A/N ~ Yep, it’s been a hideously long time, and if any of you are still out there, I apologize for the long wait. No excuses. Lots of characters here, some old, some new, and even a smattering of Snape. Please be aware that this is a mature chapter, so there’s your warning. I do hope you like it, because I'm not so sure. Shout out to madgooner, siriuslyawesome, marauder lady, Tor Petty, Siriius, sugarcookie, orangezauber, SpringTime and ChoS sista gurl, Crazy one, x3CherryWatermelonx3 and Celebrian Black. Thanks so much for all the fantastic reviews, and the most reads I ever got for a chapter, it was highly encouraging. Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own what you already know.
Sirius chose an early Friday evening to implement his plan. Classes would be finished, homework could always wait, and hopefully no one would be looking for either one of them. Waiting any longer was not an option, and something had to be done and quickly. The tension between Lily and James grew exponentially every day, and started to spill over to anyone in its wake. Just the day before, a few misfired hexes almost singed a second year’s eyebrows off to the point where she’d never have to pluck again. These were not the things that should be exchanged between the two Heads of Hogwarts. Sirius suspected that once he succeeded in his plan, even Albus Dumbledore himself would commend him for a job well done. During History of Magic, his mind comically wandered over the giant ostentatious ceremony where he would receive a golden plaque commemorating his brave and brilliant service to the school. Although it was a funny thought, it certainly was not a realistic way to whittle his time away.
Naturally Remus would have no part in the play, and neither would Shannon, exactly as he predicted. Still, his lovely Shannon did sweetly promise to hide him away from any catastrophic aftermath. And the idea of hiding away with her was much more interesting than squib accomplishments to the wizarding world in the sixteenth century. He knew if Julia would have been here, she’d be right by his side on this.
As the day wore on, he stole moments to let his mind wander over the finer details. And before he knew it, the last class of the day was upon him, Care of Magical Creatures. Sirius sat at his worn workbench drumming his fingers and hoping to idly coast through the hour. They were early, nearly by twenty minutes, eager to get the class out of the way. And it appeared that most of the other students felt the exact same way. Unfortunately, the class mostly comprised of Gryffindors and Slytherins, with only a handful of the other two houses. Ravenclaws almost always preferred theory to hands on instruction, and Hufflepuffs just didn’t favor beasts.
Sirius sighed deeply. Time definitely couldn’t move fast enough. It was never interesting when Professor Kettleburn moved things inside due to the cold weather and most times boring old theory made up the bulk of the lesson. In actuality, Sirius did like Kettleburn, mostly because the man could find himself in even more perilous situations than the Marauders. That was certainly something to respect. And his prosthetics were rather nifty, consisting of a steel Frankenstein-like leg and two shiny articulated hands. Not many things could escape that man’s vice grip.
Interrupting his thoughts, a hulking huge figure cloaked in stiff burlap robes sidled down the aisle carrying what looked to be the very same ever filling buckets from so many countless detentions. Yet, these buckets differed greatly with the addition of snug screened lids fastened upon them. Whatever was in there certainly wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon. James plopped down next to him, after a half-arsed attempt to charm a few seventh year Hufflepuffs, excitement filling the frames of his glasses. Leaning forward, he whispered in Sirius’ ear.
“What do you think is in there?”
“Definitely not your charm with the ladies,” Sirius casually said with a shake of his head. As usual, James snorted off his insult and began folding parchment paper planes caught in a world all his own. Deep down, James still held a slight resentment that Kettleburn allowed Sirius to ride the hippogriff in fourth year, and not him.
The rest of the class grew silent save for a few Slytherins who made their typical snickers and snide remarks about the giant. The hairy man carefully set the buckets down mindful not to jiggle their contents, and turned to leave the way he came, never acknowledging an eye or ear at such trite students. Naturally aloof coupled with a generally soft disposition were not the words that would describe a half-giant, but they were the words that sprang to Sirius mind. Yet, when he walked past the student tables, one could actually feel a change in atmospheric currents. So much for the butterfly effect, Sirius smiled to himself, much more like the Kraken effect. But the gargantuan man suddenly stopped directly in front of Sirius’ desk.
“If it isn’ James Potter and Sirius Black,” Rubeus Hagrid cheerfully said. He leaned down and attempted a nonchalant whisper. “Bet yeh didn' think class would be this excitin’ today.” His thick eyebrows wiggled up in whipping excitement like two furry beaters bats. Sirius smiled at Hagrid’s brawny attempt at quiet banter. Half the class leaned in for an earful.
“Afternoon Hagrid,” Sirius looked up at the grinning man who was about to let the proverbial dragon out of the bag.
“Hiya, Hagrid,” James said, bending forward and beckoning Hagrid to come closer. “Mind telling us what’s in those covered buckets? It’d be nice to have a heads up. Usually Kettleburn only allows theory indoors these days, especially with what happened with the kappas.”
“Fraid I can’ - been sworn to secrecy I have.” James face fell, more than suggesting his disappointment. “But I can tell yeh tha' Sirius shouldn' be havin' any problems with today's lesson, tha’s fer sure,” he grumbled a chuckle, “definitely tha’s fer sure.” Hagrid and his broad smile, however unusually secretive today, beamed back at the two Gryffindors.
“And,” he cocked his head and added, “maybe this time, he’ll avoid the ones wit’ the twitchin’ tails.” A large gnarly hand rapidly clapped to Hagrid’s mouth. “Probably shouldn’ have said tha’.” With a shake of his massive head, Hagrid stomped away, ashamed that he never could keep a secret.
“Gungders, huh? At least you can coast through the rest of class, unless you take an immense fancy to one that is.” James gently ribbed Sirius
An annoying tinge of dread filled Sirius’ stomach. It would have to be gungders. Although they were rather cute with their fluffy tails and their cherubic monkey faces, they were also tenacious beasts with sharp pointy teeth. And the smell they emitted was perhaps the most offending scent to ever grace the earth, and Sirius actually contemplated if he attracted hairy beasts.
“Soon to be reunited with your better half, eh Black?” Nicodemus Avery leaned in from behind, a disgusting excuse for a smirk gracing his sharp features. Sirius jaw clenched at the sound of the Slytherin’s taunt, and the chuckles that followed it.
“Watch yourself Avery, if you know what’s good for you,” James warned him with newfound authority, wand boldly twirling in his fingers.
Relatively everyone at Hogwarts knew of Sirius’ detention, and the great gungder debacle, or at least everyone smelled it firsthand since he permeated the entire castle. Still, Sirius did not take Avery’s comments lightly, and his stature stiffened further at the mindless taunt.
