When Black Met Blue (Marauder Fanfic)

chapter 4 *Edited*

'What exactly have you done, Wormy?’ Sirius growled when they were out in the halls.

Peter, seeming scared of the wrath of the two dark-haired Marauders that were walking next to Orla. She honestly didn’t think he was much safer there. She kept her right hand in her pocket as a precautionary measure.

‘I’m sorry!’ Peter wailed. ‘I was trying to get Bella-’ Sirius grinned at this. ‘-but I missed! I’m not entirely sure what I cast! I was trying to glue her feet to the floor.’

Orla glared down at her hand which was still being held by Sirius’. She groaned, imagining all the questions that would come from this. Sirius had quite a reputation for sleeping around, something she didn’t want to be associated with. Although from hanging around since day one with the Marauders she had gotten the reputation.

‘Permanently?’ Orla asked sharply.

‘No! I wanted her there for a few hours.’

‘So it’ll wear off?’ James asked. He was on Sirius’ other side and kept looking down at their hands with a furrowed brow.

‘It better,’ the shaggy-haired Maraduer snarled. Peter whimpered.

‘Do you want me to fix your foot?’

Orla was hopping along quite awkwardly, too scared to put any weight on her daisy-foot. ‘No. You’ll only make it worse.’

‘I won’t, I promise. I would never hurt you, Orla.’ James said jokingly.

‘No, James. 'Cause Sirius will make some sick joke I know’

‘You can’t hop all the way to the Hospital Wing, Orla,' Sirius said pompously. He had appealed to her logical side and she loathed him for it. 'Besides, if you go down, I’m going down with you, and if by some happy chance I stay on my feet, I’ll have no choice but to drag you there.’

Orla stared at Sirius in horror.

‘Okay!’ Orla yelped. ‘Fine, fix it!’ Though she was friends with the guys she didn't feel like being even more embarrassed in front of them.

James pointed his wand at her foot. He didn’t say anything, so she assumed it was non-verbal. Her foot began to tingle and then the petals of her daisy began to elongate. Seconds later, her foot was no longer a daisy. It was a blue rose.

‘James!’ she shrieked while he tucked his wand back into his pocket. He grinned. Sirius and Peter howled with laughter. Her foot began to tingle again and the petals fell away, revealing her school shoe. She wiggled her toes and felt them move. She sighed in relief and was actually quite awed by the display of such simple but clever magic. She gave James a dirty look anyway. He ignored her.

‘What?’ James murmured, shooting Sirius a questioning look. Sirius whispered something and James flushed.

‘What?’ Orla snapped. Sirius’ face was turning red from trying not to laugh. ‘Sirius!’

Sirius exhaled loudly, snickering. ‘You were just de-flowered by Prongs.’

Peter’s shrill laughter filled the halls. Orla ground her teeth together and was visited by the urge to throw something. Preferably at Sirius for making such a callous comment and at Peter for putting her in this situation in the first place.

But she didn’t. ‘Thank you for that mature comment, Sirius,’ she said scathingly. Seized by a sudden idea she twisted her wrist. Sirius landed on the floor by her feet with a sound of quiet pain; his arm was twisted the wrong way.

‘Orla,’ James said in a dangerous voice. She hadn’t realised he was so close. He grabbed her arm, not roughly, but firmly and moved it into a position that allowed Sirius to stand again.

‘Oww,’ Sirius whimpered. ‘Merlin, Orla!’ James held up a hand, instantly shutting the other Marauder up.

‘I can’t believe you just did that,’ he said quietly, staring at her. He sounded disappointed. 

Orla immediately felt guilty. ‘But he said-’ she began, but he cut her off.

‘I know what he said was tasteless,’ James said coldly. ‘But you could have seriously-’ his eyes flicked to meet Sirius’, ‘-hurt him.’

‘No I couldn’t,’ Orla said without conviction.

James sighed, looking apprehensive. ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ten points from Gryffindor for irresponsible behaviour.’

Orla sarcastically bit her lip, nodding and hung her head, ashamed. James was right. She could have hurt him. But at that moment she was looking at the funny side.

But for effect she walked as far ahead of the three Marauders as was physically possible, but she was still able to hear some of their conversation:

‘You should have seen your face, Sir,’ Peter chuckled.

‘He could have been hurt,’ James said. She could hear the frown in his voice.

‘Thanks for stepping in,’ Sirius muttered. Suddenly in a high-pitched voice Sirius said, ‘You are my knight in shining armour!' Sirius batted his eyelashes. 'My saviour, my prince, my- Oww!’ James had smacked his best friend over the back of the head.

‘Shut up, you prat,’ James laughed. His voice dropped slightly and Orla was struggling to hear. ‘I actually think you deserved it.’ Orla smiled slightly. So James meant what he said, but he wasn’t actually angry with her. She felt a little better.

‘I think the world hates me,’ Sirius mused.

James laughed. ‘Nah. You’re too lovable to hate.’

‘Try telling that to my mother.’

‘I did, remember? Then your dad Crucioed me.’ Orla stifled a laugh, sure this must be some joke between the two of them. “Crucioed” was probably slang for tickled or something. Then she remembered the torture curse was that. She opened her mouth in shock a little 'o' not much like the one she did a few minutes ago.

‘That's right,' Sirius said, grimacing. 'You know what? I've changed my mind.'

'The world doesn't hate you?' James guessed.

'Nope,' Sirius said cheerfully. 'It hates you.'

James made a face and then laughed. 'I can see you've given that some very... serious... thought.'

'Very, very, Sirius thought as the name says,' Sirius said gravely. His lip twitch gave him away.

James laughed again. 'So the world hates me?' he mused and then nodded. 'Yeah, sounds about right.'