The Craziness of Moldie Voldie

The Craziness of Moldie Voldie

Chapter Two

-The Mysterious Slytherin Prefect . . . and a cookie??-

James and Sirius walked into the common room.

***Hey, doesn't this sound like a 'priest and a nun walked into a bar' joke?***

***um . . .***

Sirius: *looks up* A bar? I thought we were in our common room. *grins* Hmm . . . a bar.

James: *elbows Sirius* SIRIUS!

Sirius: *rubs arm* What? We drink butterbeer all the time!

James: *rolls eyes* That isn't the point.

Sirius: Then what is?

A voice: Who are you?

Sirius and James turned to face the common room full of Gryffindors, all of them staring at the two newcomers. The speaker, a tall, freckled, red-haired boy, looked at them in interest.

Sirius: *leans towards James and whispers* You ever seen him before?

James: *whispers* Nope. You?

Sirius: I wouldn't be asking if I did.

James: True. *faces the boy* My name is James Potter and this is -

Sirius: *cutting off James* You mean you don't know who we are?!!!! We are the Marauders!! . . . or at least two of them, and everyone knows us, even the Slytherins. *grins wickedly* Especially the Slytherins.

The boy: *looks quite confused* Um . . . no, sorry. Are you transfers?

Sirius went to speak but James elbowed him, making him shut his mouth.

James: No, we go here. We've been going here for the past six years . . .

The boy: Oh . . . well, I'm a first-year . . . so maybe that's why I don't recognize you.

A seventh-year girl: No, Gareth, I'm a seventh-year and a Prefect, and I don't know them. *looks at James and Sirius* How did you two Slytherins get in here?

Sirius: *face grows angry* Okay, for the bloody last time!! WE ARE GRYFFINDORS!!! NOT SLYTHERINS! I don't know WHO you are! I don't know WHY you are in here! But WE belong here and YOU DON'T!!

James: *looks at Sirius, eyebrows raised* Whoa, there, Padfoot. Calm down.

The seventh-year: *crosses arms, an eyebrow raised* Excuse me? I don't belong here? *motions around* I think everyone around here can vouch that I do belong here . . . and you two definitely don't.

Sirius: Well, I'm sure Remus and Peter could vouch for us that we do belong here.

The seventh-year: Who?

Sirius: *now he's confused* Remus Lupin? Peter Pettigrew? The other two Marauders?

James: What about Lily Evans?

The seventh-year: *shakes head* Nope, never heard of them.

Sirius: *leans towards James and whispers* Um . . . Prongs, are you getting the feeling that this is just one big bad joke?

James: *uncertain* Sirius . . . I don't think this is a joke. *glances at the other Gryffindors* They're not lying . . . they really don't know us. And that can only mean . .

Sirius: They were brainwashed by the Slytherins?

James: *rolls eyes* No, you dolt! This isn't Hogwarts.

Sirius: *scratches head* What?

James: I mean, this is Hogwarts, but not the Hogwarts we know.

Sirius: Okay, now you're confusing me . . .

James: We need to see Dumbledore.

Sirius: *nods* That would be smart. *looks at the seventh-year* I'm sorry for the outburst earlier. My name is Sirius Black and we're new.

The seventh-year: *nods* Where did you transfer from?

Sirius: Um . . .

James: Durmstrang.

Sirius: *at the same time as James* Beauxbatons.

James and Sirius looked at each other and then James spoke.

James: A foreign school.

The seventh-year: *nods* Well, alright then . . . my name is Minerva McGonagall. *motions to the first-year boy* And this is Gareth Weasley.

At this, Sirius' face turned bright red and he choked, covering his hands with his mouth.

James swallowed, looking at the tall, friendly-looking girl. This was McGonagall?! He looked at the boy. Weasley?! But which one? Bill's father?? Where, when, are we?

Minerva: Is your friend alright?

James: *nods shakily and hits Sirius on the back, making him cough and stumble forward a bit* He's alright. He just swallowed wrong.

Sirius: *swallows and takes a deep breath, looking at his would-be Transfiguration professor* Minerva? Minerva McGonagall.

Minerva: *quirks an eyebrow* Yes, that's my name.

Sirius: Oh, my God. Excuse us for a moment. *grabs James' arm and drags him out of the common room and into the corridor. He pointed at the portrait* Okay, now this is either one big HUGE joke, or I'm dreaming.

James: *shakes head, glancing back at the portrait* Neither.

Sirius: *pinches James' arm*

James: Ow! *slaps Sirius*

Sirius: Nope, not dreaming.

James: SIRIUS!

Sirius: James! *concentrates* Well . . . it has to be the Slytherins.

James: Why does it always have to be the Slytherins?

Sirius: *shrugs* They're Slytherins. It's what they do.