“Oh ho, lookie here Nerodin, Head Boy’s going to deduct house points,” Avery snidely cocked his head in challenge. Not a single wavy hair moved on his head, almost as if it were plastered upon his head by some unseen force. Glaring back, James’ eyebrows furrowed in concentration
Alex Nerodin smiled deliberately, his fingers stroking the ebony wand, eagerly anticipating his attack. As his other hand rubbed his forearm suspiciously, an unlikely nasal fueled voice broke apart their tense stares.
“Even a lowly gungder has better taste than Black,” Severus Snape recanted, a deliciously dry drawl dripping from his lips. Nerodin and Avery grinned like crazed hyenas at their fellow Slytherin’s clever rebuttal. Despite his fascination with the dark arts, Severus generally kept to himself and away from the likes of the future Deatheaters of the wizarding world, but times change and along with it sometimes people. Lately it seemed Snape was always with Nerodin and Avery. Sirius was not at all pleased, but certainly not surprised. He stood up, wand loosely held in his hand, never breaking eye contact with the greasy Slytherin.
“Oi Snivelly, aren’t you the clever lass? Finally stepping out from behind mummy’s skirts,” Sirius casually waved his wand at the smirking forms of Nerodin and Avery, “to prove yourself to the dark cause. But look at that James, he still can’t manage to wash the grease out of his hair.” As if on cue, James menacingly laughed in agreement. “I’ll bet Mummy and Dadsy over there are keeping you too busy washing and licking the grease from their nasty bits, eh?”
That did it. Nerodin and Avery jumped up at Sirius’ inference, dark carved wands clenched in knuckle white fingers ready for a fight. Severus hardly flinched. His nostrils flared and he took a step closer to Black, flanked by the other two Slytherins. Of course, James not wanting to be left behind, deftly stood beside his best mate, the left side of his mouth curled up in the trademark Potter style.
Two against three, perhaps an uneven making for a showdown, but this did not rankle either side. Everyone knew that Potter and Black could hold their own regardless of the numbers. The air was stagnant like the calm before a storm; only a quill could be heard fluttering to the floor. No one even dared to breathe.
Most of the other students already moved out of the line of fire and waited with bated breath for what would most likely be the duel to end all duels.
“No one’s around to stop us,” Nerodin cracked a smile. “No rules, no consequences. You game Black?”
Sirius’ eyes lit with a burning intensity. “Oh yes,” he said with a deadly delight. A sudden rustling of robes behind him caught his attention, but he kept his focus on the three Slytherins.
“Wait,” a voice stepped forward belonging to one Amos Diggory, surprisingly enough. “Three to two doesn’t seem all that fair.” He playfully scratched his ear with his wand as his hair flopped to the other side. “Let’s even it up.” And with that, he stood next to Sirius, wand raised and ready. Nicodemus chuckled at the useless Hufflepuff, but nodded his head in agreement. It seemed at the end of the day, Diggory wasn’t the complete tool he appeared to be, James thought and smiled wider.
A nervous twitch in Avery’s left arm jerked his head abruptly, although his hair still held its cemented place, and all hell broke loose.
Bolts of coloured light burst from every direction, reflecting off every surface like battling rainbows. Students swiftly dove for cover under their tables, hoping to not get hit by a stray curse. With each deflection, Sirius found himself laughing louder, hurling out a series of spells in a consecutive flourishing fashion. He found that he was having the time of his life quite honestly. James also appeared to be enjoying himself, practically prancing about as he dashed from the Slytherin attack and shooting some of the more revolting disfiguring spells their way. Even Diggory got a few good ones in before a turbulent gush launched everyone’s wands clear across the long room.
Lily Evans stood tall, her wand arm pointed out with savage intensity. Her emerald eyes blazed as she looked over at each of the wizards. Severus’ hair dripped with something most horrifying, and both Nicodemus Avery and Alex Nerodin had sprouted tails. From the floor, Amos scrambled up holding his head down. Sirius quirked a sorry eyebrow when her eyes finally landed upon him and his torn robes, though James only smirked back as if he was the one who ate all the pumpkin tarts. She stepped closer and each one could feel the fire in her glare.
“Lily,” Amos licked his dry lips, “the Slytherins started it. They –”
“I don’t care who started it, I’m finishing it!” Lily’s tone was undeniably not to be trifled with. “I am well within my rights to deduct massive amounts of house points from each one of you, not to mention reporting this outrageous incident to the Headmaster immediately.” Her attentions now focused on James and Amos. “You’re the Head Boy for god’s sake, and Amos, you’re a Prefect.”
“And I,” Nerodin interrupted unconcerned at her threats, “do not have to listen to a lowly filthy mudblood like you.”
“Oh, that’s it you fucking bastard,” and James without another pause mightily decked the Slytherin square in the face. A collective gasp from the watching students was heard but quickly overwhelmed by the mad sound of scuffling bodies. Punches were being thrown in a tangle of limbs, and Sirius happily belted the nearest Slytherin in the vicinity which happened to be Avery. Unfortunately, he didn’t knock him down and found he was equally jabbing and ducking punches. Avery was much larger, but Sirius was certainly faster. Sharp bony knuckles grazed his cheekbone as he dove away from another one of his meaty blows. In the corner of his eye, he could see that a whole lot of others had joined in the fight. Other seventh year Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws eagerly attacked other Slytherins. He swung again, coming into crunching contact with Avery’s nose. His eyes then caught a most interesting sight.
Hufflepuff Katie Connor sat atop the squirming body of Slytherin Missy Sternchild, slapping the living shite out of her red squealing face. Missy clawed at her face, quickly clinging to a long curl of Katie’s hair, and pulled it mercilessly. Slapping between the two continued to new proportions, and even Avery stopped to admire the view. The two tumbled and rolled about the wood floor, screeching and cursing worse than any wizard Sirius had ever heard. Missy was now straddled on top, clawing at Katie’s writhing form. Her sharp talon-like nails shredded Katie’s jumper and her shirt underneath, exposing a single bra clad breast. A few other lads, including Amos, ceased their own battles to watch the two. Open mouthed, Sirius and Avery panted from their own exertions but excitedly observed the girls. There was nothing in the world like two girls wildly going at it.
“Contemptuous slag!” Katie exclaimed, roughly pulling a fistful of Missy’s thick curly hair which tipped her head back completely. She ripped the Slytherin off of her, taking along some of Missy’s precious locks.
“You two-faced bitch!” Missy cried, her pale hand clutching her naked scalp. She pounced on Katie with new found fervor, clawing and ripping at her clothes. One strap of Katie’s bra snapped completely exposing her pink naked breast and most of the boys stopped their punches straight away. All but one.
