Author's note: Reviewed chapter 4, the power of Lily.
The taste of victory soon wore off, and as much as they tried to prolong it, it did not last. Very soon, things at Hogwarts were getting boring once again, but what they did not know was that "fun" would manifest itself in a different way.
"Hey, heard of it yet?" Gwendoline hit Sirius' back in the Great Hall, causing Sirius, who had just taken a mouthful of pumpkin juice to sputter everything out in the most unseemly way. Sirius then picked up a napkin to wipe the pumpkin juice off in a vain attempt to regain some form of composure while James, who had witness the whole scene with amused eyes, then asked, "Heard about?"
"Oh, you haven't? I would have expected you to have known, you of all people." Her voice lowered into a mumble. "Never mind then, you will see it anyway." She then said in that crystal clear voice of hers, meeting annoyed looks of James and Sirius'. "Where's Remus?" She asked when she noticed that the usual quiet boy was even more silent, not being in his usual seat, right next to the two of them at all.
"Last I heard, he went to visit his ailing mother." James replied casually.
"Mmm, gwot gis ghapponing gator? (Yeah, what is happening later?" With his mouth stuffed with food, all that sounded like, was a disgruntled grunt.
"Gwen! We need to get our stuff for Trans!" Came a shout that was from the other end of the hall.
"Coming!" She shouted in reply, turned to the two and bided them goodbye, then gave them a wink and a knowing look that infuriated them.
"Why does she know something that WE don't?" James voiced out the thought that both shared.
"Well, we can wait to find out or." Sirius gave his what will be later known be as his infamous evil glint.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" James replied with an evil glint of his own, catching up very quickly.
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"Hey! Tenire, right? The twin brother of, uh, Sollery?" Sirius asked as he grabbed the first first-year Gryffindor that walked past.
"Uh, yes." Fear could be heard, and seen as he tries to put distance between Sirius and himself as much as possible, though limited by Sirius' hand on his robes.
"I'm not going to eat you, don't worry, you're too skinny anyway." Sirius started reassuring him, though could not but helped, teased him a little.
"All I want to do though is to ask a question. What exactly is happening later?"
"What? You don't know? You're kidding me." Fear seeped away with the realization.
"Why the hell would I be asking if I knew? Would you please not point out the obvious?" Sirius' irritated reply was accompanied by a menacing look.
"Oh, but if you don't know, it means you are not supposed to know until it happens!"
"Oh, really?" Sirius' face contorted into fury.
"Uh, uh, uh, yah. We're under an oath of silence." Fear was once again upon his face. (Sirius is scary.-.-'')
"Let him go, lessons starting soon, he needs to get his books, and so do we." James then casually said to Sirius, he could not bear to see the boy who was though the same age as Sirius, was of a smaller size, and it seemed as if he was being terrorized.
"Okay, one last question, when is it going to happen?" Sirius answered James and returned his attention to Tenire.
"Potions, of course." Calmness had settled in when he realized that he was not in any immediate danger from the bigger boy.
Sirius then let go of the boy, who ran off immediately in the direction of the common room that they later followed. They took their time to get their things for the next lesson of the day, Transfiguration, until James who looked at his watch, said that they were going to be late.
(A short introduction on the watch) It is not of the same as the usual Magic watch that tells of where the family members, friends, etc. are as custom-made, but instead, tells of where the owner should be at the specific time. It was a birthday gift from his father, along with the (well-known) invisibility cloak from his mother. That was on his eleventh birthday, the day that he had received his letter from Hogwarts, the joy he experienced then was beyond description.
After dumping their books and homework (two feet long parchment on history of transfiguration, Mcgonagall had said it was the foundation to learning transfiguration, and unless it was well done, the student will be excused to do the practical things in class, and to stay for detention with her after school) into their bags which have been cast with the spell of auto- tidy. It rearranges the books and parchments in the order of lessons that were on today. They ran off to the class of transfiguration, professor Mcgonagall is known to not take kindly to late students, even if by just a minute.
"Phew! Just in time." James let out a sigh of relief when they had reached the classroom before Mcgonagall arrived.
"James Potter. You are late." Professor Mcgonagall's voice rang out in the silence of the classroom.
James turned around in shock, where was she? Ah, there. Where did she come from! Oh no! Not from that door at that corner. Detention it shall be.
"Seeing that it's your first offence, and that you are but late by just one minute, I'll let you off with just deducting five points from Gryffindor. Yes, Mister Potter, from my own house." Mcgonagall had said it all with a stern face that said she meant business, however, her words hid some gentleness.
"She's bias! Just because he's her best student." Mumbles could be heard going round the class, and Mcgonagall heard it.
"If any of you have a problem with what I've just said, please come right up to the front of the class and demonstrate the transfiguration of the needle into a beetle." The class shushed at these words, most did not know how to, and those that knew, could not be bothered.
"So, if you do not have a problem with it, may I proceed with the lesson?" She then explained the correct way to pronounce the incantation, and the fancy wand work, as Lily puts it.
"There!" The beetle was crawling from James' table to Sirius' table.
"Well done, Mister Potter. 10 points for efficiency and excellence." Mcgonagall's attention was drawn towards James Potter's table when he exclaimed. With that, James earned five points for Gryffindor in total during Transfiguration, after the deduction, then the addition of points, and the lesson ended.
It was Potions right after transfiguration (they have a knack of putting Potions right after Trans, no idea why.), and as they get seated down in the dungeons, James and Sirius were on their toes, figuratively, on the look out for any possible happenings. Soon, James poked Sirius on his back, and then diverted his attention towards the entrance of the dungeons, where the Slytherins were sitting as they had arrived later. Objects of similar shape and color of dung bomb were rolling in from the entrance, all inconspicuous and all.
"Those are not dung bombs. They are dung bombs look-alike!" Sirius exclaimed suddenly, earning glares from fellow Gryffindors who knew what was going to happen next.
Suddenly, the dung bombs look-alike exploded, in a silent and unostentatious way, only visible to people who are looking out for them, namely, the Gryffindors. Professor Bimp entered the class at this point, glaring at the Slytherins mercilessly, she remembered yesterday, and had news from Madam Plaus, current nurse of the hospital wing.
"I could not find anything wrong with your students, and thus couldn't do anything to help them. My apologies." She had said curtly, never being on good terms with Professor Bimp, having been mildly afraid of the potion-brewing skill that Professor Bimp possesses.
She still fumed at this thought, nothing wrong, yet they caused her to end class before she had even started, her own house's students at that. She swore silently to teach them what it was like to mess around with her.
Yet before she could do anything, the Slytherins started complaining of a foul smell erupting, but the Gryffindors then request for the continuation of lesson, and that the Slytherins were disrupting the lesson. Shouts that suggested chasing the Slytherins out of the class, deducting points and such were heard, seemed to prove their thirst for knowledge. Professor Bimp was rather tempted to accept such suggestions, though she privately thought that as much as those suggestions were good, they were rather harsh.
Finally, she settled on, once again releasing the students early, and deducting points harshly from Slytherin, causing the Slytherins to groan and then choked due to the mephitic fumes. Professor Bimp gave an inward groan.
Gryffindors once again get released early, thanks to the ingenuity of... (A.N: Not telling! P)
