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The five marauders
Chapter 28
Third-person POV
Two hours after dinner, at 8pm, the marauders have taken up the best places in the Gryffindor Common room, and were sat doing homework. Yes, you read correctly, the marauders were being good and doing their homework. At least for the first five minutes.
"NOOOO!" Sirius suddenly yelled, causing the whole common room to stare his way, "This is too hard!"
Remus and Jamie rolled their eyes. It wasn't that hard.
"Come on, Siri! It's just charms," Jamie muttered, continuing with her essay.
"Well Sor-ry Miss Know-It-All! Not all of us are bloody naturals!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Shut up! I'm trying to think," James glared.
"You too James?" Sirius gasped, looking at his working friends, "The marauders are hard working on their homework! What has the world come to?"
"Jamie, I still need an inch," Peter muttered.
She smiled at him, and took his work, reading over his untidy handwriting.
"Ok. So you've written what the spell does, the incantation of the spell, the hand movements... The history of the spell might be a bit to complicated for you… So how about what the name of the spell means?" She commented.
Peter nodded, and Jamie grinned and began explaining the etymology of the Fire-making spell, incendio.
Peter was scribbling furiously all over his parchment as she spoke, while Sirius simply snatched her own homework when she wasn't looking, and started copying it, word for word.
"OY!" She exclaimed, when she noticed this.
"Sorry hun, couldn't help myself," Sirius grinned.
She picked up her heavy charms book, and proceeded to hit him round the head with quite a bit of strength, making him cry out, and the other boys snicker.
"Damn it girl! Not all of us here are freakin' immune to pain!" He glared, rubbing the back of his head which made contact with the heavy book.
Jamie grinned, "I know. I'm the only one amazing enough to deserve that superpower."
He rolled his eyes, and put the final dot above the i.
"Finally!" He exclaimed, falling back on the couch he and Jamie were sharing.
"We've only worked on the homework for fifteen minutes, ten of which you spent on glaring at your piece of parchment before you decided to actually do something," Remus observed.
"Yeah, Whatever. What matters is that we're all finished and we can do something that is NOT boring."
"Which is…?" James asked.
"EATING!"
Remus POV
After Sirius had loudly confessed his desire for food, he jumped out of his seat beside Jamie and sprinted out of the common room, closely followed by Peter and James, the other greedy animals.
Jamie shook her head with a grin, and put her homework, along with Sirius', who, of course forgot it, into her bag. I did the same with my own and James'. Peter somehow managed to stuff his homework into his bag before darting out of the common room.
"Come on Remy. I'm starving," Jamie urged.
Jamie never ate a lot, but that was before she was starved by the death eaters. Madam Pomfrey gave her a potion which made her appetite grow, but the side effect of the potion was that her appetite would be much bigger then it was before, so now instead of eating just half, she eats at least two portions of scrambled eggs, along with a sandwich and some hot drink for breakfast. It's the same for all other meals: she eats at least three times the amount she did before.
This resulted in her gaining a bit more weight, so now she was back to her physical state she was before meeting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
She grinned at me, before grabbing my hand and pulling me through the corridors and down to a familiar painting of a giganormous fruit bowl. We were highly thankful that we didn't stumble across any teachers, Mr Filch or Ms Norris, since it's past curfew for the first-years.
Jamie held out her hand and tickled the pear, which revealed the passage to the kitchens.
"Jamie! Remus! How may Dixy serve you?" The little familiar house elf exclaimed as she caught sight of us.
I looked around the kitchen, catching sight of Peter, in front of a pile of peanut butter sandwiches, and Sirius and James who were half way through massive bowls of ice cream.
"Chocolate ice cream for me please," I said.
"Same for me, Dix, but strawberry please," Said Jamie.
We went to sit by our friends, and soon two bowls of ice cream were brought to us. We thanked the house-elves, and started stuffing ourselves with the delicious deserts.
"ARGH!" Jamie suddenly exclaimed, grabbing her head, "BRAIN FREEZE!"
We laughed as she started massaging around her forehead and eyes, and then, as if nothing ever happened, she took away her hands and her face was completely calm. She started to dig into her ice cream again, simply saying, "Gone."
This didn't however, cause her to eat the ice cream any less fiercely, and less then twenty seconds later she fell off the bench, clutching her head once again yelling, "BLOODY BRAIN FREEZE!" making us erupt into terrible fits of laughter.
We were still laughing once Jamie was back in her seat, her face calm once again. It then turned into a frown.
"So I'm immune to pain, but a bloody brain freeze will still torture me?" She spat, making us laugh even harder.
We left the kitchens about an hour and a half later, which was also two hours after our curfew.
We walked soundlessly through the corridors, jumping behind statues every so often, having to avoid any ghosts, teachers or patrolling prefects. We were almost caught by Professor McGonagall in her animagus form. We were so terribly happy that she showed us her form in transfiguration, otherwise we would have just walked past her and got caught.
