The last two nights of the full moon Harry taught Remus how to properly
defend himself in his werewolf form. It was tiring, but better than just
sitting around doing nothing.
Harry dodged as Remus ran at him; he was a smaller werewolf so it was easy to get out of the way.
He took a lunge at Remus and hit him on the shoulder, hard. (Don't worry; they don't get rid of all their animal instincts. The potion Harry made is really for emergencies when the wolfsbane potion is forgotten.)
Remus rolled over on the floor, rolling his shoulder to get the knots out of it.
'You can't afford to lose concentration.' Harry warned. He didn't attack though. 'Maybe you should go to sleep, the full moon ends in the morning and we'll both be looking pretty shit. Lucky there'll be a weekend.' Harry grinned, a rather wolfish grin. (No pun intended)
So, Harry and Remus spent the next six hours sleeping in the Shrieking Shack, all better when they woke up in their own humanly forms in the morning.
Harry got out of the Shack though, before Remus got up, since he didn't have his cloak. It seemed people liked to sleep in on weekends. Harry didn't run into anyone on his way, well, he did have to dodge the Marauders and duck out of the way, but he went unnoticed being as smallish as he was, even in the mood he was in...
~*~
Sirius was knocked out of his sleep when the doors to his and Harry's office burst open and a tiredish looking Harry came stumbling in. He seemed fairly composed though.
"G'Day Sirius." Harry said, acting his Australian part. "What's doing?"
"Not much." Sirius said looking at his godson. "Did you, uh, tell Remus about the side affects to that Potion?"
"Haha! No!" Harry laughed. OK, they were definitely starting to kick in. Lucky it was a weekend and Harry could hide out, if Sirius could restrain him.
"Harry! He needs to know if he'll be high for the next twenty four hours!" Sirius said. "Here, I'll go and find him and the other's, you stay here, we don't need speedy Gonzalez on the lose!"
Sirius shook his head as his godson jovially put on a hood. It was still rather disconcerting to see Harry all scarred; only a year or two ago he had been scar less. But Sirius wouldn't think about what happened.
He found Remus walking up the Great Marble staircase with the Marauders while Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore headed towards the hospital wing.
He could hear a snippet of their conversation, though he probably already knew it somewhere in his memory.
"So why exactly wouldn't you let us come?! And who was that other one-eyed wolf with you?" He could hear himself demanding.
"Ooooh, no reason. Yeah actually, the other dude was the reason!" He said, very energetically. "The other dude? He was just some guy from Hogsmeade."
"Are you OK Moony? You seem very. jovial?" James asked worriedly.
"Mr. Lupin!"
Remus turned around to face Sirius. "Yes sir?" He asked, saluting him.
"Uh, please come here for a moment. Mr. Pettigrew, Potter and Black, please continue to your dorms."
Remus looked rather concerned, as though he was going to be in trouble and once he reached Sirius after the grumbling Marauders left he started talking at a hundred miles for hours. His best friend from the future could understand a word he said!
"Remus, shut up." Remus shut up. "Good. Now I have to tell you about the side affects from that Potion you took. You'll be feeling a little high, so lie low today, Harry will probably be trashing the room's right now." He added.
Remus visibly relaxed. "Oooh wow!" He said ecstatically. "So this is what it's like to be high! The Muggle teens are always going on about Highs. See you." He bounded back up the stairs and Sirius shook his head before turning around.
"Shish Harry, you've got him addicted," he murmured to no one in particular.
~*~
In truth. The Marauders were worried about their other marauding friend. Remus had been acting really strange all day. He said that it was just from a Potion one of the 'teachers' gave him. And for reasons unknown, he emphasized the word 'teacher'.
"Remus calm down!" James finally yelled. They were in the Common Room after dinner and Remus was jumping around, totally undignified, and definitely not Prefect status. Remus and James were the Gryffindor boy prefects. Evans and Arabella were the girl Gryffindor prefects.
