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Let’s Play “Throw Sirius Across the Table!”

A/N: Sorry it’s been so long, blame ginny_rox_my_sox for procrastinating and not typing this thing up! To those who have reviewed, thank you so much! If you haven’t…REVIEW!!! Enjoy!


I was so nervous. I was standing at the teachers’ entrance at the back of the Great Hall, about to go in. I had spent over an hour last night “primping,” cutting and styling my hair. What was once a butt-length ponytail was now a shiny, red-streaked mane of luminous brown hair that fell three inches past my shoulders. I had even given myself bangs. Bangs! Fortunately, the red streaks looked natural for all the trouble they had given me to add them in. Still, I thought they looked horrible.

But maybe that was because I wasn’t used to it.

Anyway, my hair was tucked up under a dark gray cloth hat. The hat’s shadow helped cover up my now made-up face. It wasn’t overly done; just mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, lip-gloss, and a smudge of purple eye shadow. It wasn’t much, but much more than I was used to, and completely transformed my face.

I looked over at Dumbledore, who had just silenced the Great Hall. He glanced at me with an encouraging smile, then faced the students.

“Today,” he said, his voice echoing in the Hall, “one of our sixth years will be transferring houses. I feel this transfer will be better for her as well as the house she was in. Especially the house.” His eyes lingered over the Slytherin table, the one directly in front of him.

“I’m speaking of,” he continued, stretching out his hand towards me, beckoning me to step forward, “Miss Ali DaCosta, who will be transferring from Slytherin to Gryffindor!” The entire Hall filled with very loud applause as I walked forward for Dumbledore to change my black and green robes to black and red. I wasn’t surprised to see the Slytherins cheering the loudest. I stuck my tongue out at them.

But I was surprised to see the Gryffindors cheering almost as loud. I guess I was more popular in their house than I had thought. I looked over to Shauna to see her jumping up and down, screaming her head off. Dumbledore held up his hand and the Hall silenced again.

“It is in your best interest not to pester Miss DaCosta regarding the transfer. She will tell you if she wishes,” he warned, looking over each table.

I was about to sit down at the Gryffindor table when I heard a stern voice behind me.

“Miss DaCosta, kindly take off that ridiculous hat. You know the rules.” I turned around to see Professor McGonagall looking sternly at me.

“Yeah, but-“ I started, but my new Head of House cut me off.

“Take it off! Or I’ll have five points from Gryffindor,” she warned.

“Fine,” I grumbled, pulling off the hat reluctantly, letting my glossy ‘do fall elegantly onto my shoulders. I caught a few guys gaping at me. It cheered me up to know that my hair didn’t look too bad.

When I got closer to the table, I could see Shauna making everyone move down a seat so I could sit next to her.

“This seat taken?” I asked, gesturing towards the seat that I knew was saved for me. Shauna turned quickly and her smile grew wider.

Onee-chan! You didn’t say this was your big surprise!” She cried out happily. I rolled my eyes, playfully.

“Of course not, silly! Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, now would it?” I replied. She rolled her eyes and punched me playfully in the arm.

“Sit down and I’ll introduce you,” Shauna ordered, motioning to the people around her; two red-heads (one with cherry-red hair), one brunette, and a blonde.

The first redhead, the cherry-haired one, Shauna introduced as Wilma Hale, who told me, glaring at Shauna for calling her by her real name, that she preferred to go by Will. She had big brown eyes and petite features. Shaggy boy-cut hair formed a halo around her pretty face. Will was a fourth year, like my sister.

The second red-head, with a more auburn look in her hair, was Lily Evans, whose eyes were such an emerald green they almost didn’t seem human. Her perfect hair fell down to her mid-back. She was a sixth year, like me, and I could tell right away that we would soon be good friends.

The brunette was introduced to me as Kathy Kavanaugh. Her hair was about three inches beneath her shoulders, high-lighted with blonde highlights. She had pretty, dark blue eyes, and a couple of cute freckles on her nose. Like Lily and me, she was a sixth year. I liked her, too.

Last but certainly not least, the blonde, Katherine Murray. I liked her right away. She had long, frizzy hair, blue eyes, a LOT of freckles across her nose, and teeth almost like a vampire, only smaller. Her carefree attitude gave the impression that she was a wild chick, and she was one of Kathy’s friends-another sixth year.

We got to talking, and I entertained them with my exploits in Slytherin. A couple of minutes later, as I was vividly explaining my latest prank on Malfoy and Snape, I heard a male voice behind me.

“Very impressive.” Suddenly all the girls (other than Lily, who just looked annoyed) blushed furiously. I whirled around on the bench, irritated at the interruption, to find three handsome guys (and a fat ugly one) standing right behind where I was sitting.

The Marauders.

