Authors Notes: Well, this is chapter fourteen (duh) which means three to go (again duh, but only if you've been paying attention to the Authors Notes). As such, I will again remind y'all that there will be a sequel and you will see why at the end of the story. I think it's pretty obvious what I'm going to do but I'm writing it so I may be bias. Ah, I do have every chapter of this story planned out so there should be no hinks to cause any more delays and as such I should be posting the final chapters regularly over the next few weeks. Oh, I got my 12 reviews so this chapter is over 5000 words (by my computer's count. FF is sometimes a little off in their counting system. If you think I'm lying to you, pull me up on it. Come on! I dare you to sit there and count every word without relying on ff or transferring to Microsoft word!). I apologize about the delay, but it was not related to the word length so I kept my promise. Computers can be a bitch sometimes. Thank-you all for bearing with me.
Grazie Signori.
Disclaimer: I think it should be obvious I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 14
15th October 1977
"Ciao amici!"
"Evans… you can't quote the enemy." James informed her; dead-tone, "Especially after what they did to Moony and Padfoot and what Harry then did to all of us. And besides, why are you saying ciao? You just got here."
"Ciao is the casual form of hello and goodbye dickwad." Lily informed him, "What did they do to you guys anyway? I'm going to take a guess and assume it has to do with the reason you two didn't attend a single class yesterday which bought you two weeks of detention from McGonagall by the way."
"… Oh… darn." Remus finally replied after a long silence.
"Ah, okay," Lily finally picked up on the lack of reactions she was getting out of them all, "I was expecting a bit more of a reaction from you with that one and usually Potter would be a bit more enthusiastic then he was when telling me off for something. What's wrong with you all?"
"Well Evans," James began slowly, "Sirius and Remmy had a rough day and… well… none of us got much sleep last night."
"… Does this have to do with Anna running back into the dorm this morning claiming four hideous, hairless, sloth-like messes had taken over the furniture in the common room? She said it was a traumatizing sight."
"It may have been related."
"Mmhm. Would it also have something to do with the Billster coming into the Great Hall this morning saying someone had been screaming in your room for most of the night and that all the boys had to cast silencing charms over their dormitory doors just to get some sleep?"
"… It may have been related."
"Mmhm. I'm going to take a guess here and say that the other team made Remus and Black's lives hell for most of yesterday and then none of you could get into your dorm to sleep because other Potter was getting laid in a noisy and disturbing manner."
"… Are you psychic as well?"
"As well as who Potter?" Lily asked in confusion.
"No one, never mind."
"Look, I'm sure whatever they did must have been awful for you although very amusing for them so what we need to do is plan some revenge." Lily began her on the spot coaching session, "Remus, they're obviously mad at you or future you for something because otherwise they wouldn't have chosen you to specifically exact revenge against. What you should do is approach them and say you 'apologize sincerely if you've offended them in anyway because this prank war has gotten out of hand and you never meant to anger them too severely'." Remus nodded and placed his head on the table before them in an attempt to sleep.
"Black, you have an innate ability to piss off everyone you meet so don't even bother going over there to apologize because you'd probably end up insulting their mothers or something. Instead, you just need to try your hardest to find their weak spots." Sirius looked slightly affronted but passed up his opportunity for rebuttal in favor of following Remus' example of 'new and innovative ways to try and sleep on a table'.
"Potter, Pettigrew… you both just do whatever it is you do in your free time when you haven't obviously mortally insulted anyone as Remus and Black obviously have."
"Sir yes Sir!" James saluted having drunk enough coffee to respond in true marauder fashion without passing out from the exertion.
"Correction," Lily began acidly while staring at James, "Pettigrew, you go and do whatever it is you do in your free time when you haven't obviously mortally insulted anyone as Remus, Black and Potter obviously have. Potter, you start running."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Potter… in my view; you just suggested I was not of female gender."
"… Leaving now."
Sirius and Remus both raised their heads momentarily to watch James sprint from the Great Hall. They turned as one to look at Lily with matching confused faces.
"What-"
"Go back to sleep you two," Lily instructed them as Peter choked on his tea through laughter at the whole situation, "Potter just did something stupid again."
"Oh." Remus said calmly and twisted around in his seat till he was balanced rather precariously but quite obviously managing to get his forty winks.
