For the Love of Pranks
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, we don't own it. However, the ideas in this story belong to my friend, Garden Gnome, and me, Sploogal
Chapter Three
"Madam Pomfrey, please, you've got to let us talk to him, it's really important!' Sirius got down on his knees and grovelled.
After a nudge from Sirius, James followed suit, and the two of them gave her puppy dog eyes. Madam Pomfrey didn't look too impressed by this, nor did she look too eager to let them in to see Remus, but they were his friends, right? And if anyone could cheer him up, it would be James and Sirius.
"I'll see if he's awake, wait here," sighed Madam Pomfrey, as she shuffled off to check on Remus.
"It's almost midday," exclaimed James, getting to his feet. "Why wouldn't he be awake?"
"Unless we were wrong, and he really is sick? But then, what would he have been doing at the Whomping Willow last night?" Asked a bewildered Sirius.
Madam Pomfrey returned, and ushered the boys inside, pointing out the bed at the end of the hall, which had curtains drawn around it. Sirius and James walked over to the bed, and were shocked and horrified by what they saw: Remus was covered in deep gashes, and colourful bruises, and it looked like he had broken a wrist. In short, he looked like.
"SHIT!!!" Yelled Sirius. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Remus opened his mouth to reply, but James got in first.
"Don't bother," he whispered furiously, his face turning an interesting shade of red. "We already know."
Remus gasped, and looked down, now even more pale. James was mad! He'd never once seen James mad before!
"Wha? How?" He stuttered, his heart sinking. For the first time in his life, he had friends, and now he was going to lose them.
"We saw you go into the Whomping Willow last night." Said Sirius.
"Imagine how you'd feel, if someone you'd thought was your friend had lied to you for three years!" James spat, and then, in a high pitched voice, he imitated Remus: "Oh, I have to go and visit my sick mother. I have to go to my great Aunt-in-law's second cousin's funeral!" In his normal voice, he finished with "You should have told us the truth."
When James had finished his tirade, it was Sirius' turn to rant, although he didn't rant very much. "James is right, Remus. We're supposed to be your friends. You should have trusted us enough to tell us the truth. Why didn't you?"
Remus had grown more and more pale while James and Sirius had been talking, but when he spoke, his voice was strong, and he sounded quite frustrated. "This is why! All my life I've been shunned, because of what I am. When people find out, they instantly hate me!" He paused, and then continued softly. "You guys were the first friends I ever had, and I didn't want you two to hate me as well."
"Why the hell should we hate you?" Sirius demanded.
"I'm a killer," Remus whispered back, not meeting their eyes.
James and Sirius stared, and Remus thought he would die of embarrassment. Finally, Sirius spoke softly. "Have you ever bitten anyone?"
"No."
James hesitated, not sure if he wanted an answer, but asked his question anyway. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
"No."
"Then how can you say you're a killer, when you've never killed before?" James asked, relieved, but confused.
"I have the potential to be a killer, and I can't control it."
"So? You."
"You've had fifteen minutes, now OUT!" Shrieked Madam Pomfrey, interrupting Sirius in mid-sentence. James and Sirius walked out, grumbling to each other.
To be continued
A/N Well, there it is! The third chapter! The Garden Gnome and I feel that we must apologise for taking so long to update, especially since we've already written seven chapters, but there's a problem: we're both horrible perfectionists, so the chapters end up being edited a million times before they're even typed for the first time!
Thanks to Tom Girl and Kirinki for their reviews! Kirinki, we are going to write a lot more. We're aiming for around ten to fifteen chapters for every year of Hogwarts, if we don't die of old age before they're typed, that is.
In coming chapters, there are pranks (on Snape hehe), Lily/James stuff (sorry to those people who hate this, even the Garden Gnome didn't want me to write it at first, but I just can't help myself, and it is going somewhere!), and a. goldfish? Hehe. goldfish.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, we don't own it. However, the ideas in this story belong to my friend, Garden Gnome, and me, Sploogal
Chapter Three
"Madam Pomfrey, please, you've got to let us talk to him, it's really important!' Sirius got down on his knees and grovelled.
After a nudge from Sirius, James followed suit, and the two of them gave her puppy dog eyes. Madam Pomfrey didn't look too impressed by this, nor did she look too eager to let them in to see Remus, but they were his friends, right? And if anyone could cheer him up, it would be James and Sirius.
"I'll see if he's awake, wait here," sighed Madam Pomfrey, as she shuffled off to check on Remus.
"It's almost midday," exclaimed James, getting to his feet. "Why wouldn't he be awake?"
"Unless we were wrong, and he really is sick? But then, what would he have been doing at the Whomping Willow last night?" Asked a bewildered Sirius.
Madam Pomfrey returned, and ushered the boys inside, pointing out the bed at the end of the hall, which had curtains drawn around it. Sirius and James walked over to the bed, and were shocked and horrified by what they saw: Remus was covered in deep gashes, and colourful bruises, and it looked like he had broken a wrist. In short, he looked like.
"SHIT!!!" Yelled Sirius. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Remus opened his mouth to reply, but James got in first.
"Don't bother," he whispered furiously, his face turning an interesting shade of red. "We already know."
Remus gasped, and looked down, now even more pale. James was mad! He'd never once seen James mad before!
"Wha? How?" He stuttered, his heart sinking. For the first time in his life, he had friends, and now he was going to lose them.
"We saw you go into the Whomping Willow last night." Said Sirius.
"Imagine how you'd feel, if someone you'd thought was your friend had lied to you for three years!" James spat, and then, in a high pitched voice, he imitated Remus: "Oh, I have to go and visit my sick mother. I have to go to my great Aunt-in-law's second cousin's funeral!" In his normal voice, he finished with "You should have told us the truth."
When James had finished his tirade, it was Sirius' turn to rant, although he didn't rant very much. "James is right, Remus. We're supposed to be your friends. You should have trusted us enough to tell us the truth. Why didn't you?"
Remus had grown more and more pale while James and Sirius had been talking, but when he spoke, his voice was strong, and he sounded quite frustrated. "This is why! All my life I've been shunned, because of what I am. When people find out, they instantly hate me!" He paused, and then continued softly. "You guys were the first friends I ever had, and I didn't want you two to hate me as well."
"Why the hell should we hate you?" Sirius demanded.
"I'm a killer," Remus whispered back, not meeting their eyes.
James and Sirius stared, and Remus thought he would die of embarrassment. Finally, Sirius spoke softly. "Have you ever bitten anyone?"
"No."
James hesitated, not sure if he wanted an answer, but asked his question anyway. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
"No."
"Then how can you say you're a killer, when you've never killed before?" James asked, relieved, but confused.
"I have the potential to be a killer, and I can't control it."
"So? You."
"You've had fifteen minutes, now OUT!" Shrieked Madam Pomfrey, interrupting Sirius in mid-sentence. James and Sirius walked out, grumbling to each other.
To be continued
A/N Well, there it is! The third chapter! The Garden Gnome and I feel that we must apologise for taking so long to update, especially since we've already written seven chapters, but there's a problem: we're both horrible perfectionists, so the chapters end up being edited a million times before they're even typed for the first time!
Thanks to Tom Girl and Kirinki for their reviews! Kirinki, we are going to write a lot more. We're aiming for around ten to fifteen chapters for every year of Hogwarts, if we don't die of old age before they're typed, that is.
In coming chapters, there are pranks (on Snape hehe), Lily/James stuff (sorry to those people who hate this, even the Garden Gnome didn't want me to write it at first, but I just can't help myself, and it is going somewhere!), and a. goldfish? Hehe. goldfish.