The world we change (a Harry Potter fanfic)

Part 18

September 17th 1978

Hermione

"James, would you please pass the salt." I ask quietly as not to disturb the very loud quidditch debate next to me. James nods without turning to me, nor stopping his conversation as he passes me the small salt shaker.

I roll my eyes. "I'm telling you mate Ireland is going all the way this year, I can feel it!" James insists for the fifth time this morning and Sirius scoffs, stabbing his pore potato with his fork. "James you've had a 'feeling' every quidditch season for the past three years and they have yet to win once."

Petigrew laughs. "He's got a point mate." I turn away from the conversation with a scowl, so I don't accidentally ask just how much of a mate James is to him if he plans to murder him in the near future. Harry probably has a similar idea because he and I share a very opinionated look before each going back to our respective breakfast.

I see McGonagle walk over to the Slytherin table—Frank a step behind her—and tap Andromeda on the shoulder before bending a bit to whisper something in her ear. Andromeda nods before giving a head tilt to her peers and getting up to join the professor and head boy.

I watch as she leads them to the front of the room all three going to stand on the teachers platform. She stands in front, his hands clasped in front of her, with the other two standing two steps behind her. She clear her throat. "Attention students!" She claps, and everyone in the room stops what they're doing.

Everyone except the marauders.

"Sirius, I'm telling you, Ireland is going to win this year! I know it!" James yells slamming a hand on the table. "Again, you've 'known it' for years now, and have they even come close? No! Just admit it, I'm right!" Sirius yells standing up, both hands on the table.

Everyone stares at them as they go back and forth—especially McGonagle who stares daggers at them, her hands clasped so tightly together I'm surprised she didn't pop a vein. Not to mention the head boy and girl who snigger behind her. "Sirius—"

James cuts me off. "See! Even Hermione knows that I'm right and she knows nothing about quidditch!" James yells and I sink further into my seat as Harry tries to muffle his laugh under his hand. Sirius jumps to attention sneering. "Exactly! She doesn't know anything about quidditch! If she did she would tell you just how right I am, and how stupid you are—"

"Oh that's it—"

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Black!" Professor McGonagle screams at the two causing Sirius to jump two feet in the air and for James to let out a shrill girly scream. So that's where Harry gets it from.

Professor McGonagle stands furiously, steam practically coming out of her ears. "Now Mr Black, Mr potter, I am aware that the two of you are two self absorbed baffoons 90% of the time, but please perform that 90% on your own time, because some of us have things to do that don't include being tiresomely annoying, self absorbed, small brained, teenagers." She takes a breath. "So, Potter, Black, are you through?"

I practically feel Sirius's mischief as he grins and I'm sure everyone feels it as well. "Well, since you asked—" I don't give him the chance to dig his hole deeper as I silence him wandlessly before pulling him down on the bench to sit beside me, and give James a withering look which has him sitting down immediately.

"Now, that I have everyone's attention—" she glares at Sirius who just gives her a dreamy smile. "—I would like to discuss a formerly discussed topic." Everyone listens intently to the Professor. I took a bite of the eggs that sat on my plate. "Heard Minnie made a very controversial decision today, heard two prefects talking about how they overheard a conversation with McGonagle about head boy and girl but they didn't go too into detail other then that it will cause a lot of controversy so I don't really know what it's about. Asked Frank but he wouldn't spill. Heard anything lils?"