Forgive me, I was bored, and thus I began to write. And write. And this little story came into being. Enjoy.
A Party in the Gryffindor Common Room
Some Place Where the Dead Work and Play - Well, Play More Than Work
Cedric ducked as a curse shot over his head, aiming for a young woman with red hair.
The dark haired man who sent it also had to duck as his wife retaliated, missing him and hitting her favourite vase.
The bright purple vase of lilies crashed to the ground, making a mess and beginning an argument.
"It's all your fault!"
"My fault? No, it's yours!"
Cedric rolled his eyes and turned the page in his book ('101 Ways to Haunt the Living'). This was getting repetitive.
"It was not my fault, James Potter!"
"Yes it was, dear."
"Was no - "
"Of, for Merlin's sake cut it out!" Cedric exclaimed in exasperation. "I'm the bloody teenager here, and I'm the mature one!"
James and Lily both turned to him, looking sheepish.
"Sorry Cedric," Lily said. "It's just, we've been here for years! There's only so much one can do around this place."
"You are right though, James, it was Lily's fault."
"Cedric! James! When I get my hands on you I'll - "
Cedric and James leaped over the back of the couch that Cedric had been sitting on, ducking behind it just in time to avoid Lily's Leglocker curse.
"Hold it!" a voice yelled.
They all stopped and turned to the newcomer. He'd been hit by James's Jellylegs jinx, and was wobbling his way to the nearest chair.
James blushed and used the counter-curse. "Sorry. I was trying to hit my wife. Who're you?"
The man looked at the three of them in amusement. He was tall, with short blond hair tipped with dark blue. His eyes were a dark blue that matched his tips, and none of them had the slightest clue as to who he was.
"I'm Sylvan. I know, that's no explanation. But see, I'm a vampire, and I'm here to stir up trouble. So, I'm going to bring the three of you back to life!"
They stared at him in shock. "What?" they said blankly.
Sylvan sighed impatiently. "Look, don't ask questions, just enjoy your life, and make trouble." He grinned. "See ya!"
The room spun around them at an increasingly fast rate, and the three of them felt as though they were going to be ill. Fortunately, they stopped spinning before any of them could.
They had arrived back on earth, fully alive, in the middle of a forest.
"Oh no," James muttered.
"What?" Cedric and Lily demanded.
"This is the Forbidden Forest. We're not too far away from Hogwarts." He smirked suddenly. "I think I'll take Sylvan's parting advice to heart. Who else is up for shocking the socks off Hogwarts?"
Voldemort's Evil Lair
Lucius smirked as Voldemort began to laugh evilly. Watching Crabbe and Goyle (senior), Avery, and Marcus Flint dressed in (respectively) pink, yellow, orange and purple tutus and dancing ballet was always good for a laugh.
He picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. Suddenly he felt something small and furry touch his lip.
Slowly lowering the cup, he looked around thoughtfully. No, it wasn't Wormtail. The smelly rat was wearing a cheerleading outfit and standing at Voldemort's side, sniggering over the ballet.
Lucius took a steadying breath and looked down into his cup. A small grey mouse looked back.
He screamed and flung the cup away, and it landed on Flint's head.
Voldemort calmly removed the cup from his minion's head, including the mouse.
He slowly turned and faced the crowd of Death Eaters. "Who threw this and ruined the performance?"
"I apologize, My Lord. There was a mouse in it…" Lucius trailed off, knowing the Dark Lord wouldn't stand for a mouse in his Lair. They scared Lucius.
"Wormtail, you disappoint me," Voldemort told the most irritating of his followers. "I thought you, of all people, would be able to get rid of the annoying mouse from the kitchens."
"Instead," Voldemort continued, "The damn thing ended up in Lucius's cup of tea."
Wormtail began to shudder. Voldemort hated to see anything bad happen to Lucius, as the blond man was his favourite Death Eater. Not necessarily his most loyal (as that title was permanently taken by Bellatrix), but nonetheless his favourite.
"So, My Lord, what are you going to do the snivelling little rat?" asked Avery.
