CHAPTER 18..:::::.. A Particular Detail
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A/N^: Yo I'm back. Vacation was great. Cyprus is very hot. I was kind of writing some of this by the pool, some by the beach, some at a cocktail bar. Lol.
Templa Otmena: Hey Lou, I did see those pics in the Leaky Cauldron and I thought that he looked a little bit like Aragorn ... which is ALWAYS good. Lol. There was another pic of Harry kind of grabbing Hermione round the waste. No idea what that's all about but I s'pose it could be the bit at the end with the Dementors. Calm yourself about Lily and James. Lol. I'm starting to freak out about how I'm gonna write the scene where ... ahem. Harry is … you know what I mean. Ahem. Anyway ...
Little House Girl: Lol, anyone can have fictional James. I wonder what actor they'll get to play him in the fifth film *ages away, sobs* for that scene by the lake.
George is Hot-MrsMoony: Cool beans eh? Hmm, I like that. I shall try it some time.
Inkling: Lol, don't jump your little gun! Sorry you had no inet access; it's a pain in the arse when that happens.
Cara-Melissa: Thanks; yes I did enjoy my holiday. Sorry, I was in such a rush to get the chapter 17 up that I didn't have time to send any updates and just hoped that people would check the site! I'm back to my updating self now, however!
LauraLou: Hey, don't sound so depressed! I'd love to go to America. But I'm stuck in rainy England. Hmm, perhaps if you could do a British accent you could be in the movie. I'm going to try and be an extra in Goblet of fire ... *crosses fingers* oh and for Pettigrew, it's him that goes to Voldemort and tells him that he can hand him the Potters. Voldie doesn't go looking for him, that's what makes him twice the rat! I thought that Snape had to have been bullied a bit by Voldie or he wouldn't have changed sides to be a spy or whatever. I saw a picture of Gary Oldman as Sirius Black, and to me, he looked a bit like Aragorn ... which is ALWAYS good. Mind you, it might have been the light.
GoddessMoonlady: Aha, Harry would look very cute in a golden carriage. But what comes after him? Death! *sobs*.
Quidditch Queen: Lol, sorry, I had to get away! England was driving me crazy. Anyway, I'm back now, so you can sleep easy. It's Gary Oldman in PoA as Sirius.
Mystikalolo: Lol, not quadruple Happy? Oh well. Sorry this took so long but I've been sunning myself in Cyprus ...Oh, I always called Remus by his last name because that's always how JK refers to him. She always calls him Lupin, but I guess that's just because he used to be a Professor. But she calls Peter Wormtail, James James and Sirius Sirius, not Black for some reason. I'm just trying to keep it real.
Fashiondiva: *Rosie is glad that Diva is pleasantly interested*. More ... chocolate ...
Szhismine: Aha, yes, Snivellus's recruit. Interesting indeed.
Kat44: Ah, in answer to your question, it's called having-nothing-better-to-do. Simple as that. Lol.
Tigermouse: Hi, bonfires eh? Marshmallows? I am jealous. However, Cyprus has its compensations. Lol. I loved writing Bella because she's a wackjob like me. Haha. I am glad I am on Crossroad's tail ... goal inching closer ...
Snuffles: Lol sorry, had to go on holiday some time! But I'm back now. I know what you mean; I adore Lupin so they best get him right and if Sirius is not spot on (I think Gary Oldman is up to the challenge however) then it shall be an insult to his ... *sobs* memory. Oh yeah, Fred and George are all wrong in the film.
CaNaDiAn CuTiE1: Aww, thank you. By the way, I love your quotes. They rock.
Pookie Monster: Glad your italics and what not worked. I did have fun; glad you like this story.
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Whatever it was that had actually occurred between Lily and James, (neither Wormtail, Moony nor Padfoot ever found out until much later) they were able to deduce that it was, naturally, something good as James had woken up the very next day after his and Lily's encounter and positively bounced into the bathroom singing "Glory, glory, Haliegh-Hippogriffs."
"So, er – Prongs, are you two going out then?" asked Peter the next day, hoping that on the off chance, James would momentarily forget himself and answer the questions that the other Marauders were dying to hear.
