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lOvEiNhEaVeN: Oh, um, actually I'm not quite sure what Snape was exactly saying. It was somewhere among the lines of cursing the marauders to Hell.
The next day Lily was still in the hospital wing, and still not wanting to see James. She was absolutely disgusted with herself, not able to think of how she could have messed up her potion. That just wasn't like her at all. True, potions wasn't her best subject, and certainly not her favorite, but she had always done okay in it. Never in her years had she ever messed up any thing so bad in her life.
"Miss Evans, you have a visitor," Madame Lingwood told her patient.
"Who is it?" Lily asked.
"Miss Dalton," the nurse responded.
"I'll see her."
In a few moments, Scarlett was sitting next to Lily. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and it made her look somewhat stern.
"Hey, Lily, how've you been?" Scarlett asked.
"I've been better. But at least the erosion in my mouth stopped. Now all I have to do is wait until the swelling from the medicine goes down," Lily commented.
"At least you're getting better," Scarlett said cheerfully.
"Famous last words," Lily mumbled.
"Why aren't you letting James see you?"
"I wrote an owl last night, telling you why," Lily stated.
"That's all? Just because you thought you didn't look good?" Scarlett asked.
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
"I just don't see why. I mean, you've never been self-conscious about your looks before. And James doesn't care what you look like," Scarlett answered.
"Well, maybe if half of your mouth started burning away, you'd be a little upset by the way you looked," Lily bitterly replied.
"But he doesn't care. And he was kind of upset when he came back last night learning that you didn't want to see him."
"I'm sorry, but you're lucky I'm letting you see me like this. I'm not about to let James see me looking like a hideous thing," Lily said.
"But, Lils, it doesn't look too bad."
"Last night half my tongue was missing, along with the insides of my cheeks. I think that's quite disturbing, if you ask me," Lily responded.
"What about today though? Are you going to let him see you, because he does want to," said Scarlett.
"Look at me. My lips are five times the size they should be, my tongue and cheeks are swollen. And they feel like they've been stabbed. So, the answer is no. I'm not in the mood to see him anyways," Lily answered.
"Just because you can't snog him?" Scarlett asked jokingly.
Lily face turned bright red, and she replied, "No, that's not why."
Scarlett started laughing at that, and said, "So that's it, isn't it? You just don't want to see him because you won't be able to kiss him. My god, you sound just like Marissa."
"Shut up, no I don't."
"Yes you do, admit it," Scarlett teased.
"You know, I'm feeling a bit tired, maybe you should go," Lily said while trying to change the subject.
"Fine, I'll go. But mark my words, I'm only going to save you the embarrassment of admitting that I'm right," Scarlett said before leaving Lily's side.
"Bye, Scarlett."
"I'll see you later."
…
"Prongs, how are we supposed to get to Roscoe, he's always in the Slytherin common room?" Peter asked.
The four boys were finally ready to get Roscoe back for adding those ingredients to Lily's potion. The only trouble was that they weren't positive how they were going to go about finding Roscoe Jamison.
"I'm not sure," James replied honestly.
"We could use the cloak," Remus suggested.
"Moony, the cloak makes us invisible, but we can't walk through walls or anything," Sirius replied.
"No, you moron, we could use the cloak to find out the password to the Slytherin common room. You know, wait there under it until somebody needs to go in, and then we'll hear the password," Remus explained.
"Moony, you're a bloody genius!" Sirius called out. "And, we'll have the password, so we can go in there and torment Snape too!"
"Jeez, we should've thought about that a few years ago," Peter added, "That way we could have hexed him in front of all his Slytherin friends before."
"Who says we can't still do that?" Sirius asked with a mischievous look on his face.
"Guys, not to get too carried away with my genius idea, but we're going in there for Roscoe, not Snape," Remus told his friends.
"Oh, right, forgot about that for a second," Sirius casually said.
"Okay them, who wants to stand outside and wait?" James asked.
Nobody said anything.
"Anybody?" James asked hopefully.
"Why don't you do it, she's your girlfriend," Sirius said.
"But, I need to be here for planning," James remarked.
"What planning? We've done all the planning already," Remus replied.
"Fine, fine, I'll go, but only because somebody has to," James complained loudly. He then grabbed his invisibility cloak, draped it over his shoulders and headed out the door.
He knew perfectly well where the Slytherin common room was. He and his fellow Marauders had tried numerous times to break in, wanting to cause havoc on the bullies in Slytherin. They were unsuccessful, of course, and ended up waiting until the next morning to hex Snape instead.