Sirius kept his head upright and looked at Lily.
"What?" she finally asked.
He stared at her for a moment longer before;
"Is it true that since yesterday morning you have a nipple ring?"
"Black, I believe you know what I'm about to suggest." Lily commented dryly as she finished a piece of toast and thumped Peter on the back as he started choking again.
"Also leaving now."
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The day was filled with mostly minor pranks, Draco found that anything he'd spread on his toast during breakfast tasted like shoe polish as soon as it touched his tongue and as a result James found that every surface he sat on during Potions acted like a Muggle whoopee cushion whenever he shifted. Even minutely. Severus found he could only refer to any girl as dude and all boys became M'Lady. He was slapped and punched none too gently several times before the others got the spell to go away. Only minutes after their triumph at ending the charm the Marauders had figured out that this spell had not been easy for them to defeat and began using it in earnest. Ginny walked around the school for almost twelve minutes asking every person she saw when they'd last taken a bath, Harry screamed take me with you! every time someone left the room he was in, and Pansy, in a rather inspired effort by the Marauders, went around the school specifically informing all the teachers that she had a matching set of nipple rings. Draco and Severus had their hands full fixing all their companions.
As a result of this short period of suffering, Pansy insisted they assist that the next prank should hold some nostalgic significance. Mostly because she still thought Harry's original pranks was the only easily repeatable prank they had played which would cause the Marauders and Lily their due amount of suffering. For a full two hours after classes ended all five members of their opposition saw partially hidden first years holding tones of fruit in every single nook and cranny they passed. After no attacks were made they assumed it was a purely psychological prank and made the mistake of lowering their shields. If one had ever been faced with a massive army of what appear to be cloned eleven year olds holding fruit, one would understand the trauma the Marauders went through.
Though the Marauders were rather upset with what had occurred, this turned out to be the last prank of the day and the Marauders and Lily all disappeared immediately after dinner. Consequently; Pansy, Draco, Ginny, Harry, and Severus spent most of the evening extending their imaginations to try and figure out what sinister plans the other team could have in store and what in these plans required the still overly tired Marauders to not return to their dorm until nine thirty that evening.
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"Lotus!"
"Firefly!"
"Lotus!"
"Firefly!"
"Lotus!"
"Padfoot! Evans! Will you stop with the damn repeating? It's driving me bonkers." Remus shook his head.
"Oh like you weren't already there Moony." Sirius shot back, "Besides, why are you yelling at me? She's the one being unreasonable. She's not even allowed a say in what her Marauder name is."
"Since when?" Lily asked, outraged.
"Since none of us got to." Peter informed her, "Thus the reason Remus ended up as Moony. Padfoot's idea of humor that one was."
"…That actually explains a lot about what I've seen of Black's character." Lily replied in an enlightened tone.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." Sirius scowled, "Oh and Evans, once you're a Marauder you're not allowed to refer to us by our last names unless you are making a point. You have to use first names or Marauder names."
"Whatever."
"Look, how about we have it that neither of your suggestions is used and we pick a new name?" Peter offered a solution for the never resolved argument between Lily and Sirius.
"Fine." Lily and Sirius chorused dramatically.
There was a momentary silence in the usually deserted tower the five had inhabited since they'd left the Great Hall after dinner as all of them sat around trying to think of the best name for Lily Evans to call herself as a Marauder.
"This is actually a lot harder then expected when you try and put thought into it." Peter finally spoke for them (today was one of his rare voluntarily talkative days).
"How did you guys figure out your names?" Lily asked curiously.
"I think we may have been smoking pot at the time." Remus admitted after a long silence.
"Ah."
"We could always just call her Foxy." James finally put in his two cents.
"Shut it Potter." Remus, Sirius and Peter all spoke in unison before Lily could open her mouth.
There were a couple more immature suggestions before Peter slammed his fist down on the table before them causing Sirius to slip off of his chair.
"I have it!" Peter cried out (he was really on a roll today).
"Well?"
"Elf!" He stated somewhat triumphantly, "Because Elves are beautiful creatures but impossible to tame or control with a high intelligence and an incredibly devious nature that no one would ever suspect from looking at them."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"… Oh my god Peter, I think you've actually got it." James whispered, "That's bloody perfect. Someone pinch me, our little Wormtail is growing up!"
