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PART SEVEN - Pranking Snape Again


Breakfast was always a noisy business at Hogwarts. One thousand students in one hall, talking about homework they had not done yet, discussing today's timetabl, Quidditch and what else. The teachers always talked among themselves, except if Professor McGonagall had to come down from the staff table to hand out detention. Mostly giving the Marauders detention.

But the afore mentioned four boys were not talking. They were just looking over at the Slytherin table, waiting for the right moment. Their chosen victim, Snivellus Snape, was calmly eating his cereals, unaware of the misery to come to him in a few minutes.

“I'll do it now,“ Padfoot whispered to his friends, who nodded silently. He slowly got up and while walking to the Slytherin table he pulled a stinkbomb from his bag. A few people at the Gryffindor table were watching him. Padfoot pranking Snape was always guaranteed fun.

“What are you doing here?” a voice asked behind him. Padfoot turned around. It was Lily Evans, Head Girl, muggleborn – always abiding the rules. He quickly hid the stinkbomb in his bag again.

“Uhm … nothing. Isn’t it allowed to take a walk in the Great Hall?” Sirius asked, trying to sound innocent and almost succeeding. But Evans knew the Marauders too well by now.

“I know that you’re up to something and I will not allow you to loose any more points from Gryffindor. I will tell Professor McGonagall, trust me,” she said loudly. A few peope turned their heads to see what the commotion was about.

“Oh yeah, now I’m really scared, Evans.”

Lily shot him a furious look and turned around, stalking off towards the staff table.

Hurry, Prongs mouthed. She’s getting McGonagall.

Padfoot nodded and silently continued on his way. Luckily Snivellus hadn’t noticed a thing. He was deeply concentrated, reading a book that was probably about the Dark Arts.

While walking he pulled the stinkbomb carefully out again. When he was a few metres behind Snape he raised his arm, aimed at him and threw the stinkbomb. He had already dived behind the Ravenclaw table before it landed in Snape's cereals.

Snape’s screech echoed through the Great Hall and everyone fell silent. He jumped up from his seat and started swearing. Everyone else at the Slytherin table was etching away from him, trying to escape the unpleasant smell. Sirius, still hidden behind the Ravenclaw table, surpressed a snigger and crept forwards, back to the Gryffindors. But suddenly a figure loomed in front of him. He raised his head and swallowed. It was Professor McGonagall.

“Mr Black, what is the meaning of this?” she said sternly, tapping her foot impatiently.

He didn’t know what to say. There was no escaping McGonagall’s wrath once she had discovered someone breaking the rules. “I was just … I wanted … well, you know …” It was no use. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to his feet.

“Detention, Mr Black, today, eight o’clock, my office. You already know the procedure, I trust.” He only nodded. “And of course ten points from Gryffindor as well. You may continue your breakfast now.” And she walked away.

Sirius sat glumly down at the Gryffindor table. “Why did Evans have to tell her? It was just a bit of fun with old Snivellus. I didn’t hurt him or anything, did I?”

“No, he just smells better now,” Prongs replied, grinning.

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I don't know yet when I'll be able to post the next snippet. Maybe tomorrow, but if I don't find the time you'll have to wait until Thursday, as I'm going on holiday for a few days.

Weeee, I had so many new snippets to read!! *spazzes*

I love this part to bits. Such an appropriate ending to the fragment.

And the last snippet rawks my sox. I love your work, mah Christa. You manage to write funny, bittersweet and emotion-filled events with the same talent and potency. <333

Hope you post the next one soon. *shnuggles*

LOL. That is just amazingly funny!

*luffs you for posting*

Hope you can post tomorrow.

Btw, you're not writing more than 20? Because we're already on 7..

*spazzes*

This is the best idea everr! i mean SNIPPETS! no one i know has ever thought of that Well, Im Cat by the way Christa, nice to meet you


I demand you post more soon its brilliant

Thanks to all of you for your comments. And because you are so nice and I love you all to bits I decided to write this as soon as possible and post before I go on holiday.

PART EIGHT - July 31, 1980

He looked at his watch for the ninety-eight time and sighed again, resuming his pace in front of the door. He’d been doing this for over an hour and still there was no news from inside. Moony and Wormtail were already on the way. Moony was coming from France, where he was in negotiations with the Minister – on Dumbledore’s order – and Wormtail had been held up at some kind of secret meeting.

Another look at the watch and another sigh. Only a minute had gone by. But then the door finally opened and someone came out.

“It's a boy,“ James said, grinning like a madman. Understandably. Everyone probably would in his situation.

“Congrats,“ Sirius replied, giving his friend a one armed hug. He was happy for them, too. “How's Lily doing?“

“She's extremely tired and worn out – as is to be expected, but the Healer said that she'd be fine soon. Lily would like to see you, if you want to.“

Sirius nodded eagerly. He couldn't wait to see his best friend's son as soon as possible. They quietly opened the door to the darkened room and entered. Lily was already sitting in bed, looking expectantly towards them. Her red hair was still a little damp with sweat, but a smile was playing around her lips.

