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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 5 ~ Revenge is a Sweet Word…
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A/N: There is one bad word in here. But it's not that
bad, and it's near the end.


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Kiana Walters, a.k.a. Kiki, narrates the first part.

I stood on the edge, looking down. Slowly, I
raised my hands above my head. My long black hair blew
in the strong wind. Plummeting down, I finally cut
through the water.

Swimming has been my life for years now. I lived
in England with my mom and my father. My father passed
away when I was 7. My mother was devastated. She
couldn't stand being in England anymore. We moved to
the United States. We moved to Florida.

I remained friendless until I was 9. I guess I
was afraid of losing my friend, like I lost my father.
When I was 9, I made my first friend. Her name was
Samantha Greene.

Sam and I had so much in common. We were like
sisters. Sam was on a swim team. One day, I went to
one of her practices. As I watched Sam dive into the
water, cut through it with long, even strokes, and
flip to swim all over again, I decided I wanted to be
a swimmer.

I was a natural. When the coach saw me swim, she
invited me to be on the Barracudas- the swim team.
When I was 11, our team finally made it to the state
finals! We would vie for the championship on September
3rd. I had trained for months. But then, I got my
Hogwarts letter…

My mother was ecstatic. She was a muggle who had
married my father, a wizard. We immediately moved back
to England. To Hogsmeade, to be exact. We moved into a
big white house, next to the Vanters. And even though
we moved, I still kept swimming.

After I finished fifty laps, I headed towards
the Gryffindor Common Room. I gave the fat lady the
password (exploding bon-bon). 

People were crowding around the bulletin board.
I found my way towards Bella, Lily, and Toria.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Flying Lessons are today!" Lily told me
excitedly.

"Right after Charms!" Bella said.

Toria looked at her watch (the one I've always
wanted. It's silver and has a pale blue backing over
the clock part. It's gorgeous.) Then, she looked at
us. "Speaking of Charms, we have 10 minutes to get
there!" she informed us. 

We ran out of the Common Room, and to class. We
were in Charms with time to spare. The boys tumbled in
ten minutes after class began. They all received a
lecture. Professor Flitwick soon began the lesson (the
floating charm) But I fell asleep. I dreamed of
flying…



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Lily Evans' POV

I examined the broomstick I held in my hands. It
was a beautiful Silver Arrow. I set it back on the
ground as Madame Hooch, the flying instructor,
arrived.

"Everyone, stand by a broom," she barked. "Now,
put your right hand over your broom, and say 'UP!',"
she instructed. 

"UP!" I shouted, along with everybody else. My
broom jumped into my hand! So did Bella's. But Toria's
rolled over. Kiana's didn't move at all.

Madame Hooch showed us how to mount our brooms.
She told me I had a great grip! When Madame Hooch blew
her whistle, I kicked off the ground. As I ascended,
my red hair flowed behind me. Flying was marvelous! I
closed my eyes as I breathed the fresh Scotland air. 

"Come down now!" yelled Madame Hooch. Those who
managed to get in the air started landing. I felt a
slight tingle, but ignored it. The boys went into
steep dives. I landed gracefully on the grass.

As I returned my broom, some people looked at me
and began laughing. I am a very self-conscious person.
I went over to Bella. "Do I have something on my
face?" I asked, tapping her on the shoulder.

Bella turned around and gasped. She opened and
closed her mouth continuously, as if she couldn't find
the right words. So, Bella transfigured a mirror. I
looked in it and screamed.

I was dressed as a clown. I even had the big red
shoes! I looked at the mirror in disbelief. I even had
makeup! Tears began cascading down my cheeks. Who
would be cruel enough to do this?

"POTTER!" I screamed.



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Bella Figg's POV

"Come on Lils. Let's get that yucky stuff off,"
I said soothingly, as I led Lily towards the castle.
We walked through the corridors, Lily sobbing. We went
to the bathroom. Lily tried scrubbing her face.

"Bella, it won't come off!" she said, tears
running down her cheeks.

"Well, magic caused it. Maybe magic has to undo
it. Let's go find Mundungus." I told her.

"Where is he?" Lily asked.

"The 2nd and 3rd Years have a break now. They
should be in the Common Room," I said.

"But I don't want anybody to see me. I look… I
look HIDEOUS!" Lily sobbed even louder than before.

"So, we'll take secret passages. We can get
there without anybody seeing you." 

Lily, who had been eyeing her oversized clown
shoes, looked up. "Promise?"

"Yes," I assured her, as I led her towards the
Common Room.



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Fifteen minutes later, Lil and I burst into the
Common Room. Some people burst out laughing at the
sight of Lily. How stupid were they? Lily wrote their
names in a tiny blue notebook. The smarter 2nd and 3rd
years remained silent. I noticed Mundungus in the
corner, playing chess with another boy. I ran over.