"Fuck you Prongs."
"Sorry Peter."
"All in favor of Elf say aye." Remus stated formally.
"Aye!"
"Lily Evans, I dub thee… Elf." Remus declared in his best overly dramatic voice.
"Coolio. Hey, I was thinking," Lily looked around at them all as Sirius got back into his seat, "I got the impression from a couple of comments our opposition made today that they won't be here for much longer. As such I was thinking we should sort of lay off the pranking."
"I guess you're right." Remus sighed, "But let's not tell them okay? We'll let them sweat it for a while imagining what we could be planning that is taking us this long."
"In a way that's the greatest prank of all." James laughed a little, "They'll spend hours trying to figure it all out."
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"Where've you guys been?" Asked a particularly twitchy Harry as the four male Marauders entered the dorm room (even boy wonders get nervous when their temporary enemies disappear for long periods of time).
"No where." Sirius replied, batting his eyelids innocently.
"Sirius, please don't bat your eyelids at me." Harry implored in desperation, "Out of this dorms occupants only I am allowed to bat my eyelids. Besides, it's just a little bit disturbing to see someone I know as Snuffles act towards me in a traditionally flirtatious manner."
"Oh? Going on the notes I was receiving the day before yesterday, I'd say you are being a little contradictive with that 'just a little bit disturbing' comment."
Harry looked at him in horror for a moment before flipping around on the bed so that he could thump his head repetitively against the headboard.
"You've dug your own grave there Bambi." Remus chuckled as he crawled into bed.
"How many times do I have to tell you Moony?" Sirius yelled exasperatedly "It's Prongslet!"
"Let it go Padfoot."
"Hmph."
"Hmph yourself."
"I still disagree about the constant Bambi thing."
"I haven't called him that since his first day here!" Remus cried, "Well… until now." He amended.
"Maybe not, but you were thinkin' it."
"… Jeez you can be lame sometimes Padfoot."
"Meh."
"Meh yourself."
"…"
"…"
"Is he still whacking against the headboard?"
"Why yes indeed he is Padfoot."
"Maybe we should stop him before he loses what brain cells he has left."
"Coming from you? That's pretty rich."
"Jerk."
"Wanker."
"Arseface."
"Booger breath."
"Booger breath?"
"I'm not sure where that one came from." Remus looked momentarily sheepish.
"Silencio! Silencio!"
"Good thinking Wormtail."
"Thanks Prongs. Now would you stop your son's head-banger routine? It's keeping me awake."
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16th October 1977
"Well? Did you find out what they're planning?" Draco asked Harry impatiently.
"No… not exactly. I think they're borrowing our tactic of pretending they're not going to do anything."
"Ah. That's bad."
"Guys, guys, don't get so down already," Ginny looked around at her companions, "Maybe they're just taking a break because they don't want to jeopardize their chances in the Quidditch match tomorrow."
"Ginny, they are playing against Hufflepuff." Severus said patiently, "Nothing could jeopardize their chances of winning. If a giant meteorite came out of the sky and wiped out every member of the team apart from the keeper they'd probably still win by at least twenty points."
"Yes, but they probably don't want to get worn out before the match against us future dudes." Ginny pointed out.
"Er… Ginny?" Draco turned to look at the red head with raised eyebrows, "You do remember that we haven't yet told them we're planning this match? We were going to do that after the Hufflepuff game."
"Yeah, but future Remmy may have come back and warned them just to be an arse after we dressed him in the donkey suit."
"Horse." Harry corrected.
"Whatever."
"Even if that happened, only three of them play Quidditch anyway and they may not have been selected to represent the school in the coming match." Severus pointed out, "Either way, why aren't Pettigrew and Evans doing anything?"
"… I don't know." Ginny admitted after taking a few moments to ponder the question.
"Well you're a lot of help aren't you?" Severus said sarcastically.
"Shut it."
"Okay guys look," Draco intervened, "None of us know what they're up to so let's just assume it's big and keep our shields up at all times. If it's not anything, it'll just mean we're super safe."
"Cool."
"Er… super safe Draco?" Ginny raised an eyebrow, "What exactly does that mean and since when do you refer to anything as 'super'?"
"Can you think of a better term to use for these circumstances?" Draco returned her look. A staring contest was the natural result and took the pair out of the conversation.