James: Even if this is some sort of joke, do you really think the Slytherins would be smart enough to plan this big of an event? I mean, they would have had to empty out the entire Gryffindor common room, fill it with some other house, make sure they all knew their lines, and most importantly, they would have had to have our password! And if I'm not mistaken, that kid named Gareth, who just happens to be a Weasley, and that would either mean Bill has a cousin or something that we don't know about named Gareth, or that's his father's father, which would make no sense at all.

Sirius: *really confused* His father. Right . . . James, I think you had a little too much -

James: *slaps Sirius* I'm serious!

Sirius: No, sorry James, I'm Sirius.

James: *sighs* This is serious.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but James cut him off.

James: Just listen, will you? If we are where I think we are . . . then Gareth and Minerva really are who they say they are.

Sirius: So . . . what exactly are you suggesting? That we somehow got tossed back a few years?

James: Years? No, more like decades.

***Blimey, it took you long enough to figure it out! Here, I'll give you a cookie***

James crossed his arms.

James: You mean you knew this and you didn't tell us?

***What would have been the fun in that? You're smart . . . we figured you'd figure it out soon enough***

Sirius: Where's my cookie?

James: *ignoring Sirius* So when are we?

***You'll figure that out soon enough***

***Yes, soon enough . . . wait until you figure out who that Slytherin prefect is!! You're really going to -***

***Shut up! You're going to ruin the entire plot!***

***I was just trying to help***

Sirius: Can I have my cookie now?

James: Okay, so we're in a different time . . . in the past, as it seems . . . and if my calculations are correct . . . BLOODY HELL!!!!

Sirius: Where's my - James? *eyes wide* Did I just hear you curse? *grins* Good job! I knew you had it in you! You're learning! Good boy!

James: *glares at Sirius* This isn't funny. If we are here with Gareth, who quite possibly is Mr. Weasley's father, and McGonagall, that means You-Know-Who is here as well.

Sirius: *shocked, the cookie currently forgotten* You mean . . . *grins wickedly and cracks his knuckles* Ooh . . . the fun we will have . . . Yoo hoo! Voldie! Come out, come out, wherever you are!!

James: *elbows Sirius* Will you shut it? This isn't a laughing matter! We're stuck here . . . who knows how the hell we're going to get back and you're making a joke about it!!!

Sirius: You just cursed . . . again!! Blimey, James . . . I really must be rubbing off on you. I wonder what Lily would say if she could hear you now! I bet she'd be impressed! I know I am!

James: Sirius!

Sirius: What?

James: Just shut it! We have to speak with Dumbledore. However, let's wait till morning.

Sirius: *shrugs* Sure . . . I suppose.

A voice: HEY YOU!!

Sirius and James spun to face the speaker and James nearly fell over for he was stumbling backwards quite fast.

James: Bloody hell! Come on! *grabs Sirius' arm and tries to pull him towards the portrait, but Sirius was staring at James*

Sirius: THREE?? YOU JUST CURSED THREE TIMES!! That's a record!

James: *glares at Sirius* Can we forget about that at the moment? There's a Prefect coming towards us! And I for one don't want to have to deal with any Prefects at the moment. *points at the Prefect badge on his cloak* How am I going to explain this?

James and Sirius turn to go towards the portrait and move to leave when the Prefect grabbed them and spun them around, putting them face to face with a younger version of Lord Voldemort.

***hehe . . . fooled you!!!!***

James: *gulps* Um . . . we're going to bed.

Voldie: You had better be. Ten points from Gryffindor. And if you don't get back inside now, I'll take off more!

Sirius: *muttering* Slimy git.

Voldie: *glares at Sirius* What did you say?

Sirius: *smiles innocently* Genius?

Voldie: *rolls eyes* Go.

James: Yes, we're going. *looks pointedly at Sirius*

Sirius: *nods* See you around . . .*mutters* slimy git.

James and Sirius ran up to the portrait, said the password, and ran into the hall that led to the main room. James leaned up against the wall.

James: That was You-Know-Who. Oh, my God. . . .

Sirius: *grinning evilly* We shall have a lot of fun with this one.

James: *serious* Sirius, I don't think that would be too smart. I mean, this is You-Know-Who we're talking about . . . and I for one don't want to make him mad.

Sirius: But I want to have fun!

James: *rolls eyes* Let's just get to bed. I need to think . . . a lot.

Sirius: You're always thinking.

James: *smiles* And that's how we always get out of the messes that you create.

Sirius: Me? I distinctly remember that it was you who planned that prank we played on Snape last month. And before that -

James: *sighs* Okay, okay, I get the point . . . can we go to bed now?

Sirius: *shrugs* Sure. *after a few moments, as they walked* I still beat you.

James: *rolls eyes*

James and Sirius headed through the common room and up the stairs, searching for a room that they could use. The boy that they had met earlier, Gareth, stuck is head out from a doorway and called to them.

Gareth: Hey, you two! We have two extra beds! Why don't you come stay in our room?

James: *smiles* That would be brilliant.

