When Black Met Blue (Marauder Fanfic)

chapter 3 *Edited*

The name’s Gurdan,’ Professor Gurdan barked. Orla found his voice far too abrupt for the last lesson on a Friday afternoon. He was short and thickly built with scars covering most of his visible skin. ‘I’m an Auror and have come here because Dumbledore thinks you’re a capable bunch and need to be ready for what’s out there. What I’ll be doing with you this year is like a mimic of the Auror Training Program and I’ll tell you now, it will not be easy. This side of Christmas we’ll be covering some Concealment and Disguise charms, some advanced duelling techniques and also Unforgivables. Is it safe to assume you’ve learnt what they are?’ The class nodded. ‘The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and lastly, the Killing Curse?’ More nods.

He gave the eager looking Slytherins a hard look. ‘I won’t be teaching you to use them so you can wipe those smiles off your faces.’ Bellatrix Black, dark-haired girl with hooded eyes pouted at this news. She was Sirius’ cousin, but the two couldn’t be more different. ‘My job is to teach you how to resist the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse if you’re able.’ He glanced around and then his grizzled brows pulled together. ‘But that’s for next month. For our first few lessons, I’ll be having you show me what you can do. Next week, we’ll deal with magical creatures and then I’ll teach you Patronuses. Today, we’ll start off nice and easy. I want to see how well you duel.’ Orla heard a loud hi-five echo through the room. Although she didn’t turn to find the source, she suspected James and Sirius.

‘Yes, I think that’s one pairing we should avoid,’ the Professor said dryly. Orla laughed contemptuously at Sirius’ disgruntled expression. Gurdan consulted is class list. ‘Right. Bellatrix Black with... Severus Snape. Sirius Black with Evan Rosier.’ Sirius’ face screwed up in dislike as he stalked toward his giant Slytherin duelling partner. ‘Orla Blue – ah, there you are – with Gilderoy Lockhart.’ Orla tried to help from rolling her eyes, she only had been her for a few days and he had quite a reputation. While the Marauders were cute, handsome, fit and rugged all at the same time, Lockhart had that “Prince Charming” look about him, with wavy golden hair, perfectly straight, white teeth and glittery blue eyes. Sadly, any advantage gained by his looks was lost since he was hardly able to hold his wand the right way after six years of magical education.

‘Lucius Malfoy with Remus Lupin. Narcissa Black with Lee Chang, Peter Pettigrew with James Potter. That leaves.... Lily Evans with Andromeda Black.’ Orla saw James wink at the watery-eyed boy and rolled her eyes. ‘Line up, quickly, quickly. Good. Begin!’

Lockhart dropped his wand from the excitement of it all. Orla waited patiently for him to pick it up and began her attack by shooting sparks at him. He jumped back, flinching.

‘Rictumsempra,’ he squeaked. Orla blocked it with a quick Shield Charm and sent more sparks his way, not wanting to do anything that might hurt him. For some reason, Lockhart dropped to the ground and started to giggle. Orla stared at him in disbelief, as did half the class who had stopped to watch. ‘T-that’s quite the Tickling Charm you’ve got there, Blue,’ Lockhart gasped, getting to his feet, ‘although if you held your wand a little higher, it might be more effective.’ Orla gaped at him. She hadn’t cast a Tickling Charm. Was he faking it, or was there something wrong with him? Biting her lip Orla waited for him to get to his feet again.

‘Pete, no! Orla!’ Orla spun at the sound of her name. Her mouth opened in a little “o” shape when she saw the jet of pink light heading straight for her.

‘Protego!” she shouted, as did James, Sirius and Remus. All four Shield Charms were too late. Peter’s spell hit her and sent her toppling into a heap at Sirius’ feet. She stared at his shoes, dazed.

"Peter, what exactly did you cast?’ she heard a voice hiss to the far left.

‘I don’t know!’ Peter whined.

‘Blue, are you all right?’ the teacher asked.

‘Fine,’ Orla said truthfully. A little rattled at being attacked by someone else’s duelling partner, but she wasn’t hurt. A small jet of light hit her foot, transforming it into a a purple daisy. She turned to give Lockhart her most withering glare.

‘I swear it was an accident,’ he squeaked. Dueling resumed around her and she sighed.

‘Need a hand?’ Sirius’ smiling face was looking down at her, his eyes fixed on the hand he was offering her. She was about to tell him to watch his own duel as she didn't want him landing on top of her but then realised his partner was caught in a full body bind, three feet in the air. Her eyes narrowed and she briefly considered telling him she could stand on her own, and exactly where he should put his hand but relented. He was being polite something she may never see again. Sighing, she took his hand and let him help her to her feet. Or... foot. One was a daisy. She glared at the flower in annoyance and tried to wiggle her toes. Nothing. She sighed.

‘Thanks,’ she muttered. She scanned the floor until she found her wand and headed over to get it, only to be yanked backward. She bounced off Sirius’ chest and would have fallen again if it was not for his hand still holding hers. ‘Sirius, let go,’ she told him, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m stuck... I can’t,’ Sirius protested. He lifted his hand, giving it a rough shake. Hers shook with it. She stared horrified and tried again to pull away. Her hand didn’t move. This could not be happening. She could not be stuck to Sirius! ‘Pete!’ Sirius yelped.

‘Is there a problem?’ Gurdan asked coolly.

‘We’re... um... well, stuck, Professor,’ Orla stammered, still staring at their hands.

‘Ah, just as I thought so.’ Lockhart. Orla growled quietly and resisted the urge to hit something. Sirius was nearest to her and read her expression. He took a step away, only to be held in place by their hands. His dark eyebrow drew together and he actually looked quite afraid. ‘Permanent Sticking Charm,’ Lockhart continued brightly. ‘If you’ll allow me, I know the exact countercharm that-’

‘Firstly, the light of a Permanent Sticking Charm is white not pink, Gilderoy,’ Sirius snapped.

‘Secondly, it’s permanent. There is no fucking countercharm!' Orla finished.

Gurdan who had been watching the entire scenario with interest finally spoke, ‘James, Petigrew take, Black, and Blue to the Hospital Wing.’ 

James nodded, summoning his, Sirius’ books and Orla’s wand. Peter picked up Orla’s pile of schoolbooks with one hand knowing Remus would pick up his own.