Times of the Past Alyssa's Story Chapter 5: Sirius's Prank, a harry potter fanfic

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So, James and Lily had been going out for almost a month when Sirius almost killed Snivellous sp.

I mean, Sirius pulled some gay prank that could've ended up in Snape's being ripped to a billion peices.

Now, I don't like Snape, but I would never.. you know.. lure him into a room with a werewolf.

And, Sirius being the retard he is, did just that.

Butttt, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start from the beginning.

So, for the past few weeks, Snape suddenly became interested in why Remus disapeared as frequently as he did. Well, he is all wrapped up in DADA, so it didn't take him long to figure out Remus's little.. problem.

And naturally, being who he is, Snape taunted Sirius.. and threatened to tell everyone.

And naturally, Sirius kicked his ass.

But then, Sirius decided to do the lowest thing I'd ever seen or heard him do.

He told Snape how to get into the Shrieking Shack.

Dumbass.

Well, Snape, being a nosy little grease head, decided he was going to check it out for himself.

The only thing I can say about it is its a good thing James found out about it before it happened.

"Lyssa," he gasped, grabbing me as I was on my way to back from dinner to the dorms. It was already night, and I knew Remus had already transformed.

"James Potter," I growled, struggling to get free as he literally drug me by my arm out of the castle and towards the Whomping Willow, "you know as well as I do that, unlike you, I have this little thing called UNABLE TO TRANSFORM INTO A 4 LEGGED CREA-"

"Lyssa," he said in a tone equal to mine, "shut up."

I guess I was surprised by that, because it did what he had wanted; I didn't say a word until we froze. The Whomping Willow was already still.

Cursing loudly, James threw his Invisibility Cloak over me and pushed me away from the entrance to the Shrieking Shack. Then he dissapeared within it.

I silently cursed him so long I was saying things even I had never heard of.

Within the Shack, I heard random cussing, a few yells, and Remus's.. shrieking.

I heard voices behind me and saw Sirius and Peter coming towards where I was standing. Quickly, I pulled off the cloak.

"Lyssa," said Sirius in surprise, "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"I honestly have no clue," I said shortly, "but James Potter is going to die." I began explaining what had happened when James emerged from the Whomping Willow.. with Snape.

SNAPE!

Before I could say anything, James tackled Sirius and punched him in the mouth.

Whaaaaaa?

Peter and Snape looked just as taken off gaurd as I was.

"YOU!" yelled James, "YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM!" James landed another punch. Sirius attempted to fight back, but James had him pinned down. Sirius couldn't move.

"WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?" Sirius managed to wring one of his arms free.

"YOU USED MOONY YOU-" They jumped apart as if they had been shocked. Then, from the right, Dumbledore emerged with his wand out.

"I think we had better go to my office," he said calmly. Now I knew why James had wanted me to wear the cloak.

"You too, Ms. Kaufman," Dumbledore said politely.

Damn it.

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We waited in that damned office all night, until morning came, when Remus, looking very tired and miserable, was brought into the office with us. Professer McGonagall sat to the right of us. The rest of us were sitting in a row in front of Dumbledore's desk.

Now, we were 5 teenagers (6 counting Remus) and an old bat that had not had any sleep, so you can only imagine the tempers in the room. Dumbledore had been careful to seat us teens where we were least likely to rip each other's eyes out. James was first, then Peter, then Snape, then me, then Sirius. Remus was placed next to James.

"Now then," said Dumbledore cheerfully, emerging from his bedroom in his pajamas, "I believe some of us have some explaining to do."

Sirius was interrogated first. Throughout the whole thing, he didn't look at anybody, so he didn't see the constant looks of dissapointment that Remus was giving him. I wanted to ask Dumbledore if I could at least give the guy a HUG, but I had a feeling that would quickly be shot down.

After Sirius told his side of the story, Snape was next. Snape told how Sirius had persuaded him to follow Remus down to the Shrieking Shack. Yeah, right.

Finally, after James and Peter told their stories, it was my turn.

Now, I didn't think I had done anything wrong, but I guess they figured they should interview me if they did it to everyone else (with the exception of Remus).

"Why did you go to the Whomping Willow?" Dumbledore's eyes were kind, I guess telling me I wasn't going to be locked in a basement for talking or anything.

"James.. um.. pulled me along with him." I didn't want to make it sound like James was tryin to rape me or anything.

