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Everyone gasped and Snape hissed, "Do not speak the Dark Lord's name!"

"I KNEW HE WAS ALIVE!" Peter squealed.

"Bloody hell!"

"Ron!"

"Hermione!"

"Trelawney," Harry suddenly said.

"It's Ron, mate."

"No, I mean Trelawney!"

"What, so now we're all just speaking in crazy-talk! Are you all completely loony?" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in his frustration. Peter squealed again as he zoomed upward and hit his foot on the ceiling.

"Sirius!" Lupin said sternly. Then, he turned to Harry. "What about Sibyll, Harry?"

"She made a prophecy about Voldemort--"

"DO NOT SPEAK THE DARK LORD'S NAME, POTTER!"

"--rising again because his servant would return to him before the end of the night. I thought she was talking about Sirius…"

"Hey!"

"But, I guess she meant Pettigrew."

"What else does the book say, Remus?" Sirius asked.

"Cedric Diggory is killed by Vol--"

"DO NOT SPEAK THE DARK LORD'S NAME!!!"

"--demort," Lupin finished sadly.

"D-D-Diggory?" Harry said. "Blimey!"

"Here, Remus," Sirius said, tossing Lupin the next book. "What about this one?"

Lupin opened the book and began to read it.

"So, Sirius, are you going to let me down before all my blood goes to my head?" Pettigrew asked.

"No," Sirius stated simply.

"Why not?"

Snape cleared his throat.

"Because."

"Why?"

Snape cleared his throat even louder.

"I hate you."

"Why?"

Snape began to cough.

"You're a cowering, sniveling, betraying, back-stabbing, no-good git."

"What?"

Snape coughed as though he was just about to expire.

"I thought I made that quite plain, Pettigrew."

"Er…"

Snape then entered into a real coughing fit.

"Then again, you always were very thick."

"Hey!"

Snape stopped the spasm and began to clear his throat again.

"What is it, Snivellus?"

"My wand, Black."

"What about it?"

"I want it back."

"BITCH!" Lupin yelled, red in the face with fury. Everyone stared at him. "Sorry, I just really hate your fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"So you don't stay?" Harry asked, feeling disappointed.

"No, Snape tells everyone that Lupin's a werewolf," Ron stated.

"Jerk," Harry growled.

"Watch it, Potter!"

"We're out-of-bounds, so, you can't give me detention."

"Wait until we get back in bounds, Potter."

"Shoulda thought that one through, mate," Ron said.

"My wand?" Snape repeated.

"Now, Snivellus, here's my dilemma," Sirius began to drawl, twirling Snape's wand (Peter squealed as he spun cartwheels in the air), "If I return your wand to you, I am defenseless… so, if you were to think about attacking me, I would stand no chance. So, I think that I'm going to keep this wand. Better you than me, I figure."

"SIRIUS, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Lupin cried out.

"What?"

"You… You… You…"

"Look, Moony, if it bothers you that bad, I'll give ol' Snivelly his wand back…"

Lupin shook his head, looking very pale. "S'not that. Sirius, you… uh… you…"

"I what? Does something happen to me in Harry's fifth year? Am I caught? Is it the dementors? Remus, answer me!"

"You… You… You…"

"MERLIN'S BEARD, REMUS! ANSWER ME!!!!!"

"You die," Lupin whispered.

This concludes the third chapter. I would like to thank Mina-chan AMD, Ogreatrandom, and xpotcluver94x for reviewing for the previous chapter. Please leave lots of reviews!