"Well – no …"
"Then pray tell your dear friends why you are prancing around like a Kneazle on speed," said Sirius swiftly.
"What's speed …" Peter broke off and realised, for once, that this wasn't the time.
"Well, I suppose we kind of are, but we're not," said James in a tone that did not at all go with what he was saying; as though it should make perfect sense to everyone else as it did him, but apparently, it did not.
"Kind of, what?" asked Remus, his face showing traces of confusement.
"Well," James pondered slowly, "she did say yes."
"So you did ask her out?"
"No."
"What?"
James rolled his eyes. "Well, she didn't want me to, but said yes to whatever I was asking," he said.
Sirius shot him a very impressed look and raised his dark eyebrows. "Now that could be interesting, Prongs," he said, a wicked grin spreading gradually over his handsome face. "If you could somehow incorporate whipped cream into the question …"
"Padfoot," came Lupin's warning voice and Sirius fell silent, the grin not dying from his face in a hurry.
James's face was beginning to fall. "Well … that's good, isn't it? What she said?"
Peter frowned. "Hmm, well, it's a bit vague –"
"It is good," began Lupin.
"But there should be a test," piped up Sirius.
"A test?" repeated James, not liking the sound of what his friends where beginning to concoct. "What sort of test?" he asked apprehensively.
"Just a little one," said Lupin mildly. "Like, uh – kiss her on the cheek this morning at breakfast and if she whacks you around the head with her bag, you've got your answer."
"Ooh, good one, Moony," said Sirius, deep in thought.
"And if she doesn't whack me?" James added in an undertone.
Sirius chuckled. "If she doesn't … I'd say it's pretty self-explanatory, wouldn't you?"
James thought deeply about this while he and his friends dressed. The memory of Lily taking his hand the way she had seemed to stiffen his resolve; there was no harm in kissing her on the cheek, was there? That was, if she had really meant what she said …
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The Great Hall was fairly full by the time the Marauders descended the stone steps as Wormtail had hidden all of their socks. Of course, none of them found this remotely amusing; on the contrary, James had snapped, "Oh, for God Sake, Wormtail, grow up!" and Wormtail had slipped into a sulky silence until the mouth watering smell of breakfast wafted up the stairs, and forced him to speech.
They settled themselves down on the wooden bench and helped themselves eagerly, (Wormtail was the most eager) to bacon, eggs and kippers just as Lily and her two friends Marietta and Arabella entered. James, who had become increasingly used to Lily ignoring him and walking straight past him for the past seven years, did not expect her to stop right next to him.
"Good morning," she said brightly.
"Morning," James said, trying frantically to say something that a sophisticated boyfriend, if that was what he was, would say. "You – er … look nice," he said lamely.
Marietta giggled. "You're so sweet, James."
Lily shot Marietta a poisonous glare and turned to James. "Thanks," she said quietly.
Sirius cleared his throat loudly and deliberately. "So, er, Lily. Are you and J –"
James kicked him hard in the shins.
"Ouch! Uh, you and – Marietta studying hard?"
Lily surveyed him sharply with her almond eyes. "Yes," she said bluntly.
"Jolly good," muttered Sirius.
Lupin was smiling darkly, as though he knew that he shouldn't be, but Wormtail seemed to have devoted all of his attention to his kippers, which he was having a great deal of trouble putting into his mouth.
Since there was no space at the table, Lily and her friends were forced to go right down the other end of the Gryffindor bench. James sunk his head into his hands and groaned loudly.
Wormtail began to snigger. "Could that have gone any worse, Mr Lord of the Girls?"
James glared so viciously at him that he fell silent.
"You never had this problem before, Prongs," said Lupin gently, as though the thought had occurred to him also.
Sirius nodded in agreement. "I'd need a few more hands to count how many times you've –"
"This is different," said James quietly.
Wormtail had just about ceased his sniggering from James's blunder. "Different? Why?"
"Because I really like her, you idiot!" he snapped.
"There's no need to be like that," Wormtail muttered mutely in a petulant tone.
"Well, stop being so unbelievably thick then, Wormtail," said Sirius. "He just wants to do it right, is all."
