Times of the Past Alyssa's Story Chapter 2: The Trip to Hogsmeade, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer : I own nothing! and if i did, trust me, peter'd be worse'n dead, james n lily woulda had twenty kids and lived to a ripe old age, and sirius would be a manwhore until the end.. but noooo.. also, if it was my choice, REMUS'S NAME WOULD BE.. BOB! ok, not really, but anyway, all this stuff 'cept Alyssa and Kylie belong to senorita Rowling /

"Lily, wait up!" I called. Up ahead, a streak of red hair stopped, then a face replaced the vibrant color.

"Hey Alyssa, what's up?" She shifted her bag around as I reached her.

"Eh, nothin' much, you?"

"Nothin'." She and I began to walk down to the Quidditch field. (She goes because her friend Kylie is a Keeper; I'm a Beater, and James is a Chaser).

"James is going to kill me," I said conversationally. "Even if it's only a practice, I'm still gonna get yelled at for bein' late."

Her face darkened slightly. "Potter is a showoff, and always will be." Ook, not the reaction I was looking for, but I can work with it.

"Why do you think that?" I made sure to keep my tone light, only slightly interested. She shrugged.

"Well, I do admit, he isn't as much of an annoying juvenile as he was last year; nevertheless, he does still show off, and it gets quite annoying at times." Holy shit, how in

the world did she get all those proper sounding words to fit in one sentence? Brain overload here. Ahh..

I walked along in silence for a few seconds, trying to figure out WHAT the hell this girl just said. She can't help it, I know, being Head Girl can do that to people, but still..

Dude.

I think she was saying James is still a showoff, or something.. I decided not to question it.

"You really don't like James, do you?" I asked, still trying to decipher Big word. her previous Big word statement Big word. Ohmigod, I was starting to talk like Lily. I took

this as a sign to get away A.S.A.P.

"It's not that I don't like him, I just wish he wasn't such a showoff," she sighed.

I nodded. "Well, I should prolly run 'n' get up there, but I'll talk to ya laters." Before she could say another word, I was gone.

Thank God.. one more second her those big words and my head was going to burst. I suddenly knew why people went insane. I could still hear all those words floating

around in my head. I had half a mind to smack my head and tell those damned annoying voices to shut up, but I figured Lily was still in earshot. Last thing I need is for Lily

to think that even I was mental. Besides, Kaufman is the biggest word in my vocabulary, thank you very much.

Anyway, I got down there to the Quidditch field and gave James a slight nod to tell him Lily was coming. I personally didn't see how his 'wonderfully thought of' plan was

going to work, but hey, whatever creams his twinkie.

"Okay, everyone in the air," called James as Lily took the stands. She sat on the middle bleacher, just the right height. Perfect-o.

Of course, James and I were the only ones on the field who knew about the plan, but I was suprised Sirius, Remus, and Peter weren't there to watch the.. event. I noticed

neither of the 4 had been around last night, and I had caught Sirius coming in late, so my bets were they were huggin the toilet.. gotta love hangovers. Potter himself looked

a little tired, which further justified my suspicions. He probably didn't want to be out here any more than the rest of us. I mean seriously, 6am in the morning is WAY too

early for practice. Dude.

Anyway (notice I always get off topic? Short attention spans.. stupid voices.. bad, bad. -slaps self-) we began to fly around like headless monkeys with leprachaun bodies,

passing the time until something exciting happened. I lazily wacked a bludger halfway across the field, then went back to watching James, waiting on his signal. Why I had

agreed to this stupid plan, I have no clue. It's something a 1st year would think up of.

After the sun began to rise and we could finally see what we were doing, I began to watch James even more closely. He waited until practice was nearly over, then looked

me in the eye and nodded. I rolled my eyes at the stupidness of this -- if he screwed up, Lily would be in the hospital wing for a week -- but reluctantly got in position. I was

directly in front of Lily, even though I was on the opposite side of the stadium. James got the Quaffle and zig-zagged throughout people, waiting on me. A bludger came

flying at me out of nowhere. I sighed, then waited until James was in place. When he was, I swung the bat.. and hit the bludger directly at Lily's head.

It happened so fast, I just had to trust James had gotten to her alright. Unfortunately, when I had been focusing on one bludger, the other had been unnoticed. And, lucky

me, I got slammed straight in the back by it. As I fell off my broom, all I can remember thinking is "Karma is a bitch"

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"Good morning, Sunshine!"

Ugh.

"Sirius, I'm going to chop off your ear if you don't shut up." With that, I attempted to sit up, but I realized I couldn't move.

Uh oh.. for some reason I had the strange feeling that that wasn't a good sign.

"What happened?" I asked groggily, not really sure if I wanted a truthful answer.

"You were knocked off your broom, you idiot." James sounded half amused, half annoyed. Yeahh, some friends.

"Not that moron, I meant Lily."

"Ohhh," said James lazily, "she thinks she owes her life to me, blah, blah.." I heard the glee in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to mask it. What did he think I was,

stupid? Well.. probably.. but still.

Madame Pamare, the one who ran the Hospital Wing, chose this time to emerge from her office. "OUT!" she yelled. After waving bye, the guys were ushered out of the

room, leaving me to stare up at the wonderful ceiling.

I groggily awoke to a familiar voice.

"Ma'am, I'm feeling much better.."

Remus.

