(A/N- WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO "PRISONER OF AZKABAN"! They left all the important parts out of the movie! And they cast my Siri and my Remie SO BADLY! sob On the upside, Buckbeak looks cool, and Ron and Malfoy are getting rather handsome, but COME ON, MAN! Oh, and, since my brother's not here to say it: "Hermione's a babe!" She is quite cute, though; if I ever reproduce that's what I want my daughter to look like. Okay, yeah, I'm rambling. On with the fic!
And since I now know the name of the Lily-era Potions professor, ol' Slughorn might be getting cameos now and then - sadly one of the only elements from Book Six that I'm actually going to incorporate into my own writing. Can we say "denial"?)
Narrated by Moony
As could be expected, my Friday wasn't particularly great. As usual on full moon days, I had a hell of a time staying awake in class - luckily, none of the teachers usually made a big deal out of it. But I don't think I got any notes taken, which kinda sucked since Binns had given a big lecture on...something... that would probably later kill me on a test. Meh, I'd copy James's notes... no, better copy Lily's. James's notes usually had snitches and glorified females sketched all over them to the point of being illegible and just plain disturbing. Sometimes, he went that extra mile and sketched full diagrams of said glorified females playing Quidditch, but we won't go there. Sometimes we're all safer not knowing what goes on in James Potter's head.
Ditto for Sirius, who has been left completely out of the equation because, well, he doesn't take any notes in class; in fact, he rarely even pays any attention, and still he aces everything. I have to study my ass off. Life is unfair.
The day was made even more wonderful by a test in Potions, which has always been my absolute worst subject. However, by a pleasant twist of fate, Slughorn allowed us to work with partners, so Kitty quickly came to my rescue, being second only to Lily in our Potions class. The lack of a nasty, jealous comment from Sirius about this arrangement was proof that he really was a good enough guy to take pity on me at this time of the month – or that he was really looking forward to playing with his long-awaited Animagus powers later that night, and was too giddy to care about anything else.
Or maybe he was just preoccupied with making sure Peter didn't botch their potion. Yeah, that was probably it. Oh, Peter… we really do love him and all, but I sincerely hope nobody's life is ever dependant on him. It wouldn't turn out well for anyone involved.
As if on cue, a cry of
"Dammit, Pete!" echoed through the classroom, as Sirius began frantically waving away the nasty-smelling, violently purple smoke that was emanating from their cauldron.
"Er… whoops?" Peter offered, giving Sirius what he must have thought was his most winning grin. He was met with a scowl and a smack upside the head.
"I swear, Wormtail, next time I'm throwing you in the cauldron. You'll be Pettigrew stew."
James snorted. Then chuckled. Then burst into uncontrollable giggles.
"James, what on earth is so amusing?" Lily inquired, looking as utterly puzzled as the rest of the class.
"P-Pettigrew stew! It - it rhymes!" he wheezed gleefully, leaning on his very confused – and probably rather embarrassed – girlfriend for support as a new wave of giggling and snorting erupted from him.
I have such intelligent friends…
Narrated by Padfoot
And thus, night did fall, and the Marauders did nearly squeal with excitement. Well, all except Remus, who was a bit grumbly about that whole werewolf business. The rest of us were quite spiffed, though, I mean, how often do you get to run amok around campus as a large, furry mammal? Sure, Hagrid does it all the time, but for the rest of us, it's a novelty.
"For God's sake, Sirius, sit still!" Lily scolded at dinner. Dunno why she was so irritated, I was just bouncing in my seat a bit. And tapping my feet. And drumming out some Def Leppard tunes with my fork and spoon, but that's all; not like I was doing anything really annoying.
I gave her my sexiest pout, whimpering a little for good measure. She rolled her eyes and heaved a maternal sigh, unaffected by my efforts. Lily Evans is the only girl in the school who isn't completely spellbound by my dashing good looks and devilish charm. She swears it's because I'm immature and horribly conceited, but I hold that James brainwashed her.
"Has anyone seen Kitty lately?" she asked, bringing me crashing down from my 'I'm-about-to-turn-into-a-big-shaggy-doggie' high.
"Not since Potions," James said helpfully. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was avoiding somebody." He and Lily (Remus having already been spirited away to the Shrieking Shack, and Peter being too interested in his chocolate pudding to notice that there was a conversation going on) leveled matching pointed glares at me.
"What?" I demanded. The pointed glares were transfigured into glares of the accusational variety. I crossed my arms stubbornly. "I am not apologizing to her when I don't even know for sure what I did."
"Oh, Sirius, does it really matter in the long run?"
"Lily, it is a matter of pride," I explained. "If I go groveling for forgiveness this time, when I've got no clue how I wronged her, she's going to expect more the next time I do know what I did! She's going to be expecting bigger, better groveling, and I'm not prepared to resign myself to the vicious cycle of begging more extravagantly to get back into her good graces after each offense."
"You make apologizing sound like an Olympic sport, Padfoot. Just tell her you're sorry you hurt her feelings, and you'll try not to do it again."
"But that'd be a lie, because I know I will do it again."
"Perhaps you should include a preemptive apology for lying, then," Lily suggested, though the accompanying smirk hinted at the fact that she maybe wasn't being completely serious about that. I hate it when Lily uses sarcasm against me. At least I've learned to detect it better now, so there have been no repeats of that rather awkward moment in third year when she commented offhandedly that one Severus Snape was really always skulking around after us because he was secretly in love with me. I was ten minutes into explaining to him that the feeling wasn't mutual before I realized that Lily had, in fact, been being sarcastic, and that Snape most certainly was not in love with me; rather he hated my guts, and had then proceeded to hex the bejeezus out of me for suggesting he was a homosexual.
You try to let a guy down easy… Some people are so ungrateful.
(A/N- Yes, I realize that was a bit short, but I had fun writing it, and honestly I wanted the actual Animagus fun to be in a chapter all its own, so… yeah. Love y'all! Smooches!)