Ok, I tried a different HP, but it sucked, so I went with a different approach. This story shall be written in both Sirius' and Ceo Hild's point of views. Please review...as this is my first(following through) HP fanfic...Im movin on up!
Chapter one: The prissy blackmailer blackmails
Lets go back, shall we? Ok, start at the absolute beginning...before I am shoving this lovely wand of mine practically up this man's nose.
Like how my name is Ceolburg Hild(my family rather likes torturing me with that name. People just call me Ceo). I am a sixth year Gryffindor. My best mate is Lily Evans. And until this moment, I rather hated the prats that called themselves James, Sirius, Remus and Peter.
In fact; a new found respect was edging at the edges of my brain. Or whatever.
"Put the wand away, Hild," Sirius's voice was cold, and his eyes were like flint. I nearly winced, but I had the upper hand here. "Before you poke someone's eye out." I rolled my eyes, and the newly found respect just got flushed down the loo; with Myrtle wailing after it.
"Shut it, Padfoot," James said, giving me a rather cool stare. Like a I-don't-really-care-that-you-have-a-wand-on-me-because-I-just-don't-care. I thought Sirius was more that look type.
"What exactly do you want, Ceo?" I looked around to see a very tired looking Remus emerge from another room off to the side of the dusty one we were in. The sun was due up in about three hours, but I had my little devise that would tell if someone discovered me out of bed.
Even if I was...this victory was too sweet to be dampened with a few detentions.
What did I want? I had finally done what no other female, or male, has done before. I had outsmarted this crew of bandits. The modern day pirates who pillaged and took women and drank lots of butterbeer. I was now standing in the most dusty house ever, with a wand pointed at these four guys. Oh this was sweet. Too bad I didn't have a camera. A Muggle one would suffice.
"Hmm...what do I want? There is a hellava lot I want, Remmy,"
"How much is it going to take to get you to bugger off and never tell anyone?" Sirius growled. I smirked. Yes, he was the dog in ever way. Including his man whore abilities.
"We could just erase her memory," A small squeaky voice chirped. James looked over at Peter with a disgusted sneer on his face.
"Yes," He said; sarcasm dripping. "We will just erase her memory. It might make her brain dead, or kill her. Then not only will our little "secret" be exposed, but we all get shipped to bloody Askaban on the first train there,"
"There is no train to Askaban," Sirius pointed out.
"Shut up!"
I stood there, smiling widely. I was causing disruption in their clique. The same bloody clique that had been there since our first days here at this school. I remembered all us first years milling about shy-like. But oh no, not these four. Already they were thick as thieves. The Marauders, as they I later found out they called themselves.
"Name your terms," Sirius said cooly.
"I want a portion of your profits...and I want to join you."
"What!" The four of them shouted in unison.
"Well, I suppose I can just head on back to the Deputy Head Mistress with a charming bit of information."
"No!" James shouted, I struck a nerve.
"We could really get punished for this..."
"Teach me how to do it,"
"Do what?" Sirius waggled his eyebrows.
"To transfigure myself. You lot can...I want to."
"That's it?"
"And net profits. When you go out every month, I want to come along. I also want a spot on the quidditch team. I didn't get to try out because I was sick."
The three (main) people looked at each other. I could see how both James and Sirius gave Remus a questioning look. Shooting thoughts through their eyes; Remus must of have approved of something. Then James and Sirius shrugged at each other.
"You've got some nerve, Hild," James said, frowning, though his eyes were almost dancing. They wouldn't admit it; but I had won.
I was rather proud of myself.
I flipped round my long braid, then asked; "Why do you come here all the time, and on full moons?"
Sirius made to say something, but Remus shut him up.
"Its alright, Padfoot. She has the leash on us all." He turned to me. "I'm a werewolf. I was bitten as a child."
I made an 'oh' with my mouth, catching the looks of the two main Prats...I mean, my new friends. They were hoping that this piece of information would scare me off.
Needles to say; it didn't.
"Cool," I shrugged. I walked around the dirty room. "How did you manage to get into this place? Isn't this the Shrieking Shack?"
"Yes," pipped Peter. "We all created a map that"- Sirius smacked the rodent like man over the head. He fell quiet.
"A map?"
All three of them shot the small person very nasty glares.
"Look," James pulled out a bit of parchment. I took it up, and placed my wand on it, trying to get it to reveal something.
"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs congratulate you on your acheival, and suggests that you take your long hair and strangle yourself with it,"
"Clever," I snorted. "Not. Lemme guess." I pointed to Remus. "Moony." Peter. "Wormtail," Sirius. "Padfoot." James. "Prongs. You might want to think up better insults. People will just think this was from Zonkos."