I had heard Snape complain a bunch about the pranks they played on him. Malfoy, too. Their names were: Sirius Black, the pretty-boy (ugh!), James Potter, the Quidditch phenomenon, Remus Lupin, the bookworm (although not too harsh on the eyes…hmmmmm….), and…Peter Pettigrew, the follower (Gross with a capitol “G”). They were notorious around the school for their ingenious pranks. I wasn’t as notorious, because people always thought it was the Marauders that pranked Snape and Malfoy instead of me.

“What’s impressive, Black?” I asked with a false sweetness. The smile on Sirius’ face grew wider.

“That prank you were just talking about,” he replied. I could see James ogling at Lily, who was pretending to be concentrated on eating her spotted dick.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. I really wanted nothing to do with Sirius Black, especially as he was hitting on me. He leaned in a little closer to me.

“Wanna do something later?” he asked. I rest my case.

I looked him square in the eye, and said, “No.”

A look of pure shock was plastered on his face. His mates were laughing hysterically behind him.

“What?” he asked, “bruised ego” written all over his face.

“You heard me. I’m not interested in dating the likes of you,” I said. All the girls around me gasped. I turned back to my food and started eating again.

“Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin,” Sirius said. I froze and my hand gripped my goblet tightly. Shauna looked pale.

“Oh Ali, don’t hurt him!” she pleaded desperately. Sirius burst out laughing.

“Her? Hurt me? She’s as weak as a pixie!” He doubled over laughing.


The solid gold goblet shattered with my hand still squeezing it. Sirius’ laughter stopped abruptly. He looked down, gaping, at the shattered remains of my goblet.

I stood up, whipped around, and grabbed his collar with both hands. I pulled him down until his face was parallel with mine.

“Don’t you ever compare me to a pixie or a Slytherin again,” I hissed. Then I whirled him around and threw him across the table. He slid all the way to the end of the table and fell off headfirst.

“You don’t want me as your enemy, Black!” I called to him as he shakily got to his feet. “I can do a lot more than bruise your ego!” Then I turned and sat down.

**Sirius POV**

I can not believe she just did that! She couldn’t have been more than 110 pounds, and I’m 175! Yet, she threw me across the table like I was a Quaffle!

And that totally turned me on. She’s right, I don’t want her as my enemy. I want her as my girlfriend.

But I’m not going to do a James and stalk her for the rest of my life.

I watched as she sat down and started talking to Lily, who had a look of pride on her face for her new friend.

“Siri-poo! Are you alright?” a voice cried. I looked up to see tons of overly-made up girls staring at me with worried expressions.

Wonderful. I got up and brushed myself off.

“I’m fine, ladies. But I need to get back to the common room.” They all nodded and went back to their tables. I stole another glance at Ali. She was cleaning up the mess around her.

After breakfast, me and my mates (and Peter) were walking back up to the common room. James was giving me a hard time about my little “adventure.”

“So…did you have a fun time, Padfoot?” He asked, cracking up.

“You know it, Prongs,” I answered dryly. “I woke up this morning and thought to myself, ‘Let’s play “Throw Sirius Across The Table And Embarrass The Living Shit Out Of Him,” won’t that be fun!’” James started laughing harder than ever.

“Oi! Potter!” We turned to see Ali heading straight for us.

Oh damn. Hide me!

I ducked behind a statue of a troll as she came closer. James tensed up.

“Have you held Quidditch tryouts yet?” She asked when she got to us. James looked visibly relieved.

“No, I haven’t. School only started three weeks ago. With your strength, you’ll definitely make the team. What position are you going to try out for?” he asked.

“Beater,” she replied. James smiled.

“I figured. That thing with Sirius was bloody brilliant, by the way.” Ali laughed.

What a wonderful, musical laugh she has.

“Thanks. Sirius, get out from behind that statue. I’m not going to hurt you.” I froze.

How could-? How’d she-? What the hell?!

I cautiously stepped from behind the statue, and I noticed Remus staring at Ali with a glazed look.

Great. Competition. And from my best friend, too.

“I’m sorry,” Ali said.

Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. I looked at her blankly.

“What?” I asked, stupidly.

“I’m sorry for throwing you across the table. It’s just that when someone calls me a Slytherin or compares me to a pixie, I just snap. Friends?” she asked, holding out her hand.

I hesitated, but she smiled reassuringly, so I took her hand and shook it. When we were done she rummaged through her bag.

“Here, I swiped this earlier, for a snack, but you can have it,” she said, offering a bottle of butterbeer to me. I took it and opened it.

“Why, thank you, ma’am! Shall we escort you to the common room?” I said, taking a sip of butterbeer. Ali laughed and nodded.

A while after we started walking, Remus asked, “So, why were you in Slytherin anyway?”

We all looked at Ali expectantly. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“I’m a Parselmouth.”


A/N: Oooohh, cliffy! I probably don’t need to say it, but you know the drill: you’ve read it, now review it! Seriously, if you don’t I won’t post again until August! Haha! Now you have to review to see what happens! Mwahahaha…ha…ha..ha…ha. Okay, I’ll shut up now.

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