Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine; I do not own it, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: I am away from the 16th to 24th august. Therefore, this shall be the last chapter you will be getting until after my holiday. You can moan all you want, just don't get the pitchforks out…please. You can read my other fanfic in the mean time? Eh?
Chapter 8: Debates
The weekend went rather slowly after that. Robyn had decided to help Sirius with his homework, as it had been her fault he hadn't done it with the others. The rain had cleared by Sunday, leaving a warm, but slightly wet, Hogwarts grounds to mess around on. James, of course, had been thrilled by the clearance of the rain. It meant that Quidditch practise would still be scheduled for Sunday evening.
Monday arrived sooner, rather than later, much to the disappointment of the students, especially fifth and seventh years that were doing O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s that year.
Sirius was the first one of the marauders to wake, and, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he gazed around the dorm. An idea struck him, and he smirked mischievously.
Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at his throat and muttered; "Sonorus." He grinned broadly and suppressed a giggle.
"WAKEY, WAKEY! RISE AND SHINE MY SUGAR PLUMS!" Sirius roared, waking not only his dorm, but also basically everyone in the Gryffindor Tower.
The effect on the rest of the marauders was immediate. James jumped about ten feet into the air before falling with an almighty thud onto the wooden floor. Remus sat bolt upright, eye's wide. And Peter just tumbled off his bed in shock.
"Quietus," Sirius mumbled, and then burst into a fit of laughter.
All three other marauders soon gathered their wits about them, and advanced on Sirius looking very Mutinous.
"Guys, guys. Come on, it was just a laugh," Sirius smirked, backing away towards the dormitory door.
But by the looks on their faces, Sirius deemed that attempt worthless and decided to flee. Running as fast as he could, he bounded down the stairs and into the common room.
Bad idea.
In the common room stood the rest of the Gryffindor population, each looking extremely like they were about to commit murder.
"Now…come on people…you love me really," Sirius said, backing away, but bumping into James, Remus and Peter.
"Hello Paddy-waddy-poo," James smirked. "Time to get our own back."
The gang advanced and picked Sirius up, carrying him out of the dorm and down the stairs, making half a racket and waking the rest of the school. Each of the houses joined the group, even some of the teachers.
"Now…be reasonable…please…guys?" Sirius yelped.
Out onto the grounds and across they carried Sirius. The bouncing group growing in size all the time, always heading in the same direction…the direction of the lake.
"Ermmm, I've noticed we're heading to the lake?" Sirius said worriedly.
He was right to be worried, as the lake drew ever nearer, the group of students and teachers grew rowdier and rowdier. The sun hadn't even risen yet and it was extremely chilly.
After no time at all the gang reached the lake and let Sirius down slightly, so only four bulky seventh years were holding him; one on each arm, and one on each leg. These four, together with a squirming Sirius, moved closer to the lake.
"Have a nice swim!" James shouted from further back, and with one huge swing, Sirius was catapulted, arms flailing widely, into the icy waters.
The group burst into laughter, and rounds of applause as Sirius surfaced, spluttering and soaking wet.
The crowd soon dispersed, leaving only the marauders, Lily, Michaela, Sue, Georgie and Robyn standing at the edge of the lake, waiting for Sirius to make his way back to dry land.
"Swim, Sirius, swim!" Georgie shouted and laughed.
Sirius made a rude gesture to Georgie before starting to swim back to the shore. It took him the good part of five minutes before he finally reached dry land. The four seventh year students must have thrown him further than anyone had thought.
Sirius stood and looked extremely wet. His black hair was flat on his head and covering half of his face. His pyjamas clung to his skin, and he was dripping water everywhere.
"You look a bit wet?" Robyn smirked and got splattered by lake water as Sirius shook himself, trying to get rid of most of the water.
Sirius growled and started to walk back up to the castle.
"No offence, but you deserved that," Sue stated, and everyone agreed.
Sirius smirked. "Guess so…but it was funny."
"No Sirius. Waking everyone up before the sun even starts to rise, is extremely stupid," Lily said groggily.
A grin slid onto James' face. "Actually, it was a brilliant idea. You, my dear wonderful Sirius, allowed me to see Lily Evans in her night wear."
Sirius grinned a grin that was identical to James'. "Not only that, we got to see every girl that came out in their night wear."
The girls all glared at Sirius. "You bunch of perverts!" Michaela said, barging past them and walking rapidly up to the castle, followed closely by Lily and Sue. Georgie and Robyn walked slower and were both giggling. They swayed their hips tartly as they walked away from the marauders. Sirius and James raised an eyebrow, both letting out mock catcalls, making Robyn and Georgie collapse into fits laughter.