He was walking passed McGonagall's private office, when he heard her speaking to Dumbledore. Her words were muffled at first, but as James stepped closer to the door, pressing his ear against it, he could hear them clearly.
"Albus, are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, it's the only way I see fitting. With everything going on with Voldermort," -James flinched slightly when he heard the name- "I think it's the best way."
"Should we at least tell the Minister?"
"I don't think that it's necessary. The Order doesn't have to have any members from the Ministry at all, only if they choose to be in it, so he shouldn't be concerned," Dumbledore answered.
James thought for a second, what was the Order? He'd never heard of it before. And why wasn't it the Minister of Magic's business?
"I know Mad-Eye seemed quite interested when I told him about it," Dumbledore remarked.
"Mad-Eye, well he's the top auror in our age," McGonagall said.
"Indeed, and he seemed keen on the idea, as well as a few others that I've talked with,' Dumbledore said.
'Mad-Eye Moody, why he's one of the coolest people I've ever met,' James thought. Whatever this 'Order' thing was, he certainly wanted to be part of it.
Just then he saw a girl with a Slytherin badge walk by. She looked to be about fourteen, give or take a year. And as much as James wanted to listen to more of the conversation, he knew this was is chance to find the password out.
He followed the girl down the corridor to the Slytherin common room, which happened to be a different path than he would have taken. And, it turned out that this route was much quicker.
When they got to the portrait of a young man sitting in a rocking chair, with several snakes lingering below him, James knew they were at the common room entrance.
The girl looked timidly around her, as if she could sense James' presence. But once she saw nothing, she said, "Perfect Blood."
James felt like laughing after hearing the password. It was obvious that the password was student chosen, and was clearly not true at all. The Slytherins had far from perfect blood; each one of them was in line to become a death eater as soon as school ended. And to James, that certainly didn't count as 'Perfect Blood.'
As James made his way back to the Gryffindor common room, he stopped next to McGonagall's door once again, trying to hear if the teachers were still discussing this 'Order' thing. And to James' luck, the teachers were still there.
"Albus, are you sure that's the right place to meet? It's so easily found," McGonagall said.
James' brows went together, where were they talking about meeting?
"Of course it is, Minerva. Besides, it doesn't matter the location, as long as it's large enough. We need a large amount of room for everyone to fit in."
"But if it's so large, then don't you think that you-know-who would be able to detect us?"
"Minerva, call him by his name, it isn't proper to call him you-know-who, and it gets rather confusing. Call him Voldermort. And as for that, I've got a charm in mind, one that would make it so he could look through the window and not see us," Dumbledore remarked.
"And what charm is that?"
"The fidelous charm, which seems to be a great solution."
"If you say so, Albus," McGonagall said.
"Alright, now that that is taken care of, I suppose I should go tell Mad-Eye of the final plans," Dumbledore announced.
James heard the professors coming toward the door, and he ran swiftly away from it. If he were to be caught listening in on their conversation, he would be in so much trouble.
When James got back to the room, he was quite surprised at a few extra pranks that Sirius had come up with. They were, in fact, simply brilliant. And it was quite accessible now that they could enter the Slytherin common room. They were the perfect pranks, and no one would suspect the Marauders.
In fact, James was so interested with the two additional pranks, that he almost forgot to mention the conversation he had heard between McGonagall and Dumbledore. They too were intrigued by the secret meeting place. All four boys wanted to know exactly what it was, other than the obvious fact that it was related to Voldermort. And as for the location, they all wanted to know that as well.
"I say we raid Dumbledore's office, see if he's got any papers lying around," Sirius said.
"Are you stupid? We can't go into Dumbledore's office," Remus logically said.
"Why not? He barely ever there, you know with all the trials going on and such," Sirius replied.
"But it's his personal space," Remus protested.
"You guys, as curious as this is, don't you think we should be pranking Roscoe now?" Peter asked.
"Right, we'll prank today, snoop Dumbledore's office another day," Sirius exclaimed.
"We can't snoop in his office," Remus sternly said.
"We can, and we will. Even if you choose not to come," Sirius retorted.
"I'd come, but it's still wrong," Remus responded, although it was more to himself than to anyone else.
"But now, we are going to prank Roscoe!" James said with a grin on his face.
"Right we are, Prongs," Sirius said with an equally mischief grin on his face.