Severus Snape, who had been busy fighting off a smaller Hufflepuff named Thomas something or other, delivered a final rapid blow to his face. Immediately, he spun around searching for his wand, cursing his fellow Slytherins for not doing the same, and his eyes fell upon the raging girls. Then, his eyes caught the sight of Sirius Black standing stock still, his back to the Severus, lecherously watching the same two girls fighting. Right beside him stood Nicodemus in a similar state, like all the other wizards in the room. He rounded towards Sirius with vengeful intent, figuring for once in his life he had the advantage, and he would show the bastard never to turn his back on him again. In three paces, he was behind him, craning his long arm as far back as he could manage in order to deliver the most powerful punch to Sirius’ perfectly chiseled features. No girl would ever look at him again, if Severus hit him properly.
Suddenly, with a flowering fury of robes and red hair, a hideously large tome of Which Witch; a Full History of Witch Contributions to Magical Society cracked over the top of Severus’ head echoing a tremendous thump throughout the hall. His arm released and found only empty air as he toppled to the ground.
Lily stood over Severus, panting from the exertion when Sirius turned around to see what the loud noise was from. He saw Lily, the fire in her eyes still smoldering as she tightly clutched the gigantic book. His eyes fell to the floor to see Severus laid out cold, one corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. Before Sirius could even thank her, Lily sprung forward again, swinging the book once more at Avery’s face and kicking him perfectly in the family jewels. Avery howled in pain joining Severus on the ground, water filling his dark glowering eyes.
“He was about to hit you from behind,” Lily gasped waving the book over both Slytherins’ heads. “Well, they both were.”
Sirius quirked a wicked smile. “I’m just glad that you like to read so much Lily,” he winked thankfully at her. Fighting roughly resumed around them, and Lily pulled her book up, strangely eager to get back to it.
“Me too,” she released a shaky laugh. “So much for witch contributions to the magical world,” and for the first time, she winked back at Sirius. Lily spun around and charged toward a combative mixed group of Slytherins, Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Hopefully, Sirius thought, she wouldn’t later decide to take that damn book to his head after his plan was underway.
All around Sirius, the fighting continued, with most of the seventh year students exuberantly tussling muggle style. He noticed a few girls, two trembling Ravenclaws and a stray Hufflepuff, crouched beneath a table towards the front. Missy and Katie hadn’t stopped once, rolling around the dusty floor driven to tear each other apart. They were certainly getting closer to the goal, as now Missy’s skirt was torn to the waist revealing an emerald pair of satin panties. Sirius gagged, choking on the hint of vomit that burned in the back of his throat from the vision of a Slytherin issue intimates. But even he had to admit it was quite hot to watch the girls pawing at each other like that. Shaking himself from the scene, he further glanced around in the direction where his wand flew earlier.
At the other end of the room, James still fought Alex Nerodin. Although he staggered quite obviously, he grinned manically underneath his bloodied face. Alex looked just as beaten, yet his face burned with intense hatred. He hurled two or three fast jabs at James in final desperation to disintegrate the smile from his face. James easily deflected the punches, and boisterously egged him on.
“Is that all you got? You punch like a bloody girl Nerodin!”
“You’re a blood traitor scum Potter, you and your despicable band of friends, always pulling stupid pranks. I’ll see you dead before I’m through,” Nerodin hissed through clenched teeth.
James only laughed and circled the Slytherin. “Surprised you’re saying that after almost losing your own flaccid wand last time,” James tauntingly referred to the recent incredible shrinking underwear prank. “Too bad we didn’t succeed,” he snorted, “it’s a shame that one day you still may reproduce.”
“You fucking git!” Nerodin pounced upon him in full force, but James easily bucked him off, finally flattening him once and for all.
Sirius scrambled on hands and knees searching through the interspersed wands before he found his own and rose abruptly. Dorcas materialized instantly before his eyes, her own Gryffindor tie loose around her neck and a few buttons missing over a rather precarious place. His wide eyes stared down at her chest, filled with rakish lust.
“And I thought you only thought of me as a sister,” Dorcas jestingly scolded him.
“Oh, I do!” Sirius quickly looked up into her eyes. “But breasts are still gorgeous to see no matter whom there on.” His eyes wandered back to hers with wonder and he playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
“Down boy,” she shoved his shoulder in return. “Kettleburn’s going to be here any minute, and I think we should put a stop to this.”
“Right, absolutely,” Sirius finally tore his eyes away from her assets and looked at the scene in the classroom. Chaotic pandemonium rang throughout the classroom in its most simplest and pure form. “Too bad though. I think we had this one.”
“Well, save it for another day Black,” Dorcas answered him just as the large door behind them creaked opened.
“What in the blazes is going on here?” Remus Lupin stood next to Ravenclaw Stella Sturgis in absolute shell-shock. Stella’s head whipped back and forth between the fighting students, and she had to blink numerous times as if she were making sure what she was seeing was real.
“The early bird gets the worm, Moony,” Sirius cryptically laughed.
“We’ll explain later. But we have to stop this. Have you seen Kettleburn?” Remus stared down at Dorcas open blouse, and jerked his light eyes away turning at least a dozen shades of red before settling on a normal shade of pale pink. He found it more than difficult to find words right then.
“Yeah. We just saw him crossing the courtyard,” Stella answered. “He’ll be here any moment.”
“Perhaps a Petrificus Totalus?” The others nodded at Dorcas in agreement, readying their wands. “And Merlin willing, we’ll have a chance to tidy things up if we can. On the count of three. One, two, three!”
All four students shouted the spell harmoniously and the battling seventh years immediately became stiffer than the planks of century old gallows. And then more than a dozen earth shaking thuds sounded as the students hit the floor one by one.
“Right. Enough’s enough. Everyone listen up!” Dorcas charged forward so that everyone could hear her, the eyeballs of the petrified students spinning round to get a glimpse of her. “Kettleburn’s on his way, and if you all don’t want to be expelled in your last year at Hogwarts, I suggest you turn the other cheek and live to fight another day.” Sirius and Remus followed directly behind her, waving their wands and uttering a few spells to clean up the mess. Blood disappeared and ripped clothing mended, although Sirius silently regretted repairing Katie’s shirt.
“And before we remove the petrification charm on you lot,” Dorcas shouted as she repaired a few broken chairs, “you’d best all agree to stop this madness. No more fighting, no more hexes. Close your eyes if you are in agreement, and we’ll lift the spell. Otherwise you will find I can be your worst nightmare.”
