Chapter 9- Red Headed Demon
"James, Sirius! Where are you?!" Remus said, walking around the Gryffindor Common room. "We're going to be late!"
"No we're not...we have another 10 minutes to get there!" James called out from the secret passage. Remus sighed and pushed the Lion's paw, for it to open.
There was James and Sirius, sitting with a ball of fire in their hands.
"Look! We made Bluebell flames!" Sirius said. "Now we can do pranks night and day!"
"What about getting caught? If you light yourself up, you're going to be caught faster!" Peter said, behind Remus. They had been looking for the other two for about 20 minutes, and were getting scared that Snape had taken them captive or something odd like that.
"And what are you doing in there, anyways?" Remus asked.
"I wanted to see how bright the fire could get." James said, simply. He got up, dusted himself off, and distinguished the bluebell flame with a tap of his wand.
"I'm good.." James said, beaming. "Now, we can get that slimeball back."
"And his little dog too!" Sirius said. James looked at him oddly. "A muggle movie. My cousin Andromeda told me about it. She saw it with her dad."
"Really?" James said. He got the impression that the entire Black family was a bunch of nutters from the way Sirius hated them.
"Oh, they're my favorite relatives. Uncle Alphard and Andromeda are real nice to me, but my aunt and her other daughters are exactly the way a Black is supposed to be: a giant git. Narcissa and Bellatrix are both here now. Slytherin."
"Listen, as much as we would love to hear about your family-really, we would-we're gonna be late. And I don't want another detention. I've had enough of those in the past week." Remus said. James and Sirius just shrugged and walked to charms.
~*~
"Professor, could you show us that incantation one more time?" Peter said, making Flitwick look at him for the first time all class. Which was not unusual, seeing as it had only been 10 minutes...
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Flitwick said, causing a feather to float in midair.
"Windargium...no, uh.." Peter struggled as James prepared to amaze Flitwick like he had McGonagall.
"Wingardium Leviosa." James said, and pointed to his feather.
But nothing happened.
"Well, try again, Mr. Potter. Not many people can do something like this on their first try." Flitwick said, as James looked in astonishment that it had not worked.
"James, James, James, let me show you how it's done." Sirius said, and repeated the spell. Again, nothing happened.
James was bursting with laughter as Sirius blushed a deep red.
"You're both doing it wrong, I hope you know." Lily Evans said. James still hadn't forgiven her, and was not even listening.
Sirius, on the other hand, had been intrigued.
"Oh yeah?" Sirius said. "Go on then."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Lily Evans said politely, and the feather flew up and started doing a sort of dance, according to where the witch pointed her wand.
Both James and Sirius were looking very disgruntled by the end of class.
"Listen," Remus said, "You can't be good at everything."
"No, you listen." Sirius said, turning sharply and staring at Remus avidly, "I am a Black. I am good at everything. No exceptions."
The three other boys looked oddly curious as Sirius' mood swiftly changed.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "Got a bit carried away."
"No, it's fine. Little miss show-off. I'll get her one day." James said, remembering the previous scene. He growled a bit and smiled evily.
"Time for another prank?" Remus asked, dreading the answer.
"Time to show the power of 'Wingardium Leviosa'." James replied. He smirked at Sirius.
~*~
That day was their first Herbology lesson, which was with the Hufflepuffs. They didn't know anyone in Hufflepuff, and so were oddly satisfied when no one tried to befriend them. The boys were on a mission, and not one easily tarnished.
"OK, remember the spell."
"Wingardium Leviosa. We just learned it-what-ten minutes ago?"
"Shut up, James."
"You shut up, Sirius-"
"No, you shut-"
"Are we having a problem here, boys?" The Professor, a witch with mousey brown hair,said.
"No, mam." The two boys chorused.
"Good." And as she turned, they grinned at each other, and aimed their wands at the end of Lily Evans' skirt.
"Wingardium Leviosa." They both whispered and watched as the effect took place.
"OH MY! MISS EVANS! PULL DOWN YOUR SKIRT IMMEDIATELY!" As the entire class was flashed by Lily Evan's red panties, James and Sirius were laughing hysterically. They didn't care what happened later at the moment. They were too caught up in congratulating themselves on a job well done.
Too caught up to realize that the Professor was staring directly at them.
When the laughter finally did subside, the two boys looked up into angry eyes.
They knew they were in trouble. Again.
After the class, having lost Gryffindor another 20 points, and another owl to their houses, they went off to supper.
Both boys believed that day had been highly successful.
~*~
The next day, however, they were both in for a terrible surprise.
They were in the Great Hall, and the owls came in as usual to bring in the mail. Aas first years, the four boys were fascinated by the specticle and always looked up to watch.
Unfortunately, two of the owls came flying towards both James and Sirius.
James was a normal letter, but Sirius got-
"Oh no, a Howler..." Sirius said, looking very pale. He opened it, hoping it not to be too bad, and-
"YOU DISGRACE! YOU BRAT! UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR OF MY FLESH!