With that said, all four boys made their way out of the dorm room, down the stairs to the common room, and out the portrait of the Fat Lady. Once they were outside, they ducked into a boy's bathroom, where Peter could transform into his rat Animagus form. They then proceeded to place the cloak over themselves (Peter resting on Remus' shoulder,) and made their way down the long corridors toward the Slytherin common room.
When they reached the portrait of the man with snakes around him, James muttered, "Perfect Blood."
"Who's there?" the portrait asked, "I don't see anyone."
"Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not here," Remus said in a voice that sounded remarkably similar to Mike's, one of Roscoe's sidekicks.
"Whatever you say," the portrait said before swinging open.
After climbing through, the Marauders were astonished at the Slytherin common room. It looked nothing like Gryffindor's. It wasn't nearly as cozy looking, and it was a tad bit colder inside as well. A few young Slytherin girls were sitting by the fireplace, writing what appeared to be a paper for defense against the dark arts. And a few chairs away from that was Roscoe Jamison sitting with a few friends of his.
"Look," Remus whispered just loud enough for the Marauders to hear him. He was pointing at Roscoe, who was now calling over a girl from the opposite side of the room. The girl had long blonde hair, almost white looking. And her face clearly showed she wasn't very pleasant at all.
"Holy shit," Sirius quietly mumbled.
His friends all looked over at him, wondering who she could be, and why it seemed to affect Sirius.
She didn't look very familiar, not from classes anyways. She was at least a year younger than them, but the Marauders hadn't paid much attention to her in the past, them being Gryffindors. Her skin was extremely pale, as if she hadn't been in the sun for years. In fact, the only dash of color seemed to be the robe she was wearing, which happened to be her black Hogwarts one.
"Padfoot, you okay?" James asked.
"I'm fine, let's just do this already," Sirius commented quietly.
And with that said, the Marauders snuck their way up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. They quickly found the two door marked, "7th Year," which was followed by a list of their names. Sirius was a little disappointed that Roscoe's dorm wasn't the same as Snape's but he quickly got over it. Remus reached forward, opened the door, and the rest of them followed him inside.
The room had five beds in it, each one a terrible mess. Dirty clothes were covering the floor, and school books seemed to be dropped everywhere. Actually, it didn't look too different from the Marauders room, with the exception of the sheets and trunks.
They were relieved to find the room empty at the moment, and took the cloak off. Wanting to be able to have their own space to breath, and not be huddled together.
"Which one do you think is Roscoe's?" Remus asked as he surveyed the beds.
"It's got to be that one," James said as he pointed to the bed farthest on the left.
"Why do you think that?" Peter asked as he transformed back into his human shape.
"Because, it's the nastiest looking one here," James commented.
"Are you willing to bet that it's that one?" Sirius asked, a mischievous glow to his face.
"What are you thinking?" Remus asked.
"Why don't we just have a little fun with all of them?"
"You mean do it to all the beds?" Peter asked.
"Yup," Sirius replied with a grin.
And with that said, each boy went to a bed. They started muttering spells under their breathes. And once all five beds were charmed (Sirius ended up doing two beds,) the boys started laughing. It would certainly be funny to see what would happen that night. And James could just imagine seeing Roscoe climb into his bed and suddenly have the bed try to eat him. It would truly be quite hilarious. Plus, no one would ever suspect how to get the bed to stop eating you. And it really was a simple task; all you had to do was tickle it.
"Alright boys, one thing down," Sirius said happily.
"Indeed, now for the bathrooms," James said with a grin.
When the four boys entered the bathroom, they were truly disgusted. There was filth everywhere, as if the house elves refused to clean it or something.
"Now this is just gross," Sirius commented as he picked up an empty tube of toothpaste which had ended up on the tile floor. And unfortunately, it hadn't been empty when it first reached the floor. Someone must have stepped on it, because there was a line of green along the floor.
"Really, have these people ever heard of hygiene?" Peter asked with a disgusted look on his face.
Then the boys went to work. They exchanged the bottles of shampoo with a potion that they had brewed themselves. One that would make your hair pink for the week, and there was nothing you could do to save it. It rejected other dyes, and grew back incredibly fast, so you couldn't even cut it off. And the only way to make it go away was to wait it out.
"This should be interesting," Peter said with a grin once they finished.
"I know, and now for my personal favorite part," James replied with a smirk.
"It's only your favorite because you modified my version of it this morning," Sirius muttered.
