HP Magic Biography

Sitting in his seat, James yawned loudly and kneaded his head, messing it up even more than before.

Then, after glancing at Professor Flitwick, he turned in his seat and grinned at a boy sitting four rows behind him. Another shock of excitement, and Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs up.

Sirius was lounging in the chair, leaning back so that the chair rested on only two legs. He was remarkably good-looking; the black head hung over his eyes with a sort of casual grace neither James nor Harry could attain, as a girl seated behind Sirius looked on hopefully. He, though he didn't seem to notice at all. And two seats away from the girl—and Harry's heart was pounding with joy—sat Lupine. He looked rather pale and haggard (was it the full moon?)

Lupine was engrossed in the exam: he scratched his chin with the tip of his quill as he checked the answers, frowning slightly.

That meant, then, that Wormtail must be somewhere nearby..., yes, Harry recognized him right away: the little boy with the mouse head and the pointy nose.

Wormtail looked very worried; he bit his fingernails, stared down at the paper, and rubbed his toes on the floor. Every once in a while, I glance hopefully at the test paper on the next table.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his eyes to James, who was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment to mark the time. He has drawn a snitch and is now tracing two letters: ..

What does this mean?

Put down your pens, please! screamed Professor Flitwick, and you, Stubbins! Please stay in your seat while I collect papers! Fly around!

More than a hundred rolls of parchment flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him backwards to the ground. Someone laughed. A few students in the front row stood up, holding Professor Flitwick's elbows to lift him off the ground.

Thank you... thank you. Professor Flitwick gasped. Very well, everyone, you can go!

Harry looked down at his father, who hastily removed the letter he had just been embellishing, jumped up from his seat, stuffed his quill and exam paper into his bag, flung it over his shoulder, and stood there waiting for Sirius Come and meet him. Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of Snape not far away, still engrossed in his examination paper as he moved between the desks towards the door to the vestibule.

He was somewhat stooped, stiff, and convulsive in his gait, reminiscent of a large spider, his greasy head bouncing across his face. A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius, and Lupine, and Harry allowed himself to walk between them, determined to keep Snape within sight, while also pricking up his ears to catch James. Tom and his friends.

Do you like question number ten, Moonface? Sirius asked as they entered the porch.

Love it, said Lupine brightly. Write down the five distinguishing marks of a werewolf. Good title.

Do you think you can write all those signs? James asked pretendingly.

I think I can, said Lupine earnestly, as they joined the crowd around the front door eager to get out onto the sunlit field, one: he's sitting in my chair. two: he Wearing my clothes. Three: His name is Lupine.

Wormtail was the only one who wasn't smiling.

I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail, he said worriedly, but I can't think of the other two—

How stupid are you, Wormtail? said James impatiently, you run around with a werewolf once a month—

Keep your voice down, begged Lupine.

Harry looked back anxiously again. Snape lingered nearby, still buried in his exam papers - but this was Snape's memory,

Harry was sure that if Snape chose to stroll in the opposite direction once out on the field, he, Harry, would never be able to follow James any further.

As James and his three friends walked down the lawn towards the lake, Snape followed, still buried in the papers and clearly not making up his mind where to go, which, in any case, made Harry deeply happy.

Harry kept some distance in front of Snape, determined to get a close look at James and the others.

Oh, I think this test will be a piece of cake, he heard Sirius say, I'll at least get an 'Excellent' too, and I'd be surprised if I didn't.

Me too, James said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a struggling Snitch.

Where did you get it?

Stolen, James said casually. He started playing with the Snitch, sending it flying at least a foot away before catching it back; his reflexes were excellent.

Wormtail watched in awe.

They stopped in the shadow of a beech tree by the lake, under this tree, Fanlin and the others would throw themselves down on the lawn here to enjoy the sun after finishing their homework on Sunday, and then go to Hagrid log cabin.

Harry looked back and, to his delight, saw Snape sitting in the thick shadow of a bush.

He was still brooding over the GWEL paper as before, so Harry could sit comfortably on the grass among the beech trees and bushes, watching the foursome under the trees.

The sun reflected dazzling light on the calm lake, and by the lake sat a group of girls who had just come out of the lobby, talking and laughing, taking off their shoes and socks, and soaking their feet in the water to cool off.

Lupine pulled out a book and began to read. Sirius just stared at the students running around on the grass, looking rather arrogant and bored, but also very handsome because of it.

James was still playing with the Snitch, and he let it go farther and farther, almost escaping it, but he always caught it back at the last second.

Wormtail watched with his mouth open. Wormtail gasped and applauded every time James made a difficult catch.

After five minutes of playing like this, Harry wondered why James didn't let Wormtail grab and play himself, but James seemed to enjoy the attention.

Harry noticed that his father still had a habit of throwing his head up, as if he didn't want it to look too neat, and he kept glancing at the girl across the lake.

Stop, will you, Sirius finally said after James made a perfect catch and Wormtail let out a loud applause, or Wormtail will pee his pants with excitement.

Wormtail blushed slightly, but James grinned.

If that bothers you, he said, stuffing the Snitch back into his pocket. Harry had a distinct feeling that Sirius was the only one who could keep James from showing off.

I'm bored, said Sirius, and wish it were a full moon.

You will, said Lupine gloomily from the back of his book. We have Transfiguration to take, and if you're bored, you can take me. Here you are...

He handed his book to Sirius. But Sirius snorted: I don't need to see that crap, I know all about it.

That'll cheer you up, Padfoot, James said quietly. Look who's that...

