Lost Legacy, 29

Year 2: Chapter 29
Back For Trouble

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“Is Snivelly still following us?” Sirius asked, looking over his shoulder at the hygienically challenged Slytherin. Holidays had ended and the four found themselves back at Hogwarts, walking down the corridors to class.

“Yep,” James replied.

“Just ignore him,” Remus shook his head.

“Why does he keep following us?” Sirius asked grumpily. “Is he that much in love with us!”

“Let’s turn this corner,” Peter suggested and the three followed. Also, as predicted, did Snape.

“That’s it!” Sirius exclaimed, his short-temper getting the better of him. He spun around, his wand ready to fire jinxes, closely followed by James. Expecting just this, Snape jumped behind a statue, their spells bouncing off of it. He dug into his bag for his wand as James and Sirius advanced on him.

Sirius shot a jinx that rebounded off of the wall and narrowly hit him in the face. Snape leapt from behind the statue and sent a nasty purple curse at them, though it missed.

James responded by sending another curse at him which, with an ugly face, he dodged.

Snape cast a beam of red light at Sirius’s chest and hit target. Sirius, who had been paying more attention to the spell that narrowly missed James, was thrown back into James and the two fell to the floor.

Peter and Remus quickly dropped their bags and furiously threw curses and jinxes at him, but with a satisfied smirk, he ran away, quite content with winning the first battle.

“Run, you coward!” James shouted after him.

“Are you two alright?” Peter asked nervously as he and Remus helped them off of the floor.

“Fine,” James coughed, but otherwise was alright. Sirius on the hand-

“Why’d you let him get away?” James and Remus held him back from bolting after Snape.

“Leave it alone, Sirius,” James said.

“I’ve had it up to here with him!” Sirius exclaimed. “I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him!”

“Don’t say that,” Remus remarked.

“Why not! That slimy git has been following us around, trying to get us expelled!” Sirius shouted.

“Maybe there’s someway we can throw him off?” Peter shrugged.

“Impossible,” James shook his head. “That git’s got eyes in the back of his putrid head.

Remus sighed.

“Are you alright, Sirius?” Peter asked. Sirius pulled himself off of James and Remus.

“Fine,” he snapped, continuing his way down the corridor.

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“Remus,” Sirius separated the curtains from the bed.

Remus moaned and sat up. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I was just wondering about…your father.”

He yawned and sat up, bleary eyed. “Why?”

Sirius shrugged. “Just your mother seems pretty young. What happened to your father?”

He sighed. “Sirius…I…”

“No lies, Lupin.”

He sighed again. “I don’t really know what happened…he was attacked…by a werewolf… It nearly killed him and he died the following morning.”

“A werewolf?” Sirius looked skeptical. “Well, was it…”

“Who else could it have been? I’m the only werewolf in any near range of where he was.”

“Not necessarily. There was another werewolf there when it bit you,” Sirius resolved. “It probably wasn’t you!”

Chances were that it was him, though. But Sirius wouldn’t let him see this doubt, so he grinned reassuringly. “No problems.”

“Yeah…” he nodded, looking away at nothing in particular.

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“James…” Sirius rolled his eyes. The four boys were hidden in a broom closet on the fifth floor, stalking Lily Evans with James. Not that any of them had wanted to go, but James had persuaded them otherwise.

“There,” he whispered. She had stopped and was looking around curiously.

“How’d you know she’d be here?” Peter asked.

“I sent her a note,” James smirked. “You three stay here.” He flattened his hair and pushed the closet open the rest of the way.

“With pleasure,” Sirius snorted.

“Oi! Evans! How are you?” James emerged from the closet, his voice deeper and more mature.

“Potter. What are you doing here?” she asked suspiciously. Sirius, being the closest to the door, was watching the show through the slits in the door.

“Lily, I have been watching you for some time now, and I was wondering if you would be interested in spending time with me later?”

She blinked. “Like a date? Wait…it’s been you who’s been stalking me!”

But not listening to what she had said, he leaned forward and locked lips with her. Her eyes grew wide and when he pulled away, she opened the closet door and pushed him inside, slamming it behind him.

“What happened?” James asked in disbelief.

“Well I’m gonna take a shot in the dark, but I think you might have been a tad overbearing,” Sirius smirked, consequently receiving a smack overtop the head from James.

“Lets just go,” Remus sighed.

“Fine,” James reached up to the doorknob and tried to turn it, but it was stuck.

“Well?”

“It won’t open,” James stood up the best he could in the cramped space.

“OW! You’re on my hand!” Sirius shouted.

“Sorry,” he looked down and moved his foot.

“I think I’m starting to smell like dirty mops,” Peter complained.

“It’s not the bad, Peter,” Remus sighed. “Sirius, could you please move your foot?”

“It won’t open,” James slumped down against the wall.

“I’m hungry,” Sirius commented.

“Eat your socks, then,” Remus replied.

“Yum, cotton. No, I’m not that hungry yet.”

“Can someone try Alohamora on the door?” Remus suggested.

“I don’t think it will open from the inside,” James said.

“Try it.”

“Alohamora,” the door didn’t budge. “Drat.”

“Now what?” Peter said, exasperated.

“Wait until Filch or someone busts us out,” Sirius replied.

“Until then?” James asked.

Sirius shrugged. “Hey! Lets play a game! Keep ourselves sidetracked.”

“Like what?” Remus asked cautiously.

“You know, I’m hungry, too,” Peter said.

“It must have been dinner by now,” James looked through the lock hole.

“I say we eat James first. If we stay here for too long,” Sirius added.

“What?” James asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah, you got us stuck here in the first place,” Sirius argued.

“There is something about your tone that makes me think you’re really serious,” Remus sighed.

“Well, I AM-”

“No. Please, please, please, please, don’t say it. Please,” he moaned.

The broom closet door swung open and a grinning Filch stood above them. “Well, well, a broom closet,” he took a mop out. “Should feel just like home for you lot.” And he shut the door again.

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