Harry Potter One Shots

According to Plan - Sirius Black

Sirius Black had all the girls wrapped around his finger. As Hogwarts' own playboy, I couldn't pass him in the halls without an entourage of whispering and giggling girls surrounding him, only wishing for him to share a passing glance with them. Of course, Sirius would only ever pay mind to the crowd when he grew tired of his previous target and his attention would drift from one girl to the next.

When one of his mindless subjects weren't captivating his attention, Black could only be bothered by any of the other three Marauders, whom he was constantly trapped in the middle of. As I, myself couldn't care less for the Gryffindor's antics, I would typically find myself gravitating away from the four troublemakers. It's safe to say whenever they were together, they were up to no good. No good, involving school-wide pranks and hexing those who so much as shot them a dirty glance.

And though on most occasions I managed to avoid them, somehow their mischief had found me in the hallways as I was on my way to Charms.

"Whatsamatter, Snivellus? Something got your tongue?" Black called and three of the four boys laughed together, sparks flying from the tips of their wands, which were all directed towards the poor sixth year, Severus Snape. Snape's tongue had grown nearly ten times in length and stuck out of his mouth in response to the hexes.

"He's obviously tongue-tied!" Potter roared with laughter, swaying his wand, causing Snape's tongue to tie itself into a knot. Snale attempted to cast hexes their way, but with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, he could only get so far as to spit and grunt out his words. No matter how well the boy had prepared in non-verbal magic, he couldn't seem to keep up with Black, Potter, and Pettigrew. Though honestly, 3 against 1 was pitiful (despite the fact the Pettigrew simply sat on the floor, pointing his stubby finger and laughed).

When they had seemed to grow tired of laughing at the poor Slytherin, Black spoke up, wiping away his tears. "You know, Prongs, I'd say he's just about had enough, wouldn't you agree?" A devilish smirk tugged at his lips. Potter mirrored the expression and gave an eager nod.

"What do you say we send him off to class?" Potter replied with narrowed eyes. The two boys held in their laughter, exchanging a mischievous look. When they turned back to where Snape had been, they caught him running off, trying to escape their enchantments.

"Where you going, Snivellus?" Potter called as he and Black began firing hexes at him, missing him each time.

"Running away, are you?" Black called.

I hardly had a moment to react before Snape's path led directly behind me. My gaze followed him, but instantly shot back to find two wands pointed towards me in attempts to catch the runaway Slytherin. A single syllable escaped my lips before red sparks shot out of Black's wand and I was suddenly lifted and thrown across the hall. A wall broke my distance and sent me falling to the ground.

I groaned, lifting my hand to my head as I tried to think clearly through the sudden jolt of pain that was beating at my head; and everywhere else for that matter. I couldn't even find time to help myself up before the two boys rushed to my side, Lupin and Pettigrew following closely behind. When my vision finally cleared and I recognized the two, my expression faltered to a grimace.

"My bad." Was all Black said, innocently sharing a look with Potter before returning his eyes to me. "Hit your head pretty rough, did you?" My eyes narrowed on him, noticing his hand reaching towards me in an offer to help me up. Instead of accepting the gesture, I scowled and forced myself to stand, ignoring his hand. He pulled it back with a shrug and brushed it through his messy hair. I swear I heard a crowd of girls giggling amongst each other in response to the gesture.

"Great gits." I mumbled, stepping past the two and searching the hall for my bag, which must have slipped off my shoulders as I was flung through the air. Black shared a confused look with Potter and dropped into step beside me, holding out my bag.