“Don’t you just love a woman who takes charge?” Sirius teasingly muttered to Remus, elbowing him in the side. Remus wiped the perspiration from his brow, and shook his head with a small smile.
Everyone quickly closed their eyes, though they couldn’t have argued even if they tried. Avery reluctantly shut his eyes as Remus hovered over him, wand held out waiting to remove the spell. Lily shut her eyes tightly as Dorcas approached, more than beyond embarrassed at her involvement with something so low. When Sirius reached James, excitement still burning in his hazel eyes and he winked once before he too shut his eyes agreeing to the terms. Severus Snape was still out cold.
With every passing second, students quickly returned to their places, tidying their disheveled appearances the best they could and staring daggers at one another. Dorcas threateningly waved her wand in the face of anyone who appeared to be out of order, including Katie and Missy who both attempted a few more swipes at the other. Separating the Slytherins from the Gryffindors provided a minor challenge, as Avery tried to lunge again at Sirius, but was held back by Alex Nerodin. He leant forward whispering something quietly in his ear, and Nicodemus unconsciously rubbed his left arm, an amused snarl playing about his lips in response. Both walked to the other side of the classroom, silently obeying without causing any more serious trouble.
Tables and chairs were splintered into a hundred pieces, books stood open ripped apart and smoking in some circumstances. But it was nothing that a good Repairo charm couldn’t handle. A few students even helped to sort out the damages to the classroom with some quick wand repair charms. Amazingly enough, the buckets perched on the front table still stood upright, screens snapped on tight. Apparently, no one wanted to take any chances in releasing those stinky creatures.
“What do we do with him?” Amos Diggory stared down at Snape’s passed out figure, the toe of his shoe gently prodding his side.
Before anyone could possibly provide a plan, the large double oak doors swung open. The remaining students scrambled to their places, facing front and pasting their faces with the most innocent and bored expression they could muster. Kettleburn fervently oscillated forward through the long aisle toward the head of class. Every other step thundered deeply, causing every lone quill to vibrate and every spine to shudder. It wasn’t that Professor Kettleburn was scary by any means, but he had a temper, and the rusted metal eye patch didn’t lend the look of genial kind wizard to his appearance. In fact, much speculation bloomed from what exactly might have happened to the ill-fated eye. But it had always been that way, at least as far as most students could remember.
“Well, a good afternoon to you seventh years,” his voice boomed over the noise of his leg. Once he approached the front, he spun around to prepare them in the finer points of today’s lesson. “I realize you are probably all disappointed that we’ve called class indoors today, but never fear! I promise it will be a most interesting hour with some very curious specimens.”
“Now then, please take out your quills and manuals, and turn to page seven hundred and eighty-three,” Kettleburn waved his crooked wand over the blackboard. Magically the word ‘gungder’ scrawled across the empty board. “Gungders are one of the more important magical creatures in our world. They can detect even the minutest vibration of magic within a hundred mile radius.”
“Not to mention making you stink like troll’s arse,” Sirius whispered to James.
Kettleburn swiveled around on his Frankenstein appendage. “Yes, Mr. Black. You would know all about that firsthand, wouldn’t you?” And now his good eye glared back at Sirius. It darted back and forth between him and James, but then began to skirt around at the other surrounding students when he overheard a few stifled snorts from his comment.
“Despite appearances, I do still have the full capacity of my hearing.” The Professor edged down the aisle, glancing back and forth between students. “Mr. Black? Would you mind explaining to me why half of my students are sporting either black eyes or split lips?”
Sirius’ mouth fell open. Pathetically he bit his lip at the unusual complete loss of words scenario and shrugged apologetically. But it was James who answered their Professor’s delving question.
“Ah, sir, maybe I can answer that for you.” James Potter stood up in such sudden commanding glory; it was amazing lights didn’t shine out from every orifice of his body. Sirius was just happy he had his back. “You see, a student accidentally, and unwittingly I might add, cast a Deprimo spell.”
“I see. Accidentally, you say?” He rose what was left of the bushy eyebrow over his eye plate in sheer skepticism.
“Oh yes, most certainly.”
Kettleburn turned around pondering the question, and searching for any physical damages besides a few scuffed up students. He contemplated consulting the gungders, but was honestly more interested to see how Potter intended to talk his way around this one. He rather enjoyed Potter and Black’s stories which when retold to other professors were always good for a long laugh. Even though Silvanus Kettleburn was a quite jagged character towards all of his students, he held a great amount of favour for those two, though he’d never admit it.
“Damages were minimal, I assume?” James nodded his head, and the professor continued walking past him to the back of the long room. “Strange that a singular Deprimo spell could wreak so much havoc, especially upon the faces of my students. It appears more like a mass duel may have occurred here.”
Lily Evans rose from her seat at the front next to Dorcas. “Actually, sir, a few other spells were fired in the mix. I suppose in reaction to the first.” Silvanus swiveled around along with every eye in the room.
“Mass chaos, it was sir,” James added.
“I see.”
Lily cleared her throat and flipped back the loose strands of her hair that had fallen out in the fight. “Someone cast a few blocking charms, and a pretty pesky Avis charm coupled with an Oppungo charm.”
“Damn birds,” James glanced down at Kettleburn’s angry eye, “Sorry sir. There were birds everywhere, diving at everyone in the room. It was almost impossible to contain them all.”
“Well thank Merlin both Heads were here then,” Kettleburn sardonically smiled. “Though it is rather curious that the room appears to be in quite good order, wouldn’t you agree?” His eye caught only a glimpse of a worn pair of black boots sticking out languidly from one of the last tables.
“We were able to get most things tidied up before you arrived,” Lily stuck her chin out, never once glancing at James, “especially with all the help from the other students.”
If ever there was a warm smile on Kettleburn’s ragged mug, it was right now. “Well, very good,” he nodded once walking back towards James. “Good to see some inter-House spirit for a change. But do tell me,” he inched closer, “why in the world is Severus Snape sprawled out cold at the back of the room?”
No one had a proper answer for that question. As it turned out, Lily offered an explanation to the professor that a maybe rather large chunk of something or other had hit him from behind. And James pointed out that there were many things swirling about the room at the time. No one knew for sure.
Naturally, Silvanus was surprised that the two Hogwarts Heads hadn’t thought to bring the unconscious student to the infirmary, and ordered them to do so immediately. Their professor also told them to stay with Severus until he was revived. Lily angrily packed her satchel slinging it across her shoulder. An arrogant smirk danced across James’ face as he prepared to leave, thrilled to get out of the next hour with the blessed gungders.
“Lucky bastard,” Sirius muttered to him behind his parchment.
“Wanker,” James mumbled back through smiling lips.