"And you were wearing his invisibility cloak, I'm guessing?" I nodded.

He interviewed me a little longer, then sent all but Remus and Snape out into the hallway.

We were silent as we waited, but I saw the death glares James was sending to Sirius.

After what seemed like years, Snape, Remus, and Professor McGonagall came out of Dumbledore's office.

"He wants to see you," Professor McGonagall said. I nodded.

Remus glanced at me. I tried as hard as physically possible to muster a reassuring look in my eyes, but I figure it turned out looking like I was constipated.

Oh, well.

I went back into Dumbledore's office, to see him standing over his Pensieve.

"Welcome back, Ms. Kaufman," he said, taking his place again at his desk. I bit my lip and nodded. "Now," he continued, "this is more of a personal question, and if you don't wish to answer, that is up to you."

Staring at the floor, I nodded again, feeling strangely like a bobble-head doll.

Dumbledore's floor has a very nice carpet design, I observed.

"How long have you and Mr. Lupin been romantically involved?"

I glanced up sharply, not expecting such a.. blunt.. question. I certainly don't have discussions with Headmasters about my love life daily, that's for sure.

But then, this is Dumbledore.

"Romantically involved?" I choked. "Um, we're.. not.."

His eyes glistened. "I saw the two of you at the Yule Ball."

Why can't he be as blind as all the other old bastards his age?

Damn it.

"Uhh.." I had no clue what to say to get me outta that one. P.D.A. (A/N : Public Displays of Affection) was strictly not allowed..

I was screwed.

Again.

Luckily, though, Dumbledore smiled (or smirked?) and stared up at the ceiling. "I saw nothing." Then, his face became serious.

"You know of Lord Voldemort, I assume?"

Don't assume, it makes an ass outta yo.. I know, that's old.

"Yessir.." Another bastard who wants to rule the world single handedly..

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "And what do you think of him?"

I shrugged. "I figure as long as I'm at Hogwarts, I'm safe."

He nodded, then held my eye. "Alyssa, you are Muggle-born. You have best friends who are considered traitors to their Dark family (Mr. Black), who's family are known for 'loving' Muggle-borns and Muggles (Mr. Potter), a half-blood (Mr. Pettigrew), a werewolf (Mr. Lupin) and another muggle-born (Ms. Evans). Now, with you being a Muggle-born, I'm sure you have heard of Hitler?"

I nodded.

"Then you are familiar with Hitler's beliefs that only people with certain traits and of a certain religion are worth living. Hitler murdered many, wanting a world full of only blonde haired-blue eyed children, when in the end, it turned out that Hitler, himself, was part of the race that he was trying to kill. Lord Voldemort, Ms. Kaufman, is the same way. Voldemort believes only pure-blooded wizards should be allowed to live.. when he, himself, is like Hitler."

He paused to let his words sink in.

"Do you mean, sir, that Voldemort is a half-blood?"

Dumbledore smiled, then changed the subject.

Damn old farts.

"Anyway, Ms. Kaufman, I just want to warn you that being involved with Mr. Lupin.." Dumbledore sighed, and for once looked as old as he actually was. "Lord Voldemort, Alyssa, is steadily rising to power." I nodded. "He already has many of the giants on his side, and his new target is.. werewolves."

What was he trying to tell me?

"Ms. Kaufman, you must realize, that Remus will be on his list of werewolves to recruit."

"Yessir.."

"Have you ever heard of the Order of the Phoenix?"

I shook my head, wondering why it mattered.

"The Order of the Phoenix consists of a few witches and wizards who are working together against the Dark Lord. I'm telling you this because I feel I can trust you, Alyssa. Mr. Potter's parents are just a few of the wizarding families that are involved in the Order."

"Sir," I said, not wanting to sound rude, but not really getting his point, "What does this have to do with me?"

Now Dumbledore looked impatient. "Alyssa, listen to me.. In the near future, you will be faced with not only prejudism, but many other difficulties. The Order is going to do everything they can to keep you and your friends safe, but you must realize that you will be forced, in the end, to fight. Remember, Alyssa, always stand up for what you believe, and don't waver for anybody." He almost looked desperate, as if pleading for me to understand.

"Yes, sir," I said softly. I still didn't understand what he was trying to tell me, but I figured I would find out.

He looked at me sadly. "Thank you for your time," he said, dismissing me. I turned and walked out, but not before seeing him wearily close his eyes and sighing.