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Chapter 11- Four Months Later
The new group of 1st year Gryffindor's could not believe when the snow started to fall on the grounds of Hogwarts. After all, hadn't they just gotten there? For the first couple of weeks, a group of boys could be seen bewitching snowballs to sing horribly out-of-tune Christmas carols, and when Thanksgiving came around (an American holiday Peter had heard about), they made a paper turkey gobble and tell jokes in an American accent.
"What do you call a vulgar accent mixed with a British accent?" The turkey said, "American!" (an-sorry....Chitty chitty bang bang jokes...)
All the boys laughed at this one, and the turkey kept going.
"Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the smell of Snivellus!"
Soon, the castle was filled with excitement. It was almost Christmas, and that meant no school.
And also, presents...but no school ruled over everything else to 11 year olds.
A week before the holidays, the boys were talking about their plans for the holidays.
"I'm going skiing!" Peter said. The other boys laughed.
"Can you imagine Peter on skis?" Sirius said, almost toppling over his chair.
"You probably look like a giant snowman trying to pee!" James said, jumping up and impersonating what that would look like.
"Wow, James, you have an interesting imagination." Remus said, laughing.
"I do not!" Peter said, a little too late. He had been imagining James on skis. "I bet you couldn't ski to save your life!"
"Oh yeah! I'm a great skiier!" James said.
"Really? Is that a challange?" Peter said, laughing. He had an idea.
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"Where did you get these, Pete?" James said, looking at the skis.
"Well, you can't go skiing without skis. And I happen to love skiing, so they go everywhere with me." Peter said, blushing. Sirius looked at him sideways, a little scared.
"That's....odd, Peter..." Sirius. "Aw, Peter sounds so formal....can we just call you PP?"
"What?" Peter said, turning suddenly. "NO!"
"OK, PP!" James said, putting on the skis. They were on a hill that led to the Quidditch pitch (an-I know there is no hill, but can we possibly have one that removes itself after this chapter? Thank you) and he was about to ski down the hill.
He flew down before PP could stop him.
"See?!" James called from the skis, "I AM THE-" Which is when he slammed into a tree.
"Oh GOD!" Peter said, not wanting that to happen. "I am so sorry! Are you ok?!" He ran down to James, who was lying in the snow, assumedly uncounscious.
Peter was getting into a right panicky state when James let up on his little joke.
He started to laugh, and when he sat up, Peter screamed.
"I should kill you!" He said.
"You already tried..." Sirius said.
"And look, it worked." Remus laughed, pointing to James nose, which was bleeding heavily.
"Oh no. I' m so sorry!" Peter said, making a much bigger fuss than was needed.
"It's ok, PP, we'll go to Madame Pomfrey and she'll fix it in seconds." James said, realizing a bit too late his nose was bleeding.
"What if it's broken?" Peter said, and James looked curious.
"I thought you weren't muggle born." Sirius said, voicing James' thoughts.
"Well, I told you that, yes..." He said, blushing again, "But it was only because I heard your dad saying those things, and I heard all about the discrimination between pure-bloods and muggle-borns. I did my reading!" He finished proudly, as if he'd never to any reading again.
"OK, fine, can we please get to Madame Pomfrey. This is starting to hurt a bit." James said, standing. He needed Sirius' help to walk up the hill, skis on and all.
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"Skiing?!" Madame Pomfrey said. "What possesed you to go skiing?!"
"A dare. I told Peter I could ski." James said.
"And can you?" She asked.
"Well, it looks easier than it is." James said, grinning sheepishly. Of course, Madame Pomfrey had already fixed his nose, she was just enjoying the presence of a funny little boy like James Potter. She'd heard things about him, and wanted to see if Minerva had any reason to be exasperated with the first-year already. So far, Madame Ponfrey had no clue what she was talking about. James seemed like a nice boy, and his friend, Sirius, seemed like a nice boy, too. If only she knew...
"Did you even know what 'skiing' is?" Madame Pomfrey replied, wondering what he knew from the muggle world.
"Well....it's obviously a sport...on two sticks. But I don't see what's fun about it anymore." He said, rubbing his nose. Sirius snorted. "Do you know what it is?"
"Of course not. I was just playing along." Sirius said, laughing. "But it was funny. Watching you fall and all. Hey, we need to get PP back."
"Yeah, we do." James said, looking at Peter, who was cringing at the thought. Remus had unexpectedly left them, saying that he had to get something form his dorm.
"Oh, now don't too anything too harsh. You don't want detention right before the holidays." Madame Pomfrey said.
"Oh, we won't get detention. Not for this..." James grinned.
The boys walked out, Peter behind the other two, not knowing that revenge could be a five letter word.
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Like? Huh? Please, review and tell me if you like it. Because it's fun to get the reviews....it's cool. Even when they're bad...hehehe...please? Oh, and yeah...as you can see, Peter is going to be a part of this quite a bit, because I do not believe that what he did in the HP books, has any coorlation with what he was like back then, although...if you notice, they're a bit cruel to him. That will affect what happens in the end.
