Hey sorry this has taken so long, but hey im lazy. most of my author notes are really long but they only thing ive thort of to say is this
i really hate it when authors just abandon a story and never say anything, it just really gives me the shits so i promise I'll never do that. If i ever abandon this story (which i wont) i will definitely post an authors note telling everyone so even if it takes me 3 months to update you'll always know that i am going to.
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"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" squealed Sirius, running around outside the Transfiguration rooms shaking his hands in a very homosexual manner. (Not that there's anything wrong with that)
"Sirius…" Said James
"What, what what!"
"SHUT UP!" yelled everyone.
He stopped and they all began walking away from the rooms. They had just completed a period of transfiguration and as such, the end of the day had come.
"Look Paddy," whispered Moony. "Harry and Hermione are already suspicious, so just leave your freaking out until we get back to our dorm!"
Sirius performed an odd little hoppy thing in his anxious state and the four of them hurried along the corridor towards the fat lady on the seventh floor.
Meanwhile… on the other side of the castle Harry and Hermione were discussing a similar topic.
"I just don't get it 'Mione," said the-boy-who-lived. "I mean, no one else seemed freaked so it must just be an 'us and them' thing."
"Look Harry, I know you're worried because they're all such good friends/fathers of yours, but we have other things to worry about."
"Such as…"
"Typical," Hermione muttered under her breath. "Like the whole us being teachers and having to plan lessons and mark assignments, and then the whole VOLDEMORT SENDING US AN INVITATION THING!"
"Ooooookkkkk…" said Harry. PMS cough cough
Hermione sniffed and whacked him over the head with Amanda Gillwarts essay on dangerous water creatures. "Well you can be a jerk all you want Potter, but I am seriously worried about it."
"Sorry babe," he said apologetically. "But I really don't think we have anything to worry about."
His girlfriend raised an eyebrow sceptically.
"Sure he's Voldemort," Harry explained. "But he's like Voldemort minus 20is years, I don't think he's that much of a worry."
"Silly boy."
Harry laughed, and Hermione giggled.
"I hereby call to order the 105th meeting of the Marauders. The members pres-"
"Oh shut up Moony, lets just get down to business," interrupted Sirius.
"Hmph."
"So pretty much, we've got evidence that the DADA teachers are Deatheaters-" said James.
"Wait just a second James," said Moony. "Exactly what evidence do we have?"
"Traitor!" yelled Sirius, pointing a finger at the teenage werewolf.
"Sirius calm down," said Peter speaking up for the first time. He was naturally nervous but whenever his friends mentioned death eaters he seemed even more so.
"All I'm saying guys is that if we were to go up to Dumbledore right now, with all of our 'evidence' he wouldn't believe us for a second. We need hard proof."
"What do you mean hard proof?" asked Sirius. "We've got all the proof we need!"
"Such as?" asked James sarcastically.
"Their reactions to the whole snooping around their rooms thing and then the fact that they got a letter!" exclaimed Sirius triumphantly.
James and Remus shared a look. Peter was being ignored…again.
"If a getting angry and receiving a letter is proof of death eater activities, I'd say that half of they school follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"
Sirius spluttered. "But- but- but- but-" finally his shoulders slumped and he realised how ridiculous their accusations were.
"But you still think they're deatheaters right?"
"Oh absolutely!" said James while Remus nodded his head intensely.
"All we're saying is that if we want other people to know about them, we need more evidence to convince them." Said Moony attempting to placate Sirius.
"Well there's not much we can do is there? Other than walking up to them and saying "We know that you're deatheaters, and we want you to turn yourselves in!" which I don't think would go down very well," said Remus, half-joking.
"Wouldn't go down very well!" exclaimed Sirius. "They'd kill us and then feed our bodies to the giant squid!"
All off the boys nodded gravely.
"Well look what happened last time we tried to get concrete evidence. Detention every night of the term (that didn't actually happen, mainly because I forgot about it until right now, but lets just pretend that the term is over and they did it ok?) and 100 points off! I'm not doing that again!" James reminded them.
"Hell no!" said Sirius. "I swear my arms still hurt from scrubbing those damn trophies!"
"Quit your bitching Sirius," joked James. Then his voice became more serious, "But I honestly don't think there's anything we can do. We can't prove it and we can't confront them."
"What the bloody hell are we meant to do then?" asked Sirius.
"Nothing."
"What Moony?"
"Do nothing?"
"How will that help the situation?"
"Look," Moony explained. "Like James said we can't prove it and we cant confront them, so lets just bide our time."
"Yeasts," hissed Sirius. 'Perfect, and then when the moment is right we will strike!" He slapped the bed spread, startling his friends. "LIKE COBRAS!"
"Oh my god," whispered Remus, shaking his head at his friends antics.