"Mundungus, we have a problem," I told him.

"Hello Bella. I don't believe you've met
Arthur?" he greeted me.

"No, I don't believe so, but…"

"Bella, this is Arthur Weasley. Arthur, this is
Arabella Figg, my cousin.

"Nice to meet you," I said to Arthur.

He nodded. "Likewise," he said, as he moved his
rook.

Lily was talking with Andromada Black. I
gestured for Lily to come over. She did so,
tentatively. Mundungus and Arthur gasped when they saw
Lily, in full clown attire.

"What happened to you?" asked Arthur.

"Potter," Lily explained, a sour expression on
her happy clown face.

"Well, my little Lily, let's get you back to
normal," Mundungus said. He gently put the tip of his
wand on Lily's forehead. "Finite Incantateum," he
whispered.

Lily's clown outfit and makeup slowly
disappeared. She thanked Mundungus profusely.

A girl I recognized as Molly Fitzgerald
approached us.

"Hey Arthur," she said coyly. "Do you want to go
to the library?" she asked with a wink.

Arthur's eyes lit up. "Er… I would er… love to,
because…er… I haven't been to the er…library for
awhile," he said, turning red. He stood up and held
out his sweaty palm. Arthur and Molly walked out of
the Common Room, hand in hand.

"What's so special about the library?" I asked.
Lily looked just as puzzled as I did. Mundungus stood
up and put his arms around Lily and me.

"Ah, the joys of being naïve," he said, as he
shooed us out of the Gryffindor Common Room.



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Severus Snape's POV

Malfoy and me, the great Severus Snape, decided
that we would have our revenge at dinner today. Our
revenge would be on all of Gryffindor house.

We snuck out of History of Magic to set up.
Binns didn't even notice.
In less than one hour, I will have my revenge. 

I will have my revenge on Potter and his idiotic
friends… Mwuahahahaha!



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Lily Evans' POV

I went with Bella to dinner, rather early.
Michael and Remus were already sitting at the table.
We went and sat next to them. We were so hungry! But
we were the only people in the Great Hall…

"You know," Michael began, "We really have to
find out where the kitchens are."

My stomach rumbled in response. I looked up at
the ceiling, willing it to drop food from the sky.
But, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
Bathtubs? Floating above our heads?

Indeed, sixteen bathtubs were lined up above the
Gryffindor table. 

You know, curiosity killed the cat.

Who are you? 

I'm your sub-conscience.

Well, bugger off. I need to know what's in those
tubs.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Well, I'm not a cat, am I? 

Not exactly, but…

And besides, Lily Evans does what she wants,
when she wants. And Lily Evans wants to see what's in
those bathtubs. And so she will. 

But curiosity killed the cat…

Lily Evans will kill the very annoying voice
inside her head if it doesn't shut up…

With a pop, my sub-conscience disappeared. I
smiled in satisfaction.

"Remus, can you do the floating charm?" I asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, do you think you can float me up to the
bathtubs above us?" I asked.

Everyone's heads turned to the levitating
bathtubs. Remus nodded.

"Are you ready, Lily?" Remus asked.

It was my turn to nod. "Wingardium Leviosa."
Remus used his wand to control my position.

I peered into the nearest bathtub. It was filled
with a smelly green liquid. There were silver swirls
in it. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. 

"You know how Snape swore he'd have revenge?" I
screamed. "And how him and Malfoy were so giddy
today?" Everybody nodded. "Well, I think this is
Snapey's revenge. Can someone levitate my wand to me?"

Michael nodded. Once I had my wand in hand, I
used a colouring charm to turn the liquid red, with
gold swirls. I love charms. I used another charm to
move the tubs over the Slytherin table.

"Okay Remus, take me down!" He slowly lowered me
to the ground.

"But wait. Won't Snape notice the bathtubs are
gone?" Michael asked. 

Bella rolled up her sleeves. "Leave it to me."
She used a complicated charm to make bathtubs appear
over the Gryffindor table. "They are a projection,"
Bella explained. She then used another charm to turn
the Slytherin bathtubs invisible.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Michael
asked in awe.

"Mundungus," Bella answered simply.

We all sat down, anxiously awaiting dinner.



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Severus Snape's POV

Potter, Black and Brooks were the last people to
enter the Great Hall for dinner. 

I would have my revenge at last! 

Malfoy elbowed me. "Thirty seconds," he hissed.

I looked at my watch. 5…4…3…2…1

Nothing was falling on the Gryffindors' head. I
looked up, in horror.

As if in slow motion, red and gold liquid was
falling from the sky. Right over the Slytherins.

SPLAT! We were doused in the smelly liquid.

"Potter!" I screamed. "I will get my revenge!" I
ran out of the Great Hall, to the Common Room. Malfoy
followed me.

"Malfoy, what happened? You set the bloody
bathtubs up!"