Chapter 11- Four Months Later
The new group of 1st year Gryffindor's could not believe when the snow started to fall on the grounds of Hogwarts. After all, hadn't they just gotten there? For the first couple of weeks, a group of boys could be seen bewitching snowballs to sing horribly out-of-tune Christmas carols, and when Thanksgiving came around (an American holiday Peter had heard about), they made a paper turkey gobble and tell jokes in an American accent.
"What do you call a vulgar accent mixed with a British accent?" The turkey said, "American!" (an-sorry....Chitty chitty bang bang jokes...)
All the boys laughed at this one, and the turkey kept going.
"Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the smell of Snivellus!"
Soon, the castle was filled with excitement. It was almost Christmas, and that meant no school.
And also, presents...but no school ruled over everything else to 11 year olds.
A week before the holidays, the boys were talking about their plans for the holidays.
"I'm going skiing!" Peter said. The other boys laughed.
"Can you imagine Peter on skis?" Sirius said, almost toppling over his chair.
"You probably look like a giant snowman trying to pee!" James said, jumping up and impersonating what that would look like.
"Wow, James, you have an interesting imagination." Remus said, laughing.
"I do not!" Peter said, a little too late. He had been imagining James on skis. "I bet you couldn't ski to save your life!"
"Oh yeah! I'm a great skiier!" James said.
"Really? Is that a challange?" Peter said, laughing. He had an idea.
~*~
"Where did you get these, Pete?" James said, looking at the skis.
"Well, you can't go skiing without skis. And I happen to love skiing, so they go everywhere with me." Peter said, blushing. Sirius looked at him sideways, a little scared.
"That's....odd, Peter..." Sirius. "Aw, Peter sounds so formal....can we just call you PP?"
"What?" Peter said, turning suddenly. "NO!"
"OK, PP!" James said, putting on the skis. They were on a hill that led to the Quidditch pitch (an-I know there is no hill, but can we possibly have one that removes itself after this chapter? Thank you) and he was about to ski down the hill.
He flew down before PP could stop him.
"See?!" James called from the skis, "I AM THE-" Which is when he slammed into a tree.
"Oh GOD!" Peter said, not wanting that to happen. "I am so sorry! Are you ok?!" He ran down to James, who was lying in the snow, assumedly uncounscious.
Peter was getting into a right panicky state when James let up on his little joke.
He started to laugh, and when he sat up, Peter screamed.
"I should kill you!" He said.
"You already tried..." Sirius said.
"And look, it worked." Remus laughed, pointing to James nose, which was bleeding heavily.
"Oh no. I' m so sorry!" Peter said, making a much bigger fuss than was needed.
"It's ok, PP, we'll go to Madame Pomfrey and she'll fix it in seconds." James said, realizing a bit too late his nose was bleeding.
"What if it's broken?" Peter said, and James looked curious.
"I thought you weren't muggle born." Sirius said, voicing James' thoughts.
"Well, I told you that, yes..." He said, blushing again, "But it was only because I heard your dad saying those things, and I heard all about the discrimination between pure-bloods and muggle-borns. I did my reading!" He finished proudly, as if he'd never to any reading again.
"OK, fine, can we please get to Madame Pomfrey. This is starting to hurt a bit." James said, standing. He needed Sirius' help to walk up the hill, skis on and all.
~*~
"Skiing?!" Madame Pomfrey said. "What possesed you to go skiing?!"
"A dare. I told Peter I could ski." James said.
"And can you?" She asked.
"Well, it looks easier than it is." James said, grinning sheepishly. Of course, Madame Pomfrey had already fixed his nose, she was just enjoying the presence of a funny little boy like James Potter. She'd heard things about him, and wanted to see if Minerva had any reason to be exasperated with the first-year already. So far, Madame Ponfrey had no clue what she was talking about. James seemed like a nice boy, and his friend, Sirius, seemed like a nice boy, too. If only she knew...
"Did you even know what 'skiing' is?" Madame Pomfrey replied, wondering what he knew from the muggle world.
"Well....it's obviously a sport...on two sticks. But I don't see what's fun about it anymore." He said, rubbing his nose. Sirius snorted. "Do you know what it is?"
"Of course not. I was just playing along." Sirius said, laughing. "But it was funny. Watching you fall and all. Hey, we need to get PP back."
"Yeah, we do." James said, looking at Peter, who was cringing at the thought. Remus had unexpectedly left them, saying that he had to get something form his dorm.
"Oh, now don't too anything too harsh. You don't want detention right before the holidays." Madame Pomfrey said.
"Oh, we won't get detention. Not for this..." James grinned.
The boys walked out, Peter behind the other two, not knowing that revenge could be a five letter word.
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Like? Huh? Please, review and tell me if you like it. Because it's fun to get the reviews....it's cool. Even when they're bad...hehehe...please? Oh, and yeah...as you can see, Peter is going to be a part of this quite a bit, because I do not believe that what he did in the HP books, has any coorlation with what he was like back then, although...if you notice, they're a bit cruel to him. That will affect what happens in the end.