Quickly the two Heads met by the sleeping Slytherin and clumsily hoisted him up to carry him out. Severus’ head flopped forward, greasy hair indecently tickling James’ stubble chin. Thinking fast, as James usually did, he retrieved his wand, ready to cast a hovering spell upon Snape.
“Oh. Mr. Potter, Miss Evans? They’ll be no need for hovering spells. I believe that more spell work might cause further damage to poor Severus. Best carry him to the infirmary the good old fashioned way.” Professor Kettleburn delighted in the idea that regardless of their flimsy story, they’d at least be sore by the end of it. And so did Sirius. Better to be stuck with a hundred horny gungders than greasy Snivellus.
James let out the grumble of a sigh, and Lily shot him her famous burning glare, generally reserved only for him. They unevenly wobbled out of class, already arguing about who wasn’t carrying their share of Severus’ bulk.
“Now that that’s settled, let’s return to our lesson. Mr. Black, why don’t you step up here with Mr. Diggory and show us just how to work with a feisty gungder.”
The only good thing about the lesson was that it gave Sirius a chance to thank Amos for standing up in the fight. The two gungders they were assigned were not nearly as crafty as the one Sirius encountered before.
“I probably should thank you, Diggory.”
Amos shrugged and breathed a laugh. “Nah, those nasty blokes had it coming. And it was unbelievably fun.”
“Yeah, it was,” Sirius waved his wand over the beginning twitching tail of his gungder, speaking an immobulous charm.
“Besides,” Diggory added, “I suppose sometimes we need to stick together. Despite past, oh shall we say indiscretions like changing my facial anatomy,” he stared underneath his eyebrows at Sirius, “we really have a number of things in common.”
“Right,” now it was Sirius turn to stare back in questioning confusion. “Like what?”
“Well, mostly, being two incredibly gullible prats falling arse over elbows for a beautiful but cold and heartless manipulative witch.” Amos was obviously referring to his recent break-up with Angelina Redding, which general rumor had it, didn’t bother him in the least. It seemed to everyone else that Amos was quickly moving on to broader horizons, namely Lily Evans. Yet, Sirius could see the slight look of pain in his eyes, that same look that most men fight dearly to hide. Angelina definitely left some damage in her wake.
“Yeah,” Sirius clapped him consolingly upon the back. “You could probably freeze the Black Lake on her bum. Not one for tenderness, that one.”
“Definitely not. That will be the very last time I go for a bird simply because she’s damned awful gorgeous,” Amos clapped him back. “Sorry if I was a complete prick. I know there’s no excuse, but the witch actually encouraged me whenever you were around.”
“Diabolically manipulative,” Sirius corrected Amos former description of the wicked Ravenclaw. “And, hey, I’m sorry I transfigured your nose,” he pointed up at Diggory’s small nose in apology. “I lost my head a bit.”
“Like hell you did!” Both students laughed at the incident as if it were water under the bridge. Around them, quite a number of students were having trouble with the gungders, occupying most of Kettleburn’s time. From his past experience, Sirius showed Amos how to avoid getting sprayed in the face with the demon liquid that plagued him before. After a few more spells and close calls, Sirius asked something that was on his mind.
“So, I suppose you’re moving on? What I mean is, looking around for the next bird to cage?”
“You know, I’m really not,” Amos explained. “Think I just want to enjoy my last year without any emotional or dramatic hang-ups. Don’t worry yourself Black. I’m not after your lovely Shannon.”
“And you think I would worry?” Sirius lively cracked back. “No. I only thought that maybe you had your sights set on a certain ginger fireball.”
“Lily Evans?”
“Well,” Sirius paused but decided quickly that the direct question would lead to the most direct answer. “Yeah, actually. You seemed to have been finding yourself close to her general vicinity over the past few weeks, even sharing a plateful of chips at Hogsmeade.”
“No,” Amos sighed, “Lily is a beautiful and fascinating girl. Coupled with the fact that Potter seems to have finally given up, I suppose she’s fair game. And what I wouldn’t give to get a bit of that.” Sirius didn’t like the way Diggory spoke of her like an absolute object waiting for possession. She needed a whole hell of a lot more than that. “But, obviously she’s completely enamored with someone else. And I’ve had quite enough of stepping on toes lately.”
“What?” Sirius squinted his eyes at the Hufflepuff in sheer disbelief. “Who?”
“Why Potter of course! Nobody gets that angry at anyone else without there being more to it than pure hatred. Thin line between love and hate, and all that garbage.”
A smile plastered across Sirius face in not only amusement but relief. “Well Amos, I guess there’s another thing we have in common then. I wonder if you might consider lending a hand in a plan I have…”
All his owls were in a neat row, and all the players were ready to take the stage. Having Amos Diggory join the cause was wonderfully lucky fluke. Not such a prick after all, Sirius smirked. With him being one of the Hufflepuff House Prefects, he easily swayed all the others to cover rounds and any questions pertaining to the obviously absent Heads. Sirius didn’t expect Lily and James to fall madly in love, but maybe they could both get over themselves and find some common ground. Or at the very least, grow up a bit.
Neither James nor Lily returned to class, leaving Sirius to check the Marauder’s Map for Lily’s current whereabouts. The one thing he did already know was that the two had tremendously squabbled throughout their task, no great surprise there. James was beyond reluctant to talk about it, and so Sirius decided to plant a seed before his plan was underway. He found Lily at her usual library table, alone and flustered from either the day’s events or the massive books before her. She didn’t give away any signal that she was alerted to Sirius’ presence.
“And what could you possibly want now, Black? Haven’t I already done enough today?”
Sirius slid into the seat opposite her, reaching across the table and grabbing her hand. “Yes you certainly have Evans. And I’d like to thank you for that.”
“Sure,” she shot him a deadly glare, “it was absolutely no problem to fight and lie for you and Potter.”
“Come on Lily. I know you had fun back there, I saw you.”
Closing her eyes, she took a deep calming breath. When she opened her eyes, she met Sirius’ usual humorous glower, which was absolutely contagious. “Well, all right. It was a little fun.”
“Only a little,” he squeezed her hand until she admitted it fully.
“Yes. It was an absolute freaking riot, okay?” A defiant smirk replaced her blank face.
“Good, thrill admittance is the first step towards the makings of a great Auror,” his wink that followed reminded her of the fact that she had earlier winked back. The rose colour climbed in her cheeks, and she gratefully released the bursting laughter that she suppressed for the last few hours. Sirius forcefully bit his bottom lip, replaying that very same scene in his mind, one that he perhaps would never forget.