Lupin nodded and drained his pumpkin juice. "Haven't you got Quidditch practice today, Prongs?" he asked.
"Yeah," James replied in a sullen voice. "Now, actually." And he got up, ready to walk out of the Great Hall, almost forgetting to deliver Snape his early morning scowl, but stopped as Lily caught his eye for a split second. Just go over and say something, said the voice inside his head. That's all that you can do.
James found his feet wandering over to Lily before he even knew what they were doing. Lupin rose behind him and, sensing his friend's foreboding feelings, whispered in his ear, "It's just a relationship, Prongs, that's all. It's not like you proposed."
But the word relationship did nothing to ease the knot tightening in his stomach. In fact, it only intensified it.
Lily looked up as she saw James approaching and Marietta and Arabella had the good grace to look like they were having a deep and meaningful conversation that cut them off from the rest of the world. "Hello, again," she said.
"Hi. Look, uh – " he started out, but knew that he was heading into the miserable cloud of another failure. Why was this so difficult? Even after she as good as told him that she felt that same way…
Lily stood up from the bench and took a few steps away from her friends, whom she knew perfectly well would be listening hard with every ounce of strain they had and suppressing giggles.
"What is it?" she asked as James followed her to the left.
"Well, you see … the thing is … I – I have Quidditch practice now." You idiot, Prongs.
Lily half smiled, half frowned. "Okay …"
"So I er – I s'pose I'll see you later then?" he added hopefully, forcing himself to meet her sparkling emerald gaze.
"Okay then," said Lily to his surprise. "I'll be in the library doing some revision. You know, for our NEWT's. You can join me if you'd like," she went on. James took a good few deep breaths.
"Oh. Okay," he tried to say casually but failed miserably.
They stood for a few moments, breaking eye contact and occasionally making it again.
"Well … have fun!" said Lily. She was just about to walk past as a voice was screaming frantically inside his pounding head; Do it! Kiss her on the cheek! But whilst his brain was debating this, a cool, almost tingly sensation passed over his own cheek and just as his brain began to un-fog itself, Lily walked away, her heels echoing on the floor as though they were the only thing that James could hear. She had kissed him. He stood, immobilized for a good two minutes while his motor functions gathered themselves on how to walk and think at the same time. As he left, he swore Dumbledore gave him a subtle wink, which was quickly replaced with an odd look from McGonagall as he positively skipped, all dignity forgotten, out of the Great Hall.
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Magnus Forelingdon was trembling violently as he sat waiting, once more, to be seen by Lord Voldemort. Three days had passed since he had been given his "mission" and now, he had hardly anything to show for it. A gifted Seer though he was, it was close to impossible to determine details of a prophecy before it has even been made. To further add to this unfeasible task, Magnus, nor Voldemort it seemed, knew who would be making the prophecy. This, though a tiny detail, would have helped a great deal. But Magnus had determined one thing, and tiny though it was, it might just save his life …
"The Dark Lord will see you now," came a voice from the shadow that was harsh and foreboding.
Magnus rose, his knees shaking so badly he was sure they would not support his weight and crumble beneath him.
Upon entering, he first saw that Voldemort was not sitting as was usual, but standing; tall, white and powerful, silhouetted and framed in the weak light from the window.
"Magnus," he hissed, putting careful emphasis on the 's' so he sounded snakelike.
"My Lord," Magnus bowed.
Voldemort placed his hands on the back of the chair. "Do please sit, Magnus," he declared, signalling to the chair directly in front of him.
"S – sit, my Lord?" Magnus echoed, as though this were the last thing that he had expected.
Voldemort sneered. "Yes, sit. I wish you to be comfortable."
Magnus hesitated; Voldemort alone sat in that chair. Was this some kind of a trick? But Magnus knew that there was nothing to be gained by refusing, so he lowered himself into the deep red softness as Voldemort paced slowly in front of him, tracing his long nails with a skeletal spidery finger along his mouth.
"So, Magnus. Tell me of your findings."
Magnus faltered. He had not prepared a speech to rectify why he could not find out more about the prophecy.