IT'S NOT SO MUCH THAT YOU HAD TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR, BUT TO BEFIREND A HALFBLOOD, AND A POTTER! YOU MAY NOT KNOW, BUT THE POTTERS ARE THE WORST SCUM YOU WILL EVER LAY YOUR EYES ON! YOU TRAITOR! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO GO UP THERE AND TAKE YOU OUT OF THAT WRETCHED SCHOOL. MAYBE DURMSTRANG WOULD BE BETTER SUITED FOR YOU.
NO, YOU DON'T DESERVE DURMSTRANG! DRESSED IN THE CLOTHING YOUR MOTHER AND I BOUGHT YOU, FED BY THE FOOD WE BOUGHT YOU, AND YOU REPAY US WITH MUDBLOOD FRIENDSHIPS! YOU WERE A DISAPOINTMENT FROM THE DAY YOU WERE BORN! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HORRID LITTLE BRAT! DON'T EXPECT TO COME BACK HERE AND NOT GET A FLOGGING YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!
HORRIBLE DISGRACE! NEVER CONTACT US AGAIN! IF WE GET ONE MORE LETTER CONCERNING YOU, WE WILL CHUCK YOU AND THE LETTERS IN THE FIRE!
WHAT AN EXAMPLE FOR YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. YOU ARE GOING TO END UP LIKE YOUR UNCLE. DISOWNED FROM A REGAL FAMILY SUCH AS THE BLACKS. MOST ARE PROUD TO BE IN OUR FAMILY, YET YOU ARE SOME KIND OF DERANGED BERK, AS YOU CAN'T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL THAT YOU ARE NOT TO ASSOCIATE WITH MUDBLOODS!
DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS! OR EASTER!"
Then, the letter burned up and left Sirius staring at it with big eyes. Normally, a Howler would force everyone to laugh, yet this particular Howler had left the Great Hall in silence.
"Don't feel bad, Sirius. They're nothing but a bunch of nutters." James tried to cheer him up, forgetting his letter for the moment.
"But, what if they're right? I can't go home anymore!" Sirius said, on the verge of tears. James looked around anxiously and scurried Sirius out of the Hall. They found an empty classroom, and soon, Remus and Peter joined them.
"Listen, Sirius. Your parents..." Peter started.
"Well, they're.."
"Horrid gits." James supplied. Sirius smiled. "We should go up there and turn them into slugs!"
"Yeah, then we can pour salt on them!" Remus added.
"And sell them to some resturant in France!" Peter remarked, getting odd looks. "What? It's a delicacy!"
"Well, I suppose...what's your letter say?" Sirius asked James. He shrugged and opened it. What he saw made his eyes widen.
It wasn't from his parents.
"James, Sirius! Where are you?!" Remus said, walking around the Gryffindor Common room. "We're going to be late!"
"No we're not...we have another 10 minutes to get there!" James called out from the secret passage. Remus sighed and pushed the Lion's paw, for it to open.
There was James and Sirius, sitting with a ball of fire in their hands.
"Look! We made Bluebell flames!" Sirius said. "Now we can do pranks night and day!"
"What about getting caught? If you light yourself up, you're going to be caught faster!" Peter said, behind Remus. They had been looking for the other two for about 20 minutes, and were getting scared that Snape had taken them captive or something odd like that.
"And what are you doing in there, anyways?" Remus asked.
"I wanted to see how bright the fire could get." James said, simply. He got up, dusted himself off, and distinguished the bluebell flame with a tap of his wand.
"I'm good.." James said, beaming. "Now, we can get that slimeball back."
"And his little dog too!" Sirius said. James looked at him oddly. "A muggle movie. My cousin Andromeda told me about it. She saw it with her dad."
"Really?" James said. He got the impression that the entire Black family was a bunch of nutters from the way Sirius hated them.
"Oh, they're my favorite relatives. Uncle Alphard and Andromeda are real nice to me, but my aunt and her other daughters are exactly the way a Black is supposed to be: a giant git. Narcissa and Bellatrix are both here now. Slytherin."
"Listen, as much as we would love to hear about your family-really, we would-we're gonna be late. And I don't want another detention. I've had enough of those in the past week." Remus said. James and Sirius just shrugged and walked to charms.
~*~
"Professor, could you show us that incantation one more time?" Peter said, making Flitwick look at him for the first time all class. Which was not unusual, seeing as it had only been 10 minutes...
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Flitwick said, causing a feather to float in midair.
"Windargium...no, uh.." Peter struggled as James prepared to amaze Flitwick like he had McGonagall.
"Wingardium Leviosa." James said, and pointed to his feather.
But nothing happened.
"Well, try again, Mr. Potter. Not many people can do something like this on their first try." Flitwick said, as James looked in astonishment that it had not worked.
"James, James, James, let me show you how it's done." Sirius said, and repeated the spell. Again, nothing happened.
James was bursting with laughter as Sirius blushed a deep red.
"You're both doing it wrong, I hope you know." Lily Evans said. James still hadn't forgiven her, and was not even listening.
Sirius, on the other hand, had been intrigued.
"Oh yeah?" Sirius said. "Go on then."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Lily Evans said politely, and the feather flew up and started doing a sort of dance, according to where the witch pointed her wand.