Remus rolled his eyes, but couldn't prevent a smirk from creeping onto his face. "Well, we better get back up to the castle too. Breakfast will be soon now the entire school is awake," Remus said, staring at Sirius somewhat accusingly.
Smirking contently, Sirius waltzed across the ground and to the castle, his fellow marauders following close behind.
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"So, Moony old pal, old chum. What's the plan for today?" James sang while piling eggs and bacon onto his empty plate.
After rolling his eyes dramatically, Remus decided to answer his friend. "Transfiguration first, then Divination, then Charms, then Herbology, and finally, Defence against the dark arts." He recited.
"Aren't we learning about Werewolves in Defence against the dark arts today?" Robyn said, as if it was a normal every day thing.
Remus paled slightly, and his fellow marauders gave him anxious glances.
"Yeah," Sue replied, un-knowing to what secrets the boys hid. "Wonder if Professor Tyrone will go over the top with his explanation like last years Professor. Telling us what murderous beasts they are, and how they kill just because they can, yadda, yadda, yadda." She repeated tiresomely.
"He does seem like the type," Michaela pointed out. "But Werewolves are murderous beasts. They should all be killed by the ministry."
Robyn chanced a quick glance at Remus, who had paled considerably during the entirety of their conversation and looked as if he was going to throw up any second.
"Anyway," Robyn said, deciding it was high time they changed the subject, much to the relief of one Remus Lupin. "What do you think the chances are for Gryffindors Quidditch team to win the cup this year?"
"Well," James started, much to the groans and protests of his listeners, whom all proceeded to give Robyn various glances of 'why did you ask?' or 'thanks' in the most sarcastic manor.
The morning and most of the afternoon proceeded without further arguments, or mishaps. Remus began dreading the defence against the dark arts lesson even more so as he dwindled on his fears. James, Sirius and Peter did their best to try and cheer their friend up, but to no avail. It was like this before every Defence lesson when they were taught about Werewolves; Remus would go quiet and pale, even maybe throw up, before the lesson even began, got worse during the lesson, and seemed to get miraculously better after.
But, even though he wanted to, Remus could do nothing to get out of this defence lesson. He only hoped that he threw up or got ambushed by Slytherins and was made to go to the Hospital wing for the entirety of the lesson.
No such luck, and the lesson dawned more quickly than ever.
The chit chatter of the students seemed distant to Remus as they approached the entrance the their classroom for their last lesson. The laughter seemed empty, and the words made no sense. He had continued to get paler over the course of the day, but did not seem ill, or anything of the like. It was fear that now consumed him.
They all took their seats as usual and Remus, deciding to act as normally as possible, sat with his friends, behind the girls, instead of in a dark corner at the back of the classroom.
"Afternoon Class," Drawled the un-mistakable voice of Professor Tyrone. Slytherin by blood, and Slytherin by nature, he was put on this earth to make the students lives as bad as possible. "As I told you all last week, we shall we dealing with Dark creatures for the rest of the term. Today, we are starting with Werewolves. Now if you could all turn to page 394 in your text books."
There was a brief scramble as students grabbed their books out of their bags, and flicked hurriedly to page 394. They all knew not to mess with this Professor.
Robyn gasped slightly at the picture she saw. It was of the most horrific detail; a sharp-toothed monster, blood dripping from its mouth, tearing up a freshly killed carcass. Several other gasps could also be heard, and even a small whimper here and there.
"As you can see," spoke Tyrone tiresomely. "The Werewolf is a blood thirsty beast who would do anything for a fresh piece of meat. They are not to be trusted in their Werewolf state, or in their human form. Of course, the werewolf only transforms under the light of a full moon, and this is only once a month. But, for the rest of the month, it is still as un-trustworthy, and vile as it would be then. As you can see…Yes Miss Young?" sneered the Professor.
"That's extremely un-true Sir," Robyn spoke boldly. "A werewolf is like any other human, he or she just has a disease that is un-curable. They are as trustworthy as the next person. They only become what you call a 'blood thirsty animal' once a month, and they have no choice."
"Sit down Miss Young. We are in no need for your ramblings. Ten points from Gryffindor," snapped Tyrone. "Now as I was saying…what Miss young?"
"Just because you're a biased blockhead doesn't mean you have to force your opinion off on us," Robyn sneered coldly. "Don't you think we have a right to make the decision ourselves?"