"Oh but Jamesie, it's not my fault, I think the teacher did something to me." He gurgled in his throat and started to giggle.
But then, amazingly, it all subsided and he clutched at his head with a look of pure confusion on his face.
"Err. Ow. What happened?" He asked looking up at James, Sirius and Peter from his place on the floor.
"You don't remember?" Sirius asked disbelievingly. "You've been acting like a nut all day!"
"Yeah. You said one of the Teachers gave you a Potion that made you feel like you were on a Muggle drug!" James agreed.
Peter squeaked.
Remus fainted.
Sirius snorted.
James gaped.
The Marauders looked very odd.
~*~
"Look Harry. Now that you've decided to calm down you can help me clean the room." Sirius said looking at his godson sternly. Harry hadn't taken the Potion as bad as Remus had, but he'd decided to have some fun anyway and trash the place, now he wished he hadn't.
He didn't have a headache like Remus, and if he concentrated enough he could keep himself calm.
"Alright." He huffed, being completely fine again.
He started picking up the books, righting the upturned couch, and started repairing the couch with a needle when he realized Sirius just watching him from the corner with a small smirk on his face.
"What?" He demanded. "Are you going to help?"
"Are you a wizard Harry?" He asked in a genuinely curious voice.
"Yes. What on earth are you o- OH!" Harry waved his hand and the room slowly started to right itself.
After about five minutes everything was back in place. "Happy now?" Harry smirked.
"Quite. Now I'm off to bed." Sirius said. He knew Harry would sleep the whole day tomorrow, and that always bugged Harry. "You should too. You're not old enough to stay up to late." Sirius smirked.
Harry growled. "Fine." He went to bed.
Sirius laughed lightly and went to his own room before sleeping as well.
~*~
"Alright everyone settle down!" Sirius said. The first years class was very excited for some reason that bright Monday morning. "Good. Now can you all take out you Text Books?"
They did so.
~*~
"We have defense next." Sirius whispered to James, they were in divination. "I like Professor Reid. He seems familiar though."
"Mmm. he does. And so does Prof-Harry." James agreed.
"Yes. They do don't they?" Remus agreed.
"Yup."
Remus, Sirius and James' attention was drawn to the front when their divination teacher from last year spoke in a harsh voice, unnaturally harsh.
"Beware of the Dark Lord's servants, servants unseen by any from this time, they are here to destroy, here to kill, the flower and the stag. Be aware, they are drawing closer, unwilling to let their master be brought down by the Defense teacher." She trailed off and slumped in her chair, before regaining conciousness and going on with the class again. But no one was listening. James felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle. Their defense teacher? Which one? Death Eaters. but no one from this TIME has seen the likes of them. this time. Flower. Flower and. THE FLOWER AND THE STAG! No. It couldn't be him, why would anyone be after him? James Potter, of all people?
The three Marauders numbly made their way to the Defense classroom. Peter caught up with them from his Muggle studies class and Sirius quietly explained what happened. The question was, was it a real prediction.
Professor Reid was the only one in the classroom, and James noticed that Remus looked a bit worried at the realization, as though they were friends or something.
"Is something wrong?" Professor Reid asked. It was quite obvious that half the class was rather. preoccupied.
The class jumped when they heard a shriek from one of the back doors.
"PROFESSOR REID YOU LITTLE! WHY I OUGHTA."
Out came Harry. He was dressed in Dark emerald green pajamas, there was a hood on them but it was the first time anyone really got a look at him. It appeared it wasn't only his hands that had scars. His neck looked like it had been slit in more places than one, there was a scar just underneath his chin, an unhealed cut on his nose, which wasn't quite shadowed. James could just make out a little bit of a scar going halfway down one cheek, and another on his left jawbone. His shoulder length black hair half covered it though.
"Sorry Harry, but you were tired, those business trips to Australia always seem to drain you, so I just left you there."
Harry didn't seem to notice the class and he went on ranting, the wide eyed class watching.
