Chapter IV – Old Snivellous, at it again; originally written by SB

"oh ok" Sirius said unsure what to honestly think. "Wait, Quirrell? Isn't he that Ravenclaw bloke in our year who is scared of his own shadow? Remus said.

"Well it could be..." Harry spoke. "Who else is in your year?" Ron asked Lily, "There's Gilderoy Lockhart, Frank Longbottom, Alice Fortescue, Severus". "Snivellous Lily get it right" Sirius interrupted Lily, soon noticing a Snape look alike walk towards them.

"Wait is that old man Snivellous" Sirius laughed his head off, "His hair looks the same as usual". "Lupin! What's going on? Why are there... smaller versions of you, your gang and lily?" said quite sternly. Sirius muttering, "I don't even get how he got this job" then noticing glare directly at him. "Black, you are aware I'm currently older than you? I can give you detention now." He spoke.

"Maybe we can get older then u OLD SNIVELLOUS GO GET A PROPER PAIR OF ROBES ON OR YOU'LL CATCH A COLD" Sirius teased, laughing his head off.

"Sirius!" Lily said motioning to shut up. "how was your dress up day anyway?" Sirius continued. "I know it was you, Black!". "it was James, Snivellous".

"can I ask something though?" Sirius actually said as if he actually wanted to make an actual conversation. "fine". "why is everyone staring at me and muttering about Azkaban?".

soon explains everything about Sirius's older self. "you got to be kidding me! I would never!", "Sirius would rather die then betray me!" James argued.

"a bit over imaginative, but still" Sirius said quite seriously, Lily then glaring at .

"It must have been Peter! He's more likely the type to do that!" James continued. "It is hard to said but it could be true" Lily said.

"so why are we here anyway? Do we just hang out in this world or something casually?".

"It must be to read!" James actually said being smart. "OMG a marauder wanted to read for once that ISN'T REMUS!" Lily spoke quite loudly. "HEY! I read sometimes!". Sirius laughs, "sometimes".

"Hey Moony what chapter did you start reading from before Snivellous interrupted rudely?" James asked Remus. "Chapter 12?". Sirius whinned, "are we still just going to stand here?".

"Read from where we left off, moony" James said. soon began reading once again, "Rems: The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again. No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.

"I guess Snivellous really is a terrible Prof" Sirius teased.

"He's a great bloody git" Ron spoke, Lily slapping her left hand on her head, "Enough you two but I kinda agree he wouldn't be a good professor" Lily said.

"Harry, do you play quidditch?" James questioned his so called 'son'. "yeah?". "What position do you play?". "Seeker why?", Sirius butted in, "Boooooooooooooooo that's the position my brother plays". "I'm a keeper and the twins are beaters" Ron said. Ginny walked back past the group, "what about me you git" she said.

"What about you?" Ron said sternly. Sirius snickering. "Ginny plays chaser" Hermione butted in, while reading her book.

"Woo! Chasers unite!" James announced.

"What are you three doing here?" said strictly. "Absolutely no idea, Snivellous" Black Teased.

"Black, while you are here, I am a teacher. You will address me with RESPECT, if u even know what that" quite loudly.

"Yes "

"Of course, sir" James joins in snickering with Padfoot.

"Anyway, ?" Lily enquired. "Yes?" "Do we have to stay in this current time place?" she continued.

"I believe so"

"Well then, so do we have to join our house like normal, average students here? And classes….." Sirius asked. "We'd have to ask Dumbledore". Sirius moaned, dreading the thought of doing even more work.