"My Lord," he began slowly. "Please understand … what you are asking is … near the impossible …"
Voldemort sighed and continued to pace the room. "Did you find out who would foretell the prophecy?"
Magnus blinked. "N- no, my Lord."
Voldemort inhaled slowly. "Well then, let's try again. Did you find out when the prophecy would be made?"
"No … no, m – my Lord – "
Voldemort's nostrils dilated. "Then surely, you can tell me who, besides myself obviously, the prophecy concerns?"
Magnus gulped. His heart was beating a violent tattoo against his Adam's apple. Voldemort stopped pacing and stood directly in front of Magnus, so he was looking at his knees. He lowered his face so they were only a few centimetres apart. "Then, in that case, you have disappointed me, Magnus. Do you know what happens when my followers disappoint me?"
Magnus blinked, wide eyed, and shook his head. "My Lord, I – I crave your pardon …"
Voldemort smirked. "That is a wise thing to crave. However, I do not give it out willingly."
Magnus tried to sit back in the chair, but he knew it was too late. Voldemort was already going to do what he was going to do …
"Crucio!"
Magnus screamed. It was pain beyond anything. He was being split in two with while hot pokers, stabbing at every part of him … he wanted to black out … for it to end … to die …
Voldemort lifted the curse and Magnus sunk back into his chair, unable to speak.
"Let us pretend that the conversation before never happened. Good evening, Magnus. Now. Did you find out who would foretell the prophecy?"
Magnus rolled over onto his side, staring up at the terrible vision of Voldemort, knowing that he would not be able to redeem himself.
"Ah. Do you need another reminder, perhaps, of why no one says 'no' to the Dark Lord?"
Voldemort raised his wand yet again, and Magnus cried out at the second he was about to mutter the incantation.
"My Lord! Please! I do – have … something!"
Voldemort lowered his wand, looking delighted at the pain he was causing. "Something, you say?"
Magnus nodded and tried to push himself up in the sinking chair. "It's very small, my Lord … b- but it's something."
Voldemort surveyed him closely. "Then pray tell me."
Magnus swallowed again. "Well, I discerned a particular … particular letter – "
"A letter?"
" – a letter that continued to crop up … I do not know what it means, my Lord, but if I had to guess …"
"I am not fond of guesswork, Magnus, which is why I hired a supposedly gifted Seer. Obviously I was mistaken."
Magnus was desperate to make up the blunder. "Well, less of a certainty, my Lord, but more than a guess …"
Voldemort sighed lazily. "What is your uncertain guess?"
"It has to do with a name, sir, or something similar."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. The whimpering mess of a man's story was becoming steadily interesting … "And this letter is … ?"
"P, my Lord."
Voldemort turned away. "P …interesting." He went over to the window and breathed evenly. "Very well, Magnus, I have done with you. You have been of … satisfactory service. For now …"
Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, and rose from the chair. "M – may I go, my Lord?"
"Yes. Fetch me Dolohov, if you would be so kind," he added as Magnus positively ran from the room.
A few minutes passed as Voldemort continued to survey his surroundings, thinking hard about what he had just heard. Before long, the door creaked open again and Antonin Dolohov stepped in. "My Lord?" he said in a deep voice.
Voldemort turned, an avid look of glee in his eyes. "Ah. Antonin. We have something to arrange."
Antonin was enlightened at this new expression; Voldemort would perhaps murder the useless Seer later. "Arrange, my Lord? How can I help?"
Voldemort turned back to the window, and smiled cruelly. The breeze came in and rustled Dolohov's hair. Voldemort, of course, had no hair, and did not feel cold, so Dolohov's shiver meant nothing to him.
"You know, Antonin, I think I feel a massacre coming on."
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Much to James's delight, but equal horror, Lily had not gone to the library as she had said, but to the Quidditch pitch to watch him practice. She was accompanied by Arabella, who was not delighted at the fact that Wormtail had sat down next to her and Lupin had not. Lily was becoming increasingly irritated by Peter, who also thought her significance at practice was highly significant. In truth, she wanted to see for herself what all the fuss was about, and had trouble concealing the fact that she was actually very impressed with James's flying abilities.
