Chapter 7 : No Rules Tonight
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There will be no rules tonight
If there were we'd break 'em
Nothing's gonna stop us now
Let's get down to it
-Plain White T’s
I sat impatiently through the sorting. "I cannot figure out why they don’t just let us eat while they’re sorting the little twerps," I groaned to the four boys I was surrounded by.
They each agreed wholeheartedly and Remus pulled a gigantic block of chocolate out of his pocket. He began to eat it and Sirius dove on top of him, they both fell off the bench, wrestling at the feet of a few terrified first years for the bar of chocolate.
"Ahem, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin?" Professor McGonagall’s voice was stern and disapproving.
Sirius and Remus jumped apart. It seemed that Sirius had won.
"Sorry, Professor," Remus said before sitting down.
"Yeah, sorry, Minnie," Sirius said. He hung is head in mock shame. "You see, thing of it is-"
"Mr. Black, must you really force me to give you a detention before the feast even starts?"
Sirius thought for a moment. "Yes."
"A week, Mr. Black. A week you will serve detention for me. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to continue with sorting the First year students that you’ve no doubt scarred."
Sirius made a sweeping bow before returning to his seat. "Five already," he bragged to James, before breaking the chocolate into five good-sized pieces; one for each of us.
"Good job, Sirius," Remus teased. "We haven’t even done the prank yet and you’ve already gotten five detentions."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You’re just sore at me because I stole your beloved chocolate."
"Yeah, so?" Remus said.
Sirius shrugged and turned his attention back to the chocolate.
"Mhm, Honeyduke’s best," I claimed.
"Fuck yeah!" shouted Sirius, probably louder than he intended to, because he drew stares from most of the Great Hall, which had recently gone quiet with the conclusion of the sorting.
"Yes, Minnie?" asked Sirius, addressing our angry Transfiguration Professor.
"Add another two detentions to that."
"Aww, all I did was a swear a bit," he protested.
Professor McGonagall shook her head as she took a seat and Dumbledore came to the front. His eyes surveyed the crowd. "Welcome to all! Nitwit, blubber, oddment and tweak! Everyone should have a little more of it in their lives."
The First years, always confused by Dumbledore’s opening speech didn’t notice the food pop up on their plates, but all the older students did.
Turkey, Shepard’s Pie, potatoes, vegetables, steak, fish, all the works found their way onto my plate. I followed James’ gaze down the table to see the dainty Lily Evans put a few stems of steamed broccoli on her plate and nothing else.
I laughed at her, my mouth full of food, and ended up spraying Peter. "Sorry about that, mate," I told him.
He shook his head to show that it was nothing and cleaned himself up with one of the cloth napkins. When he was finished he glanced at his watch. "Guys, guys it’s time!" he whispered excitedly.
Sirius looked at him as well. "Yes, Peter, we know; don’t wet yourself."
Peter calmed himself and waited for James to get up from the table before following. Remus got up next, and finally me and Sirius a minute later. We met up outside the Great Hall. "You know the incantation, Remus?" James asked. He nodded in response. "Okay. Me, Peter, Remus and Anna are going to position ourselves at the designated spots, disillusioned. Sirius, you know where to go? We all know the Aquamenti charm?"
We all nodded, Peter a little uncertainly. "Alright, Remus, it’s your show now."
Without words, Remus moved his wand and I watched and Sirius, Peter, James and finally myself blended into our background. Remus quickly cast the charm on himself and all of a sudden five red, blinking rings appeared to be floating in the air.
We each grabbed one from Remus’ hand and slipped it on so that we could see each other at all times.
"Let’s go," I whispered. Four blinking dots (including my own) headed towards the Slytherin table, while a lone dot, Sirius’, made it’s way towards the Head Table. Professor McGonagall did not notice the red blinking dot that stood right into front of her face. Neither did the Slytherins, until Severus Snape took a mouthful of water.
He gurgled and spat and clawed at the air. By the time the stream of water had turned away from him, it had become much more powerful, and joined by three others. The entire Slytherin table was soaked in a matter of seconds. The girls were screaming and clutching their hair, pulling their robes about them to cover their white uniform shirts.
I looked down at my own chest, thankful that I was disillusioned. I laughed thinking about how I’d look with my bright orange bra showing through my own shirt. I must have laughed too loudly, for one of the Slytherins threw their arm out and I came painfully crashing down to the table. I grunted as I had the wind knocked out of my and was cut by glass. I forced my self to get up and out of the way.
Gasping for breath, I made my way down the table, starting to laugh.
The rest of the hall had long since caught on and McGonagall was furious; she knew exactly who did it.
"Sirius Black, Ja-"
She did not get to finish yelling out the intended five names because Sirius Black, invisible to the entire student and teaching body, yelled, "Present!"
And a powerful jet of water erupted out of no where, hitting McGonagall right in the face. The drenched Professor stood for a few moments, before grabbing blindly in front of her catching only the edges of Sirius’ robe as he fled. He quickly threw it off and it became immediately visible, no longer attached to his disillusioned body.