"Severus, do you have any idea who we can expect in the Quidditch match?" Harry questioned as Pansy rolled her eyes at the change of topic.
"I'd say Potter will be seeker, Dumbledore would find that fitting considering you would be opposing." Severus began.
"Yes that does fit his nature." Harry acquiesced, "The man seems to find inordinate glee in setting up conflict in all arenas. 'Martyr for peace' my arse." He added under his breath.
"Well I think it's only natural that if you've picked people who aren't in school anymore- you are going to tell them that before the game aren't you?" he checked and Harry nodded in confirmation, "Well then, they'll probably do the same, but at a reasonable level of course. Amos Diggory finished here two years ago and was the best keeper Hufflepuff ever had. His seventh year was the only time I can personally remember them winning the Quidditch Cup. Longbottom and that girl he's seeing… I think her names Alice… well, they'll probably be back as two of the chasers and they'll take Joseph Richards- the fifth year on the current Ravenclaw team to be the other one." Severus frowned here, "I'm not sure who they'll pick as beaters, none of the recent graduates were particularly talented."
"Which two are the best beaters in the current teams here?" Pansy asked, unable to help but take interest.
"Well," Severus looked uncomfortable, "That would probably be me and Nott but they won't even consider us because I've spent so much time around you lately and they'll be sure I won't play as hard as I could." Here he rolled his eyes at the general world's inability to understand Slytherins, "We're on pretty much an even level with Black and Lupin but they were banned from the field after a major prank a while back. I'm not sure when the ban is going to be lifted but it's soon. If they're in the game against Hufflepuff then we'll know."
"What if the ban is lifted the day after the match?" Harry questioned.
"Nope." Severus shook his head, "The Gryffindor Hufflepuff match is the first game of the season and if they're not in it no one else is going to pick them for one as important as the game against you and your friends."
"Hang on a moment, just wait a minute here." Harry clapped his hand over Severus' mouth to demonstrate the necessity of his request, "Back at the start of this whole competition, Peter said only James and Sirius played Quidditch. You just said that Remus plays too. What's the deal?"
"Did Pettigrew say only Black and Potter play, or did her just say they did?" Severus asked after shoving Harry's hand away.
"Er, I don't clearly remember." Harry frowned in concentration, "I think he just said they did. I don't see why he'd use the term only."
"Lupin doesn't really take Quidditch seriously." Severus grinned, "I'm ninety percent certain he purposefully got himself caught after that prank so the rest of the Gryffindorks wouldn't be able to keep forcing him to play. People tend to forget he does play because he never mentions it which explains Pettigrew not including him in his reference."
"Well actually it kind of doesn't explain it." Harry frowned, "It actually seems a little ridiculous."
"Well, the other story is that Lupin put a jinx on everyone so that they usually forget to mention he plays. I guess he gets sick of people starting conversations with 'So… I hear you play Quidditch'." Severus grinned, "Or maybe Pettigrew's just an idiot."
"Severus, please do not call people idiots it is unbecoming of a Slytherin." Draco called out without breaking eye contact with Ginny, "If you must show your distain, try a word like imbecile. It has more letters."
"Oh thank-you Sire for teaching this humble Slytherin how to insult, I never could have managed without you." Severus commented dryly but Draco did not deign to reply, instead returning his focus to his current staring contest with Ginny.
"Okay, so we know pretty much the entire team and we know that the beaters are either Moony and Padfoot, or a pair of easily beatable pair of newer players." Harry surmised, "Our biggest problem is that we don't have time to practice as a team. Theirs is that they have no idea what any of our strengths are. So we just have to find time to practice in secret, try to watch them play, and hope the others are practicing back at home."
"Wow!" Pansy gasped out in mock amazement, "What a fantastic plan! It's so complex, so well thought, so unexpected!"
"Shut it."
"You shut it."
"You shut it."
"You-"
"Sweet Merlin I'm surrounded by toddlers." Severus murmured.
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"See this is where we gain an advantage Pansy," Draco was explaining as the two look over the railing and down at the pitch, "We get to watch their tactics, but they've no idea how we play."
"But wouldn't they change their tactics in a match with you guys as compared to one against Hufflepuff?" Pansy asked in mock confusion, having been told all of this already by Harry, Ginny, and Severus.
