The Good 'New' Days By Rosie
This fiction follows directly on from the chapter in 'The Order of the Phoenix' entitled Snape's Worst Memory. James is, from this point on, a 16 year old with his 3 best friends, Peter, Remus and Sirius. More fights, fun and action follow as the story continues from that day Harry witnessed his father tormenting Snape. What happened after that line "who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" Read on!
Chapter One: By The Lake
"You make me SICK!"
"Evans!" James shouted after her. "Hey! Evans!"
But she didn't look back.
"What is it with her?" asked James, trying, and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him.
"Reading between the lines, mate, I'd say she thinks you're a bit conceited," said Sirius.
"Right," said James, who looked furious now. "Right - "
There was another flash and Snape was once again hanging upside-down in the air.
"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?"
There was a roar of approval from the crowd, apparently gleefully entertained by the antics performed by James on these regular, ritualistic occasions. Snape's expression was one of purest loathing as he hung upside-down, all dignity forgotten as his pallid, skinny legs reflected the sunlight and he struggled to pull his robes over his underpants, reclaiming the last shreds of his dignity.
James turned his head casually to see if Lily was still watching him, but her back was firmly against him as she stalked up into the castle with her friends.
Sirius was roaring with laughter, rolling around on the floor, Wormtail was wheezing with delight and Lupin, obviously trying to concentrate on his Transfiguration textbook, was trying with all his might to keep a straight face but his lips were twitching.
Snape was panting, the blood rushing to his head, trying to speak. "P . . . Potter, I'm going . . . kill you . . . you bast . . ."
"Now, now, Snivellus, this is what you get for disrespecting the nice-looking young lady."
"A very nice looking young lady," echoed Sirius.
Snape swore loudly. James let the tirade pass and spoke again.
"Now, what we have to establish here, Snivelly, is a promise to never call Evans that . . . that foul name again. Do we agree on something?"
Snape muttered something intelligible, which James took as a yes. With a casual flick of his wand, Snape dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap.
There was a chorus of disappointed groans from the crowd, who clearly wanted to see an embarrassed Snape left in his Birthday Suit. But an invisible, almost dangerous taboo surrounded Snape for a second. James caught eye contact and received a look of deep hatred, which stayed with him for a while afterwards. James had always known that there was mutual dislike between his friends and Snape, but in that moment it had extended to loathing. Snape writhed in a tangled mess on the floor, grappling for his wand, which had since fallen.
Sirius managed to momentarily control his laughter to splutter, "Oh, come on, Prongs! You can't leave it there! Let's steal his shoes!"
"No it's OK, I think we understand each other . . . today," said James. He turned and looked the other way for a second, obviously contemplating something. "Well . . . I mean, I suppose I could make the message a little clearer . . ."
"Come on, Prongs," said Lupin with a slight bite in his voice. "That's enough now. Don't aggravate him too much."
"Oh, dear Moony," said James in a motherly tone. "I wasn't going to anyway. I know when to stop."
Sirius laughed. "It's good one of us does."
Wormtail walked hurriedly away with them, slightly lagging behind. He turned behind a pointed to Snape. "Yeah!" he shouted, clearly enjoying the fact that his friends were all obviously respected, popular people who he could hide behind when he called out insults.
"You just wait, Snape! We'll kick your a. . . ."
"Now, Wormtail. There is taunting, and there is just plain crudeness."
With a smirk that creased his mouth, he turned and walked away with his friends.