Gareth: *grins* Wicked. Come on.

James and Sirius walked to where Gareth stood and headed into their new dorm room. There was a boy sleeping in one of the beds.

Gareth: That's Michael Jordan. He's a first-year like me.

***hehe . . . Michael Jordan . . . a shame they don't know who that is***

***yes, quite a shame***

Gareth: As long as you two don't mind being stuck with two first-years.

James: *shrugs* You know, I really don't care about that at this point. You seem nice enough and at the moment, all I want is a bed.

Gareth: *laughs* Well, you deserve it. Especially if you just transferred. Quite an interesting day, huh?

James: You have no idea.

Gareth: I'll see you two in the morning, then. *walks over to his bed and climbs in* Good night. *shuts his drapes*

Sirius and James glanced down at their robes and then at each other.

Sirius: What are you sleeping in?

James: Well, I have clothes underneath . . . *smirks* What'd you do, Sirius, forget?

Sirius: *glares at James* Of course not! Why would I be that smart to remember to wear boxers?!! *rolls eyes* Of course I'm wearing other clothes!

James: Then change.

Sirius: *sarcastic* Thank you, Father; I was planning on doing that. Is there anything else that you need to tell me?

James: *thinks* Nope, not at the moment.

Sirius: *still sarcastic* Good, because I want to get some sleep . . . . and I WANT MY COOKIE!!

James: *rolls eyes* Just get to bed.

Sirius: Yes, Master . . .

Sirius took off his robes, showing nice heart covered boxers.

***Oh, my GOD!!! He's so hot!***

Sirius turned bright red and grabbed his robes, hiding under them.

Sirius: *muffled* Leave me alone! While I normally wouldn't mind people seeing me like this, I don't even know WHERE you are, let alone WHO you are!!!

***You were supposed to be quiet! Why did you have to say that?***

***but he's so hot!***

***yes, you've told me this several times. NOW SHUT UP!***

James: *looks up* Are you still watching?

- silence-

James: *looks at Sirius, who is still hiding under his robe* You can come out now.

Sirius: Is it safe?

James: *nods* yep.

Sirius takes off the robe, standing.

***Oh, my God!!***

Sirius grabbed his robes again, looking quite red-faced.

Sirius: Will you bloody leave me alone so I can get to bed?!! STOP WATCHING ME!

***'giggle' Sorry, Sirius***

***I told you to be quiet***

***But he's so-***

***- Hot, yes, I know. Sorry, Sirius, she's leaving. You can get dressed. See you tomorrow***

Sirius: *looks at James, not entirely convinced* Are they gone?

James: *looks up* Are you gone??

-no answer-

James: They're gone.

Sirius: whew!

He dropped his robes and walked over to his bed, throwing back the covers. He went to climb in when . . .

***Oh, my God!***

Sirius dived under the covers.

***JAINA, I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!***

***But what about you? You're still here***

***That doesn't bloody matter. Go***

***if you stay, I stay***

Sirius: *under covers* LEAVE ME ALONE! I want to sleep!

***you upset Sirius!***

***'wail' no! I love Sirius!***

***then let him get some sleep***

***okay . . . fine***

-silence dominates for a long period of time-

Sirius: *whisper* are you sure they're gone? The last time you said so, she was still here.

James: Wait awhile. Then you can sleep.

Sirius: *sarcastic* Brilliant.

James climbed into his bed, shutting the drapes. Finally, after waiting for a long time, Sirius took the covers off of his head and laid back, looking up at the top of his four-poster.

Sirius: James?

James: Hmm . . .

Sirius: Can I have my cookie now?

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You have many questions, do you not? Use the power of the Swartz to figure it out!

Um . . . yeah . . .

Will Sirius ever get his cookie?

How will Sirius deal with having a young McGonagall around?

Who was that mysterious Slytherin Prefect? HAHA!!! YOU KNOW NOW!! IT'S RIDDLE!! HAHA, FOOLED YOU! *grin*

So, now you know WHEN they are . . . hehe . . . .

Is Jaina really Sirius' stalker?? NO! Of course not . . . we just had to put that in because it was funny . . .

Will Sirius ever get his cookie?

Is that boy really Gareth Weasley, Bill's grandfather????

Michael Jordan . . . . now we have a basketball player in our fic . . . well, after all, he did play for the Washington Wizards *grin* . . . . well, it's not really that basketball player . . . but it's still funny.

Classes begin the next day! What is going to happen?!!! WHO IS THE POTIONS MASTER?? OR MISTRESS?? Hm . . . . .

How are they going to deal with being back in time?? And in the Riddle Era??

Hehe . . . . Moldie Voldie!!! *grin*

Sirius is going to have some fun . . . . he just has to convince James first *grin*

That and more in the next chapters to come!!!

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Haha . . . fooled you! *sorry, bit of a Spaceballs poof there* *grin*

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*Love the Marauders 4ever*