“Hey,“ James greeted her with a tender kiss on the forehead. “Where's our little boy?“

Lily gestured towards a small bed next to her own. The two friends went over. A tiny little baby was lying inside it, a mop of black hair already on his head. Ten little fingers and ten little toes. He was curled up under a blue blanket, sleeping peacefully. “Perfect,“ Sirius whispered. It was truly the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. “What will you call him?“

“Harry James Potter,“ Lily answered softly. She shot James a look, who nodded. “And do you know who we want to be his godfather?” She paused, while Sirius looked at her. “We want you to do this job for us … and of course for Harry.”

Sirius looked at her as if seeing her for the first time in his life. “Me? You want me as his godfather?” He sounded more surprised than ever before. James snickered.

“Of course, who else? You’re my best friend in the whole wide world. I know that you will take good care of Harry if something ever happened to us. And besides … you’ll do a great job in teaching him the Marauder way.” Prongs grinned widely.

“Then … thank you so much. It’s the best job I ever accepted.” He hesitated a little and turned towards Lily. “May I hold him?”

“Sure, after all you’re his godfather.”

Padfoot carefully reached into the crib and scooped up little Harry. He stirred a little, but didn’t wake up. He was so tiny in Sirius’ arms. Harry’s hand suddenly wrapped around Sirius’ finger and he held on tightly, as if he never wanted to let go again.

“Hey, Harry,” Padfoot whispered softly, so that he didn’t wake the child. “I’m your godfather and I’ll make sure that you’ll always be safe. I’ll protect you, no matter what happens. And I’ll teach you how to be a real Marauder. You know what, I’ll be a much cooler uncle than Moony and Wormtail. I’ll always be there.”

He gently kissed Harry’s forehead and Harry stirred again. He opened his bright green eyes and as he looked at his godfather for the first time in his life a bright smile came to his face.


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LE: Nobody has ever worshipped me before So I'm really honoured and glad you like it so much.

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JoHermione: I have 20 snippets planned and that's all I'll write for now, but if someone has a good suggestion for more please PM me and I may be tempted to write more afterwards.

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Part seven was wicked hilarious! And Part eight was soooo sweet! I love your writing! PAMSOID!!!!!!!!!!

PART NINE - Halloween

It was a dark and rainy day and he’d had a bad feeling since the morning. At work his stomach had been in knots, during lunch he hadn’t been able to eat more than five bites and in the afternoon his mind had always been somewhere else. In Godric’s Hollow, where his true family was. James, Lily and Harry. They were supposed to be save, but still something was nagging at the edge of his mind. It was just a feeling, but Sirius still decided check up on them. Everything was probably okay. He would arrive at the house and see them all happy and healthy and then he could go back home and sleep in peace.

He started his motorbike and it gracefully rose into the air. It wasn’t far to the Potters’ house and he could have easily apparated, but he preferred his bike. On the way the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach increased and he found himself praying that everything was alright.

As Sirius reached the house he immediately knew that something very bad had happened. The front door had been forcefully opened, one of the little glass panes was broken. Carefully he entered the house, drawing his wand. Everything was quiet.

“James?“ he softly called. “Lily?“ Nobody answered. The silence was becoming eerie. He was used to this house being full of laughter and joy. Something must've happened, but the Dark Mark wasn't above the house, so ... unless they’d gotten away ... no, it couldn't be ... were the Death Eaters still here, hadn't they finished their job yet?

He silently crept forward, wand poised. Suddenly he saw something peeking out from behind he sofa. Sirius reached it with five big steps and when he saw what it was he immediately wished he hadn’t. James was lying behind the sofa, his arm outstreched, his wand lying broken next to him. His eyes were opened wide and a kind of grim determination was etched onto his face forever.

Sirius fell onto the floor next to his best friend. “James!”, he called. “James, wake up!” But he knew it was no use. Uncontrollable sobs started to wreck his body and for a few minutes he just sat on the floor and let his grief overtake him. But then his head shot up. “Lily … Harry …,” he murmered and slowly got up, but not before closing James’ eyes. Walking away from him now was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do in his life. But he needed to know about the other two.

He slowly walked up the stairs, his wand again in his hand. The second door on the right was Harry’s. He opened it cautiously and it creaked slightly. The sight was terrible.

Lily was lying on the floor, just like James downstairs. Her red hair was spread on the floor, the wand still in her hand. Her usually sparkling eyes were dull and seemed to have lost some of their vibrant colour. Sirius’ tears starting falling again, as he looked at the once so lively Lily.

But behind her, sitting on the floor was …

“Harry!” he exclaimed, forgetting his sorrow for a split-second. He hurried to get to his godson, whom he immediately scooped up into his arms and held tightly. “Harry, I’m here, don’t be afraid. I’m so glad you’re alright. I was scared for you …”

Harry just looked at him with his big emerald eyes. “Mummy …”, he started, but Sirius shook his head.