Oh for the love of God, what in the world has this boy gone and gotten himself into now?

"Are you sure? Perhaps you should stay a little longer, it's only been a few -"

"It's been 12 hours, I'm fine, really."

They were silent. Finally,

"Okay, Dinner is almost over, though. You'll have to get Professor Dumbledore to get you something.."

Whattt? I must've been laying on that bed for at least six hours! Not cool, dude. Can you say kitchen raid?

"Yes ma'am." I heard footsteps, and then he was gone, leaving me again to my scatterbrained thoughts.

The next morning, I was allowed to leave, but not before enduring both Madame Pamare's indignant muttering ("They shouldn't let girls play that monsterous

excuse of a sport, anyway! What is the world coming to?") and drinking every known potion under the sun. After drinking all them potions, I began to mutter about how bad

my breath would stink; unfortunately, Madame Pamare heard me and forced me to drink yet another "It will cause your breath to smell like mint, dearie, drink up now, good

girl!" She ordered me not to go to Hogsmeade, griped at me some more, and sent me off.

Anyway, I went to the common room as soon as physically possible, knowing that every student over the age of 12 was gone to Hogsmeade. Like that would stop

me. Haha. They could bite me, I was GOING to Hogsmeade.

Luckily, I had been hangin around with the Mauraders long enough to know all the secret passages out of the school and into Hogsmeade. So, after "borrowing"

James's Invisibility Cloak, I set off to Hogsmeade.

After much debate, I decided to use the passage that ended up in Honeyduke's basement. I waited until I couldn't hear anyone, then quickly crept out and blended

in with my fellow classmates in the shop. I slipped out of the shop and made my way to Zonko's, knowing their most loyal customers would be there. Sure enough, Sirius,

James, Remus, and Peter were crowded around some kinda new model of Dungbombs or something.

"Boo." Not suprisingly, all four jumped in the air. I returned James's cloak to him, thanked him, and picked up what they were looking at.

"The Super Dungbomb allows you to choose from three different smells, all of which provide equally satisfying results!" I read aloud. "Nice."

"You're telling me," said Sirius, picking up as many as he could.

James frowned. "Why'd you need the Cloak?"

I explained my situation to him, which caused him to grin. That grin reminded me.

"So, what happened with Lily?"

After Sirius had paid for his purchases, we began walking towards the Three Broomsticks.

"Well," he said, attempting to juggle 3 dungbombs, "after you hit the Bludger at her, I became her knight in armor, just like we had planned.. then we noticed you falling,

Kylie managed to slow you down, and we took you to the Hospital Wing.. Evans actually said thanks to me, then the whole Quidditch team went to check on you.. I

stopped long enough to grab the others, and there you have it." He looked satisfied with himself.

I shook my head. "I'm telling you, that's the lamest plan you have ever had."

He stuck out his tongue at me, then jumped into Sirius and Peter's discussion.

I rolled my eyes, then, for the first time, turned my attention to Remus. I was going to ask him about him being in the Hospital Wing earlier, but decided to wait until we

were in a semi-private place.

Instead, I asked him "Did you rest up?"

He smiled slightly. "Yeah." I fought the urge to yell "Bullshitttttttt." The circles around his eyes were darker than ever, and his skin was paler than the day before. Also, he

had yet another bruise on his arm. Geeze, these guys are violent.

Anyway, we sat down in a booth nearby a window and waited on Madame Rosmerta to come chat. It was while we were waiting that James spotted Severus Snape, a

longtime rival, sitting only four tables away. Naturally, the guys began to put together a plan.

After minutes of debating, we took our places.

"Ready?" called James. We nodded, then each ran in different directions.

First, it was Peter's move. Peter, being short and squat, bulldozed through the people near Snape's table, leaving us a good aim.

Next, Sirius. Because Sirius was not only slim but also tall, he easily made his way through the crowd and stood nearby Snape's table.

Then, James, his pockets loaded with dungbombs, slid a dungbomb underneath Snape's seat.

Finally, it was my and Remus's turn. Because the two of us are the best ones at casting charms, we were the ones to complete the project.

And, trust me, we did.

By the end of our work, Snape had on a pink mini skirt, had vibrant green (and still greasy) hair, and a bikini top with nothing else. Also, something underneath him had

made a rather loud "RIPPPPP" and the dungbomb had mysteriously been set off.

Snape, outraged, stood up to kill somebody, only to find the back of his skirt was tucked under.

"And my nickname is Moony," muttered Remus.

James, Sirius, and I burst out laughing, while Peter was too intent on making sure nothing went wrong. He had no reason to be worried, however. As soon as Snape found

out his skirt was messed up, he reached his hand back to his 'butt' to fix it.. and his hand stuck. Finally, with an almost lazy swish of his wand, James caused Snape to

raise his other hand to his face. Again, that stuck.

So just picture it.. Snape diggin at his crack and pickin his nose while dressed in a pink mini skirt and a bikini top.

I guess you had to have been there to see it.

Either way, it was f'ing funny.

Naturally, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, and Narcissa Black all glared our way, but we couldn't care less. Of course, who decided to come into the pub at that time but..

Lily Evans.

Her face immediately went red as she marched over to James. After a bunch of yelling, she turned and walked out. Sirius and Peter gave James a hard time about it, but I

couldn't help but see James's slightly crestfallen face. This made me decide to work twice as harder on Lily's hating him.