as that young Auror got him alone.

Severus sank back into his chair, shaking his freshly washed head at the scene around him. Short skirts, leather pants, what next? And as the music grew louder—the children went wilder—the Weasley girl was kissing Potter—directly in front of him—a teacher!

He wasn't going to be able to eat anything for weeks. For the love of Merlin, she was unbuttoning her shirt now—that was too much—he wouldn't allow it.

"Miss Weasley, you will put some clothes on immediately," he snapped.

Perhaps Ginny didn't hear him, or perhaps she simply didn't listen—whatever the case—the dirty dancing did not cease. In any case, Severus had never actually listened to a Weird Sisters record—so there was no way for him to determine a good time to chastise the Weasley girl. He only knew one thing—his fifteen-year-old student was dangerously close to performing a striptease for 100,000 people—and he didn't like it.

"MISS WEASLEY, ARE YOU BLOODY WELL INCAPABLE OF KEEPING YOUR SHIRT ON!"

Coincidentally, his outburst occurred as the Sisters finished their smash hit, "Muggle Girls Are Slaves for Me."

As the eyes of 100,000 people bore down on Severus, he, and perhaps Ginny as well, wanted to sink into his seat and never come out again. At that moment, Severus Snape made a vow never again to attend a teen concert.