"Well Avery," the Dark Lord answered, "I'm going to let Lucius decide on that. After all, it was his tea that was ruined."
Lucius grinned Evilly and used a spell to transform Wormtail into his rat form. "My Lord, I'm sure you wont mind if I the rat to Malfoy Manor to deal with him? It's just that all his screaming, or squealing, will ruin the performance."
"If that is what you wish to do, Lucius, then please, go ahead. Just make it torture worthy of the Dark Lord's favourite Death Eater."
Lucius picked Wormtail up and turned to go.
"One more thing, Lucius. Could you please nominate someone for me to practice my Tickling Charm on later?"
"Perhaps Parkinson, My Lord. I seem to remember that he turned my pillow into a mouse in our fourth year." He turned to Parkinson. "Sorry Dan, but I never got you back for that."
Lucius turned and left, heading to the designated Apparition point. He could hear the laughter of the Death Eaters as he went, no doubt watching the ballet performance.
Unidentified Hallway in the Hogwarts Dungeons
The blond Slytherin turned around and found himself face to face with Harry. "Hi. What do you want?"
His Gryffindor rival smirked. "We're having a party up in the Common Room. Ravenclaws are invited, no Hufflepuffs allowed. Want to come?"
Draco considered it. "Just me? I dunno, the Gryffindors would eat me alive. Lions do that to snakes."
"You'll have the Ravenclaws to talk to."
"How come no Hufflepuffs are invited?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry gave him an incredulous look. "Are you kidding? There's alcohol, they'd rat us out to the teachers. Plus, have you ever attended one of their parties?"
"No, have you?"
He nodded. "They played pin the tail on the Hippogriff. And this was the seventh year's graduation party we're talking about. Ginny, Seamus, Neville and I left after ten minutes so we didn't fall asleep!"
"Back to the original subject. One Slytherin? Me?"
Harry grinned. "All right Draco, you can invite your housemates. Fifth year and up only, though. We've already kicked the younger Gryffindors and Ravenclaws out, sent them to the Ravenclaw Common Room."
"Anyone else coming?"
"Yep. We've invited a whole heap of people. Are you in?"
"Sure thing. I'll get the Slytherins then. See you in twenty?"
It suddenly occurred to Lucius that he didn't know where to find the man he was looking for. He'd have to ask the one person who would that he could find - Harry Potter.
He Apperated to Hogsmeade, and walked up to the castle. Luckily, he knew where to find the Gryffindor Common Room.
Just outside the entrance, he nearly ran into the sixth year he was there to see.
"Lucius Malfoy. Are you looking for Draco? He's not here yet, but I'm sure if you wait a bit - "
"No, no. Actually Harry, I was here to see you."
"I need to see your godfather about an old friend. Any idea where I can find him?"
"'Old friend'? Are we talking small, twitchy, and flea ridden?"
Lucius winced and pulled said rat out of his pocket. "Fleas? Ugh, now I'll have to get my robes sterilized."
"Sirius is in the Common Room."
"What on earth is he doing in there?" Lucius asked in surprise.
"We're having a party," Harry answered. "Want to join us?"
Lucius gave him a suspicious look. "Any Hufflepuffs?"
"No way. Do I look that stupid?"
"No, you don't. Slytherins?"
"Of course. And Ravenclaws."
"All right then."
Lucius followed Harry into the Common Room, deciding to have some fun that didn't include Crabbe and Goyle in anything less than robes.
Cedric had deserted Lily and James, deciding upon a different course of action. He knocked on the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry opened the door. "Hey Dr - Hold on, you aren't the Slytherins. Hi Cedric. I'd invite you to the party, but no Hufflepuffs allowed."
The blond ex-dead boy blinked. "Um, Harry? You are aware that I'm supposed to be dead, right?"
The Gryffindor nodded. "Yep. Hey, that makes you an ex-Hufflepuff. All right, then, want to join the party?"
"Okay. Maybe someone else will be shocked at my appearance."
"I'm sure of it." Harry frowned suddenly, and passed Cedric a camera. "You go in and take pictures of people fainting and the expressions on everyone else's faces when they see you alive not dead. I've got something to do, but I'll be back before the Slytherins arrive!"