"Yes, but it is inevitable that certain traits will pass over between matches, like which Chaser goes for the ball after Hooch tosses it up, or the keepers regular movements when the Quaffle goes towards the right hoop."
"It's not Hooch; it's the weird guy with the monobrow." Pansy corrected with a smirk, glad to have one over her friend, "Jeez, get it right will you."
She lost her moment of glory however as Draco was too busy watching the players come out onto the pitch and her snarky comment was lost amidst the crowd's cheers.
"Aww crap, Black and Lupin are playing again." Draco sighed dramatically, "Oh well, I guess it'll at least give the bloody weasels a much needed challenge if what Severus has said is true."
"Draco-"
"Apparently these two are pretty awesome but I guess we'll see. The weasels are far too big for their boots anyway."
"Dray-"
"Ooh! Look at us! We own our own joke store!" Draco mimicked very badly, waving his arms in the air.
"Draco-"
"Allow me." Severus murmured to Pansy before whacking Draco across the back of the head.
"Pansy is trying to say that while she may not be able to play the game, she does derive a fair amount of pleasure from watching idiotic testosterone loaded males chase each other in circles while their female counterparts bitch that they broke a nail trying to catch the damned ball so she would appreciate it if you shut your pie hole and let her watch the game in peace." Severus informed the pissed off blonde in a calm voice, barely hiding his smirk.
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Pansy congratulated him before waving to Ginny across in the Gryffindor stands and turning her attention to the field.
The players were all doing warm up laps around the pitch, occasionally tossing balls between each other. The Gryffindors were psyched and ready to go, looks of determination on their faces (or resignation in Remus' case) and hands clenching their brooms firmly. The Hufflepuff players were also well prepared for the game, but seemed to be a lot more relaxed about it, occasionally trying futilely to strike up conversation with their opposition about how it was a 'nice day for a game huh?'. The Gryffindors were basically ignoring them and instead were trying to concentrate on how great it would feel to win and how important it was rather then on how completely unsportsmanlike it would be to slaughter these poor naïve beings.
Commentating for the match was Peter Pettigrew's tentative girlfriend Julie Parks from Hufflepuff. She seemed to be a lot nicer then Lee Jordan had ever been and as such, so far she hadn't called the Gryffindor's female Keeper (who just happened to be Peter's ex-girlfriend who kept telling him in a very loud tone that Julie was a total slut) a skanky whore more then three times. Truthfully, she was being fairly decent towards the overall team, but that may have been because she tended to get distracted before she had the chance to delve out criticism. Most recently she had begun to inform them of Sirius and Remus' recent return to the team but had suddenly decided it was much more important to inform them that Professor Sinestra had new nail polish on today and that it went dynamite with the dear Astrology teacher's pale blue robe. As Draco, Severus and Pansy listened in amusement; she proceeded to divert the entire stadium's attention skyward to point out exactly how much a particular cloud looked like a tea cup that had been filled to the brim with lemon drops.
After taking the time to listen patiently to her vocal antics, the stadium then tuned her out as much as possible to watch the starting of the match. Monobrow dude walked into the centre of the pitch and prepared to toss up the quaffle. Draco leant forward intently to watch and across the way, Harry and Ginny followed his example. The really needn't have bothered. Almost instantly, the 1977 Hufflepuff team told all four time travelers exactly when the stereotype that all Hufflepuffs are lousy at Quidditch originated.
One of the Gryffindor chasers had taken possession of the Quaffle, but two of the Hufflepuff chasers did not seem to register to this, instead they rushed toward the spot where the ball had been and consequently knocked each other off their brooms. The remaining chaser followed after the Gryffindors with mild disorientation before one of the beaters accidentally hit a bludger into him. He managed to stay on the broom, but did not seem to register that Gryffindor had just scored the first goal of the match; no more then twenty seconds into the game.
"You have got to be kidding me." Draco stated flatly.
"How come they suck so much?" Pansy looked confused, "In our time, we all joke that the Puffers suck, but in truth, you lot all seem to at least have to put some effort into defeating them. They actually did beat Gryffindor once in our third year."
"That hardly counted, Gryffindor's seeker got attacked by dementors." Draco justified.
"Still." Pansy muttered.