“No, she’s gone away, Harry. Mummy and daddy are somewhere else now. But I’m still here for you. I’ll take care of you and I’ll never leave you.”

Harry started whimpering and suddenly Sirius saw that he was hurt. A cut was bleeding on his forehead. After wiping the blood away with his sleeve Sirius saw that it was in the shape of a lightening bolt.


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*lip quivers* That was so sad! *is losing control* I want my Sirius! Poor, Poor Harry!! Oh, it's no use! *crys as usual* I miss JAMES AND LILY!

That was so wonderfully well writen! I'm waiting for a new post! *still Cryin*

Aww, don't cry *hands over tissue* Thanks a lot for your comment, before I wasn't sure if I really liked this part.

The next part will have a lighter touch, I promise. Coming up: Scratches.

Ohhhh! I feel so bad for Sirius, and Harry. PAMSOID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing more to add.
Today's snippet is the shortest of them all, but I'd say it's my favourite so far. So enjoy it!

PART TEN - Scratches

I must say that I think daily scratches are rather pointless. Making a scratch everyday doesn't make sense and it doesn’t make time go by any faster. If I made them my whole wall would be covered by them by now. I think that I’ve been here for nine or ten years already, maybe elven. And besides, I’ve started sleeping at odd times of the day, so it’s probably not morning every time I wake up. So the scratches wouldn’t match the number of days in here.

Scratches also don’t tell you what day of the week it is or the date. You just know how long you’ve been in here, and that would only depress you further. And that’s something you surely don’t need. Of course you could count them and do the maths to find out the date, but before you finish the Dementors would be here and you’d have to start again.

Instead I make scratches for a different reason. I count something, but not the days. A while ago I’ve started a game and I’ve discovered that it’s quite nice. Not fun, because there is no fun in Azkaban, but at least it’s something to pass the time.

I walk over to the narrow and barred window and peek down. The ocean is rumbling below me. The waves crash against the rocks and small water droplets are thrown high into the air. But not so high that they could reach me. The sun is not shining, it hardly ever does here. I haven’t seen it for months. Instead a thin fog is hanging above the water.

I spit down. It hits the rocks. I swear silently. Missed it.

I try again. I gather as much spit as I can, which is quite a lot, considering that I don’t get a lot of drinks in here, and spit it out. It neatly lands in the ocean, a few metres away from the shore. Well done, didn’t miss this time.

But in this place you can’t even cheer properly. The Dementors would sense my happiness immediately. They’d come to my cell and they’d suck out this little happiness. I’d have to relive that terrible Halloween night over and over again. I’ve done that often enough already, I don’t need to do it again.

Instead I walk over to the wall and make another scratch. By now there are almost two thousand on my wall.

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So, that's the last snippet of the first half. I think I already said it once: if anyone has a good suggestion for a snippet I'll be glad to write more than twenty.

Aww! I just read the last three snippets. They're all awesome and great!

Hope you can post more soon! ♥

That was really good. I feel so bad for Sirius! PAMS!

Hello my dear readers!

Thank you sooooo much for your awesome comments. I can say it over and over again: you make my day!

I don't know if I like the following snippet or not - you tell me if it's any good.

PART ELEVEN - A quick glance

The sun had set already and the air, still heated up from the day, was beginning to cool down. The dog was glad about it, because its black fur could be quite hot during the summer. But it didn’t want to complain. After living in the cold for twelve years a little sun and warmth were nice. And besides, it couldn’t risk changing to human form. It was just too risky.

At the moment the dog was hiding in a park, waiting a little longer before trying to find some food in the trash. It was lying low on the floor, eyes closed and content to be here. But suddenly the silence was broken, as its sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps coming nearer. The dog lifted its head and turned around.

A boy of about thirteen years was running along the street, dragging a heavy suitcase, a birdcage and - most curiously - a broomstick with him. He seemed to be angry and frustrated. The dog knew who he was, but it didn't know why the boy would be angry.

As the boy - Harry James Potter - continued down the street, the dog followed him, hidden in the shadows. It wanted to watch him, catch a good look at him, before travelling north, towards Hogwarts, where it knew the rat must be.

Harry came to a stop and looked around; he didn't see the black dog. After a few minutes he began to calm down and regained his breath, while he seemed to be thinking about something and then, obviously coming to a decision, he got up and opened his trunk. But immediately afterwards he got up again. The dog sunk deeper into the shadows, fearful of being discovered. Even when Harry had been a baby he’d been able to sense when his godfather was near and that had obviously not changed over the years. Surely someone, maybe Remus or even Dumbledore, had already told him who the supposed traitor and murderer was. The dog couldn't risk it. If Harry saw it, it’d be doomed.

Harry bent down again, but immediately stood up, wand drawn. The dog inched forwards, longing to be near the godson, longing to be part of his life. But it couldn't be ... not yet anyway.

Suddenly Harry fell down onto the pavement, his wand flying from his hand. The dog wanted to jump forward to help him, but a bright purple bus appeared out of now