Project the British Are Coming
Mrs Prongs
A/N: Do you know what an honour it is to write the FINAL CHAPTER of our second story? Well, I got to write the last one, too, but this is even better. Now that I think about it, Mrs Padfoot couldn't even BEGIN to write the final chapter of a story. That's why I, the wonderful Mrs Prongs, has done it, and hopefully successfully.
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The next morning at breakfast, Sirius sauntered up to James.
"Jamesey?," he asked calmly.
Absolute silence.
"JAMESEY?," Padfoot said a little louder.
James continued to eat his oatmeal.
"PRONGS! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME!," Padfoot screamed into his ear, making James drop his spoon. But still, James said nothing.
Sirius fell into the floor dramatically. "SEE!? I told you everyone hated me, Moony!"
Remus rolled his eyes.
"James?," Moony asked politely.
"Yes?," James inquired, taking a sip from his goblet.
"What Padfoot was trying to say is that he would like to make up what he's done to you and treat you to a Butterbeer this afternoon," Remus took a breath as he finished.
James raised his eyebrow and looked back and forth between Sirius, who had made his way to his seat by now, and Remus. "Errr..Right," he said, and made a face at the two of them as if to say 'freaks'.
Padfoot brightened, "So is that a yes?!"
James looked skeptical, "Suuree, Sirius." Sirius jumped out of his seat.
"JAMESEY LOVES ME AGAIN!," he exclaimed, earning stares from fellow housemates and other tables.
"So are you back to normal, Prongs?," Padfoot asked, as he sat down for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Of course. There was nothing wrong in the first place," James said and continued to eat.
Sirius furrowed his brow, "But why did you ignore me earlier?"
"I didn't hear you," Prongs stated simply. Remus snorted.
Sirius smiled again. "Oh. Okay." And ate his toast.
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After breakfast, all of the Hogwarts students made their ways towards Hogsmeade for an afternoon of surprise and accusations. For the Marauders and all of the poor, innocent people at the Three Broomsticks, at least.
As soon as Sirius, James, Peter and Remus arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Sirius and James took a table for themselves and Peter and Remus one of their own.
"Well, James," Sirius started, "I kind of have to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"I want you to meet someone."
James looked at Padfoot. "That girl you've been wanting to snog all week?"
Sirius gasped. "YES! How did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, Padfoot," Prongs said as he rolled his eyes. "But I invited someone special, too," he said and smiled inwardly.
"WHO?!," Sirius yelped. "A girl?! But if YOU invited someone, that means that you won't want to snog that girl's friend and then I won't get to snog that girl. Don't you understand, Prongs? YOU RUINED EVERYTHING."
Sirius banged his head against the table.
At that moment, two girls walked through the doors of the cafè and made their way toward James and Sirius's table.
"Hi James," a familiar voice said.
"Hey, Lily."
Sirius looked up. "PRONGSEY!" He looked at Remus and Peter who we staring in with their mouths half open.
"What?," James asked as he scooted over so Lily could sit next to him. The other girl, who was, as you guessed, the girl Sirius wanted to snog all week, sat next to Sirius unnoticed.
"LILY HATES YOU," Sirius said accusingly.
Lily sighed. "See, I knew this was going to happen. Sirius, well, remember the night in the hospital wing? Where you pissed James off -"
"I did NOT piss him off!," Sirius exclaimed indignantly.
James cut in. "Yes you did."
"FINE."
"Well, ANYWAY," Lily continued, "well, you know, he caught up with me, we talked about a few things, and we decided that we don't hate eachother that much afterall and well...," Lily looked adoringly at James. He smiled.
Remus spoke. "But why didn't you tell us to begin with, Prongs?"
James thought. "I don't know...maybe because I found the goals of 'Project the British Are Coming'?"
"I told you to hide those, Padfoot," Remus glared.
"BUT I HID THEM UNDER MY PILLOW. Who in the right mind would look under my pillow?"
Remus scoffed, "You got that right."
"Shut up."
"I was looking for something," James said.
"Invasion-of-privacy. That's against the rules, you know," Padfoot said.
His fellow Marauders stared at him. "WHAT?," he asked.
Remus talked. "We're just surprised you know something having to do with rules."
"Well, I'm not stupid, you know."
James looked around, "Okayyy, anyways." Padfoot glared.
"James and I really do like eachother," she said as she put her head on his shoulder. James gave her a kiss on her forehead.
Now the ignored girl interjected. "Excuse me, but I don't think I need to be here. Sirius," she said, and looked at Sirius sternly, "obviously doesn't care. I'll talk to you later, Lils."
"Bye Alex!," Lily waved and Alex joined her other friends across the room.
"So THAT'S her name," Padfoot stated. Everyone else chuckled, ordered butterbeers and had a nice Hogsmeade afternoon.
Author's Note: That was a REALLY bad ending, wasn't it? Yes, it was.
When you review this chapter, which hopefully you will, Mrs Padfoot and I would like you to include what your favorite chapter was, and your favorite lines/paragraphs.
Thank you so much for reading Project the British Are Coming.
-Mrs Prongs and Mrs Padfoot.
