Sitting On The Baby By HPOD sufferer
Date: Thursday, 14th June, 9:00PM
Rating: K+ (Scary and Supernatural themes may scare young children, includes character death), sexual implications (very minor)
Summary: Sirius bounded into the compartment, making to sink into the seat next to Lily. The seat in which a sleeping baby...well, slept. Eyes popping, James grabbed his friend's wrists, stopping him from sitting. Sirius Black was frozen in a strange, half-sitting, half-standing position. Lily grabbed the baby quickly, and James released his friend. "You know," said Lily " Baby sitting doesn't usually consist of actually sitting on the baby."
A baby has appeared. Where from? Why? Who does the baby belong to? Harry travels to Marauder Era. AS A BABY! Something went seriously wrong on that Halloween night.
Chapter 12: Cursed
Listen up you young 'uns, raise your arm up high
Who cares if you forgot your comb and hair tie?
Lick your lips and smirk, we have to prepare
Duelling now, no kiddie time it isn't, we don't play fair!
Keep an eye out for hidden powers heading your way;
Today heralds the end of the peace of your day.
One week had passed since Lily had hurtled down the corridor, James running after her. A screaming match had ensued (what else, people had told each other) which ended with apologies and a mutual agreement to get on better in future (the people then scoffed and made mental notes to buy some ear plugs).
Last night had been the first time, since his arrival, that Harry had not yelled himself hoarse during the moonlight hours, making the Gryffindor boys rather joyful in disposition. Usually the little black haired infant would wake the inhabitants of the dorm at about one in the morning, always, always clutching his scar. James had joked that they take him to Madam Pomfrey for a cure- for what he was not sure...bad dreams? the scar? being an orphan? He knew there was no cure for the last one.
James shifted Harry, waiting for Professor Oucirus to come.
"Two weeks of term, gone already," Sirius sighed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed behind his head, oblivious to a bunch of girls watching him with doe-eyed expressions. "Finally."
The girls giggled.
"Sirius, put your arms down," Remus said. "You're gonna make one of your fan club wet their panties."
Sirius looked roguishly over at the girls, and waved. The group scrambled to hide their pink faces behind their friends, giggling the whole time. James poked Sirius in the ribs, which made the teen immediately drop his arms from behind his head. "Hey!" he whined. "Not all of us have dates with our sweet hearts, abandoning their best friend into bachelorhood!" He glared good-naturedly at James.
"Shove off," James growled, grinning. He turned to see a head of red hair, and his grin grew wider still. "And plus, it's impossible for you to remain a bachelor Sirius. You could be Voldemort himself and you'd still have suitors."
"Oh, get over it!" Sirius said, snatching Harry. He bounced the boy, then raised Harry so that his head was next to James's. "See the resemblance?"
"You know I don't have any relation to him," James said. "Potter's not an unusual name, and black hair is the dominant gene. I'm plain and ordinary, I am."
Remus's head cocked to the side. "You know that's not true James."
"Yeah," James turned to look at his friends again. "I know. I'm Super Potter!" His friends laughed, shaking their heads.
The door opened with a theatrical creeeeak. Oucirus stepped out. "You may-" he began in his usual raspy welcome "-come in."
Sirius dumped Harry in James's arms, leaping into the room like an over excited puppy. "I can't see what he's so excited about," Peter whined, following. The boys took their normal places in the back row, pulling out their quills. Oucirus, seeing this, barked "Put those away! This is practical today!" James and Sirius shared a beaming smile. Harry gurgled.
"Now-" Oucirus banished the desks to the sides of the room, leaving a wide open space. People placed their bags down on the edges of the room, creeping nervously like frightened deer onto a meadow, into the centre of the room. "Today is a lesson which I don't want you to be stupid in. If you're going to act like headless Hippogriffs, then leave." The door opened with a flick of his wand. People kept their eyes on him, not moving. "Good. Now, today...will be a duelling class. I want to see how good you are at duelling."
Gasps and grins were shared around the group of teens. Girls started to play with their hair, complaining they had forgotten hair ties, several boys crossed their arms trying to look tough...and a group of Slytherins polished their wands, smirking. "SHUT UP!" Oucirus yelled. Everyone stopped their activities at once. "To the edges of the room! Now you- Dolohov and Patil! Your turn first!"
The two boys, a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw, moved to the middle of the room whilst the other class members made themselves comfortable on top of the desks to watch.
"I'm not going to help you. First one to be disarm their opponent wins, and goes forward to the next round. No Unforgivables or grade A or B dark magic. Begin!"
Patil, the Ravenclaw raised his wand, glaring at his opponent. Dolohov smirked, raising his own. They moved away from each other.
"One. Two. Three!" Oucirus said.
"Expelliarmus!" Dolohov shouted.
"Protageo!"
And so it continued, until Patil lost his wand. He sat down on the side of the room deemed 'The Loser Side' with an angry grunt, whilst Dolohov sat opposite him, smiling smugly. The pairs kept getting chosen, Peter losing spectacularly to a Hufflepuff girl with plaits and Remus beating a Ravenclaw by the name of Chang.
"Evans, Zeller!"
Lily and another Ravenclaw boy stood. they faced each other. The fight was over almost too quickly, Lily beating her opponent easily. With a flouncing grace she breezed over to join Alice, who had also won her duelling match. The girls high fived, sitting and facing the rest of the room to watch the next pair.
"Black, Lestrange!"
Sirius's grin vanished and he stood grimly. He moved, eyeing the other boy.
"One, two...three!"
Sirius flicked his wand and a chair behind Lestrange transformed into a Labrador. James smirked. The dog opened its jaws, charging at the Slytherin. "Stupefy," Lestrange said lazily, and the dog keeled over, back into chair form. He turned back to Sirius, to find the boy gone. "Conjunctivare!" Sirius ducked the curse, throwing a stunner.
Lestrange sidestepped the beam of red light. "Petrificus Totalus."
Jumping to the side, Sirius taunted "Oh, lost your touch, Lestrange! Only little kiddie curses from you, I see!"
An angry ball of violet light darted to Sirius. Oucirus yelled "LESTRANGE!" The boy gave a bashful look, and turned back to the duel.
Across the room from James sat a Slytherin with greasy dark hair and a hooked nose. Unnoticed by all but his cronies, he pulled out his wand, training it on his target opposite him. Harry shifted in James's lap, whose eyes were planted firmly on the scene in front of him. Unperceivable to all, Snape whispered.
"STUPEFY!" Yelled Sirius.
Lestrange crumpled to the floor, beaten. Sirius took his place on the 'winners side' smugly.
"Potter and...Snape," Oucirus said, almost unsure of his decision. James got up, Peter who had edged over to sit with him, taking Harry.
Snape however, did not. His eyes were still locked ahead of him, almost glazed.
Suddenly Harry began to scream. Peter dropped him in surprise. James dived, but missed, watching as Harry, almost in slow motion, fell downwards.
Harry never landed.
A/N: Aha, cliff hanger! Guys (and girls) can you please give theories on what curse Snape used, on who? It's probably either the first or the last person you suspect!
Wrote this chapter going a little place called Fleckney and I know it's short. But at first it was even shorter- only one page. (I thought I was supposed to do short chapters anyway, oh well). I know I'm not being very funny...saving it for the date (what could possibly go wrong shall, plus some things that can't go wrong) :P
I made up the grade A and B classified dark curses... since in the books, Unforgivables are the most penalised curses, not the only.