A/N: For all the people who haven't read my profile; I'm going to update every Saturday I can.
Chapter 9: Enemies
Remus's POV
Finally, after what felt like the longest three weeks of my life, I was home. Hogwarts.
"It's a shame class's start tomorrow," Sirius whined, placing his trunk next to his bed.
"Definitely…by the way, Sirius, my mum says this is yours," James threw a sock at him.
"How did you not know that," Sirius laughed, holding up the sock and pointing at the Black family crest printed on the ankle.
James shrugged, obviously not caring.
"What do we have first tomorrow?" Peter asked sleepily, climbing into bed.
"Potions," I groaned, checking my schedule.
"Tomorrow is awful! Just look at the lessons!" James exclaimed.
"Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology," Sirius read.
We let out a collective groan – even Peter though he was half asleep – just as Steven walked into the room with his nose in the air looking at us pompously.
James and Sirius took one look at him and groaned again.
Shooting everyone a dark glare, Steven climbed into his bed and shut the curtains.
"Just a ray of sunshine isn't he?" James murmured.
"Umm, and the best way to put out the sun is water," Sirius said, an evil grin beginning to take place on his face.
"True, but we need something more original. He needs to be gone from our dorm by the end of the year, and water isn't going to do it," James said thoughtfully.
"Instead of making him leave, you could just move him while he's asleep," I pointed out, regretting it when they turned to me with big grins.
"That's a great idea! I knew you were a Marauder for a reason!" James exclaimed.
While Sirius and James began plotting just how to move Steven, I went to bed; I'd need my sleep for tomorrow.
"Wake up! Come on! We're going to be late!" I shouted, opening the curtains on the Marauders beds.
"Why do we have to get up now?" Sirius groaned.
"Because we're going to be late," I paused. "Where's Stevens bed?"
At that James and Sirius woke up properly, with a wicked grin, Sirius pushed Peter off his bed so he landed on the floor with a thump.
"OW! What was that for?" Peter complained, sitting up.
"Sorry Pete, but we need you awake so we don't have to repeat ourselves," James laughed, reaching down to help him up.
"Tell us on the way to breakfast, we're going to be late if we don't get dressed," I smiled.
As it turned out, James and Sirius didn't have to tell us what they'd done to Steven. Instead when we walked into the Great Hall we found Steven, his bed, and his stuff in the middle of the Hall. Steven was complaining loudly to McGonagall and saying he wouldn't put up with it much longer.
"Excellent, that prank may have gotten rid of him," Sirius grinned.
I took one look at McGonagall to see her beginning to storm over to us, with a sigh, I put some dry cereal into my robe pocket for later, then began eating a piece of toast as quick as I could.
"Wow, slow down a bit mate or you'll choke. Even Peter doesn't eat that fast," James said, watching with amazement.
I pointed behind him at McGonagall who was getting closer. One glance at her and they began to take my example scooping food into their mouths as fast as possible and when their mouth were full stuffing food into their pockets for later.
Even if it was only Sirius and James that had done it, we all knew all of us would be blamed, but none of us complained; Marauders stick together.
"Black! Potter! Pettigrew! Lupin! Report to the Headmaster immediately!" McGonagall shouted.
We nodded, our mouths too full to speak, and left the Hall. After the amount of times we'd gone to the Headmasters office, we now knew our way there.
"Does anyone know the password?" I asked, swallowing my food with a gulp.
"Nope, but if we go back Minnie will blow a fuse," Sirius said.
"Let's start guessing then," James sighed.
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean?" I suggested.
"Chocolate Frogs?" James guessed.
"Jelly Slugs?" Sirius said.
"Ice Mice?" Peter said.
The gargoyle jumped aside.
"Dumbledore's one strange man," James commented lightly, leading the way to the office.
The problem was, when we got to the office, the door was closed and we could hear voices talking inside.
"Then we have nothing more to say to each other," a voice said.
"No, nothing," we heard Dumbledore say, he sounded almost sad. "The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom… I wish I could…"
There was a second of silence, and then a man walked out of the office, he stopped and looked at us.
The man looked as though his features had been burned and blurred; they were waxy and oddly distorted, and the whites of the eyes had a bloody look. He was wearing a long black cloak, and his face was as pale as the snow glistening on his shoulders.
He studied us for a moment longer, giving me the feeling he could see straight into my soul, and then, saying nothing, he left.
"Are you boys going to just stand outside the door, or are you going to come in?" Dumbledore asked, he sounded a little weary.
Quickly, we entered the room. I don't know about everyone else, but I had forgotten the reason we were there in the first place. Instead I couldn't get the image of the man out of my head, and the feeling I'd just met something unnatural…evil.
"Who was that man?" I blurted out; I immediately regretted it when Dumbledore looked at me, piecing me with his blue eyes.
"An old student of mine wanting a job," Dumbledore said.
"But who was he?" James asked, but it seemed Dumbledore would say no more on the subject.
"What have you boys done now then?" He asked; the twinkle back in his eyes.
There was a moment of silence while we tried to remember just what we'd done this time.
"Oh, we levitated Steven Clark into the Great Hall while he was sleeping," James remembered.
"As well as his bed and his stuff," Sirius added.
"May I ask why?" Dumbledore asked.
"We don't want him in our dorm," James explained.
"Well, until Mr Clark decides he wants to leave your dorm, he will have to stay," Dumbledore said.
It was then McGonagall stormed into the office followed by a purple Steven.
Even I couldn't stop a snicker at how Steven looked with purple skin, and as he got closer I saw, yellow stars in his hair.
"I walked through the door to my dorm, and this happened!" Steven shouted. "I just know it's their fault!"
He pointed at us, well that was it, we burst out laughing.
"I want out of that dorm!" Steven cried.
"You four, get to class. Detention in my office tonight! Mr Clark; stay here, we'll organize where you're going to stay," McGonagall said.
Still snickering slightly, we left the office and began our way to History of Magic since we'd missed Potions.
"What did you do to him?" I asked.
"Not just him," James grinned wildly.
"Anyone who isn't a Marauder will have the same thing done to them if they enter our room," Sirius explained.
"Won't McGonagall just undo the spell though?" Peter asked.
"We used a spell from one of my dads' books, he made it himself," James said.
"It should last for a week," Sirius added.
This renewed our laughter, we walked into History of Magic still chuckling but Binns didn't notice, he continued droning on, I doubted he even realized we'd entered the room.
Lily looked pointedly at the empty seat next to her where Steven usually sat and then glared at us. Sirius winked at her and James glared back.
"We did it! It's not even the end of the year and we've gotten rid of Clark!" Sirius exclaimed, bouncing up and down on his seat.
"Yep, Mischief Managed," James laughed, grinning at me as he said the last bit.
A/N: It seems Fanfiction is working fine again, so unless something happens (and I'll try to warn you beforehand) I'll update every Saturday.
The next chapter is called Flying. Please review. :)