There were several gasps, and mutters of approval floating through the class. The girls' sitting either side or Robyn stared at her in disbelief. The marauders stared at her in quiet approval and admiration; Remus stared at her in thanks.
"That is enough Miss Young. I think you best serve Detention for the next three weeks for your cheek. Now sit down and shut up," he sneered through clenched teeth.
Robyn sneered and sat down un-willingly. Looking towards the book, she sat in silence for the rest of the lesson.
The bell rang some forty-five minutes later, and a very tired looking gang of students exited Professor Tyrone's class. Robyn stayed behind for a couple of minutes to find out the times for her detentions, then exited herself, looking extremely disgruntled and muttering a series of extreme swearwords, all relating somehow to Professor Tyrone.
"Ugh, how can Dumbledore let him teach here!" Robyn cried as she joined her friends outside.
"I agree, he was out of line," Lily stated.
"But that was awesome," Peter smirked.
"Well done," Sirius said proudly, patting Robyn on the back as they headed down the stairs.
Robyn couldn't help but smile. Sirius was right (shock horror gasp), it was well done, even if she did get three weeks worth of detention. Thinking of this, she wandered to the great hall in higher spirits.
And she wasn't the only one.
Remus had cheered up immensely, not just because the lesson was over, but also because of what Robyn had said during their lesson.
Laughing and joking, and all in all, in high spirits, the group sat at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the food to arrive.
But, Sirius and James seemed to have been whispering a lot since their arrival at the great hall. The rest of the gang were sure they were up to something, but had enough sense not to ask them what it was.
The main meal came and went, and mischievous grins had plastered themselves onto Sirius and James' faces. Desert came, and with it came the explanation to all the whispering.
Out came Sirius and James' wands, no one saw, not even the girls who were sitting opposite them.
Several large chocolate gateau's lay across the Gryffindor table, and with a neat swish of the wand, and a quick mumbled incantation, they were soon floating. Not only were they floating, they seemed to be moving.
All of a sudden, they took speed and zoomed off from the Gryffindor table. Intended for the Slytherins, they made a sort of jut in their direction, but did not quite make it, and instead, flew straight into the faces of every staff member sitting at the staff table, including Dumbledore, who just found it amusing and started to lick the chocolate off his face.
Sirius and James quickly hid their wands and threw themselves under the table in a vain attempt to conceal themselves.
"Potter, Black. Get out from under the table this instant," snapped a very irritable and very un-mistakable voice.
Sirius and James looked solemnly at one another before stepping out from under the table with their arms raised.
"Innocent until proven guilty Professor," James smiled hopefully.
"Not this time," said a chocolate covered MacGonagall. "I'm willing to hear an explanation as to why chocolate cake is covering each staff member, and to why you were hiding under the table," she said tiresomely.
"Well, you see Professor. Remus had dropped his fork onto the floor at exactly the same time the cake hit the staff, and being the best friends we are, we went to pick it up for him and didn't see a thing," Sirius quickly invented.
"All true Professor," James agreed.
"Mr Lupin, is that what happened?" she asked Remus, even though she knew they were lying.
"Huh? Oh, yes Professor, all true," Remus said quickly.
Professor MacGonagall raised an eyebrow before sighing. "I guess you're off the hook this time. But next time Potter, Black, you could at least choose a low fat cake, chocolate goes straight to my thighs."
A/N: AHA! That's it until I get back from holiday. And the chocolate cake prank at the end is dedicated to lupinsiriusluva because she gave me the idea in the first place. Hope you like it :D
Foodisgood: Lol, I got thrown in a lake once, it was cold. Anyway, glad you liked it, and the meatloaf was lovely. ;D
Hpmangaotakuchan: I said Robyn didn't fancy any of the Marauders, but I didn't say that there would be nooooo pairings. But that's a looooooooooooooooooooooooooot later on. And I've still got a lot of bad things to write…: ( But it's all part of the plot. YES! I shall join in! He, he, he.
Lupinsiriusluva: A ha ha, Sirius a gentleman? Sometimes…more so I think in this fanfic, but that's later on…No! I'm giving too much away. I have an idea though…hope you like this chapter.
404: They sound cool, I might check them out after my hol's…Anyway, hope you like this chapter, and thanks for the great review :D. Makes me so happy, he, he.
XMissxUnderstoodx: Yey! Nice long reviews are cool. Johnny Depp with a pimp cane! WOOP! Lol. And, nope not telling anything, nope…Hope you like this chapter :D
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KrazieShadowNinja: Lol, not surprised it's hard, holding a conversation without talking…yikes…And thank you. Hope you like this chappie:D