He let Cedric pass him, ignored Colin Creevey's scream, and headed for the staffroom.
Unidentified Hallway Not Too Far From the Great Hall
Lily was looking for James. He'd run off, muttering something about Defence Against the Dark Arts class and Flitwick.
Before she found him, however, she ran into Snape. Literally.
"Ow! Watch where you're go - Oh…Er…" He fainted.
Lily giggled. "He never was one for surprises."
She levitated his body, deciding to leave it somewhere more convenient. Like glued to the ceiling with nothing but Gryffindor boxer shorts on.
"So Headmaster, I heard that the position of DADA professor is open again. Might I ask why?"
"Well Mr Parker, the last man to hold the position found that he was unable to handle the stress of sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherin classes. They have the subject together, and their rivalry is famous."
"I see. Which students are causing the problem?"
"Until they recently formed a friendship, it was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Now it's Ron Weasley and Samuel Avery, as well as Hermione Granger and Millicent Bulstrode. But it's nowhere near as bad, nearly undetectable now. They save it for Potions."
"Do you think you're up to the job?"
"Why don't you head down to the staffroom. Filius Flitwick, our Charms Professor, should be down there now."
"I'll do that. Have a good night, Albus Dumbledore."
"You too, James Potter."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"I'm very good at guessing. Plus, I recognised your voice, and you haven't taken your hood down once."
"Oh. Bye then."
"Good luck when you start teaching."
"Why? I thought you said they weren't as bad?"
"Oh yes, but Harry and Draco have a prank record as nearly as long as yours, and that's only in the past month. You had a year of solo operating."
"Oh. Um. Eeep."
Albus chuckled. "Like I said, good luck. You'll need it."
"I reckon I will."
"One more thing. Don't bother hiding who you are, as long as you tell Harry first so he doesn't die of shock."
Flitwick looked at the new DADA professor incredulously. He had never lost a game of chess in his life, not to the Headmaster, not to McGonagall, and not even to Ron Weasley.
But now he had, and he didn't even know the man's name.
"Ah, but I do love chess," the man said, leaning casually back in his chair.
"Please, tell me your name," Flitwick asked. "I'm not losing to someone I don't know."
He nodded. "Very well, Professor Flitwick. My name is James Potter." He removed his hood, proving this fact.
James sighed. He hated it when people did that! Just because he was dead…
"Oh Jamie!" an irritating voice called. He sighed.
"Yes dear?" he called back.
His wife bounded into the room. "Wher - Oh James! You made Flitwick faint again! Please don't tell me you turned his hair purple!"
"Okay, I wont tell you. And I didn't, anyway. I just took my hood off!"
"Anyone would think you two hated one another," someone commented from the doorway.
They looked up and found themselves looking at a young man of about sixteen, with black hair and green eyes.
"Er, what makes you think we don't?" James asked. Lily was speechless after seeing the resemblance between her husband and this young stranger.
"Because you're married," the teen said in an amused tone.
James opened his mouth, but Lily beat him to it. "Harry?"
The green eyed youth smirked. "The one and only."
Lily stared at her son in shock. "Um, aren't you supposed to be shocked to see us, and cry, and yell out Mum and Dad and get all emotional and stuff?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. I've never had parents suddenly come back to life before."
"Oh. Well, of course you haven't! James and I haven't ever come back to life!"
"Ah, speaking of which; Harry, have you seen Cedric Diggory around here?" James asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, he's in the Gryffindor Common Room." He smirked suddenly. "Say, d'you want to come back with me? I'd like to see Ron and Hermione faint when they see you. And Draco. And everyone. We've got a whole heap of people up there; Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Sirius, Remus, Lucius Malfoy. And Seamus got some alcohol. Up for a party?"
James grinned. "Alcohol? Party? No Hufflepuffs? I'm there!"
"James!" Lily scolded.
"Well, come on then. We don't have all night."
Lily and James followed their son to the Gryffindor Common Room, both knowing that this would be a party like no other.
Now, that wasn't too bad, was it? Tell me your thoughts!