"Well, you did the potion…" Malfoy said, with
the air of a seven year old.

"AURGH!" we both screamed.



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Noelle Charrier's POV

I had decided to not go to dinner that day. It
was lucky that I didn't. I went to the library
instead. I had tons of homework to do. I am such a
procrastinator.

I heard a group of people enter the library
laughing. I recognized Bella's laugh. She turned the
corner and saw me. 

"Noelle!" she greeted me. I looked up from
'Transfiguration for Dunderheads'. Bella and Toria
were standing there. "You won't believe what
happened!" she said, out of breath.

I looked at her and Toria curiously. "What
happened?"

Bella opened her mouth to tell me, but no words
came out. Laughing uncontrollably, Bella fell on the
ground, clutching her sides.

I turned to Toria. "Care to explain?" I asked.

Through her laughter, Toria managed to squeak,
"Snape's Revenge". This intrigued me. Snape had
revenge, and didn't tell me?

Seeing I wasn't going to get any answers from
them, I went to the Slytherin Common Room. I creaked
open the door to the Boy's Dorms. I didn't care about
breaking rules.

"Severus?" I called out.

"Go away," answered a sour voice. I grinned.

"Is ickle Sevvie upset?" I asked. I turned on
the light and gasped.

Severus was covered in red and gold liquid. And
he smelled absolutely terrible!

"So, I never knew you secretly loved
Gryffindors," I said.

"I don't. This was my revenge," He answered
sourly. 

"So, that is Severus Snape's infamous revenge,"
I said, laughing.

Severus scowled me. "It wasn't supposed to
happen to me," he explained.

I acted enlightened for a moment. Then, with a
straight face, I managed to say, "Sevvie, get a
shower," before ducking out of the room in hysterics.



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Lucius Malfoy's POV

I went to the dorm after I showered. My silver
hair was still wet. As I walked in, I noticed a fat
blonde boy sitting on a bed in the corner.

"Who are you?" I barked.

"I…uh…I'm…"

"Spit it out already, you dunderhead. Do you
know who I am?" I screamed. He shook his fat head. "I
am the Lucius Malfoy. You will answer me. Who are
you?"

"P-P-P-P-Peter P-P-P-P-P-Pettigrew."

"Good. Now, Peter, you will leave."

"B-B-B-But…", he squeaked.

"Leave now!"

The stuttering fool ran as quickly as he could
(which wasn't very fast) out of the room. I sat on my
bed and pulled out my father's package. Enclosed was a
letter, the quiz, and a book to read and write a
report on. I started with the quiz.

A/N: The italics are Lucius' answers to the questions,
which are normal type.

1. What are the unforgivables?

The unforgivables are curses which many ministry
witches and wizards consider unforgivable. They
include the Imperious curse, the Cruciatus curse, and
Avada Kedavra.

2. How do you perform the unforgivables?
You perform the unforgivables by focusing on a hateful
or anger-filled moment, and saying the proper
incantation.

3. On what occasion would it be alright to use the
unforgivables?
The unforgivables can be used at any time, as long as
they are used on someone who doesn't deserve to live
(mudbloods, muggles, halfbloods, squibs, and muggle
and mudblood supporters).

After I finished the quiz, I began reading the
book Father sent me, 'Being Evil for Dummies'. It was
written by my ancestor, Alastor Malfoy the First.



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Michael Barnette's POV

I sat in the Astronomy Tower, gazing at the
stars. I guess I was looking for an answer. My mother
is a diviner. Well, she was, until Voldemort killed
her. She would sometimes use the stars to make
predictions. I figured it might help me…

Should I tell James? Or should I wait until the
summer hols? I buried my head in my hands. Thinking
was hard! I wasn't supposed to think like this until I
was 39 and beginning to go through my midlife crisis!
And at least then, I might get something out of it,
like a racing broom.

Someone sat down next to me. It was Toria. She
handed me a sickle. "Sickle for your thoughts?" she
asked with a smile.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I come out here sometimes, to look at the
stars," she explained. "I used to when I was little."

"Why is life so hard?" I asked her.

Toria grinned questionably. "Is that a
rhetorical question, or do you want me to answer it?"

"Just tell me. Why is life so hard?" I asked
again.

"Well, if you are referring to the challenges in
life, they make us strive to accomplish goals. The
hardships make us stronger," Toria said softly. "All
in all, because life is hard, we become better
people."

My jaw dropped. "You are really good at
answering hard questions," I informed her.

"Well, my mom used to be a psychologist. You
know, a shrink."

"How about another question then? A hypothetical
question?"
Toria grinned. "Try me."

"If you were to find out you had a sibling, but
the sibling didn't know you were siblings yet, would
you tell your sibling right away that you were
siblings, or would you wait for awhile?"