At one point, Sirius heard footsteps before any of us did, and he pushed us all into the nearest classroom to avoid getting caught.
But to our misfortune, the classroom was already occupied.
"What do you five think you are doing out of bed at this time?" Came the squeaky voice of Professor Filtwick from behind his desk.
We all looked at Sirius accusingly. That moron pushed us right into the charms classroom.
None of us could think of a decent enough excuse. I was just about to make up a lie about having a detention, when Jamie composed her own ridiculous excuse.
"I took them Nargle hunting, sir. You haven't got any mistletoe around here by any chance?" She asked, looking around.
"Nargle hunting," Professor Filtwick repeated, raising his eyebrows, "And would you care to explain why, during your extraordinary hunt, Mr Pettigrew's face is covered in peanut butter?"
Darn, I thought, Good luck with explaining that, Jamie.
But she amazed me by actually coming up with something.
"Well, I heard that Nargles are highly attracted to the smell of peanut butter, and the best way to lure some right to you while hunting is to take a bunch of peanut butter sandwiches, since the little thieves absolutely love them," She explained, "Unfortunately, Peter got hungry and decided to eat them all."
Professor Filtwick raised his eyebrows once again.
"Amazing story, Miss White," He complemented, "I would like to see all five of you Sunday morning in here. Now off you trot and off to sleep."
We obeyed the little teacher and left his office, but we just about managed to hear him let out a giggle and mutter, "Nargle Hunting."
Jamie POV
I know he never noticed, but I couldn't help myself but keep on glancing at Remus every now and then during the day. I was pretty sure he didn't want any of us to know about the scars on his arms, which is why I didn't bring them up. I was worried for him, after all, who knew what had attacked him. What if it was something dangerous? It probably was, judging by all those bite and claw marks. As we walked back to the common room after our little chat with Filtwick, I mentally scolded myself for not asking him about them when we were alone in the common room. Who knew when I'd get another chance to be on my own with him?
I didn't sleep well that night. I hugged my pillow (Yes, you read correctly, MY pillow. I did return to the correct dormitory for the first time in a few weeks) to my breast, as I did my best to drift into sleep. When I did, I was hunted by nightmares of giants, vampires, werewolves and all other creatures attacking Remus, and me not able to help him.
Then it changed. This time it was much more realistic.
I, along with James, Sirius and Peter, was sitting under the beach tree on the school grounds. We all looked to be at least fifteen. James was playing with a snitch I, for some reason, knew he nicked, while Peter watched him with envy clear in his eyes. Remus was reading some kind of old and scattered book, while Sirius was gazing lazily around the Hogwarts' grounds. I myself was sat, scribbling a graffiti in some old notebook I found in my bag.
We sat like that for a few minutes, James entertaining Peter, running a hand through his hair every now and then, Remus reading his big book, Sirius grinning at every girl his gaze came upon and me, graffiting in my notebook. The graffiti I was drawing was mainly the word MARAUDERS, with four other words surrounding it. Those four words read Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, and I was just about to add another one, when Sirius interrupted the comfortable silence that surrounded us.
"Put that away, will you," He asked James, as he made a fine catch and Peter let out a cheer, 'before Wormtail wets himself with excitement."
I hit Sirius over the head with my notebook. I really hated it when they made fun of Peter.
Sirius glared at me, Peter's cheeks reddened a little, and James grinned broadly.
"If it bothers you," James said, stuffing the Snitch back in his pocket.
"I'm bored," said Sirius, "Wish it was full moon."
I rolled my eyes.
"You would," said Remus darkly from behind his book. "We've still got Transfiguration, if you're bored you could test me. Here ..." and he held out his book.
But Sirius snorted, "I don't need to look at that rubbish, I know it all."
"This'll liven you up, Padfoot," said James quietly. "Look who it is." Mine and Sirius' heads turned. We became very still, he like a dog that have scented a rabbit, Me like a rabbit that knows he's been scented by a dog.
"Excellent," he said softly. "Snivellus."
I watched as Snape got on his feet again, and was stowing the OWL paper in his bag. As he left the shadows of the bushes, where I knew he'd been sitting, and set off across the grass, Sirius and James stood up.
"Sirius, James, what are you about to do?" I asked.
But they didn't reply, they just started walking towards the lone Slytherin. I was slowly getting tired of the two boys bullying Snape, no matter how terrible he was.
I cast a glance at the two boys still sitting beside me. Remus was still staring down at his book, though his eyes were not moving and a faint frown line had appeared between his eyebrows; Peter was looking from Sirius and James to Snape with a look of avid anticipation on his face.
I quickly stood as well, and went to stand behind James and Sirius before they did something they would later regret, but before I got the chance to even open my mouth, James spoke.
"All right, Snivellus?" said James loudly.
Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack: dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted,
"Expelliarmus!"
Snape's wand flew twelve feet into the air and fell with a little thud in the grass behind him. Sirius let out a bark of laughter.
"Impedimenta!" he said, pointing his wand at Snape, who was knocked off his feet halfway through a dive towards his own fallen wand.