I caught sight of the blinking dot and took off after it towards the doors of the Great Hall. James, Peter and Remus followed and neither of us bothered to discontinue the spouts of water than were coming from our wands. A few members of Ravenclaw got splashed in our frenzied escape, but were in good spirits compared to Slytherin.
We burst out of the Great Hall but kept running; we knew there would be people following us.
"You know that we’ll get in trouble for this no matter how long we keep running," gasped Peter. He seemed to be having trouble keeping up with the rest of this.
"Yes," I took the liberty of answering for everyone. "It’s just more fun this way."
Peter made a gagging, coughing noise and attempted to move his rather pudgy legs faster. "In here!" Sirius yelled and we all dove behind a some drapes near the large oak doors that led outside.
"It’s a passageway," I whispered.
Behind me, Sirius pulled out the map and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He squinted his eyes, trying to see, and when he could not, brought his wand back out and said, "Lumos."
"They’re right outside, guys. And the old grumbly care-taker is with them. We have to keep going down this path."
None of us had ever been in this one before; I was curious to see where we ended up. It was less than a minute when we were face to face with another tapestry. I peeked my head through to see a familiar area. "Guys! This is where the Room of Requirement is!"
"She’s right," said Sirius, poking his head out above mine.
"Of course I’m right," I growled, before stepping out of the passageway, causing Sirius, who had been leaning on me, to stumble forwards.
"Klutz," I said mockingly.
"Now I know what it’s like to be you," he said replied
"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Sirius, no one likes you."
Sirius did not stop his smirking and this annoyed me greatly.
"Alright, alright. Since you’re so upset with me, you can choose where we go," he said, nodding towards the currently blank wall.
"I want to go where I’m most comfortable," said three times, and I walked back and forth passed the wall.
A door appeared and Sirius opened it; he stepped and in looked around before turning back to me with a confused face. "Where is this?"
I stepped in and peered around. I didn’t recognize the room at all. There were two large, plush black sofas, and two matching black leather armchairs. There was a large fireplace on the other side of the room. On it’s ledge were a few photographs. Some were Muggle and some were magical. All of the photos seemed to have the same subjects. Four attractive kids; two boys and two girls. There was also large television that was not like one I had seen before. Upon further inspection, it would not turn on.
"Of course it didn’t turn on," Remus said as if it should have been obvious. "There’s too much magic at Hogwarts for Muggle things to work."
"So," said Sirius. "Where is this place?"
"I have no idea," I replied. The room did not lie. I wondered whether I was just not most comfortable anywhere. I also wondered if this was a room I would come to know and love in the future. I didn’t know, and therefore didn’t dwell on it.
Instead, I draped myself over one of the sofas and relaxed. "Does it matter though, as long as we can’t be caught?"
"Not at all," Sirius said, imitating my action on the other, larger sofa. Peter took an arm chair, as did James. This left Remus to push Sirius off his couch and take it over.
Sirius, angered by this, made to push Remus off again, but was unsuccessful. He grumbled, dragging himself over to my couch, and shifting me so that he could fit himself on the couch as well. "I’m pouting!" he shouted.
"Yes, we’ve noticed," said James, prodding the on button on the television. "Why won’t this damn thing work!"
"I’m not repeating myself," grumbled Remus.
"I wish I had some hot chocolate," I groaned. "We should go down to the kitchens."
"Me too," agreed Sirius. "Do you lot think the feast is over yet?"
"Definitely," I said.
Remus shook his head. "You know full well it’s not, you just want your hot chocolate."
"So," I began defensively. "Is that such a crime?"
"No," he admitted. "I know what it’s like to have that dire need for chocolate."
I got up and headed towards the door, the boys following, before stopped dead and rounded on Remus. "What’s your secret?"
He got a wild look in his eyes and tried to dodge me and get to the door, but I grabbed him by the back of his shirt. He laughed nervously. "You know, hot chocolate sounds so good right now."
"Not as good as knowing the secret I’ve been out of the loop of for four years now," I accused.
"No, not really; only three." Remus sighed and stopped pulling. I let go of his shirt and he turned around to look me in the eye. "I don’t know why I didn’t tell you earlier," he started. "I should know that you of all people would be okay with this, you’d probably think it was cool actually . . ."
Remus took a deep breath and looked down before brining his eyes into contact with mine again . "I’m a werewolf."
I stood for a moment taking in the information. "Wicked."
Remus looked about ready to laugh, and then he did. He stopped immediately when I smacked rather roughly on the back of his head.
"What was that for?" he cried indignantly.
"For not telling me sooner, dipshit."
"Sorry, about that," he said, looking down. "It’s just that I was kind of afraid of that chance, however little, that you’d hate me for it. And then I would have felt guilty if you had stopped hanging with the rest of the guys as well."
I nodded in understanding. "It’s alright. God, it must be horrible for you."
"It used to be more-so than now."
"Why?" I asked, curious now.
