Flash
By
Snuffles4Eva
A/N: Ok, I'm putting the poem after the story. So if you wanna read it, then it'll be in the A/N at the bottom.
But, my loyal viewers (Lizzie Bennet Diaries. If you're a Jane Austen lover GO WATCH THEM. Trust me. They're brilliant), all good things must come to an end, and here you receive my humblest apologies that I cannot keep Flash going for ever, I simply do not have enough creativity present in my body. So, my humblest-est apology goes out to AusilinAzure, who begged me not to finish it yet – Sorry!
My thanks goes out to:
4701rose
Jenn222
QuidditchAtHogwarts
azaleapotter
fireflower297
gokj18
hpfan2013
queenofheaven
susan sebest
WitchBurnes
twillandbonnie
for keeping with the story (or at least, these guys are the ones on the alert list)
Also, thanks to GinnyWeasley12345 for helping me with the ending. It was a BIG help. No hyperbole. Or exaggeration, for that matter.
So, with all that out of the way, you may fear this is the last chapter – IT IS NOT. There are a few to go yet, I'm just getting the names and stuff out of the way in case I forget in my excitement to finish a multi-chaptered story.
Sirius was bored.
Not that he wasn't bored 10 times a day already, he was just bored. Spying on Prongs and Evans had only led to one thing: Mental blindness. The two flirted like two lovers, but Prongs just took it too far…
Hey Evans
Again James?
You called me James
I can go back to Potter with pleasure
Is that you will happily go back to Potter, or that it will take pleasure to make you go back to Potter? 'Cos I can certainly give you the latter.
Wouldn't you like to know.
Sirius barfed. Not literally. But in his head he was throwing up all over the place at the thought of Prongs and Lily… In fact, he didn't even wanna think about it. But the flirting…
Hey Evans
Potter, can you leave me be for one lesson? Don't I spend enough time with you already?
You know I can't even stop thinking about you.
Feeling's mutual, I'm sure.
Really?! (I had to look up what 'mutual' meant)
Ha. In your dreams.
Seriously Lily, you're never out of my dreams.
Then you are one sad, sad excuse for a human being.
You say the most charming things, darling.
No pet names.
Ok, my dearest Lily-flower.
James…
Oh, how wonderful it is when you growl my name like that…
Potter, it's a phone. And I don't growl!
Trust me, you do.
Don't
Do. I've heard it loads a' times.
When?
Well, it might have been whilst you were unconscious…
YOU WATCH ME SLEEP? POTTER, THAT IS BEYOND CREEPY.
It might have been me dreaming again…
Oh. Still creepy.
Sorry babe.
Potter?
Hmm?
NEVER say that again. EVER.
Sorry….
Where were you in this dream, anyway?
In which dream?
The one with me in it
Lils, all my dreams have you in them.
That'd better be me studying in your dreams, and nothing else, got it? Nothing!
Sure you were studying… Not gonna say what though… And it certainly wasn't in the library.
No Potter. Just no. Keep yourself to yourself, please.
Oh, you'll change your tune.
Will not.
Will too.
Will not.
Will too. Look I know you. You changed once before right?
Did not. You're an arrogant toerag.
A couple of days ago, you promoted me to 'Slightly Less Arrogant Toerag'. I can show you the text.
No. I had a migraine that day. Forgive my moment of stupidity.
Liar.
Hmph. That's what I get for putting up with you. I'm going.
Lils!
Nope.
I'll tell you what I was doing in that dream.
I've changed my mind – I don't want to know.
Too right you don't wanna know… You'd hex me something bad.
Potter.
There you go with the growling again.
I am not growling. I am typing. There is a difference.
Hey Evans, do you think dreams tell the future?
What am I? A seer?
'Cos if they do… Future me is gonna have it good!
Potter, I don't want to know.
Of course you want to know, you're the good part ;)
Is that an emoticon?
Yep. Just figured out how to put them in.
Oh, good for you. Now stop.
Touchy today aren't we, Lils?
Only when I'm near you Potter, only when I'm near you.
Sirius had had enough. He turned both phones off, and stuffed them into his magically enlarged pocket, hoping they would stay in there forever. Marlene, however, seemed to have different ideas.
'Any update on the Lily-Potter relationship?'
'Check for yourself – I'm mentally scarred' He said, passing her the phones. She turned the phones on, and looked at the messaging history, her face varying degrees of disgusted at she did so. Turning the screen off, she turned to Sirius.