The next morning at breakfast, the marauders stumbled into the room bleary eyed and droopy limbed (ok that was lame). They had stayed up late talking and coming up with better methods of hiding their suspicious. (Which mostly involved Sirius stuffing socks down his shirt and asking James questions in a high pitched voice while James lied his ass off)
Their apparent lack of sleep didn't go unnoticed by our two favourite time travellers who, up at the staff table were talking quietly.
"Harry, I know you want to do the whole 'take action now' thing, but I hardly think that's going to help the situation."
"But 'Mione!" Harry whined.
"No buts!" she quipped while her boyfriend pouted and sulked.
"Hmpf."
Breakfast was the usual hustle and bustle of teenage hormones and guzzling food until one student asked a question that spread like a wildfire through the hall:
Where was the post?
The owls usually arrived about 15 minutes before the end of breakfast and there was currently two minutes left and the students were still sitting in anticipation.
Dumbledore, never blind to the happenings of his school, rose to his feet and tapped the side of his goblet.
The Hall had never quietened so fast.
"Students, I have noticed, and it seems that you have too, that the owl post seems to have been delayed somewhat," his tone was light and he spoke with a smile, but some people picked up on the underlying worry in his words. "Breakfast has now concluded, and as usual you should all make your way to class. If you were expecting an urgent package you may-"
He broke off and gazed towards the back of the hall. After a few short moments the entire student body was following his gaze to a solitary owl flying low across the Hall.
The entire school waited with baited breath to see who would receive this owl.
It wasn't surprising to most people when the black eagle owl descended quickly infront of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
They opened the letter and read it together, with each line, worry became further etched into the lines of their faces. After about 20 seconds Harry arose and walked to Dumbledore. They had a hurried conversation before Harry returned to his seat.
Dumbledore rose majestically in his place and addressed the school in a calm tone of voice, "Hogwarts, is under attack!"
(wouldn't you all just hate me if I left it here)
The panic was immediate. Students began talking, some rose from their places, but there was nowhere to go. A few screams and yells were obvious above the general pandemonium and the noisy clatter of dishes falling to the floor was to be heard as well
"QUIET!" came the deep yell from the head table. Professor Potter was upon his feet and yelling at the entire hall. When the noise quietened down, which it did surprisingly quickly, he spoke again.
"Panicking isn't going to help anyone, least of all yourselves. The school is under attack by Voldemort's deatheaters. We need everyone to get organized. 6th and 7th years that do DADA and are willing to fight please assemble directly in front of me. 1st to 5th years all must follow their 7th year prefects to their house towers. Lock the doors with the most advanced charms you know and fill in a roll. Don't open the door for anything or anyone. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO!"
Immediately people ran to where they were meant to be.
Hermione was organizing the people who had nominated to fight. There was only 23, and with Harry, Hermione and all of the teachers who were willing that only made 30. Hermione just prayed that Voldemort hadn't sent a large army.
"You 10!" she yelled, pointing at a group of Gryffindor 6th years. "Get up to that balcony above the staff table, when, no if, they come in the front doors shoot them down from your vantage point. Use mostly stunners, but if that isn't working, use your discretion."
Everyone was at their stations armed only with their wands and instructions from Harry or Hermione.
When everyone was in place the DADA pair turned to face the group before them. They were both surprised to note that Sirius, James and Remus were all standing there looking determined. If their plan went correctly, none of these innocent children would even have to look upon a deatheater today.
"OK people this is the plan," yelled Harry. "Me and Hermione are going to go outside and lock the doors behind us…"
Angry voices sounded that their favourite teachers were probably going to get themselves killed.
"Shhh," soothed Hermione softly and immediately the crowd fell silent. "We know what we're doing ok? Like Harry said, we're going to lock the doors behind us, and we hope to stop the deatheaters reaching the hall at all, but if they do, and they may, that's where all of you come in…"
The two of them spent about five minutes going through very basic battle tactics, things such as aiming to injure not kill, taking wands were possible to prevent further use and not going after a deatheater on your own.
Suddenly they both broke off at the same time.
"They're here."
Harry and Hermione gave one last smile to the crowd and then sprinted down the length of the hall. Harry threw open the doors and let Hermione pass through before closing them behind himself. They suddenly glowed with a gold light and there was a noise like a lock falling into place and everyone realised that 2 people had just sealed themselves from all help against an army of deatheaters.
"This is pathetic Hermione!" Harry yelled, elated by his return to what he loved, kicking some deatheater ass
"I agree, he sent like 20 of his lowest down minions, didn't even come himself!"
This was a bit of an exaggeration, this certainly wasn't the elite of the deatheater ranks, but Harry and Mione still had to fight to the best of their abilities to eradicate the threat.