"It’s because us three are illegal animagi and go with him during his transformations to make it more bearable," Sirius said bluntly.
"Well put, mate," James said, clapping Sirius on the back.
"Yeah, well put," said Peter, doing the same.
"Well now that I no longer feel a giant barrier in our relationship," I said pointedly, looking a Remus, who looked away, guilty. "Let’s go get some yummy, liquid, chocolatey heaven."
I smiled at Remus, and linked my arm in his. "Yes, let’s," he said, linking his arm with Sirius, was who linked with Peter. James came to flank me on my other side.
We had barely stepped out of the Room of Requirement and gone down one staircase when we heard McGonagall’s crazed yell. "Marauders! And Xanthis!" she added as an afterthought.
"Shit! Minnie, I’m so sorry about that water," Sirius yelled. We were trapped, McGonagall was coming at us from the top of the stairs, but the staircase was changing.
He looked over the edge and saw that we were directly above another one. He smiled and began to climb up onto the ledge. "Ready to continue the chase?"
"If you jump, I jump too," I told him. I grasped his hand, in the most platonic way possible, and we made the jump from the ledge to the staircase under.
"Oh my!" We heard our favorite Transfiguration Professor yell.
"Oi!" James’ voice echoed throughout the staircase.
"You idiots!" Remus yelled.
Peter screamed like a little girl.
I landed hard on the stair, Sirius in the same position next to me.
"Owwwwww," I moaned.
"Fuck! That hurt," Sirius complained.
"Black! Xanthis! What is going through your heads!"
"Just trying to have some fun, Minnie," I shouted, as me and Sirius took off once again, making a mad dash for the kitchens.
When we arrived at the portrait, Sirius tickled the pear, and we each waited impatiently, still bubbling from our experience, for the portrait to slide open and let us in.
"Must. Have. Hot. Chocolate!" I gasped at the house elves. "Please!"
They immediately busied themselves and Sirius pulled a rather timid looking one aside to ask for a mug as well. We had just sat down at rather small table, in rather smalls chair, to drink our hot chocolate with mini marshmallows when a livid McGonagall burst in through the portrait, followed by an amused and serene looking Dumbledore.
Professor McGonagall stood with her finger pointed angrily at us. Her mouth was moving but there were no words. Either she was speechless at our insolence, or had just not thought of what she would say when she actually caught us. Or it could have been something else too, I suppose.
"I think what dear Minerva is trying to say," Professor Dumbledore said pleasantly, "is that the two of you have detention every Friday and Saturday night for the next three months. Mr. Black, this is in addition to the detentions you’ve already received."
"Sweet," Sirius said under his breath. "I am so far ahead of James right now."
Professor Dumbledore put his hand on the still speechless McGonagall’s back and lightly steered her out of the kitchen. Before he walked through himself, he turned to us and said, eyes shining brightly, "that was quite a brilliant jump, if I do say so myself. Quite daring." And he left.
Sirius and I each took a gulp of hot chocolate, but upon meeting eyes spit out the hot liquid in laughter. Both covered in hot chocolate, we began to laugh harder. When we had finally stopped, we finished off our mugs in silence. I asked for a big thermos of that delicious stuff to go, along with a large block of chocolate. Sirius liked my idea and asked for the same thing.
Happily laden with our hot chocolate and chocolate, we left the kitchens. We were just about to start up the first staircase when I heard someone shout, "Anna!"
I turned around to see Aaron striding towards me and Sirius, his Head Boy badge glinting in the light. "That was a pretty sick prank you guys pulled back there."
"Thanks," I said. "We like to think it was too."
"Shouldn’t you be off docking points somewhere?" Sirius asked. "You are Head Boy, after all."
Aaron looked affronted and immediately came to his own defense. "I could dock them from you if it’d make you feel better."
I laughed a bit, thinking that it was pretty clever of him. "Don’t worry, Anna, I wouldn’t dock them from you."
"Good to hear," I told him, smiling.
"We’ll just be going," Sirius said, steering me back towards the common room. "Before someone who will get us in trouble shows up," Sirius told me when I protested.
I sighed and yelled, "Later," to Aaron. "I don’t see what’s so bad about him," I said to Sirius.
"He’s Head Boy," answered Sirius, not even considering his answer.
"And what happens if Remus makes Head Boy next year?" I asked; we both knew it was fully possibly.
"Then it doesn’t count, because he’s a Marauder, and being a Marauder neutralizes all your bad traits."
"Ooo, big word," I teased. "Neutralizes."
"Shut up." Sirius tapped me playfully in the back of the head, causing me to splutter and spit out the mouthful of hot chocolate I had taken.
"You do realize that this means you owe me a sip of your hot chocolate now," I warned him.
"Sure, Anastasia. Sure."
A/N: Well, I'm ridiciously excited right now. I save my chapters in blocks, and this chapter was the last chapter in the first block, so it's a pretty big landmark, even if you readers have no idea what I'm talking about. So i just wanted to thank you all for reading, and I hope you continue to!
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