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Chapter 12
October 30, 1976


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I ran back to our dormitory, book in hand. The Fat Lady crossly allowed me to enter Gryffindor Tower and I ran up the stairs, skipping one at a time. Finally, I felt as though we had the upper hand.
The door slammed behind me as I flicked the lights on. “James! Sirius! Peter!”

There was a great deal of moans from all who had been asleep.

“Moony….” Groaned Sirius.

“What?” James was the first one to pull open his curtains. He hadn’t fallen asleep at all; he was too worry-stricken over Lily to.

“Look, I turned on another light, causing more moaning and groaning, and set the book down on the floor. I opened the cover and flipped the heavy pages. “That one.”

“The Reverse Preserving Spell,” James read aloud, eyebrow raised.

“Cecil visited me again and gave me this book. The Slytherins preserved their souls after they killed her and their five hundred years is drawing to an end. If we don’t perform this, they’ll come back…and get me,” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, realizing for the first time just how much danger I was in.

“How much time do we have?” James asked.

“Two days. Till the end of the 31st,” I answered.

“Shit,” he muttered and looked to Sirius’s bed. He walked to it and drew open the curtains.

“Sirius, wake up.”

Sirius moaned.

“Padfoot.”

Sirius moaned again and turned over. James sighed and grabbed Sirius’s wand off of his nightstand. Poised, he muttered a spell. A rush of water came from the wand tip and rained down on Sirius.

Sputtering and cursing, he leapt from his bed. I chuckled and James smirked.

“I’m glad you could join us,” James interrupted Sirius’s cussing.

“This had better be good!” he growled.

“Cecil visited me tonight and told me about the Slytherins. They performed a preserving spell on their souls so they could come back and kill more people like me.”

Sirius blinked. “That’s it?! I’m going back to bed.”

“Get your ass down here,” James laughed. Sirius rolled his eyes and jumped down from his bed.

“What about Peter?”

“I’ll wake him up,” I quickly spoke up before James could.

I drew his curtain and shook his shoulder. “Peter. Peter?” I sighed and reached into my robe pocket, pulling out a bar of chocolate. Ignoring Sirius’s whining, I tore back the wrapping and waved it under Peter’s nose. He slowly began sniffing and then opened his eyes.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, accepting the bar of chocolate.

“You see?!? That’s why I’m skin and bone! You only feed blubber boy! Feed me, too, Moony!” Sirius begged.

I only had one chocolate bar left and would have rather preferred to eat it myself.

“Chocolate’s bad to dogs. It’ll make you sick,” I said.

“Let me be sick! Please?!”

The puppy-dog stare.

A tried and feared weapon Sirius used whenever he really wanted you to feel bad for him.

I had to resist!

I had to!

I threw him the bar of chocolate and he laughed manically.

“What about me? Don’t I get chocolate?” James pouted.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have anymore.”

“Liar,” James glared, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Ha! He just likes me better than you!” Sirius teased.

“Listen, seriously-” I began.

Sirius snorted.

“Seriously! They will come back and kill me if we don’t do something to stop them!”

“Huh?” Peter questioned. I’d forgotten I hadn’t explained it to him.

“Cecil visited me tonight and gave be a book. The Slytherins preserved their souls when they were suspected and will come back in two days if we don’t perform the counter-spell.”

Peter squinted skeptically at me. “How do you perform it?”

“It’s a bit of a ritual, actually,” I admitted. “At least two people are needed to perform it…and we’ll need to perform it at the original site….”

“The Slytherins’ hideout?! Now way!” Sirius complained, shivering at the memory of the maggots.

“Sirius, we have to! There’s no way around it. Please?”

Sirius bit his lower lip and looked thoughtful.

“We need you, Sirius.”

He smirked. “That’s what I wanted to hear! I guess I’ll help.”

I glared. “You egotistical self-centered pig!”

He barked with laughter.

“I-If it’s at the Slytherins’ hideout, I doubt they’ll be very pleased with us,” Peter commented. “They’ll probably throw fireballs at us again.”

I nodded, seeing our predicament.

“We’ll need to repel them as well as perform a ritual we’ve never heard hide or tail of before?” James asked to make sure he understood completely. I nodded again. “Piece of cake,” he laughed nervously.

“Oh come on! We’re the Marauders! We can do anything we set our minds to and work at! We can beat three five hundred year old ghosts, right?! Come on!” Sirius acted as our cheerleader. We all smiled, feeling better and more confident.

“I’ve created a spell in Arithmancy. In the muggle movies and books, there is this thing known as a force field. It’s essentially a shield: nothing can come in or get out…sort of a Patronus, but without dementors,” I explained. “The ritual requires at least two wizards. Three of us could perform the actual ritual and the fourth would propel them off with my spell.”

“That could work,” James grinned, a mischievous glimmer returning to his eyes.

“Yeah, at least it would be possible,” Sirius commented.

“We’ll practice tomorrow?” I asked. They nodded.

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A/N- The last HP book is coming out tomorrow, as you all know, so I’m really excited about that. And for the note, if there is anything uncanon with the final book in this story, I’ll fix it up, but right now it’s canon with number 6.
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SWEET! That was an exciting chapter!.... and funny! Sirius can be an idiot but what can you do? :giggle: Can't wait for more :D