"And Hufflepuff takes possession!" Julie was calling out excitedly, "Passes to Manoso who heads for the goals and… oh no he's dropped it and Gryffindor has taken back the quaffle. Manoso and Jones are trying to regain control but… they've been blocked by a cleverly placed bludger from Lupin. Nice shot Remus… feel like playing for our side for a while? Gryffindor shoots, he sc… why Professor McGonagall what an absolutely stunning clutch purse, the beadwork really looks beautiful."
Draco sniggered as over the background of the speaker system he heard Professor McGonagall thank Julie before pointing out that Gryffindor had just scored for a second time. The game continued in relatively the same manner for the next half hour. Gryffindor continued to score and Hufflepuff was thwarted at almost every turn. They did score one goal but that was mostly because the Gryffindor keeper got a little distracted when Julie called her a bitch and threw a shoe at her.
James had been concentrating hard on finding the snitch, despite the fact that by that time Gryffindor was already 160 points in the lead and just as the Gryffindor keeper was blocking the quaffle and dodging a second shoe, he spotted it. Harry watched in delight as his father sped across the pitch. His broom was no firebolt, but he moved incredibly fast, weaving in between players and dodging the occasional bludger. The Hufflepuff seeker and captain was soon hot on his trail but it was clear that there was no contest here. The game ended as James took a spectacular dive off his broom, falling roughly three metres but snatching the snitch on his way down. The entire stadium burst into applause as Julie finally announced, with some surprise, that the game had ended while she was telling them all to look at the giant squid which was waving about in the lake.
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"That was the oddest game I've ever watched." Ginny spoke for all of them as the five pranksters headed towards where the four Quidditch captains were talking with Monobrow dude and Professor Dumbledore.
"You can say that again." Harry agreed.
"That was the oddest-"
"Not funny Gin."
"Aww."
"Mister Malfoy, how may we help you?" Dumbledore asked Draco who had arrived at their destination.
"Sir, we wanted to speak to the six of you about an idea we have come up with." Draco began.
"A while ago, I told James here," Harry nodded toward his father, "That I played Quidditch and soon after, the idea of a Past versus Future Quidditch Match came up."
"So, apparently some of the individuals present in the room at the time Harry mentioned it, remembered until our time and decided it sounded fun." Pansy continued, "As such, one of the things Remmy wanted to ask was who these guys wanted on their team."
"Since we now have an entire Quidditch team arriving on the twentieth," Ginny raised her eyebrows at them all, "We thought now would be a good time to confirm that it is going to be okay to hold a Quidditch match with some of your best and brightest."
Dumbledore was already nodding his permission, and the four captains were looking between each other, searching for agreement.
"It should be fun." James spoke for them, "So, I guess now we just select our team."
"Yeah, but these guys sort of picked players who had already finished school." Severus informed them, earning a glare from Draco for his un-Slytherin sense of fair play, "Not too much older, you won't see yourselves on the field, but just one or two years out."
"Okay then," The Hufflepuff captain grinned at them, "It sounds fun. We'll decide who's playing and we'll see you on the twentieth."
"Er, probably before then as well." Harry reminded him, "We'll still be in class."
"Right." The boy grinned at them again and Harry and Co left them there to plan.
"I think that went pretty well." Ginny commented once they were out of earshot.
"I'll agree with that," Draco replied to her, "Although I'm just a tad pissed off that Severus gave away our big thing." He continued with a pointed glare.
"You said you were going to tell them," Severus justified, "And I still have a little loyalty left toward my fellow teammates."
Harry gasped in mock horror after this statement.
"You!" He shouted dramatically, drawing stares from the other students heading back toward the castle, "Out of the gene pool!"
"The what what?"
"You don't know what a gene pool is?" Harry looked startled, "Jeez, what do they teach you at this place."
"To be fair, I've got no idea of what you are talking about either." Draco commented.
"Harry, please remember that biology and other related sciences are a Muggle thing." Ginny scolded him gently.
"Sorry G-man."
"G-man?"
"I think it sounds cool."
"You think wrong."
"Leaving now."
The four remaining conspirators grinned as Harry sprinted across the lawn, stopping only to call back a final statement.
"Farewell, connivers of plans unmatchable."
"Farewell my sweet." Draco called back, waving his arm in his most dramatic, 'final farewell scene', movie star method.
"Completely un-Muggle my arse." Ginny muttered before sprinting after Harry.
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