Rating: U
Genre: Humor
Setting: Hogwarts
Main Characters: The marauders.
Note from the authoress: erm, yeah, no point AT
ALL to this! Its just a stupid little story that I wrote while bored. I may do
a sequel. Then again, I may not!
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Those were the sounds that
filled the girls bathroom. That, plus, if the observer listened closely, the
half covered sobs of a girl who had died there. Her sobs could not be heard
clearly, for at the moment she was resting in the U-bend of the toilet. She had
no idea what was happening in her bathroom at that moment. She didn’t hear the
door creak ominously, and if she had she would have put it down to her
imagination, as very few doors at Hogwarts creaked. She didn’t hear the
footsteps crossing the floor. She didn’t even hear the clang as the intruder
tripped over a cauldron carelessly left there by four people. She didn’t notice
anything out of the ordinary. That is, until it dropped through the top of her
head.
“Potter, James Potter, at your
service, miss!” The girls blinked at the boy with hair messed up as though he
had just been flying. A couple in the group giggled as he gave and incredibly
complex bow. Behind him, another boy, this time with long black hair, and
incredibly handsome, rolled his eyes.
“Honestly Prongs, you’re
always showing off!” he stated as the girls walked past.
“And you’re not Padfoot!”
James grinned at his best friend, carefully tripping over another boy who
happened to pass and make a comment about the nickname “Prongs” Sirius gave a
laugh.
“Whatever. Come on, lets head
to potions.” the boys headed along some corridors and down some steps. They
turned and walked downwards towards the dungeons of the castle. Sirius stopped
suddenly and nudged James. An evil grin lit up James’ face as he looked where
Sirius had pointed. Just up ahead of him, with greasy hair, and sloping along
reading a book, was a boy known as Severus Snape. James pulled out his wand and
walked towards him, Sirius following suit. As they drew nearer James called
out.
“Snivellus!” The boy jumped
visibly and turned quickly, dropping the book and his hand going towards his
pocket. But he was too slow. James yelled out an incantation, causing Snape to
start doing the chicken dance in the corridor. Sirius laughed evilly at him.
Someone tutted behind them. James lowered his wand immediately and turned.
Behind them stood Remus Lupin. James gave him a smile, before turning back to
Snape and stating, matter of factly.
“You aren’t worth my
magic!” With that, joined by Sirius and
Lupin, James brushed past Snape, who still had a terrified look in his eyes,
and headed into the potions lab.
The three made their was to
the back, joining a fourth boy, who had a rat like appearance, before Lupin
spoke.
“You know James, you’re going
to get into trouble for picking on Snape one day.” James shrugged.
“I’m always in trouble Moony!”
Sirius grinned.
“That’s for sure.” Lupin
looked in thought for a moment.
“Although, I noticed when he
turned he looked guilty.” James and Sirius exchanged glances.
“You were behind us the whole
time? Honestly Moony, you could of said something!” A mischievous grin flashed
across Lupin’s face. But before he could retaliate, Snape came slouching into
the room, throwing a glance about, and then choosing a seat as far away from
the Marauders as was humanly possible. James ruffled up his hair a bit.
“You’re right though. He
looked well guilty when he walked in. it’s not even like he’s late, is it?”
Sirius nodded.
“I wonder what he’s up
too.”
Moaning myrtle blinked. She
looked up. She looked down. She saw the book. She took a deep breath, as close
as a ghost can get to a deep breath anyway. She screamed. She flew up out of
her toilet, and proceeded to flush all of the toilets, and turn on all the
taps. Then, a haunted look in her eyes, she retreated to her cubicle and cried.
The Marauders wandered along
the second floor corridor, still raptly discussing what Snape was up to. There
had to be some reason behind his unusual behaviour. They walked past the girls’
bathroom, which had a sign stating that it was out of order n the door. The
smallest marauder squeaked. James half turned back towards him.
“What’s up Wormtail?” Peter
Pettigrew shook his foot. Water droplets flew everywhere. The other three
marauders looked as one too the left. Sure enough, there was the girls’
bathroom door, a large sign stating out of order on its handle. They sighed as
one.
“Moaning Myrtle.” James walked
forward and pushed the door open. A miniature tidal wave wash over the boy’s
shoes. They gazed into the bathroom. Myrtle was sitting in her toilet crying to
herself. Quietly, the marauders sloshed their way over the floor. Sirius
grabbed hold of James’ sleeve an pointed downwards. There, lying in a puddle of
water, was a black, leather bound book. Stooping down James picked it up. An
evil grin lit up his face.
“So that’s why he looked so
edgy.” Written across the front, in
large letters, were the words “Severus Snape’s Most Embarrassing Moments.”
James looked up at his friends. “Now we can really have some fun!”
THE END