Ok well, I'm going away for the weekend so I decided to leave two chapters to keep you (the so few you lol) busy! IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE!! PLEASE READ!!!!! I hope any of you who had questions about Lily read my response (you can find it in the review section). I'm really sorry about it, I know it makes you want to dislike her but I can't make all lovey dovey fluff, lets face it thats not Lily and James.....at all. So please read the explanation Thanks!
Chapter 7- Willows and water taps
Lily sat in the common room that evening still fuming about the events of the detention that had passed horrifically, a couple hours previous. She was seated in a floppy red chair right next to the fireplace, where she would systematically throw obscene drawings labeled Potter into the flames and laugh evilly as the paper shriveled and disintegrated.
Outside the world was forgiving, mysterious and fresh. A full moon sat high in the horizon and to Lily Evans’ disappointment as well as relief James Potter was no where to be found.
“Lily.” Said a small voice from behind her.
“Yes Cymbeline.” Replied Lily without turning around. Her voice was still shaking with anger.
“Burning papers is not going to help anything.” Lily turned around another paper in her hand.
“Cymbeline, have you ever heard of the phrase “burn in effigy”?”
“No……” she answered hesitantly.
A sly smile crept across Lily’s face.
“You should look it up. It’s quite amusing.”
Outside on another part of the Hogwarts grounds directly in front of the whomping willow stood a great shaggy black dog, a small fat rat and a stag.
The three stood strikingly casting shadows from the moonshine. The small rat scurried towards the tree. It began to shake violently and its branches were swinging in every direction searching blindly for the intruder.
The fat rat was close to the roots now, and the tree in frustration was beating the ground trying to destroy its unknown invader. The rat scampered along the roots as though searching for something and then without warning the tree stopped.
The two remaining quickly made there way to the tree and carefully under the roots. The rat moved quickly off the knot in the tree and scuttled underground joining the two others.
There was something wrong with the night before Lily even sensed the breathless feeling in her gut. It was very late at night and Lily had decided (or Cymbeline had decided for her) that she best take a bath to cool down a bit.
“Pine fresh.” Lily Evans muttered softly. The door creaked open and she stepped, looking around to make sure Filch or Mrs. Norris weren’t skulking around at such late an hour.
The bathroom still held relief and surprise no matter how many times Lily had entered. It was softly lit by a splendid candle filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, including what looked like an empty, rectangular swimming pool sunk into the middle of the floor. About a hundred golden taps all around the pools edges, each with a differently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows; large white fluffy towels sat in the corner, and there was a single golden-framed painting on the wall. The picture was empty now lacking the blond mermaid.
“She must have gone to the painting in the boys bathroom.” Thought Lily a little happier now that she wouldn’t have to put up with the mermaids loud snoring or obnoxious giggles.
Slowly and almost luxuriously, Lily peeled off the several layers of clothing she was wearing and turned on one of the taps. Almost immediately it sputtered out pink and blue bubbles he size of footballs and she quickly turned it off. Lily could never remember which one was the water tap.
She tried the next one, this one poured out thick ice white foam, so thick, that Lily probably could have lain on top. The third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water. And then finally she came across it. A larger tap embellished with a dazzling white opaque stone.
She waited for the water to fill to the top, pacing around the bathroom humming softly. After about 5 minutes, she bent down by the pool, which was now nearly filled, and shut off the tap. She moved to the others turning each one on in turn, filling it to the brim.
Slowly she slid her body into the water. She tensed up as she hit the steaming water feet first. She sighed deeply, letting the bubbles engulf her body. At first she swam a couple laps around but then she settled nicely into the bubbles closing her eyes and laying on top.
The passage from the whomping willow to the shrieking shack always passed by annoyingly long on a mischievous night like this one. Every once in a while the dog would grunt or growl a bit but other than that time passed silently, allowing thought to run ramped like the marauders did now.
Slowly the tunnel began to rise; moments later it twisted and then James saw it for at least the 15th time. It was a room, a very disordered, dusty room. Paper was peeling from the walls there were stains all over the floor every piece of furniture was broken as though somebody had smashed it. The windows were all boarded up.
Sirius’ body was shaking now, and then quite quickly a head shot upward followed by arms and legs. Next to him stood James Potter and Peter Pettigrew who had transformed back to their regular selves as well.
“So where do you reckon Remus is?” whispered Sirius.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like being human with a thing like him running around.”
“We’ll be fine. Let’s just check down stairs.”
“I’m transforming.” Squeaked Peter. “I don’t feel like being mauled by a werewolf tonight.”
“Oh for the love of god Peter do you always have to be so damn….” A rat stood where Peter once stood. “Forget it.” Said Sirius.
“Maybe he hasn’t been taken yet. Let’s check the map.”
“Yes, Prongs, he probably hasn’t been taken yet. Maybe Dumbledore’s playing fetch with him.”
“Oh shut up you never know.”
The Map began filling with thin black lines as James breathed, “ I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Making
are Proud to Present,
The Marauder’s Map
It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in miniscule writing.
James carefully scanned the map. Mrs. Norris was prowling the second floor; Filch was combing the library probably for any late night trespassers. Dumbledore was using the lavatory on the first floor, Madame Pompfrey was tucking in Gertrude Gillespie, who had recently suffered from quite a terrible accident involving “Accio!” and a flying trunk, and……(James eyes moved to the Girl’s Prefect bathroom) Lily Evans was taking a bath.
“If only the map could be a bit more descriptive.” He thought smiling to himself.
“No Moony, anywhere.” Said Sirius interrupting his thoughts.
“Let’s check downstairs.”
Lily felt drowsy now and was forgetting the events of the evening.
“Why does James have to be so wonderful sometimes.” She said sleepily. She shook her head awake. “James is not wonderful. Lily stop fooling yourself.”
She heard a creaking noise and looked over to see the door opening slowly. It wasn’t a prefect she saw stepping through the door. In fact it wasn’t even a girl.
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