"Holy Bajesus Snuffles! You really annoy me. Why didn't you wake me up? I have classes to teach! You do realize that don't you?" Harry trailed off when he noticed the class. "Oh dear." He muttered and fled into the back room.
"Sorry about that, my little apprentice doesn't seem to happy with me." Professor Reid trailed off and smiled at the class, none of them were smiling though, they were all staring at the place Harry had just been moments ago, in horror.
"W-what happened to him?" James asked. That cut across the nose seemed familiar for some reason.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry."
Remus was visibly shaking behind him, a look of disbelief etched into his features. Harry came back out again, cloaked heavily in the stuffy heat, and whispered something to Professor Reid before he quickly left the room.
"Alright, back to the lesson."
James suddenly felt a need to see Dumbledore, tell him about Trelawney's prediction.
"Sir?" James raised his hand hesitantly.
"Yes Mr. Potter?"
"I think I need to see Dumbledore."
"Are you OK?"
"Yes." James said. "But I have to talk to him, quickly."
"Alright. Off you go, here's a note."
Professor Reid wrote a quick note in a seemingly familiar scrawl and James left for the office.
~*~
"Professor Dumbledore, I think there are some of the Death Eaters close, or they're planning." Harry said seriously.
"Really? How do you know?"
"My scars are mainly curse scars, from countless yours under the Crucio and that sort of thing, and a couple of them are starting to sting a little." Harry explained, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Dumbledore called over Harry's shoulder, he quickly put on his eye patch, expecting it to be a teacher. He was startled when James Potter walked in. He stopped when he saw Harry.
"W-what happened t-to you?" He asked uncertainly.
"Nothing to worry about."
"But, it looks like you've had your throat slit and everything." James said, wide-eyed.
"So I have." Harry trailed off.
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That chapter wasn't really up to scratch, was it? Sorry if you didn't like it, but I'm not perfect. Hehe. I think it was longer than the last chapter though, and things are finally starting to happen.
Thanks to all those who reviewed, but I'm not ganna name ya's this chapter. Cant be bovered.
Harry dodged as Remus ran at him; he was a smaller werewolf so it was easy to get out of the way.
He took a lunge at Remus and hit him on the shoulder, hard. (Don't worry; they don't get rid of all their animal instincts. The potion Harry made is really for emergencies when the wolfsbane potion is forgotten.)
Remus rolled over on the floor, rolling his shoulder to get the knots out of it.
'You can't afford to lose concentration.' Harry warned. He didn't attack though. 'Maybe you should go to sleep, the full moon ends in the morning and we'll both be looking pretty shit. Lucky there'll be a weekend.' Harry grinned, a rather wolfish grin. (No pun intended)
So, Harry and Remus spent the next six hours sleeping in the Shrieking Shack, all better when they woke up in their own humanly forms in the morning.
Harry got out of the Shack though, before Remus got up, since he didn't have his cloak. It seemed people liked to sleep in on weekends. Harry didn't run into anyone on his way, well, he did have to dodge the Marauders and duck out of the way, but he went unnoticed being as smallish as he was, even in the mood he was in...
~*~
Sirius was knocked out of his sleep when the doors to his and Harry's office burst open and a tiredish looking Harry came stumbling in. He seemed fairly composed though.
"G'Day Sirius." Harry said, acting his Australian part. "What's doing?"
"Not much." Sirius said looking at his godson. "Did you, uh, tell Remus about the side affects to that Potion?"
"Haha! No!" Harry laughed. OK, they were definitely starting to kick in. Lucky it was a weekend and Harry could hide out, if Sirius could restrain him.
"Harry! He needs to know if he'll be high for the next twenty four hours!" Sirius said. "Here, I'll go and find him and the other's, you stay here, we don't need speedy Gonzalez on the lose!"
Sirius shook his head as his godson jovially put on a hood. It was still rather disconcerting to see Harry all scarred; only a year or two ago he had been scar less. But Sirius wouldn't think about what happened.
