Author's Notes: Well heres the third chapter, *hugs* to everyone who reviewed so far. You guys are the best! I still would love to know what everyone thinks of the fic. I'm basically only writing it to amuse myself while I try and get over the writers block that is plaguing me over my other fics. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
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Dumbledore's strange yet wonderful Office.
3rd September 1977. 12:37pm
To Mister Prongs,
I will not tell lies. I will not tell lies. I will not tell lies. I will not tell lies, this really is a waste of time...
Greetings and salutations, and my most humblest apologies for jumping to conclusions. If you haven't noticed I have been moved to a warmer and more interesting position than Wikepins dungeon after someone remembered that I was still writing lines (funny how Wikepin conveniently forgot before heading off to bed) anyway rest assured you will be joining me soon enough and together we can deny to the fair and noble headmaster that we took no part in tonight's events.
Now regarding our two resident pink bunny rabbits, and the events leading up to our present situations. While I would like to be able to say that I knew all along that Snape has dreamt about becoming a bunny since his childhood... since recieving your wonderful letter I have become very aware of whom was tonight's culprit. Though I can already tell you that you are not going to be happy - that is if you believe your dear old friend - about the suspect.
I really cannot believe I was so blind. You'd think that after seeing Mr. Wormtail give away so many pranks I'd be well trained in figuring out who was hiding such secrets. But nevertheless I too have made your mistake but you may not hold it against me because I had good reason.
So you want to know who pulled last nights prank? Well think of the person least likely to have committed the act (apart from the teachers). Did not little green eyes float into your head then? Well if she didn't she should have because there is none other in Hogwarts who didn't like the fact that you spend your days torturing Snape and Malfoy (didn't you hear? Shes started a 'Save the Slytherins' group whom are rallying for the Marauders acception of the Slytherins as human beings)
Now before you write a ridiculous letter back saying that the little scra- erm- 'angel' would never ever do that, you have to at least hear out what I have to say.
While I am still thinking of a way to punish myself for not listening to my subconscious tell me that Lily Evans had looked a little edgy earlier in the evening, and how she had seemed, just a tad, overeager as she dragged the Potions Master and the ex- pink rabbit over to where I was silently doing my Herbology assignment. Though my subconscious doesn't make an argument.
This on the other hand does. Is there anyone else in the school, apart from you, myself or a certain wolf (who would not commit an act without you or I) that has the ability to turn a fellow student into a bunny?
And if that isn't enough for you - I saw her read the spell! - now don't jump on the fact that I was talking to your one true love without you protecting her from my irresistible charm (must I remind you once again that I already have a beautiful and wonderful girlfriend) because that is not the point, the point is that I know she was the guilty in that particular act.
What you want to do and say from here is your call, I suppose, though I do think I'd find an incredible amount of amusement from holding that fact against her, especially after all those lectures that we had the glorious pleasure of listening to.
I'm not sure this will reach you before Dumbledore does, but the bird - that may of once an owl - still seems content with the deal we have going. I do (only slightly) hope you have not fallen asleep,
awaiting your arrival,
Mr Padfoot.