"So where should I start with my story hm?"
Eleanor kept her foot down on James' head of who she had just pinned down a few minutes earlier. James tried to move but was bound by the spell of Stupefy just like Sirius who was lying a couple of meters away.
Because nobody had the ability to answer at that moment in time, she launched headfirst into her story.
"I won't bore you with the basics of my hatred towards Belle but instead shall start when I decided on my little plan. So, as usual, I was sitting in class doing nothing. Flipping through my potions textbook, I remembered my fool of a mother..."
James gave a low groan which Sirius responded too. Eleanor kicked James and pressed down harder.
"...packing some polyjuice potion into my suitcase. I know, polyjuice potion? Haha such a generous gift." Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the door to the toilets flew off its hinges and was thrown to the opposite wall.
Eleanor gave a shriek as she ducked down, the door centimeters from her head.
"No need to be sarcastic dear."
Eleanor faltered as she straightened up. Her foot lifted slightly of James without herself knowing. James turned his head slightly towards Sirius. Sirius indicated to the door which Eleanor was now facing.
"Better put down the stick. Your outnumbered." There in the doorway was a figure; two of them actually. Eleanor gripped her wand tightly. It was Remus who had said that and she knew that someone was with him before he even mentioned it.
"Save it Remus, leave this trash to me. So where is my sister?!" Cyan stepped forward and held up her wand towards Eleanor but slowly she brought it back down again.
"E-Eleanor?" Cyan stopped and her wand started to shake.
"Uh, do I know you?" Eleanor managed to gain her acid tongue back after the shock from the flying door.
"No...of course not. Um, so where is my sister?" This time Cyan said it, it was less demanding and just made her sound curious. Eleanor laughed and brought up her fingers to display an 'L'.
"Like i'm gonna tell you loser."
"Well, we did give you a choice..." Remus stepped forward and flicked his wand into the air, catching it with the same hand.
"Petroficus totalus!"
Immediately, Eleanor's arms snapped to her side and she fell down like a plank.
"Now you have no choice but to tell us."
"I won't say anything! I'll just keep yelling until some teacher comes along and put you in hell!"
"That wont be necessarily." Remus said in a sing-song voice.
"Because?"
"Because? Well I can list numerous reasons,"
"One!" Squeaked Cyan.
"We can shut you up the second you start shouting."
"Two!"
"We do have the upper hand in duelling"
"Three!"
"Shut up! I get the point!" Eleanor sneered. "However if you do make me loose my voice somehow, then I cant tell you where Belle is."
"Well we will get you to do sign language."
"Your unbelievably stupid."
Remus snorted at this remark. "And you're not? What...what was that?" He stopped suddenly and looked back at Cyan then at Sirius and James. They looked back confusedly, obviously they had not heard the noise.
Bang!
That time everyone noticed.
"Belle?!" Cyan ran towards the noise and started pounding on the walls. "Belle? Belle!"
"Tell us Eleanor!" Remus tightened his grip on the wand.
"No!"
"Stupefy!"
Eleanr couldn't talk now and did her best to yell numbly.
Remus looked at the walls where the noise had come from. "Search. I'll help these guys."
Cyan was already ahead of him though. She was knocking on the walls, shouting, screaming at one point, and finally there was an answer.
"Belle!"
"It might not be..."
"Belle!" Choosing to ignore Remus, Cyan continued to search helplessly.
"Erm, Cyan...you are just wasting breath..."
"Git! Shut up! The least you could do it help!"
Remus was taken aback. "Sorry miss." Cyan stuck her tongue out at him then pointed over to a section of the wall. "Search there."
So that's how the search continued. For a while.
Until there was a groan.
*******
Belle was sitting slumped against a wall and tried her best to pound the wall with numb fists. She wasn't quite sure just what the Slytherin girl did to her but it she had her hunches. As usual.
There was a lot of time to sort out her thoughts in the dark room so that's what she did.
Why was it that first year all the way through to 4th year was simple? Probably because she never met the marauders. Now they seemed to care a big deal about her.
When she used her head to head-butt the wall, she made each one for a person or thing she has always hated.
Eleanor.
That Slytherin girl.
Tests.
Mushrooms.
Dogs (not hate, she's just not a dog person).
After that, and some repeating, she had a nice headache to try rest with. No use.
"Belle?!" It was a voice she recognised. Belle straightened up immediately. Cyan. She took up the head-butting again vigorously. She even tried to say something but her mouth still felt lifeless so nothing came out.
Thankfully, Cyan could hear her thumps."Belle? Can you talk?"
Another round of head thumping.
"No? Okay, keep doing...what you are doing!" Cyan pressed herself up against the wall. Remus scratched his head as she slid sideways. "I'm not doing that..." He muttered shaking his head.
"Belle!" Cyan gave a sudden stop and punched the wall with her fist.
"Is she in there?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
"Remus! Stop being blegh!"
"So your sure?"
"YES!"
Remus held up his hands in surrender (and partly in defence from Cyan's flying temper). Cyan held her wand right up to the wall and opened her mouth to say a spell of destruction but Remus grabbed her and pulled her back.
"No way its too risky! That could bring the roof done or hit Belle!"
Cyan stopped and considered the options.
"Well, I think there are only 3 options."
"Which are?" Prompted Remus.
"One, we leave her in there,"
Remus shook his head. "Well that's going to work."
"Two, we tell a teacher."
"Not what a marauder does."
"You and that 'marauder' word again, well the last option..."
"Yes?"
Cyan smiled. "We bring this wall down."
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The Four Marauders
ФанфикThings never settle for anyone, especially if they are a wizard. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all come back to Hogwarts, a school unlike any others, for their fifth year. But of course, none of their previous years would measure up to the fifth. N...