"So. An adoring girlfriend now, eh, Evans?" Peter said for what had to be the third time.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, I am not sat here so I can whoop and cheer when he gets his feet back on the ground. He doesn't need another fan club," she said irritably. She thought she heard Lupin chuckle into his hot coffee on the other side of Wormtail.
"Did you know that a third year actually set one of those up for him and Sirius?" said Arabella.
"No!" Lily exclaimed. Arabella went a shade of sudden magenta. "Oh, Bella, you didn't …"
"Of course I didn't! I've got better things to do than join a stupid fan club!"
Lily said nothing more on the matter, though the fact that it took Arabella a good ten minutes to return to her normal colour was highly significant. She continued to watch the flurry of red blurs in the sky, swerving and dodging. But soon, her eyes focused on something else. It wasn't red and gold … it was silver and green and it was coming closer. Sirius was first to touch the ground, quaffle in his arm, and head towards them and the second he did, Lupin was on his feet.
"I smell trouble," he said.
"Ooh! Good!" said Wormtail, following him eagerly.
"Oh no," Lily muttered. "Not another fight. James is bound to lose his temper and then I'll have to shout at him and storm off. I really can't be bothered."
Arabella smirked. "So don't. Stand up for him for once."
Lily looked at her indignantly. "In case you haven't noticed, its usually Snape who needs someone to stand up for him!"
"What about that Ampipain curse?" she reminded. Lily fell silent. "That was horrible. So I'm going to go and hear the whole story before someone turns somebody into a slug and we draw judgement." And with that, she jogged behind Wormtail.
"Bella!" Lily hissed. "Oh – fine then." And she grudgingly followed.
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Sirius practically threw himself off his broom to face Snape. "And what the hippogriff do you think you're doing here?"
Snape sneered and stopped in front of Sirius. Behind were the other teammates of the Slytherin team, clutching their brooms. "I think, Black, I am standing here."
Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Don't get smart, Snivellus, it doesn't suit you. What are you doing here?" he repeated. James and the others landed behind him.
"Practicing Quidditch of course," he said coolly, his hair jumping in an oily fashion every time he moved.
"Funnily enough," James began, "I think we booked the pitch yesterday."
"Yes, but as a Prefect, I'm aloud to overrule the –"
James yawned widely. "Snivellus, is your memory as slippery as your hair? Well, no I s'pose it can't be, can it, cos then you'd need to have your head shaved and no one wants to see that, but aren't you forgetting something?"
He tapped the Head Boy badge on his chest.
The other Slytherin team mates obviously thought that this was not a fight worth starting, and turned to leave, knowing that they could not overrule a Head Boy, and nor could Snape. Snape moved closer so that no one could hear what he was saying to James. "You didn't deserve that badge," he said spitefully.
"Sour grapes, Sniv?" said James casually. "Mind you, if we're going to talk about being sour –"
"James," Lupin called. James stopped mid sentence and turned around. Lily was coming over. He hastily dropped the sarcastic voice as she came within earshot. Snape however, seemed to guess.
"Ah, can't let the Mudblood see the Head Boy taunt little Snape, now can we Potter?"
Lily stopped in front of them. "What's he doing here?" asked Arabella.
"Existing," said Sirius darkly. "Which, I think is a crime in itself."
Wormtail roared with laughter but Lily did not. James tried hard to keep a straight face, chewing his lip to stop laughing.
Lily straightened up. "Well, you can't practice now, Snape, because Gryffindor booked the pitch and as Head Boy and Girl are present to overrule you, I don't see why you are still standing here."
The others looked at her. Although her voice was even, there was a slight warning tone to it. Snape's mouth had tightened into the ugliest sneer and his face was flushed. "This doesn't involve you, Mudblood," he spat.
James started forwards, forgetting magic, forgetting that he had a wand. All he wanted to do was to hit Snape as hard as he could on his overly large and stupid nose. Lily grabbed his arm.
"Don't!" she hissed. James stopped, head pounding, and lowered his arm slowly. Snape had not moved.
"I'm warning you, Snivellus," he said. "If you say that one more time …"
"Say what? Mudblood?"