“Delicate flower, Lily Evans, one bad arse witch with a book.” Sirius exploded in laughter, their hands still clenched but now entwined, sharing the moment. It was good to finally let it all sink in, and Lily’s eyes began to water with the thought of it. She wasn’t certain if it was from laughing so hard, or from the aftershock of what happened and what Nerodin had called her. She sniffled for a moment as their hilarity began to die down, and Lily adjusted her hair taking away her hand from Sirius’. The thought of James came abruptly to her mind, what he had done was only another feeling she tried to muzzle.
“Though, it still doesn’t change the fact that James was the one who started everything with his rash outburst.”
“That he was defending you means nothing?”
“Sirius, I never asked for him to defend me, or anyone else for that matter. I had everything perfectly under control, thank you very much,” she nodded her head at him in finality. Her stubbornness was always painfully constant.
“And what was your plan? Dole out detentions? Oh yeah, that would have shown them,” Sirius sarcastically spat more at what he knew Avery and Nerodin were capable of than at Lily. She knew his meaning, and it festered, boiling in her blood. “They’re bad guys Lily. All their lives they’ve been milk fed the pureblood beliefs, seduced by the sham, ready to prove themselves. It will only get worse, especially once we leave school, and they won’t play by any rules. James knows this, as do I, and it’s best you understand exactly why he did what he did.”
Lily’s green eyes fell to the books in front of her. No amount of studying would ever make them see her any different, and the answers certainly weren’t contained in the thousands of pages of magical documentation. The sorting hat placed her in Gryffindor for a reason, and sometimes bravery wasn’t very logical.
“I take it, things didn’t go all that well with Snape and the hospital?”
“No, of course not,” Lily looked at him absurdly. “Didn’t he tell you?”
“Nope. Refused to speak about it.” Sirius scratched his chin, the sound of two day whiskers remarkably similar to quills scratching upon parchment. He waited for Lily to speak, though he really didn’t want to know the particulars. She still hadn’t. He leaned forward, cocking an accusatory eyebrow. “Did you hex him?”
“Absolutely not! But damned how I wanted to.” Sirius smiled back waiting. “I slapped him.” Lily closed her eyes when she said it, not wanting to remember how very angry James could make her feel practically most of the time. And it only added fuel to the fire when he lewdly insinuated things between her and Severus. “He stalked off after that, leaving me alone waiting for Severus to revive. Madame Pomfrey said he’d been hit behind the head with an object of unknown origin. He’ll be fine by morning.”
“Unknown origin, huh? Well, I wish I could say that I’m happy for it,” Sirius pursed his lips at the thought of the greasy Slytherin.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “I think part of me wished that book would have knocked some sense into his head.”
“You should probably know that I was the one who encouraged the duel from the very beginning. They provoked me and I refused to back down. James only stood by my side.”
Lily shook her head, one dimple arching above the corner of her mouth. “I figured as much. But Potter didn’t have to do what he did. It should have stopped right there and then, but it never will with him.” Sirius knew what James must have said to her about Severus, and that she was much more upset about that than the fight or the lies. He also knew all about Lily’s prior friendship with Snape, although it turned his stomach. Whatever it was she saw once in him was now long gone.
“James has always been a bit of a tense stag. I think it has to do with the way he grew up,” Sirius surmised. “His parents never thought in their wildest dreams they would have had him. And when they did, they spoiled him rotten. They’re the greatest people though, raising him with a whole hell of a lot of morals. But the truth is, he never had the things that we had. Even you, Lily, had your sister when you were younger. Remus had his books. I had a brother, or at least what appeared to be one. And Pete, well he had the entire world to entertain.” It was right then when Sirius wished more than ever Julia had been a more of a physical part of James’ life. Who knows how he would have turned out with her around?
Everyone at Hogwarts had heard the story about the Potter’s eldest son Jack, including Lily. James had an older brother that along with his family was killed accidentally half way across the world. In her heart, Lily felt for him and the loss of his only sibling. She knew all too well a little of how that felt.
“You have a point,” Sirius gave her a look of self-satisfaction and crossed his arms smugly across his chest. “But at least he has you, and you him. I only hope that one day, it will save his sorry big- headed arse.” A grin of another unknown origin spilled across Sirius’ face. Oh, it will, he thought cheekily, and much sooner than she could have ever possibly imagined.
The crackling sound of the fire in the Gryffindor common room lent a webbing of comfort like that of a soft wool blanket. Sirius sat in cross-legged in one of the armchairs nonchalantly reading the book Julia gave him. Across from him sat James and Remus in careful thought over a game of wizarding poker. A pile of chocolate frogs heaped between them awaiting the depths of the winner’s stomach. James recounted the afternoon tale to Remus and the other Gryffindors who weren’t present, his pride over the matter completely oblivious to whatever happened between him and Lily earlier. Any moment now, Peter would burst through the portrait door trumpeting his sinister discovery. Hopefully, he’d remember to keep his frenzied voice down to a dull roar tonight. Or, at the very least, he’d demonstrate some decent amount of discretion. Sirius didn’t want the whole of Gryffindor common room in the out of bounds corridors on the sixth floor.
Professor Dumbledore warned the entire school about the decaying nature of the area, and that this year no student was allowed in the eastern corridors. Naturally, the area became a safe haven for many courting couples, but beyond that, not a soul would be around. And that factored perfectly into Sirius’ plan.
Like the reliable fall of sand in an hourglass, Peter scurried into the room disheveled, his shirt tails messily hanging out of his pants. Finding James exactly where Sirius said he would be, he ran towards him while trying to catch his breath. Sirius didn’t move an inch, only his burning grey eyes lifted to warn Pete to keep in down.
“You’re a right mess Pete,” James laughed at Peter’s messy appearance. “Suppose you have Alana to thank for that, eh?” Casually he tossed in another chocolate frog to the pile, matching Remus’ last bet and calling. Peter panted, bending over and briefly resting his hands on his stubby legs to propel the act. “Four cauldrons, Moony. What have you got?”
A small smile held on Remus’ face as he shook his head in disbelief. He laid the cards down, a forced acceptance of defeat in his voice. “Two owls, sodding hell.” James’ toothy grin floated over the pile of chocolate, his greedy hands pulling it towards him.
“James,” Peter croaked trying to get his attention in the most discrete way.
“I can’t believe you’d bet your whole stash on a pair of owls!” James delighted in his winnings, relatively ignoring Peter for the sake of chocolate. Normally, Remus was a very good player, and rarely beat.
“Thought I could bluff you, but apparently not,” Remus shrugged hopelessly.
“James!”