"I really don't know…" her voice trailed off.
Toria stared at the stars. "I guess that I would
probably wait for a little bit. But, not that long,
because the sibling deserves to know that you are
their sibling."

"Thanks Toria," I said.

"Michael, if you have any more hard questions,
ask me any time. But it's cold now. Can we go inside?"


I held out my arm. "Let's go."



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Sirius Black's POV

I awoke to screams the next morning. I ran to
where the screams were coming from - the Common Room.
However, I froze in place when I saw the sight before
me.

Some of the 2nd and 3rd years had seven arms and
three eyes. Their skin had purple polka dots, and
everybody's hair was hot pink. They looked like
aliens!

Now, I tried not to laugh. Really, I did. But a
snort escaped, followed by full-blown laughter. 

"SIRIUS BLACK, GO AWAY!" screamed Beatrice
Hothorn. She was one of the unfortunate people who
awoke to find themselves looking like creatures from
outer space. She ran to the hospital wing, with the
others. As soon as they left, I began laughing again.



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Lily Evans' POV

I was responsible for select 2nd and 3rd Year
student's appearances. It was their own fault. They
shouldn't have laughed at me yesterday. I smiled as I
remembered how they looked.

But now, I was in Transfiguration. I'm not very
good at it. Minnie says it's because I don't
concentrate. I do concentrate! Just not during her
class…
Now, in this particular lesson, McGonnogal was going
on and on about how to turn inanimate objects into
animals. I was scribbling on Potter's Potions
textbook.

"Okay class. You may start the assignment now,
with your partners," Minnie announced.

I pulled a face at Potter. We were supposed to
turn a piece of paper into a tortoise. Instead, I
accidentally turned Potter into a hare. I was close
though…haven't you heard of THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE?

McGonnogal approached me. "Miss Evans. Where is
Mr. Potter?" she asked.

"Er…he's here," I vaguely answered.

"Where?" she asked, looking around.

I held up the hare. Realization dawned on the
professor's face.

"Miss Evans!" she screamed.

I got on my knees and grabbed her legs. "But
Minnie, I swear it was an accident!" I sobbed. "Don't
make me leave!"

I peaked at her face to see if she was buying
it, but she saw.

"Miss Evans, get out of my classroom now!" She
escorted me to the door. 

"Minnie, we can still be friends, right?" I
asked innocently.

"MY NAME IS NOT MINNIE!" the purple-faced
professor screamed.

I put my hand over my forehead in a dramatic
pose. "Parting is such sweet sorrow," I said, in a
very throaty voice.

"GET OUT!" Minnie screamed.

I walked out of the classroom, my head held
high.



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You-Know-Who's POV (aka: Tom Marvolvo Riddle, Lord
Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, The Dark Lord...)

I sighed as I sipped my strawberry milkshake.
This is why I love being evil and powerful… Free
strawberry milkshakes, whenever I want.

I looked at my calendar. It was Tuesday,
November 3rd. I wasn't scheduled to kill anybody until
Friday. That was Prewett Day. I let my mind wander to
the Barnette's murder.



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I had burst into the house. I decided to do this
mission alone - no deatheaters. I found Nathan
Barnette in the study.

"Join me or die," I whispered evilly.

Nathan looked as though he was considering this.
He turned to face me. "I chose 'or'."

"Or? Or wasn't a choice," I told him.

"But you said, and I quote 'Join me, Or, Die'. I
chose or," Nathan said triumphantly.

"Imperio," I said lazily.

Nathan dodged it. "Stupefy".

"Crucio".

"Imperidenta."

We continued dueling for a bit, but I finally
managed to hit the fool with Cruciatus. Then, with two
more words, the great Minister of Magic, Nathan
Barnette, was dead.

I went to look for his wife, Anastasia. I
discovered her in the sun parlor. She was staring out
the window, watching the last golden hue of the sun
fade into night. 

"Hello Voldemort," Anastasia said calmly, not
turning around. This unnerved me. First of all, very
few people call me Voldemort. Secondly, she had sensed
my presence. That was peculiar. Thirdly, most people
would be hysterical, begging for their miserable
lives. But not her…

"Your husband is dead," I told her viciously. I
love being evil.

"Well, thank you for stating the obvious," she
snapped as she turned to face me, her blue eyes
flashing. I was taken back, to say the least.

"Just be done with it. Kill me already. It's not
like I'm going to join you, you bloody (here she
inserted a word to vulgar for your precious eyes to
read)."

I regained my composure. "Any last words?" I
asked, a sneer on my pale face. What can I say? Too
much sun is bad for your skin. I don't want skin
cancer!

"I think 'Rot in Hell' sums it up," she said.

"Avada Kedavra".


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Yes, that murder was easy. Maybe too easy…

Nah. I shook my head. I'm evil. I'm powerful.
And I want more strawberry milkshakes!



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