'Is your friend always that… Charming?' she added, sarcastically.
''Least put on vibrate again for me – I must push on with my experiment, no matter what the consequences'
'It's your funeral' muttered Marlene 'I'd charge the medicals bills to Potter's family though – he's got a bit of dough to pay them with' She turned the vibrate back on, and the phone buzzed immediately.
They both groaned.
A few hours later, they were sat in Charms. Flitwick was on a rather uninteresting lecture on the uses of banishing charms. Most of the class were asleep. The only two still conscious were Lily Evans, unsurprisingly taking notes, and James Potter, who was texting on his mobile. The phone lay on the desk between the two, neither really wanting to pay attention to it. It buzzed. Marlene lifted her head, groggily.
'Again?' she complained.
Sirius nodded.
'Your turn'
'Is not'
'Is too'
'Is not'
'Is TOO!'
Marlene's yelp woke most of the class, and cut off Flitwick's lecture.
'Ms McKinnon' he frowned at her from his podium 'as happy as I am that you're awake, could you please leave your personal life outside of my classroom, please?'
'Yes sir' Marlene said meekly, whilst glaring at Sirius. He lifted his hands up in surrender.
'Ok, ok, I'll get it'
'Good'
He looked at the phone reluctantly.
Potter?
Sirius sighed.
'They're not at it again? Are they?' Marlene whispered in disbelief.
'Yep'
Evans, I do believe that is the first time that you have ever text me first. Celebration!
Marlene groaned in frustration. Sirius felt the same way.
Potter that is no cause to intoxicate the third year Gryffindors.
But you don't mind if I get you drunk?
Of course I mind. But for your information, I never have been drunk.
Ahh, my dear Evans, that is where you are wrong.
Ok, I have maybe been drunk once. At home. Well, in a Muggle pub. In the Christmas holidays. Last year.
Oh, I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Well you have a better memory than- wait. You weren't there?
Err, yes, about that..
Potter?
I was gonna tell you, Lily-flower, but…
But what, Potter?
Really? My name is James, Evans.
And my name is Lil- hold on, tell me what you were gonna tell me.
I kinda caught you when you passed out… Gave you a sobering charm… The morning after…
POTTER? The morning after? The morning after what?
Oh, yeah. Remember how I always wanted to show you my house? Yeah, well, next time, it would be nice if you were conscious.
I've been to your HOUSE? I've SLEPT at your house? Potter, you're in BIG trouble…
I'm not sure whether to be scared, or happy about that. See you on rounds tonight Lils – be looking forward to it ;)
I told you to stop using those!
Sirius put the phone down, and turned to Marlene.
'They're stuck' he said, simply.
'Stuck in what?' Marlene asked
'In deadlock'
'Big word for you, Black'
'Will everyone stop that? I'm not stupid!'
'Yeah… Carry on'
'Anyway, they're stuck in deadlock. They're flirting with each other, but neither has the guts to tell the other one how they feel, and they're too thick to realise it themselves.'
'And how are we meant to help?'
'We're going to give them a little push'
'And how are we gonna do that?'
'Ok, ok, I only have so many smart brain cells! I can't use them too much'
Sirius thought. And thought. And thought. He thought like he had never thought before. He thought so much it hurt his head to think, and he had to plead ill from Transfiguration. McGonagall didn't let him go, but his head still hurt. And it was all in vain.
Until dinner.
'I've got it!' He yelled, spraying Remus with mashed potato.
'Got what?' inquired James.
'Nothing' replied Sirius, a worryingly sly smile on his face 'Nothing at all'
Down the table, Marlene was calmly eating her dinner when suddenly she yelled 'He's got it!' knocking over her glass of pumpkin juice into Mary's lap.
'Who's got what?' Lily asked.
'Nobody. Nobody got nothing' Marlene replied, a sneaky smile forming on her face 'Nothing at all'
A/N: I promised you the poem, so here it is. Just bear in mind that I do not normally write poetry – that's my brother's area of expertise.
Here's the poem, anyhow:
If only life were like books
Where Heroes always win
And clichéd endings where characters find
True peace from deep within
If only life were like books
Simplicity ruled the world
Where children play at liberty
And danger lies unfurled.
If only life were like books
We wouldn't be in this mess
No more war, fighting, dying
But love, and happiness.
If only life were like books…
Urgh. It makes me feel so soppy. I hate it. Oh well, just tell me what you think… And leave a little ash after you've burnt it up, ok?