The Stag and the Doe

Chapter Thirty-Two-The Things Unsaid that Matter

Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in this story and this chapter are not of my creation, that’d be cool though wouldn’t it?

Also the song sung off tune later on in the chapter was discovered through the Internet and was written by someone that is not me.

Btw the photo above or to the sides is the sweater Remus wears.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Things Unsaid that Matter

Professor McGonagall was frowning as she walked through the corridors of Hogwarts.

With all of the self-proclaimed ‘marauders’, i.e., Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and their ‘lord of the clan,' James Potter, gone it sure was quiet. Minerva McGonagall could hardly remember a time when she couldn’t see the boys running through the halls with smirks and pockets stuffed to the brim with sweets and merchandise from Zonko’s. Even when they all had been first years they had caused quite an amount of trouble with charmed snowmen that tap-danced through the halls and threw snowballs at the Slytherins and even got Peeves to ‘celebrate’ the Christmas joy with dung bombs in prettily wrapped presents.

And that was considered tame to what they pulled out of their sleeves in the years later.

It was strange. She could picture them now, with ridiculous Santa hats perched lopsided on their heads, racing around Hogwarts with the air of mischief excluding from them. With them not being here, everything was….Calm. The way it should be, she reminded herself. There were no dancing snowmen, exploding gifts, chocolate with a laxative potion inside (which caused all of the bathrooms to filled and clothes that needed to be washed, that was a bad year), and even the enchanted mistletoe the boys had created in their fifth year. She remembered that vividly. If two students were caught under mistletoe, regardless of gender, they had to kiss their way out of a magic force field. The worst part of it all was that it worked not only on students but teachers as well. McGonagall shuddered as she remembered how she had been stuck under mistletoe with professor Slughorn. Never again, she thought. Not only that but the whole plan behind the mistletoe was to get Ms. Evans underneath with Mr. Potter. Which had almost worked if Remus Lupin hadn’t tripped and accidentally took Mr. Potter’s place instead. Which resulted in awkward kiss from Ms. Evans and Mr. Lupin and an eventual chase between Mr. Lupin and Mr. Potter as Mr. Potter fired hexes at his friend. They were called to the office and McGonagall had to hold back chuckles as she saw that both boys had been thoroughly hexed by one another (they both were at the top of their year), and Mr. Lupin with russet colored lips.

Now there was nothing but the sound of the winds swirling outside and tinkle of bells that were hung in the hallways.

McGonagall would never admit this out loud, but she had quite a soft spot for the marauders, no matter how stupid they acted. There was some kind of nobility, a quality of some sort that she had never seen in any other student before that she had seen before. Even Peter Pettigrew held it only with much less grace than the others.

There was Sirius Black with his eccentricities that set himself apart from the rest of the world and especially his family. Though many assumed him to be as cold and harsh as any other member of the Black family, this boy was anything but. Mr. Black may be a troublemaker but even he knew where to draw the line between funny and dangerous. That line may have been muddled at times (such as the time of Severus Snape discovering Lupin’s err, problem) but he was utterly good with a penchant for danger. He was loud, a nuisance, and had flair for passion and the things labeled as perilous. Even if the boy did not know it, Sirius Black was far from bad and was one of the most honorable people she had ever met.