Students all around had turned to watch. Some of them had got to their feet and were edging nearer. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained. I, on the other hand, had a blank expression.
"James, Sirius," I whispered, "What's the point?"
Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, wands raised, James glancing over his shoulder at the girls at the water's edge as he went. Peter was on his feet now, watching hungrily, edging around me and Remus to get a clearer view.
"How'd the exam go, Snivelly?" said James.
"I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment," said Sirius viciously, "There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word."
"Sirius," I said, a little louder this time, as several people watching laughed.
Peter sniggered shrilly. Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.
His eyes met mine for a second, before they then turned to James.
"You-wait," he panted, staring up at James with an expression of purest loathing, "you- wait!"
"Wait for what?" said Sirius coolly. "What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"
Snape let out a stream of mixed swear words and hexes, but with his wand ten feet away nothing happened.
"Wash out your mouth,' said James coldly. 'Scourgify!"
Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape's mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him.
"JAMES!" I exclaimed, just as a familiar voice exclaimed, "Leave him ALONE!"
I pointed my own wand at Snape's mouth, "finite incantatem!"
I looked at my best female friend, as she strolled towards us from where she was sitting with Alice and Mary. Then I turned my attention to my best male friends. James was running a hand through his hair, Peter and Sirius had amused expressions plastered on their faces, while Remus still pretended to be reading.
"All right, Evans?" James asked, the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature, like every time he talked to the red head.
"Leave him alone," Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike, "What's he done to you?"
"Well," said James, appearing to deliberate the point, "it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean ..."
Many of the surrounding students laughed, Sirius and Peter included, but Remus, still apparently intent on his book, didn't, and nor did Lily or I.
"You think you're funny," Lily said coldly, making me shiver, "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toe rag, Potter. Leave him alone."
"I will if you go out with me, Evans,' said James quickly, making me roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, "Go on ... go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again."
Behind him, I noticed the Impediment Jinx was wearing off. Snape was beginning to inch towards his fallen wand, still spitting out soapsuds as he crawled.
"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid," said Lily.
"Bad luck, Prongs," Sirius laughed, and turned back to Snape. 'OY!'
But too late; Snape had directed his wand straight at James; there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James's face, spattering his robes with blood. James whirled about: a second flash of light later, Snape was hanging upside-down in the air, his robes falling over his head to reveal skinny, pallid legs and a pair of greying underpants.
Many people in the small crowd cheered; Sirius, James and Peter roared with laughter.
"James," I said, with a hint of warning and amusement in my voice, "Honestly, you should let him down".
Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, "Exactly. Let him down!"
"Certainly," said James and he jerked his wand upwards; Snape fell into a crumpled heap on the ground. Disentangling himself from his robes he got quickly to his feet, wand up, but Sirius said, "Petrificus Totalus!" and Snape keeled over again, rigid as a board.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Lily shouted, at the same time as I yelled, "SIRIUS!"
She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.
"Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you," said James earnestly.
"You wouldn't dare, Prongs," I whispered.
"Take the curse off him, then," Lily ordered.
James sighed deeply, then turned to Snape and muttered the counter-curse.
"There you go," he said, as Snape struggled to his feet. "You're lucky Evans and J were here, Snivellus."
"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like Lily!" He growled, "Or fucking sluts like White!"
Lily blinked, while I felt myself go red in fury.
The next morning, for the first time ever I managed to remember the dream. I quickly fished out a mini notebook I kept next to my bed, and wrote down every single detail of the dream that I could remember. A few days ago, I decided that if I ever had any of those curious dreams that seemed so realistic that it was hard to believe they weren't true, I would write them down. I already had the two dreams that I had when I slept in the boys' dormitories written down with all the details that haven't faded from my mind.
Once I was finished scribbling down the dream, I closed my eyes, and tried to remember what my friends looked like in the dream.
Sirius was tall and well built, with pale skin, long, lustrous black hair, striking grey eyes, and an air of Casual elegance surrounding him.
Remus' clothes were shabby, and he looked quite tired, but there was a mischievous glint present in his eyes, which were as brown as ever and his light brown hair was reaching just below his ears. He also looked quite tall, although it was hard to judge since all he did was sit and read, but I also noticed he was much better built.
James a tall, thin teenager with hazel eyes, which were covered by glasses with a rectangular frame (I wondered why for some reason James wore glasses in my dream, since he was never known to have to wear them), and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back. There was also an indefinable air of having been well cared for and even adored all around his presence. He was built just as well as Sirius, They both looked as if they worked out a lot.
Peter however, looked much different from the other three boys. He was pretty plump, his hair reached down all the way to his shoulders, and was clearly not well cared for, his glassy blue eyes were twinkling with mischief and excitement as he watched James play with a snitch. For some reason, he looked kind of… Mousey?
I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to see myself in the dream, after all, I was highly curious what I could look like when I'm older, even if I only saw it in a dream.
I fell asleep to those thoughts.
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