He found Remus walking up the Great Marble staircase with the Marauders while Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore headed towards the hospital wing.
He could hear a snippet of their conversation, though he probably already knew it somewhere in his memory.
"So why exactly wouldn't you let us come?! And who was that other one-eyed wolf with you?" He could hear himself demanding.
"Ooooh, no reason. Yeah actually, the other dude was the reason!" He said, very energetically. "The other dude? He was just some guy from Hogsmeade."
"Are you OK Moony? You seem very. jovial?" James asked worriedly.
"Mr. Lupin!"
Remus turned around to face Sirius. "Yes sir?" He asked, saluting him.
"Uh, please come here for a moment. Mr. Pettigrew, Potter and Black, please continue to your dorms."
Remus looked rather concerned, as though he was going to be in trouble and once he reached Sirius after the grumbling Marauders left he started talking at a hundred miles for hours. His best friend from the future could understand a word he said!
"Remus, shut up." Remus shut up. "Good. Now I have to tell you about the side affects from that Potion you took. You'll be feeling a little high, so lie low today, Harry will probably be trashing the room's right now." He added.
Remus visibly relaxed. "Oooh wow!" He said ecstatically. "So this is what it's like to be high! The Muggle teens are always going on about Highs. See you." He bounded back up the stairs and Sirius shook his head before turning around.
"Shish Harry, you've got him addicted," he murmured to no one in particular.
~*~
In truth. The Marauders were worried about their other marauding friend. Remus had been acting really strange all day. He said that it was just from a Potion one of the 'teachers' gave him. And for reasons unknown, he emphasized the word 'teacher'.
"Remus calm down!" James finally yelled. They were in the Common Room after dinner and Remus was jumping around, totally undignified, and definitely not Prefect status. Remus and James were the Gryffindor boy prefects. Evans and Arabella were the girl Gryffindor prefects.
"Oh but Jamesie, it's not my fault, I think the teacher did something to me." He gurgled in his throat and started to giggle.
But then, amazingly, it all subsided and he clutched at his head with a look of pure confusion on his face.
"Err. Ow. What happened?" He asked looking up at James, Sirius and Peter from his place on the floor.
"You don't remember?" Sirius asked disbelievingly. "You've been acting like a nut all day!"
"Yeah. You said one of the Teachers gave you a Potion that made you feel like you were on a Muggle drug!" James agreed.
Peter squeaked.
Remus fainted.
Sirius snorted.
James gaped.
The Marauders looked very odd.
~*~
"Look Harry. Now that you've decided to calm down you can help me clean the room." Sirius said looking at his godson sternly. Harry hadn't taken the Potion as bad as Remus had, but he'd decided to have some fun anyway and trash the place, now he wished he hadn't.
He didn't have a headache like Remus, and if he concentrated enough he could keep himself calm.
"Alright." He huffed, being completely fine again.
He started picking up the books, righting the upturned couch, and started repairing the couch with a needle when he realized Sirius just watching him from the corner with a small smirk on his face.
"What?" He demanded. "Are you going to help?"
"Are you a wizard Harry?" He asked in a genuinely curious voice.
"Yes. What on earth are you o- OH!" Harry waved his hand and the room slowly started to right itself.
After about five minutes everything was back in place. "Happy now?" Harry smirked.
"Quite. Now I'm off to bed." Sirius said. He knew Harry would sleep the whole day tomorrow, and that always bugged Harry. "You should too. You're not old enough to stay up to late." Sirius smirked.
Harry growled. "Fine." He went to bed.
Sirius laughed lightly and went to his own room before sleeping as well.
~*~
"Alright everyone settle down!" Sirius said. The first years class was very excited for some reason that bright Monday morning. "Good. Now can you all take out you Text Books?"
They did so.
~*~
"We have defense next." Sirius whispered to James, they were in divination. "I like Professor Reid. He seems familiar though."
"Mmm. he does. And so does Prof-Harry." James agreed.
