A/N
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Lily pushed open her eyes happily. It was a Saturday – who wouldn't be? She snuggled under her covers, pulling them up and wriggling her toes in the soft fabric. Closing her eyes again, she began to drift off, or at least she tried to, but a pillow in the face is a bit of an obstruction when you're trying to go to sleep.
She spluttered and shot upright, to see Sophie by her bed, grinning manically.
"What did you do that for?" she snapped. Lily wasn't a morning person. Sophie grinned again, skipping around Lily's bed and then flipping over her. Lily groaned, the very sight of so much movement so early making her feel tired. How on earth does she do it?
She was disturbed from her reverie by another pillow.
"Alright! Alright! I'm up!"
She staggered upright, and glanced outside. She turned away, froze, and turned back again. Swearing under her breath, she pulled on her robes and ran out of the bedroom, leaving a perplexed but still manically grinning Sophie standing by her bed.
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Professor McGonagall glanced up as the blur that was now communally recognised as Sirius Black walked into detention.
"You're late, Black," she snapped, glaring at him, looking disapprovingly at his messy hair. At least, she guessed it was his hair – it seemed to be a little darker than the rest of the giant blur. With some effort, he pushed himself back into the visual spectrum.
"I'm not late, Professor, I've just got back from Professor Dumbledore's office like you told me to," he replied innocently. The Professor glared at him again.
"And what exactly have you done that I have supposedly sent you to the Head's office for?"
Sirius grinned evilly. "Oh, I haven't done anything, Professor."
She opened her mouth, getting slightly annoyed (!) when a very bedraggled Lily Evans collapsed into the room.
"Professor! Look outside!" she gasped, struggling for breath. Because it was Lily Evans – and only because it was Lily Evans – the Professor did so. She scanned the familiar landscape, tutting in annoyance.
"Miss Evans, what is it I'm – " she was cut short by her own gasp as her eyes found the Astronomy Tower.
James Potter was… chained to it. Yes, chained. With chains. She looked again. Definitely chained. He had somehow managed to get hold of some fluorescent paint – she looked at Sirius. He shrugged. They didn't know what fluorescent paint was; it wasn't supposed to be invented for another 20 odd years. Sirius couldn't be bothered to explain the fact he was no longer attached firmly to this time or dimension, also explaining why he was able to know to go to Professor Dumbledore's office before Professor McGonagall had even considered asking him to, so he shrugged.
The number of peace signs on that roof was… astounding, to say the least. They stood and stared at it for a few more minutes, before a quiet cough interrupted them from the doorway.
"It is rather remarkable, is it not?" asked a calm voice from behind them. Lily and Sirius exchanged looks – as much as a blur can exchange a look – and Professor McGonagall spun around.
"Albus, this is getting ridiculous! He's made a complete mess of the school, just look at the hallway outside – " They did so, and were momentarily blinded by the spectacular display of colours and general… floweriness.
"And now he's chained, yes, chained himself to the top of the tower! Where is this going to end?" Professor McGonagall's lips were now so tight they were practically non-existent.
"Now, now, Minerva, no need to get frustrated. He's a perfectly sensible boy." Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "I know, he may seem a little… strange, at times, but he knows when to stop."
"ALL YOU OPPRESSED SPIRITS OF NATURE! RISE UP AND BE AT ONE WITH THE EARTH!"
Professor McGonagall looked at him again, before sweeping past them all and into the corridor beyond, sending a pack of first years – yes, they travel in packs now, to prevent any of them getting… lost… into the 'darker' patches of the school – flying as she stormed down to the bottom of the tower.
A few of the braver and more skilled members of James' 'cult' were balancing on brooms around him, hands linked and legs crossed, channelling their good karma around the school. They kept a wide berth from the library, though. That was irretrievable.
"POTTER!" They all looked down, an incredibly furious Professor meeting their eyes. "GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE OR, MERLIN KNOWS, YOU'LL BE OUT OF SCHOOL SO FAST YOUR HAT WON'T SPIN!"
James looked peacefully at her. "It is within the interests of the earth and Mother Nature to protest against the barbaric abuse she has been put under lately."
A volley of curses and foul language floated up before Professor Dumbledore silenced her with a flick of his wand.