Both James and Sirius were looking very disgruntled by the end of class.
"Listen," Remus said, "You can't be good at everything."
"No, you listen." Sirius said, turning sharply and staring at Remus avidly, "I am a Black. I am good at everything. No exceptions."
The three other boys looked oddly curious as Sirius' mood swiftly changed.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "Got a bit carried away."
"No, it's fine. Little miss show-off. I'll get her one day." James said, remembering the previous scene. He growled a bit and smiled evily.
"Time for another prank?" Remus asked, dreading the answer.
"Time to show the power of 'Wingardium Leviosa'." James replied. He smirked at Sirius.
~*~
That day was their first Herbology lesson, which was with the Hufflepuffs. They didn't know anyone in Hufflepuff, and so were oddly satisfied when no one tried to befriend them. The boys were on a mission, and not one easily tarnished.
"OK, remember the spell."
"Wingardium Leviosa. We just learned it-what-ten minutes ago?"
"Shut up, James."
"You shut up, Sirius-"
"No, you shut-"
"Are we having a problem here, boys?" The Professor, a witch with mousey brown hair,said.
"No, mam." The two boys chorused.
"Good." And as she turned, they grinned at each other, and aimed their wands at the end of Lily Evans' skirt.
"Wingardium Leviosa." They both whispered and watched as the effect took place.
"OH MY! MISS EVANS! PULL DOWN YOUR SKIRT IMMEDIATELY!" As the entire class was flashed by Lily Evan's red panties, James and Sirius were laughing hysterically. They didn't care what happened later at the moment. They were too caught up in congratulating themselves on a job well done.
Too caught up to realize that the Professor was staring directly at them.
When the laughter finally did subside, the two boys looked up into angry eyes.
They knew they were in trouble. Again.
After the class, having lost Gryffindor another 20 points, and another owl to their houses, they went off to supper.
Both boys believed that day had been highly successful.
~*~
The next day, however, they were both in for a terrible surprise.
They were in the Great Hall, and the owls came in as usual to bring in the mail. Aas first years, the four boys were fascinated by the specticle and always looked up to watch.
Unfortunately, two of the owls came flying towards both James and Sirius.
James was a normal letter, but Sirius got-
"Oh no, a Howler..." Sirius said, looking very pale. He opened it, hoping it not to be too bad, and-
"YOU DISGRACE! YOU BRAT! UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR OF MY FLESH!
IT'S NOT SO MUCH THAT YOU HAD TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR, BUT TO BEFIREND A HALFBLOOD, AND A POTTER! YOU MAY NOT KNOW, BUT THE POTTERS ARE THE WORST SCUM YOU WILL EVER LAY YOUR EYES ON! YOU TRAITOR! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO GO UP THERE AND TAKE YOU OUT OF THAT WRETCHED SCHOOL. MAYBE DURMSTRANG WOULD BE BETTER SUITED FOR YOU.
NO, YOU DON'T DESERVE DURMSTRANG! DRESSED IN THE CLOTHING YOUR MOTHER AND I BOUGHT YOU, FED BY THE FOOD WE BOUGHT YOU, AND YOU REPAY US WITH MUDBLOOD FRIENDSHIPS! YOU WERE A DISAPOINTMENT FROM THE DAY YOU WERE BORN! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HORRID LITTLE BRAT! DON'T EXPECT TO COME BACK HERE AND NOT GET A FLOGGING YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!
HORRIBLE DISGRACE! NEVER CONTACT US AGAIN! IF WE GET ONE MORE LETTER CONCERNING YOU, WE WILL CHUCK YOU AND THE LETTERS IN THE FIRE!
WHAT AN EXAMPLE FOR YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. YOU ARE GOING TO END UP LIKE YOUR UNCLE. DISOWNED FROM A REGAL FAMILY SUCH AS THE BLACKS. MOST ARE PROUD TO BE IN OUR FAMILY, YET YOU ARE SOME KIND OF DERANGED BERK, AS YOU CAN'T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL THAT YOU ARE NOT TO ASSOCIATE WITH MUDBLOODS!
DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS! OR EASTER!"
Then, the letter burned up and left Sirius staring at it with big eyes. Normally, a Howler would force everyone to laugh, yet this particular Howler had left the Great Hall in silence.
"Don't feel bad, Sirius. They're nothing but a bunch of nutters." James tried to cheer him up, forgetting his letter for the moment.
"But, what if they're right? I can't go home anymore!" Sirius said, on the verge of tears. James looked around anxiously and scurried Sirius out of the Hall. They found an empty classroom, and soon, Remus and Peter joined them.
"Listen, Sirius. Your parents..." Peter started.
"Well, they're.."
"Horrid gits." James supplied. Sirius smiled. "We should go up there and turn them into slugs!"
"Yeah, then we can pour salt on them!" Remus added.
"And sell them to some resturant in France!" Peter remarked, getting odd looks. "What? It's a delicacy!"
"Well, I suppose...what's your letter say?" Sirius asked James. He shrugged and opened it. What he saw made his eyes widen.
It wasn't from his parents.