Both Sirius and James started forwards that time but Lupin grabbed them both by the neck of their robes. "James," he said quietly. "I don't think Head Boys are supposed to brawl in full view of McGonagall."
They all turned and sure enough, McGonagall was standing close by, talking to a couple of third year boys and obviously reprimanding them for something or other. Lily turned to Snape.
"I really do feel sorry for you, Severus," she said kindly. "You can't even respond when someone isn't attacking or taunting you. It's as though you've lost all your humanity."
Snape said nothing but continued to glare. It seemed to be costing him a great amount not to swear and hex them all, as McGonagall was standing close by, especially as Lily had the power to insult him almost kindly.
"Must be something to do with the Dark Arts," said James, voice full of hatred. "They can't have helped his already inhumane side …"
Snape raised his wand.
"BOYS!" McGonagall shouted. She could spot trouble almost quicker than any other teacher in the school and barely had to turn her head to know that something was soon about to occur between the two most popular boys and Severus Snape. "What's going on here?" she asked briskly, eyes lingering on Lily.
"Nothing, Professor," said Lupin. "Just discussing Quidditch."
McGonagall glanced from James to Snape, glaring at each other as though both wished the other nothing but ill, and raised her eyebrows. It was plain that no conversation of the sort was taking place. "Well, in that case I suggest you all go inside. It's about to rain."
"Yes, Professor."
She turned on her heel and left.
"Come on, let's go," said Lily as James took her hand. The others followed in McGonagall's wake; Snape was left behind, staring at the floor.
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Snape was so angry that he had stormed off completely out of the Hogwarts grounds. As it was Saturday, his leave went partially unnoticed save a few second years who would not dare tell on him due to rumours that he knew more Dark Spells than all the teachers put together. After knowing, and keeping quiet, Lupin's secret about being a werewolf, Snape knew that the passageway through the Whomping Willow lead right into the Shrieking Shack and therefore to Hogsmead. It was here that he had crashed down, venting his anger, so he could sit, unnoticed by teachers or pupils, and stew in peace.
Snape had walked the length of the village and had settled himself up on the hill on the edge of the village, beneath a few caves etched into the cliffside.
His anger had still not subsided as he thought about what had happened. Stupid, arrogant James Potter and Sirius Black. What right did they have to act like the Magical Law Enforcement Squad? Who died and made them Merlin? Black was so up himself; so what if he could ride a broom or talk to girls? And as for Potter … Head Boy? And a Mudblood for Head Girl? Dumbledore had lost his mind. That had to be it. If only Salazar Slytherin could see what had happened to the school – he would be turning in his grave. What right did Potter have to humiliate him like that every single time? If he ever fought back at stupid Potter, then he would be expelled. He knew spells like no one had ever seen before … but Potter should pay for making his life such a misery.
Snape's anger began to ebb away, and in it's place, much to his disgust, was a terrible sadness. They were right; he was up to his eyeballs in the Dark Arts. What did he have to show for himself? A father who had taught him every type of spell to cause pain before so much as showing him how to Transfigure a teabag and a mother who had left years ago. What chance did he have in this world?
No sooner had he thought this, he heard a noise behind him. He turned sharply and inelegantly to find him face to face with a pockmarked man with straw like brown hair and mad gleaming eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Snape slightly apprehensively.
The man sneered, similarly to Snape. "You are Severus Snape?" he asked, ignoring the question.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Why?" he said in a low tone.
"My name is Rookwood," said the man straightening up. "I have been sent by a very powerful wizard who has had is eye on you for some time."
Snape inhaled sharply. He knew whom this man was talking about. But why him? "Yes," he said after a few seconds pause. "I am Severus Snape."
The man smirked. "I know you are. He knows you are. The Dark Lord requires your devotion and loyalty, Snape."
Snape's eyes widened. "H – he does?"
"Yes. A select band of followers, Death Eaters, are his most loyal supporters. It is an honour to be approached for a post such as that."
Rookwood turned, indicating Snape follow him, and wandered up the hill. Snape hesitated for a second, and, knowing he had nothing to lose, followed him.
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