Sirius turned his head away. He was suddenly motionless, like a dog smelling a rabbit. Excellent, he said softly, Snape the Slug.

Harry turned to see what Sirius was looking at. Snape stood up again, stuffing the ordinary wizarding grades into his schoolbag. As he left the shadow of the bushes and was about to cross the lawn, Sirius and James stood up.

Both Lupine and Wormtail sat still: Lupine was still staring down at his book, but his eyes didn't move at all, and there was a faint frown at the tip of his brow; Wormtail's eyes alternated from Sirius, James and Snape flitted past him, a look of longing for something to happen on his face.

All right, Slug? James said loudly. Snape's reaction was as violent as if he had expected an attack: he flung his schoolbag off and slid his hand into his robes, but he was barely halfway up his wand when James yelled, Expelliarmus!

Snape's wand flew two feet into the air and landed with a soft thud into the grass behind him. Sirius let out a harsh laugh.

There are many obstacles! he said, pointing his wand at Snape, who was knocked to the ground just as he threw himself towards his dropped wand. The surrounding students all turned to watch. Some of them stood up and surrounded them. Some looked understanding, others were entertaining.

Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius walked towards him, wands in hand, James glancing over his shoulder at the girls by the lake as they walked.

Wormtail was on his feet now, watching hungrily, moving away from Lupin to get a better view.

How's the test, Slug? James said.

I'm looking at him, wiping his nose on the parchment, said Sirius viciously. There must be big grease spots all over it. They can't read a word at all.

Several bystanders laughed; it was clear that Snape was not welcome. Wormtail scoffed. Snape struggled to get up, but the spell still worked on him; he struggled as if bound by invisible ropes.

You—wait, he gasped, staring at James with pure disgust, you—wait!

Wait for what? said Sirius coldly. What are you going to do, Snape the Slug, wipe your nose on us?

Snape was swearing, with many curse words, but his wand fell ten feet away, so nothing happened.

Wash your mouth clean, said James dryly. Sify!

Snape's mouth immediately erupted in pink suds; his lips were covered in suds, making him retch, choke—

Leave him alone! James and Sirius turned to check. James' free hand suddenly jumped over his head. It was one of the girls walking by the lake. She had bushy, shoulder-length hair of crimson and amazingly green almond eyes—Harry's eyes.

Harry's mother.

Well, Evans? James said, his tone suddenly pleasant, deeper and more mature.

Don't mess with him, Lily repeated. She looked at James' expression without showing great disgust, What did he do to you?

Oh, said James, pretending to be pondering the point, actually it's mostly because of him, if you know what I mean...

Most of the surrounding students laughed, including Sirius and Wormtail, except for Lupine, who was clearly determined to be buried in his textbooks, and he didn't laugh, and neither did Lily.

You think you're funny, she said dryly, but you're just an arrogant, bullying fool, Potter. Don't mess with him.

If you'll go out with me, I'll do it, Evans, said James quickly. Come... go out with me, and I'll never point my wand at an old slug again.

Behind him, the effect of the Impeding Charm faded away. Snape began to crawl, inch by inch, toward his dropped wand, lather still gushing from his mouth as he crawled.

Even if I had to choose between you and the giant squid, I wouldn't go out with you. Lily said.

Unlucky, Prongs, said Sirius cheerfully, before turning to Snape, Oh!

But it was too late; Snape had pointed his wand directly at James; there was a flash, and a deep gash appeared on one side of James' face, and blood sprayed his robes. James turned sharply: there was a second flash after a while, and Snape was suspended in mid-air with his head down, his robes hanging down to cover his head, revealing his pale and thin legs, and a jet-black shorts.

Most of the small watching crowd burst into cheers; Sirius, James, and Wormtail laughed wildly.

The furious expression on Lily's face twisted momentarily, as if she was about to smile, and she said, Put him down!

Of course, said James, jerking his wand up; Snape fell to the ground, curled up in a ball. He struggled out of his robes, stood up immediately, and raised his wand, but Sirius said, All petrified!

Snape fell on his back again, stiff as a plank.

Don't mess with him! Lily yelled. Now she drew her wand. James and Sirius watched her warily.

Ah, Evans, don't make me cast a spell on you, James said seriously.

Then break the spell on him! James sighed heavily, and whispered the breaking spell to Snape.

Come on, he said, as Snape struggled to his feet. Lucky for you, Evans is here, Slug—

I don't need help from a dirty little mudblood like her!

Lily blinked. Okay, she said calmly, then I won't worry about it anymore. If I were you, I'd wash your shorts, slug.

Apologies to Evans! James growled at Snape, pointing his wand menacingly at Snape.

I don't want you to make him apologize to me, Lily yelled, turning to James. You're as bad as he is.

What? James screamed. I never said you were—you know what!

Must your head all over, just because you think it's cool to look like you just got off a broomstick, show off with that stupid snitch, walk up and down the corridors, and see who doesn't like it. Curse someone, just because you can do it - I'm amazed that your broom still hits 6 with a big head like you on it. You make me sick.

She turned and walked away quickly.

Evans! James called after her. Hi, Evans!

But she didn't even look back.

What's the matter with her? James said, trying to look like he was asking a question that didn't matter to him, but without success.

From what she's saying, I'd say she thinks you're a little crazy, man, said Sirius.

Okay, said James, looking genuinely enraged now, Okay— Another flash and Snape was thrown upside down in the air again. Who wants to see me strip a slug's panties?

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