Even Sirius whipped his head to stare back at Pete’s sudden loud voice. Peter gave a slight apologetic shrug in return.
“What the hell is it, Wormtail?” James didn’t sound pleased at Peter’s abrupt interruption. “Well?”
“I think there’s a serious problem that needs your attention immediately.” Fortunately, Peter thought to lower his voice now that James finally tore himself from his winnings. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “Alana and I saw Missy Sternchild and David Arnquest hand in hand heading towards the sixth floor broom closet. You know, the one around the corner from the statue of Helga the Impossible? The out of bounds one?”
“So? Loads of students have been there, not like it’s any big secret,” James spat decidedly.
“Yeah? Well, Katie Connor just got wind of it,” Peter moved in closer and held an edge to his voice Sirius didn’t know he possessed. “It doesn’t take any arithmetical genius to figure out why in Poseidon’s pants Katie and Missy went at it like wild cats earlier.” James looked oblivious and Peter wondered for the first time how he ever managed to do so damn well in his classes.
“Katie’s been with David since fifth, and Missy’s been flaunting her breasts at him all year. Least that’s what Alana told me,” he paused watching the expression on James’ face shift from perplexed to downright troubled. “Guess he finally gave in.”
“Stupid git,” James muttered through clenched teeth, referring to Arnquest. “Where’s Evans then? Does she know?”
“I don’t know,” Peter answered, “but I thought you being the Head and all better come quick and diffuse the situation before in breaks out into bloodshed.”
“Or,” Sirius added, “at the very least, a repeat performance from this afternoon.” All four Marauders raised their eyebrows at the idea of two girls scratching and ripping the clothes from the other. And that was all it took. James jumped up, excitedly stuffing his robes with chocolate frogs and removing his wand.
“Suppose a Head of Hogwarts has to do what he’s got to do.” Peter practically jumped up and down that James bought it. “You two coming or what?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Prongs.” Sirius stood to join the other two, pocketing his book with an amused expression.
“Remus?” James looked toward the fairer haired wizard still seated comfortably on the sofa. “You’re a Prefect after all.”
“Nah, I have to get to the library for some serious studying. You can recount all the torrid details to me later.”
James laughed, shaking his head in befuddlement. “You have no idea what you’re missing mate. All for the sake of a few books!”
Remus chuckled and shrugged it off. Robes spinning wildly, James tore out of the common room, closely tailed by Pete and Sirius.
“Good luck,” Remus quietly muttered to a grinning Sirius.
The trio of Marauders reached the closet without the slightest delay. The corridor was an inky pool of blackness, broken only by a small thread of light coming from a torch at the back wall. James silently motioned for Sirius and Pete to stay behind him, and crept towards the ancient wood door. Even the handle and its former decorative hardware were ravaged by centuries of rust and dirt. Not the most romantic place in the castle, but perfect for a tryst. A few muffled sounds came from behind the door, and as the three got closer, they could completely hear all the dirty details. Moans and groans of ecstatic delight emitted through the old door.
“Oh yeah, Missy! Oh gods, yes, please!” A few female whimpers were heard in response.
“Haven’t they ever heard of a silencing charm? For the love of Juno!” James whispered in disgust thinking about what exactly the Slytherin was doing to Arnquest.
“Well, she does have nice ones,” Peter remarked, and both Sirius and James stared at him in repulsion. “She does! At least I can admit it, unlike the two of you.” Regardless that she was a Slytherin, Pete did have a point.
Voices down the corridor suddenly exploded, dashing their thoughts over the Slytherin’s rather abundant breasts, and coming closer to the hidden closet.
“I’ll fucking kill her! And him!” Hufflepuff Katie Connor screeched as she stomped her way towards the Marauders. She was closely followed by Alana and Amos Diggory.
Amos swiftly reached out, grabbing Katie by the wrist and hurling her back into him. They both crashed unceremoniously to the ground before Alana’s feet. “Katie, there’s no point in it!” Amos yelled, trying to contain the wriggling Hufflepuff.
“He’s right,” Alana crouched near her friend, trying desperately to talk some sense into her head. “It’s not worth getting thrown out of school and throwing your life away over a stupid boy.”
Tears streaked down Katie’s face as her thrashing settled. Man these guys were good, Sirius thought. James only wished Amos would have let Katie go. A repeat performance between the two girls would have been priceless. But, he did know better, and his heart went out to the hurt Hufflepuff lass. He slowly walked over to her, Amos still wrapping his big arms around her quivering body.
“They’re right, you know. I’m sorry Arnquest is such a foolish bastard,” James crouched down cupping her cheek. “But you’re not.” Katie shook her head defiantly, disagreeing with James’ words. “He is a fool. A complete and useless fool for letting a beautiful girl like you slip between his fingers.” Those words seemed to shock poor Katie, and she reached forward to wrap herself around James. Softly he cradled her, rubbing small soothing circles on her back and whispering sweet calming words. It was almost enough to make Sirius want to dash his plans, seeing his friend like that in that moment. If Lily would have shown up right now, he knew he wouldn’t have to go through with it. But she wouldn’t, not for at least another ten minutes when Dorcas brought her to the closet.
He nodded over to Amos and Alana, and reluctantly trudged forward with the plan. More noises came from within the closet, this time loud driving thumps accompanying their heated groaning.
Katie rocked back and forth, “Oh god! It isn’t right!”
“No, it’s most certainly not,” Sirius stated, standing next to James, practically prodding him to take action. Peter stayed carefully by the door, wand held underneath his cloak, and mumbling under his breath.
“You’re Head Boy,” Katie’s eyes batted away her tears and she flashed him a most serious pout. “Can’t you do something?”
James took a deep breath and nodded. “I most certainly fucking can.” He walked over to the door, and thrust his wand at the lock. “Alohomora!”
Small metallic pops clanged as the tumblers of the rusty lock fell into place, and the door creaked tortuously open to the surprisingly still darkness inside. Not a single soul stirred within. The last thing James remembered was a warm gust blowing him through the door and into the back wall of the closet.
After Sirius cast a few more silencing and impenetrable charms upon the closet, he turned to the awaiting actors. “That was unbelievable,” he appraisingly told them. “Katie, I had no idea you could be so bloody convincing!”
The brown haired girl giggled with glee at her own performance. “Believe me, I had plenty of motivation. It really wasn’t that difficult considering Missy did try to get with David. She probably still will.”
Another figure came out from the shadows to stand beside her. “As if,” David Arnquest wrapped his arm around her waist. “Just like Potter said, I’d be a complete git to let a girl like you get away.”
“I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing,” Alana confessed softly.