Mrs Prongs
A/N: Do you know what an honour it is to write the FINAL CHAPTER of our second story? Well, I got to write the last one, too, but this is even better. Now that I think about it, Mrs Padfoot couldn't even BEGIN to write the final chapter of a story. That's why I, the wonderful Mrs Prongs, has done it, and hopefully successfully.
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The next morning at breakfast, Sirius sauntered up to James.
"Jamesey?," he asked calmly.
Absolute silence.
"JAMESEY?," Padfoot said a little louder.
James continued to eat his oatmeal.
"PRONGS! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME!," Padfoot screamed into his ear, making James drop his spoon. But still, James said nothing.
Sirius fell into the floor dramatically. "SEE!? I told you everyone hated me, Moony!"
Remus rolled his eyes.
"James?," Moony asked politely.
"Yes?," James inquired, taking a sip from his goblet.
"What Padfoot was trying to say is that he would like to make up what he's done to you and treat you to a Butterbeer this afternoon," Remus took a breath as he finished.
James raised his eyebrow and looked back and forth between Sirius, who had made his way to his seat by now, and Remus. "Errr..Right," he said, and made a face at the two of them as if to say 'freaks'.
Padfoot brightened, "So is that a yes?!"
James looked skeptical, "Suuree, Sirius." Sirius jumped out of his seat.
"JAMESEY LOVES ME AGAIN!," he exclaimed, earning stares from fellow housemates and other tables.
"So are you back to normal, Prongs?," Padfoot asked, as he sat down for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Of course. There was nothing wrong in the first place," James said and continued to eat.
Sirius furrowed his brow, "But why did you ignore me earlier?"
"I didn't hear you," Prongs stated simply. Remus snorted.
Sirius smiled again. "Oh. Okay." And ate his toast.
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After breakfast, all of the Hogwarts students made their ways towards Hogsmeade for an afternoon of surprise and accusations. For the Marauders and all of the poor, innocent people at the Three Broomsticks, at least.
As soon as Sirius, James, Peter and Remus arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Sirius and James took a table for themselves and Peter and Remus one of their own.
"Well, James," Sirius started, "I kind of have to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"I want you to meet someone."
James looked at Padfoot. "That girl you've been wanting to snog all week?"
Sirius gasped. "YES! How did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, Padfoot," Prongs said as he rolled his eyes. "But I invited someone special, too," he said and smiled inwardly.
"WHO?!," Sirius yelped. "A girl?! But if YOU invited someone, that means that you won't want to snog that girl's friend and then I won't get to snog that girl. Don't you understand, Prongs? YOU RUINED EVERYTHING."
Sirius banged his head against the table.
At that moment, two girls walked through the doors of the cafè and made their way toward James and Sirius's table.
"Hi James," a familiar voice said.
"Hey, Lily."
Sirius looked up. "PRONGSEY!" He looked at Remus and Peter who we staring in with their mouths half open.
"What?," James asked as he scooted over so Lily could sit next to him. The other girl, who was, as you guessed, the girl Sirius wanted to snog all week, sat next to Sirius unnoticed.
"LILY HATES YOU," Sirius said accusingly.
Lily sighed. "See, I knew this was going to happen. Sirius, well, remember the night in the hospital wing? Where you pissed James off -"
"I did NOT piss him off!," Sirius exclaimed indignantly.
James cut in. "Yes you did."
"FINE."
"Well, ANYWAY," Lily continued, "well, you know, he caught up with me, we talked about a few things, and we decided that we don't hate eachother that much afterall and well...," Lily looked adoringly at James. He smiled.
Remus spoke. "But why didn't you tell us to begin with, Prongs?"
James thought. "I don't know...maybe because I found the goals of 'Project the British Are Coming'?"
"I told you to hide those, Padfoot," Remus glared.
"BUT I HID THEM UNDER MY PILLOW. Who in the right mind would look under my pillow?"
Remus scoffed, "You got that right."
"Shut up."
"I was looking for something," James said.
"Invasion-of-privacy. That's against the rules, you know," Padfoot said.
His fellow Marauders stared at him. "WHAT?," he asked.
Remus talked. "We're just surprised you know something having to do with rules."
"Well, I'm not stupid, you know."
James looked around, "Okayyy, anyways." Padfoot glared.
"James and I really do like eachother," she said as she put her head on his shoulder. James gave her a kiss on her forehead.
Now the ignored girl interjected. "Excuse me, but I don't think I need to be here. Sirius," she said, and looked at Sirius sternly, "obviously doesn't care. I'll talk to you later, Lils."
"Bye Alex!," Lily waved and Alex joined her other friends across the room.
"So THAT'S her name," Padfoot stated. Everyone else chuckled, ordered butterbeers and had a nice Hogsmeade afternoon.
Author's Note: That was a REALLY bad ending, wasn't it? Yes, it was.
When you review this chapter, which hopefully you will, Mrs Padfoot and I would like you to include what your favorite chapter was, and your favorite lines/paragraphs.
Thank you so much for reading Project the British Are Coming.
-Mrs Prongs and Mrs Padfoot.