From Harry and Hermione's points of views it was quite clear that they were winning this battle, by themselves, but inside the hall emotions were running high and every time there was a yell or a thud, the students and teachers were sure it was their beloved mentors being defeated.
"We have to help them!" yelled Lily, breaking the silence for the first time.
"She's right," Rhea said. "NO ONE, can take on an entire deatheater army by themselves."
Her and Lily exchanged a glance, then ran down to the double doors to help Harry and Hermione. They struggled with the door, but it would not budge.
"Lily, Rhea," sighed Dumbledore, "obviously they think they can fight this battle by themselves, so I suggest we let them."
"Unless of course," Prongs whispered to his 2 friends. "They aren't fighting them, just making it look like that."
"Of course, it makes perfect sense," said Moony
"What does?" asked Sirius
"We know they're deatheaters," explained James
"Yes…?"
"So why would they be fighting deatheaters?" questioned Moony
"Well they wouldn- ooooh."
"Comprehension dawns," muttered Remus under his breath.
"I say they're just using this as a distraction to pass information about they school to their little buddies," accused James angrily.
"Makes sense," said Moony, nodding his head. "I mean who locks themselves outside with like 1000000 deatheaters?"
"Now that doesn't make sense," said James.
"Sick bastards," growled Sirius. "Everyone's in hiding and they're out there having a good old laugh about it!"
They all looked furious.
Remus opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the doors of the great hall banging open. Everyone was stunned for a moment, but when Dumbledore let out a blood-curdling yell and sent a stunner at the fist deatheater everyone was shaken out of their reverie.
The 6th years on the balcony shot stunners down with impressive accuracy, only ever hitting deatheaters and greatly helping their cause.
Things however were going downhill fast, a handful of students and schoolteachers couldn't do much against Voldemort's faithful servants. Just as it looked that thing were going to get ugly two of the most attractive saviours in the world ran through the door.
They had single-handedly brought down 20 deatheaters, but had not managed to stop the other 20 that sneaked into the school. They went into action immediately, cursing, hexing and screaming as they went. They were truly a fearful sight. Many deatheaters were overcome by their sheer presence and therefore made easy targets for students and teachers.
As Hermione twirled the marauders minus 1 by with the grace of a ballerina dodging spells and throwing some of her own as she went, James caught Sirius' eye. The three boys communicated their revelation in just one glance, their teachers weren't deatheaters.
They had no time to talk about it though as they had to duck a cruciatus curse aimed at their heads.
Within 10 minutes, 17 of the deatheaters were lying unconscious, or gagged and bound on the floor and all of the teachers and students stood resting near the staff table.
All that is, except for 2, Hermione and Harry were currently whipping the asses of the remaining three deatheaters. True they were the three best fighters, but they had nothing on the 19 year olds from the future.
The crowd looked on in amazement as they duelled with immense skill against their opponents. Even though they were outnumbered, they seemed never to turn their back on an enemy, they were ridiculously quick.
"James?"
He answered without once looking away from the duel, "Yeah Paddy?"
"How did I ever think they were deatheaters?" he sounded almost sad, that he could ever have doubted people who could move like that.
"Don't worry mate," answered Remus. "We all did."
They fell silent to watch with full attention the spectacle before them.
When it was over, a little too soon many people thought, they pair stumbled unsteadily over to the rest of the people. Harry was bleeding from the lip and had a black eye and was walking slowly as though he had broken ribs. Hermione didn't look much better, she had a long cut on her face and a rapidly purpling bruise on her arm.
"Is everyone alright here?" asked Harry worriedly.
"Yes," answered Dumbledore. "I have accounted for everyone and there have been no fatalities, not even one serious injury."
"That's great," said Hermione with a small smile.
"But I think the more important question is are you two alright?"
"Oh we're fine," said Harry reassuringly. "We're been much worse."
"I have no doubt you have!" laughed Dumbledore, "But enough talk! You and many of the students have a date with Mdm. Pomphrey."
The crowd slowly dispersed but 6 people remained behind.
"Lily are you OK?" asked Hermione gently
She nodded her head shakily.
"Let me guess, this was your first battle?"
She nodded again.
Hermione scooped her up into her arms and Lily buried her head into Hermione's shoulder.
Harry looked at two of the most important women in his life and sighed. He rubbed his brow tiredly then looked at the Marauders.
"And you? Are you all OK?"
They nodded, and Harry noticed happily that they didn't seem so scared anymore, just a little shaken up.
"Come on," he said suddenly. "All of you. We're going to the hospital wing."
They all got up and walked out of the hall. Harry left shortly afterwards closing the door behind him.
And he had a very corny feeling that everything was going to be just fine.
that last line was lame, but i couldn't think of anything better, if you can, please tell me so i can change it.
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