"Ah… Mr Potter… perhaps we could make some sort of arrangement?" he called up, speaking quietly but still perfectly audible. James nodded slowly. They were getting somewhere.
"We ask for a recycling system of parchment! Oh, and less abuse of the Forbidden Forest! Trees have feelings too!" he shouted down, his followers nodding in agreement. The Professor nodded, much to Professor McGonagall's annoyance, and James detached himself, stepping into the air. They all gasped, expecting him to plummet to his death, but he floated down quite calmly, surrounded by his followers. With a curt, but very relaxed nod to the little party he met, he walked back towards the Gryffindor Common Room, his followers in tow.
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Fellow Remus lovers may be wondering where he was during this little escapade. Well, his location was the library, but his occupation was far from studying. He had developed… well, you'll just have to wait and see.
"It's ready," he whispered, and his clan huddled around. "It's alive!" he laughed manically, and his clan nodded appreciatively.
"Deep."
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Sirius emerged from the ethereal plane somewhere near Sophie's left ear, causing him to collapse onto her.
"Hi, Sirius!" she said, her very words sounding… well, sugar high. He smiled at her, and gave her a small vial. It sparkled in the light, showing up its contents.
"Enjoy!" he said, before shimmering away again. She tipped some of the contents out onto her hand, smiled evilly and pranced out the room.
"Oh Liiiily…"
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James returned to the Common Room, met with either frightened retreat or hearty applause. He sat himself comfortably in the chair by the fire, his followers sitting below him, and they shared a moment of meditation before he produced a similar-looking vial to Sirius', not that he knew that.
"This is…"
"Glitter!" gasped one of the younger followers, blushing embarrassedly when the gaze of the others was turned to him.
"Well done," James said with a slight smile. They were so innocent, so corruptible when they were that age.
"This is not just glitter," he said, looking from one to another. This took some time, firstly due to the fact there were so many of them and secondly because he took so long to look. "It is… special glitter," he finished mystically, holding it up to the candlelight.
The followers gazed at it eagerly – relaxed eagerly – and were very pleased to see it consisted of little flowers or peace signs. James tipped out some onto his open hand, moving it so it shimmered in the light. As it shimmered, they saw it bunched into several slogans, including "Make love, not war!" and "Flower Power!" before returning to its original lump when James stopped moving his hand. The followers nodded appreciatively, looking at one to the other. This was… good.
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Remus also produced a small vial, also filled with glitter, from the inside of his robes as his little clan emerged from the dark depths of the library and slunked down the corridor. They had invented a new way of walking – the slunk. It wasn't quite a slink, and very similar to a skulk – it was a slunk. They trailed the glitter on the floor behind them, and it crept along the floor and up the walls, making the hallway –
Black.
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Sophie couldn't find Lily, but she soon bumped into Remus and the others, quite literally. They all hissed angrily, swatting at the light she brought with pale hands. Remus stood forwards.
"Why do you disturb the dark relaxation of our tortured souls?" he asked, and an idea popped into Sophie's mind. Behind her back, she opened the small vial.
"Oh, no reason," she said brightly, causing a few of them to hiss at the sheer cheeriness. With a fluid motion she cast the contents at the troupe.
They cowered on the floor, hissing and screaming. "It buuuurns!" they cried, and with a quick smile Sophie shimmered out of the visible spectrum, and was very proud of herself when she did – it was her first time, after all.
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Peeves floated down the corridor, chuckling to himself. These young boys did know how to get the whole castle in an uproar, didn't they? To his delight, when he turned the corner he bumped into Remus' troupe, just recovering from their little dousing. The leading boy glared up at him, emo-style.
"Life is an eternal abyss, and I am the leader of the damned."
His little troupe nodded appreciatively. "Deep."
Peeves grinned. "Now surely it's not that bad," he sniggered. With a glare and a slightly joltier throw than Sophie's Remus cast his glitter onto Peeves, who strangely absorbed it, and began to moan.
"The blackness… it buuuuurns…"
Remus nodded darkly at his troupe, who slunked after him.
A/N
Only one day left after this! –gasp- But fear not, because even if this day doesn't stretch over a few more chapters there will be a coupla epilogues Aaya and I have devised, so enjoy!
My thanks to ilovekyosohma and her FANTASTIC emo lines – that last one was one of hers so thanks soo much:)
See y'all next chappie!