"Yes. They do don't they?" Remus agreed.
"Yup."
Remus, Sirius and James' attention was drawn to the front when their divination teacher from last year spoke in a harsh voice, unnaturally harsh.
"Beware of the Dark Lord's servants, servants unseen by any from this time, they are here to destroy, here to kill, the flower and the stag. Be aware, they are drawing closer, unwilling to let their master be brought down by the Defense teacher." She trailed off and slumped in her chair, before regaining conciousness and going on with the class again. But no one was listening. James felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle. Their defense teacher? Which one? Death Eaters. but no one from this TIME has seen the likes of them. this time. Flower. Flower and. THE FLOWER AND THE STAG! No. It couldn't be him, why would anyone be after him? James Potter, of all people?
The three Marauders numbly made their way to the Defense classroom. Peter caught up with them from his Muggle studies class and Sirius quietly explained what happened. The question was, was it a real prediction.
Professor Reid was the only one in the classroom, and James noticed that Remus looked a bit worried at the realization, as though they were friends or something.
"Is something wrong?" Professor Reid asked. It was quite obvious that half the class was rather. preoccupied.
The class jumped when they heard a shriek from one of the back doors.
"PROFESSOR REID YOU LITTLE! WHY I OUGHTA."
Out came Harry. He was dressed in Dark emerald green pajamas, there was a hood on them but it was the first time anyone really got a look at him. It appeared it wasn't only his hands that had scars. His neck looked like it had been slit in more places than one, there was a scar just underneath his chin, an unhealed cut on his nose, which wasn't quite shadowed. James could just make out a little bit of a scar going halfway down one cheek, and another on his left jawbone. His shoulder length black hair half covered it though.
"Sorry Harry, but you were tired, those business trips to Australia always seem to drain you, so I just left you there."
Harry didn't seem to notice the class and he went on ranting, the wide eyed class watching.
"Holy Bajesus Snuffles! You really annoy me. Why didn't you wake me up? I have classes to teach! You do realize that don't you?" Harry trailed off when he noticed the class. "Oh dear." He muttered and fled into the back room.
"Sorry about that, my little apprentice doesn't seem to happy with me." Professor Reid trailed off and smiled at the class, none of them were smiling though, they were all staring at the place Harry had just been moments ago, in horror.
"W-what happened to him?" James asked. That cut across the nose seemed familiar for some reason.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry."
Remus was visibly shaking behind him, a look of disbelief etched into his features. Harry came back out again, cloaked heavily in the stuffy heat, and whispered something to Professor Reid before he quickly left the room.
"Alright, back to the lesson."
James suddenly felt a need to see Dumbledore, tell him about Trelawney's prediction.
"Sir?" James raised his hand hesitantly.
"Yes Mr. Potter?"
"I think I need to see Dumbledore."
"Are you OK?"
"Yes." James said. "But I have to talk to him, quickly."
"Alright. Off you go, here's a note."
Professor Reid wrote a quick note in a seemingly familiar scrawl and James left for the office.
~*~
"Professor Dumbledore, I think there are some of the Death Eaters close, or they're planning." Harry said seriously.
"Really? How do you know?"
"My scars are mainly curse scars, from countless yours under the Crucio and that sort of thing, and a couple of them are starting to sting a little." Harry explained, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Dumbledore called over Harry's shoulder, he quickly put on his eye patch, expecting it to be a teacher. He was startled when James Potter walked in. He stopped when he saw Harry.
"W-what happened t-to you?" He asked uncertainly.
"Nothing to worry about."
"But, it looks like you've had your throat slit and everything." James said, wide-eyed.
"So I have." Harry trailed off.
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That chapter wasn't really up to scratch, was it? Sorry if you didn't like it, but I'm not perfect. Hehe. I think it was longer than the last chapter though, and things are finally starting to happen.
Thanks to all those who reviewed, but I'm not ganna name ya's this chapter. Cant be bovered.