Ash (A Marauder Era HP Fan Fiction)

Amongst Drinks and Subtle Things

That evening was amazing.

I'd been trying to figure out how they'd not get noticed all day. I found out as we walked through a secret passage way. I watched as the boys (except for Remus for some reason) turned into animals. James was a stag. Peter was a rat. Sirius was a black, shaggy dog. Being a dog sweetened his disposition. Remus and I hid underneath a cloak. I felt silly and thought people were going to see us. But we were undetected.

I temporarily forgot that I hated magic when I walked into the sweet shop, Honeydukes. I must have spent so much time in there because Sirius was the only one left. We laughed and walked to Hogsmeade where the barmaid served us my new favourite drink which was called a butterbeer. I tried the firewhiskey too and soon found myself as well as the boys slightly tipsy. So we went along and found another bar, The Hog's Head, where we got even more drunk. Remus was the sensible one and didn't drink. He just followed and cleaned up our mess.

The five of us went off to see a creepy old house called the Shrieking Shack.

"I dare you to go closer," I said to James.

James scoffed and walked a part of the pathway, turning back and poking his tongue out.

I smirked, cuddling up to Sirius' arm. "I bet you can't go and touch the wall then."

"Uh, Ash?" Sirius asked as James went off to do my dare.

"Yeah?" I asked, snuggling in.

"What are you doing?"

"You're warm... and I'm stopping myself from falling over..." I told him.

Sirius sighed and stroked my head, shrugging at Remus and Peter's looks. "What can I say?" he asked them. "I'm irresistible."

I frowned and let him go. "I thought your name was Sirius," I pouted.

"Did it!" James yelled over.

"Not yet," I called back, giggling.

"What?" James shouted back.

"I think she's had enough," Remus said, approaching me and reaching for a bottle of butterbeer I was cradling.

"Don't touch me," I said smiling. I decided to adopt a Scottish or Irish accent for some odd reason. God knows why. "I'll play knot tying with your innards."

"Pleasant," Remus sighed and backed off. He then started to run at me. I yelped and ran down the pathway toward the Shack.

"Remus!" Sirius scolded and ran after me.

I passed the returning James and not only threw myself at the house but managed to get inside and lock the door. I sighed and settled by the door, listening as the door handle rattled.

"Ash!" Sirius' voice called from beyond the door.

"Ash isn't home right now," I giggled.

"What does that mean?" Sirius asked, confused.

"Shh," I whispered and put a finger on the door to quieten it down.

"Sirius. Just use alohomora," Remus' voice came.

"Hold on. Apparently, she isn't home," said the drunk Sirius. "We'll have to wait."

I giggled and drank some more.

"Oh, give over," Remus said. "Alohomora."

The door clicked and I squealed when I saw the four figures beyond the doorway. I scrabbled up the wooden stairs and ran to a door. I opened it and walked in. I looked around and saw a piano. "Oh... Have I walked into a horror film?"