This whole story is OOC, but the last Chapter was VERY OOC for a reason. That, however, is for me to know and you to find out… in a few chapters, anyway.
Just to clarify: Voldemort is alive and kicking Harry just hasn't had any…incidents lately. Peter Pettigrew died a SLOW and VERY, VERY, VERY PAINFUL DEATH, EXCRUCIATING IN FACT! MWAHAHAHAHA! So did Fudge! Because I hate them both! And Percy is a Death Eater, but no one knows. And I don't think that will have anything to do with the story I just thought I'd say it, the last bit any way.
And I would just like to say… I HATE MY ENGLISH TEACHER! SHE SUX ASS!
Anyway… On with the chappie…
Chapter 7 – Returns, Reactions, and Revenges
Later that day, our favorite Gryffindor Trio and Twins (So in other words: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny was there too) could be found in an otherwise empty Common Room. They were lounging in the chair by the fire when it suddenly changed color. "Sirius!" they all cried as a very handsome (duh!), tall man fell out of the fireplace. His long, dark hair was grayish with soot, as were his robes, but his blue-eyes were shining with amusement.
Pulling out her wand, Hermione muttered something and Sirius was immediately restored to his old-clean-self. "Thanks, Hermione…. Now, I have been waiting all week to find out exactly who overthrew the Great Weasley Twins, who were almost as good as the Marauders. Tell Me already!"
"Well," Harry began and then looked over at the other two, questioningly. "Sorry, Windy, Patches. Do either of you want to tell? No, okay. Well Sirius it's like this. The Great Weasley Twins and the Marauders have both been surpassed." At this Sirius' mouth dropped open. "The S…New group, who I will identify later, has taken over the school. Just like the Marauders. They have pulled off two unique pranks now, when both other groups had failed in the attempt."
"How do you know that the Marauders failed?"
"Well, Padfoot, Did the Marauders ever manage to spell the entire Slytherin section of the stands on the Quidditch Field so that everyone sitting there would cheer for Gryffindor?" Harry asked, smirking. Again Sirius' jaw dropped, but this time his eyes bugged out, as well. "They also managed to transfigure all the candles in the Great Hall into gnomes from out side the hall."
"By the sounds of it," Padfoot said. He sounded utterly shocked and horrified. "James Forgive me for saying this! This new group is… b-bet-better (he spat out the word like an obscenity) then the infamous Marauders. " He cringed. "What do they call themselves and who are they? If you tell me it's one of the Slytherins, I'll have to go, prove the Ministry right, and kill them."
"No, Sirius." Hermione jumped in, quickly. "It's a group of Gryffindors… Claws? Patches?"
Harry and Ron both stood and nodded, drawing their wands. "Scribio Inconcessum!" At this, gold ropes of magic flew out of all three wands and twisted into one another. They coiled into ropes that attached to form three letters. sMg! There was a collective gasp as three sat back down, erasing their work.
"sMg stands for Second-Generation Marauders." Fred informed a stunned Sirius.
"That's what we call ourselves. Because we actually have, in Claws, erm, Harry, a second generation Marauder. We are very proud of you three." Hermione said. The tall longhaired man looked at her questioningly, as if he was deciding how to phrase his question. "Since, third year, well, really the summer before fourth, we considered Peter Pettigrew dead. And now that he actually is, we have announced to the general public that there were only three real Marauders. We have wiped that backstabbing, betraying little piece of Fucking shit of the face of Hogwarts. The best revenge we could think of."
"We do have to apologize, however. We have the Record book." Ron interjected.
This comment woke Sirius from his stunned rather-trance-like state. He leaped to his feet, shouting, "YOU WHAT? How the hell did you get that? And How did you read it? Fuck. I knew I should… Double Fuck! Now I sound like Moony. I am not the responsible one! This is his fault!"
"Sirius…Padfoot! Calm Down! We did a lot of the pranks, but we have been coming up with our own! The Record Book just…um, got the ball rolling." (could that has sexual connotations…hmm I wonder?)
Sirius froze and comprehension dawned on his face. He looked from Harry to Hermione to Ron and back again. He blinked and shook his head. He appeared to be deep in thought. Finally, he said, "Okay. I'm gonna ask you one question. If you answer me how I think you are gonna answer me, I am calling Moony down here tomorrow and we'll discuss this." They nodded and he continued. "Are you calling each other Claws, Windy, and Patches for the same reason as we did? Well, three of us anyway."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, while Fred, George and Ginny watched curiously, having no idea what they were talking about. "Um?" Harry said nervously. "Please don't freak out…But Yea?"
Sirius took a deep breath. He was calm…until he opened his mouth. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING DANGEROUS THAT IS? ALL THREE OF YOU COULD HAVE DIED! ARE YOU ALL COMPLETE IDOITS? DO YOU HAVE ANY SENCE AT ALL? JUST BECAUSE WE DID IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYONE CAN AND CERTAINLY DOESN'T MEAN IT'S OKAY!"
They all took a step back, except Harry. "Sirius," he said in a quiet but commanding voice. Padfoot, surprised to hear a voice so like Remus's coming out of Harry's mouth, shut up. "If my father could do it, don't you think I should be allowed to try? After all, it could be very useful in future" (he is implying in the fight against the Dark Lord)
Sirius thought about this for a moment. "You're right, Harry. I'm sorry, you three. It's just that.. it's so dangerous and without Regis-" He stopped and looked at the three red-heads staring at him curiously and the Trio looking like they hadn't told anyone what they did. "Well," he said after an awkward pause.
"Harry?" Hermione said into the silence. "I have a question. Um, what exactly happened between you and Malfoy in the Hall a bit ago, because neither of you were acting like yourselves."
"To tell you the truth? I have no idea." Harry plunked wearily down into a chair. "He just pisses me off so badly. Like today he called me a bastard. I don't give a flying fuck if anyone calls me anything else, but no one calls me a bastard! I had a father and a mother, both! I am not a bastard… He touched a nerve. And he was acting like he owned the place, Soooo I put him in his place as well as in the Hospital Wing."
"Well I am proud of you for not killing him on the spot! I thought he was smarter then that, but he is a complete dim-witted, brainless git! I don't believe he tried an Unforgivable on you in Front of a giant room full of people. Especially the one we all know doesn't affect you. He should know too because he was in class with us when You threw off the Imperius Curse. He really is thicker then I thought."
Harry thought over what she just said. 'Something there struck a cord but what? Wait…Thought he was smarter. Should have known better. Thicker then I thought… something is wrong here!'
If any of you have any ideas about anything, tell me! I am open to ideas.
What do u all think Bring Remus or NO? Please Review! Thank you!
Frankie
