3. When being interrogated by a member of the staff I will not wave my hand and state "These are not the droids you are looking for".
"RUN!" Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew all made a mad dash for the doors of the Great Hall. Their start of term prank had just gone off, and
McGonagall was furious.
"I said run, you dimwits!" James yelled at his friends, the Marauders, and McGonagall stood and fumbled for her wand. Remus chanced a look back at the High Table, and noted with amusement that Dumbledore made no move to stop the boys from escaping.
Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, Remus thought. He never does.
It was a miracle when the Marauders made it out of the Great Hall, but at that point they were at a loss for what to do. The could keep running, or they could surrender to McGonagall.
. . .
"This way!" Sirius yelled, pointing towards the staircase. The one to the next floor was just beginning to move, and if they hurried, they could make the jump, and the staircase would be long gone when McGonagall arrived behind them.
Peter lagged behind the rest of the group slightly, but he held his own, considering he weighed a fair amount more than the other boys; not to mention his legs were rather short.
The stampeded their way up the marble staircase. It was a substantial eight feet gap from the top of the top staircase was no match for the invincible Sirius Black and James Potter. Remus and Peter had stopped at the top of the staircase; they were giving in to McGonagall. However, Sirius and James would do no such thing. They
both took a running jump, and leapt.
Sirius landed gracefully on the second staircase. He tripped up a stair after his landing, but was otherwise fine. James, however, barely caught the ledge.
He let out a terrified scream. "Help!"
Sirius sighed and took pity on his best mate, however, not without having his fun.
Levicorpus, Sirius thought.
James screamed again as he was lifted into the air by his ankle.
Sirius levitated his friend above the second staircase, which was, by that time, far from McGonagall’s reach. Then, he discontinued the spell. James fell to a heap on the hard, marble stairs. "Thanks," he grumbled.
"No problem," Sirius replied, pocketing his wand. "Anything for the second-best looking guy in Seventh year."
"Mr. Black! Mr. Potter!" Sirius and James gasped as they felt the staircase gravitate back towards the first floor.
"Uh-oh," they said in unison.
The staircase interlocked with the one that lead up from the Entrance Hall. McGonagall stood, her lips looking extra thing, and her hands placed on her narrow hips.
"You two are in quite a bit of trouble," she said.
Sirius stood with his head looking at his feet. His insolence had played out; his brilliant scheme had not worked, and once his plans failed, Sirius always layed down his wand and admitted defeat. If someone could outsmart him, they deserved to win.
James, however, was not going now without a fight. His eyes darted around their sockets as he frantically searched for something to get him and his mates out of trouble. He smiled, as an idea clicked in his brain.
It probably won’t work,
James reasoned, but it might confuse her.
McGonagall was about to open her mouth and say something, but James interrupted her. He waved his hand discreetly in front of her face and said, in a calm voice, "These are not the droids you are looking for."
"Excuse me?" the Professor said. Her tight, black bun looked extra constricting, James noted.
He waved his hand once again, "These are not the droids you are looking for."
McGonagall’s face slacked; her lips relaxed, her hands fell from her hips, and her hair seemed just a bit less tighter. "Very well, then. Carry on."
She nodded at the four trouble-some boys and returned to the Great Hall. None of the Marauders dared to move until the doors to the hall were safely closed, for fear of breaking whatever trace that McGonagall was in. All the boys had seen Star Wars with James, and knew exactly what was going on.
"Holy crap," whispered James. "I’m a freaking bloody Jedi! Woo-hoo!"
He jumped and did a flip in the air. "I’m a JEDI!"
He pulled out his wand, and it emit a bright green light from the end.
"Yes!" he cried. Before running into the Great Hall brandishing his new weapon. "I will destroy the Death Star!"
A/N: Technically, the Jedi mind-tricks only work on the weak-minded (which McGonagall is certainly not) but, for the sake of the fic, I decided it was funnier if she just succumbed to James’ Jedi powers.
A/N2: If you’re as much of a Star Wars freak as I am, you’ll notice that this is the second Star Wars ‘Not Allowed to Do At Hogwarts’ that I’ve chosen. Let me assure you’ll I’ll use many, many more. And, by the way, if you are deprived enough not to have seen Star Wars, I suggest you find it and watch it. Now.
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