“I know! I almost completely lost it when he said those sweet things to me. I had no idea Potter could be so lovely,” Katie confided to the others.
“Yeah, too bad Lily didn’t see that. Maybe it would have turned her head around at least,” Amos shook his head. Sirius nodded his head along in complete agreement.
“Well, we couldn’t have done it without you. Originally, we planned on telling James we caught Avery and Nerodin in the closet together,” Sirius laughed at the daftness of their first plan.
“Hell, I’m a prefect, and even I would have chosen to miss that one!” Amos laughed at the thought, even as it left him feeling more than revolted. There were a few gay couples at Hogwarts, and he had no problem with it. But the idea of those two going at it would be enough to scare any man straight.
“Are you sure he’s alright in there?” The single torch light glowed almost translucently through Peter’s ear, making it seem larger than it appeared. He had it pressed tightly against the door listening, even though Sirius cast just about every silencing charm known to wizards.
“He’s perfectly fine, Wormtail,” Sirius whacked him on the back. “You were excellent too. I swear, I really thought that was David and Missy in there. However did you make it all sound so real?” David nodded along, quite disturbed from hearing his own voice groaning like that with Missy Sternchild.
“Can’t give away all my secrets,” Peter winked, “but it was a cinch once I found that ventriloquist spell in the Forbidden section. Missy was a bit more of a challenge, so I improvised with lots of sultry low moans.”
“It was great sweetheart!” Alana raced forward and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck. He looked like he could have conquered the Romans with her hanging off of him like that. Sirius was right about those two. And, if the stars were in his favor, he was right about Lily and James.
“All right everyone,” Sirius announced, “I have half of the Gryffindor quidditch team on their way to inform Lily about the Slytherin and the Hufflepuff in the broom closet. Dorcas will lead her here, and we’ll have them trapped.”
“You’re rather diabolical, Sirius, I never would have guessed that,” Alana chortled, sweeping her long brown bangs behind her ears.
“Yes I am,” Sirius smirked, “and never forget it.” He wheeled around to Diggory and the others. “Thanks for the help guys.”
“Anything for the sake of Hogwarts. Those two would probably have it blown apart brick by brick if you hadn’t managed something,” Amos laughed gesturing for Katie and David to depart along with him.
“Sure you don’t want me to repeat my performance?” Katie coyly inquired of Sirius over her shoulder as they walked past. For a second, he thought she meant the glorious altercation between her and Missy, and her smile curved upwards wittingly when she witnessed the very idea flicker past his eyes. Her short brown hair lively bounced with each step, and Sirius couldn’t help but dwell on the very lovely part of her he had been privileged to view earlier in the day. She was definitely worth holding on to, just like James said.
“We’ll be fine, love. But thanks.” She flashed him a knowing smile and bounded back down the corridor with her thankful boyfriend.
Lily Evans booted her way towards the sixth floor broom closet, wondering where in the world James was. He was far better suited to handle this sort of indiscretion than she was. But the hulking Quinn Clark and stinkingly sly Stephen Marks informed her that James was nowhere to be found, after they explained the more pertinent information that Slytherin Missy Sternchild was in a out of bounds broom closet with Hufflepuff David Arnquest. The Gryffindor boys caught up with her on her way back to the common room, and before she could change for dinner. So that was why Missy and Katie were in the thick of it earlier today, she silently gathered. With Potter completely missing in action, she thanked heavens she at least had Dorcas with her. Good old Dorcas could always be counted on.
Dorcas rambled on about what a complete skank Sternchild was, and wondered out loud if Katie had yet to find out about it. Stephen Marks had said that was the rumor spreading through Hufflepuff house like jam on toast. Only trouble could brew from this, and no doubt would boil over if it did. Lily gripped her wand tighter, and felt her fingers swell with warmth. Her hair swayed loosely across her back as she climbed the small staircase in haste. She’d left her hair down after the fight, and it presently wisped wildly all around her lightly freckle peppered face.
Once they reached the dark hallway, Lily lit her wand fastidiously with all the grace of a charging boar. Two figures stood next to the old broom closet door looking as if they’d been caught with their wands up their backsides.
“Marks mentioned you two might be here, but where in the hell is Potter?” Lily stood close to them now, hands on her hips like a harried Mother Hubbard.
“No idea,” Sirius grumbled, “but you do look rather fetching all flustered like that.”
“Cut the charm, Black, and tell me just what the hell is going on in there.”
“Well, have a listen, and maybe you can tell me,” Sirius stepped aside, allowing her access to the door. Peter hid carefully behind Dorcas trying desperately not to let Lily see his mouth moving. Suspicion flashed in her green eyes, and they glowed eerily white in the wand light. She forced an irritated huff through her tiny nose and moved against the door. Heavy breathing was what she first heard, and then a deafening moan.
“Right there Missy, oh gods, right there baby!” A series of loud thrusts accompanied more coital gasping, and Lily’s shocked eyes jumped back from the door.
“Um, Marks and Clark said that Hufflepuff Katie Connor may have found out and is on her way here,” Dorcas cleared her throat at the sounds coming from the closet.
“I’d really rather not wait around for that eventuality, if it’s all the same to you,” Lily looked over the other three.
“Maybe we should just let them be, and let everything sort itself out,” Sirius begged to differ, knowing that it would only spur Lily on further.
“Are you mad, Black? First off, they’re in an abandoned and out of bounds part of the castle. It could be dangerous,” Lily spoke with quiet authority.
“It’s only a broom closet,” Peter suggested before taking a step back behind Dorcas. But Lily continued, furrowing her brow at his absurdness.
“Secondly, if Katie does find them, there will be blood this time, and not just Missy’s,” she blew out a breath knowing what had to be done. “And lastly, it simply isn’t proper how they’re doing this.”
“How they’re doing it, Evans?” Sirius had that amused expression pasted on his face, the one he couldn’t resist when gingerly taunting, and he crossed his arms waiting for Lily’s explanation.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m fairly certain they both have plenty of skill in that department by the sounds of it and I really don’t need to see the show,” she flushed at the idea of seeing Arnquest with his pants down around his ankles rogering Missy. “It isn’t right what they’re doing to Katie. At the very least, that git in there could break up with her first!”
“Well, I’ll agree that there’s an unbelievable git in there,” Sirius stepped aside waving his hand in front of the door. He brandished his wand in encouragement. “Go on then, Head Girl, blast open that door. I’ve got your back...”
There is so much more, but I had to break it up here for the sake of length. The fight was never supposed to happen, but every time I sat down to write, it always seemed to spring forward. I promise to post the next half soon, if you leave a review, well, even if you don't. Thanks for reading.
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