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Chapter 3 – Thoughts, Speculation, and Transformations
The memory of Snape's face when he looked at the M, carried them through not only Double potion with the Slytherins, who were all quite miserable because of their new hairstyle, but through the rest of the day. After classes, the three were sitting in the common room, talking about their next prank
"Soooo. What next?" Harry asked, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table. In his hand, he held a small, rather old-looking Golden Snitch. It flapped madly against his hands. He let it go, only to grab it back just before it flew too far away.
"Harry…Mate, where on earth did you get that Snitch?" Ron asked. He was staring at Harry, wondering just how many of Harry's mannerisms he had passed down from his father. "Isn't that what your dad used to do when he was a kid?"
"What?" Harry caught the Snitch and looked at it, slightly shocked and somewhat amused. "Oh you mean play with a Snitch, yeah… I guess, we are, well I am anyway, more like the Marauders then we thought. This was probably his Snitch. It was in the box where I found the Record Book."
"That is way creepy." Hermione said, shaking her head. "We still don't have a prank… Wait a minute. 'More like the Marauders… Oh My God!'
Harry sat straight up in his chair. Ron, who had been watching the Snitch, jerked hi head around at the tone of voice Hermione had used. "What?" they said, in unison. Hermione smirked. She nibbled on one of her fingernails, looking at nothing and thinking hard. Her smirk quickly spread to grin, then a smile that almost cracked her face in two.
"What is it, Hermione? You look like someone just told you the spell to become an Animagus." Ron said, exasperatedly. Harry and Hermione turned and gapped at him. Again, his ears turned pink. "What?"
Shaking her head, Hermione said, "Well, that is what I was thinking. We are the Next-Generation Marauders, so shouldn't we be Animagus, too?"
"Hermione. You know that that's illegal, right? It's not just breaking school rules. And the Marauders had a reason to become Animagus." Harry replied.
"Well! I hope you don't expect one of us to go get bitten by a werewolf!"
"Of course not! Don't be daft! Well, is it possible for us to become Animagus?"
"Of Course!... What time is it?"
Harry looked at his muggle watch. "8:00 p.m. Why?"
Hermione looked thoughtful. She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper. Looking it over, she nodded twice, then put it away. "Well, it's 8 now, and you two have Divination first thing and I have Muggle Studies. So, we could do the spell tonight and still be able to make it to our second class… Well, what do you think?"
"You mean right now? Isn't that a bit sudden? Don't you need to do a bit or research or something?" Ron queried worriedly.
"I have been researching the topic since our first class with Professor McGonagall, when she did her transformation into a cat. It quite simple really. Now, what I need you two to do…" And she was off.
The Trio split up: Hermione to the dungeon to break into Snape's stores, Harry with the Marauders map and cloak to find an empty classroom, and Ron to the Hospital Wing to break into Madam Pomfrey's stores.
They were up until well past midnight and ended up completely exhausted, but, when they had finished, the world had three brand new Animagus: a black panther, a bald eagle, and an African wild dog. They were really quite pleased with themselves.