"Hey!" Sirius gasped, clutching his heart in a hurt way. "We worked hard on this! Look," He tapped the paper with his wand and mumbled something under his breath.
A large map unfolded before me. I peered at it curiously, then handed it back. "Nice."
"Nice? Nice! You know how long that took us?"
"Don't really care." I shrugged. I felt a chill creep through my thermal, and decided to call it quits for the night.
"We'll head back with you," Remus said, as we walked down the beaten path. "How did you get past the Willow?"
"Cloak."
"You have a cloak?" James demanded. We were now walking across the lawns.
"Yeah."
"How did you get it?"
"Oh, I bought it from this real seedy man in Diagon Alley, who needed to get rid of it right quick."
"How much?"
"Fifty galleons,"
Nobody spoke. They were all too shocked, but I held up the silvery cloth that was in my arms, and shrugged.
"Jesus who," Sirius whispered as we climbed the portrait hole(The very irate woman glaring at us) "Who'd thunk it?"
"Night," I called cheerfully and skipped to the girls dormitory.
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I walked down the dormitory stairs and flopped into one of the many chairs in the common room. As it was now Saturday, most everyone was in here; including the prissy blackmailing little Ceo Hild.
She was still wearing her black thermal. She had been Muggle born(but don't let that cool you off. She was almost better then Evans, but with a mean streak) and still listened to their music. For instance; the thermal she had on had a picture of four blokes with a name like The Snails, or The Roaches, or something. Some sort of bug name, I think.
Her long brown hair hung past her waist, and was never out of its plait. She had black eyes and the pallor of one who spent too much time reading in the library or dancing around to her Muggle music. Wait...I had never seen her dancing around...but never mind.
James sat besides me and sighed after Lily as she made her way through the crowd and to the Blackmailer.
"I didn't know they were friends," James instantly perked up; never losing a chance to torture the poor pretty redhead.
"Remember that time you hung Snape upside down, last year?" I suddenly asked, smiling at his apparent frown. "And Lily got very butt-hurt at you, for defending her?"
"Yeah..."
"Fancy trying to repeat that?" I laughed. "We haven't tortured Syphilis in a few days, and he's starting to think that he is off the hook."
Oh how I loved this little game of ours. In fact, I practically woke up every morning just so I could give Snape the day from hell.
A loud mew came from the little prissy Hild's cat. It was an ugly thing. It was once a plain tabby, but after a horrid transfiguration experiment gone awry, it now sported lime green fur, and scaly purple wings. Almost everyone hated the cat, cheerily named Stupid.
"You know, I think you're right, Siri," James stretched and hailed Remus who went walking by us.
"Where are you headed to this fine morn?" I called out to him. I could just tell by the ashen tinge to his skin that full moon had affected him greatly this time. Not to help that the brat of a prat had come barging in and steal our fun. My lips sneered just thinking about her. I would need to somehow get us out of this situation.
"I need some food," Remus said, inching to the portrait hole. "See yah later,"
I waved him off and tried to stifle a yawn. "Where is the little annoying one?" I asked, looking around for Peter. It was no secret that we all hated him. We should have never let him hang out with us three, but...well...you know how clingers cling, right?
"I think he is locked in a broom cupboard with a new issue of that one mag he gets from Muggle subscribers."
"Ah, the nudey one. Ha."
I gave an airy flick of my hand and walked out of the portrait hole...thinking about food myself.
"Ah, Sirius darling. Where have you been?" I turned quickly to see Elvira Vane coming up to me. Her hips jutted out as she walked, and she was in a very tight pair of flare jeans(she loved plain clothes, and would wear them evrey chance they got) and a white shirt that said "The Year of the Diamond Dogs"
Another one who liked those English Muggle blokes who sang and dressed up in glitter and didn't comb their hair, and didn't look like either man or woman. Rockers...I think they called them. Well, I couldn't talk about the hair bit, as mine was nearly like James, but with a more eloquent chic about it.
Elvira was perhaps one of the most beautiful girls in this school. She had long thick black curly hair, and dark blue eyes. She looked older then sixteen, and we had shared a few nights together. I mean come on...its me!
"Here," I said dumbly.
"Very funny. You know that last escapade cost me quite dearly. Now David wont even look at me."
David was Miss. Vanes boyfriend at the time we had one of our little "escapades". He found us in a very uncomfortable situation. Involving a cupboard, a broomstick, and some Honeyduke's chocolate. That's all Im sayin'.
"Poor dear," I cooed, turning back around and heading to the great hall. She followed.
"Hmm. Yes...well I suppose I just might need someone to keep my mind off it," With a suggestive wink, Elvira walked into the direction of the Room of Requirement.
As I said...hey...its me!
Of course I followed.