The boys then went under the cloak again, and Peter changed back into a rat for travel purposes. They headed down the stairs, and over to the common room. They stopped where Roscoe was sitting. And they noticed that the girl he was with was sitting on his lap, smiling at him. Needless to say, it was enough to make the Marauders gag, especially Sirius.
Just then Sirius's eyes sparkled with an idea. He bent his head to the side a bit, and whispered, "Can I do something first?"
James looked at his friend, curious at what it was, but nodded his head anyway.
Sirius smirked, and then whispered a charm, making him smile a bit more.
"Oh Roscoe, you are just the strongest guy I have ever met," the girl said as she touched his chest with her hand.
"And you, are the ugliest woman I have ever met." Immediately after Roscoe said those words he gasped. 'Did I just say that?' he silently asked himself.
The girl looked outraged. "Bastard," she said as she slapped him across the face.
"No, wait, Anika, I didn't mean that. I meant to say that you are the most hideous person I ever met," Roscoe said. His hand went to him lips again, 'why am I saying this is?' he wondered.
The Marauders were trying their hardest to not to bust out laughing. Sirius's prank, was great. Every time he wanted to compliment someone, he ended up saying the exact opposite. And in this case he was driving the girl away.
Once they had regained their composure, and Roscoe had come back from trying and failing to talk with Anika, the Marauders truly did their real prank. Roscoe was sitting by himself, obviously mad that Anika had just yelled at him.
James smirked as he whispered a charm, pointing his wand as Roscoe.
"Come on," James whispered to his friends and the four of them made their way out of the Slytherin common room.
Once they were out in the hallway, they darted in to the nearest bathroom. They removed the cloak and Peter transferred back into his human form.
"Prongs, nothing happened to Roscoe yet," Peter said.
"I know, the first charm had to set with him for at least five hours. Then tomorrow, in the Great Hall, I'll finish the charm. And then, my dear friends, Roscoe Jamison will be the laughing stock of the school," James said with a smirk.
"I still think we should have gone with my rendition of the prank," Sirius remarked.
"No, it's better this way, more painful. I mean, every time the guy says something rude, mean, or hurtful, he'll have two boils appear on his skin. And every time he thinks something rude, mean, or hurtful, he'll have one boils appear. And can you imagine what it would be like having boils are over your face, arms, legs, and wherever else they may appear?" James said.
"True, that's probably a little worse," Sirius commented.
"Padfoot, cheer up. We'll make hair grow rapidly on Snape every time he says something mean. That way we'll be able to use your plan sometime," Remus said with a smile.
"Okay," Sirius replied brightly.
"Oh, and Padfoot, why did you freak out when you saw that Anika girl?" James asked as the four boys headed back to their own common room.
"She's another dratted cousin of mine," he answered miserably.
"Sorry, mate," Remus said.
"Yeah… I mean its bad enough that Narcissa is marrying Lucius Malfoy this summer. I just couldn't stand to think that Anika was actually flirting with Roscoe Jamison," Sirius told his friends.
James thought about Sirius's words for a moment. He remembered Narcissa Black; she graduated out of Slytherin House two years ago. Whenever she had seen Sirius in the hall she gave him a dreadfully dirt look, as if saying he was a traitor. And Lucius Malfoy, James had heard that name before. The Malfoy family was known for their support of the Dark Lord. James had heard his family talk about them many times before, always commented on how nasty they were. Lucius, James remembered, had been Head Boy when he was in third year. He had always enjoyed taking points away from every house except Slytherin, and he even took away points for no reason at all.
Come to think of it, their weren't many in Sirius's family that hadn't been in Slytherin. Dating all the way back to centuries in the past, all of them pure-blood. James knew how much Sirius hated his family. He hated almost every single one of them for being supporters of the You-know-who. And it turn, they all hated him for being a Gryffindor.
"Don't worry about it, mate. Besides, apart from your last name, you're not associated with them anyways. Every one knows how great you are," Remus supportively said.
"Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself," Sirius remarked. And then said, "Alright mates, I'm starving, so if you don't mind, I'll be heading off to the kitchens. Anyone want to come?"
All four boys nodded their heads, and followed Sirius to the kitchen for a few snacks. None of them could wait for the next morning, knowing only too well it was going to be an eventful morning.
Author's Note 2: Hey guys, wow this is probably the longest chapter I have ever written! Anyways, hope you guys all enjoyed it, and please review!