"The Many Misadventures of the Young Marauders
Hello, hello. My first adventure into fanfic that I'm actually sort of proud of hugs fic to chest :D
These chapters will be rather short and each a one-shot pretty much, with maybe some refs to other chapters, or a two-shot and such and such.
Enjoy!
"The Many Misadventures of the Young Marauders"
I looked out at what used to be my mother's sparkling bathroom with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I glanced to my side at my partners-in-crime and saw them sitting on the floor, all three wearing identical expressions of shocked disbelief when we heard the alarms for the wards go off...signaling the return of the adults. Everyone present visibly cringed and we trudged out of the bathroom to meet our fate, trailing water and shards of wood in our wake, the sound of the still-running water as our anthem.
It all started when Sirius, Remus, and Peter came over for our play date and the adults went outside to talk. We were sitting at the impeccable dining table when Sirius poked me in the arm three times in quick succession.
"Hey James! You know what would be fun? Do you know? Of course you don't because, I know what we could do! We could start a club. Yeah! Yeah, and Remus and Peter, you can be in it, too!" He said excitedly, hopping out of his chair and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He set his innocent six-year-old face into a pleading pout, willing us to go with his plan.
"But- Sirius, won't Mrs. Potte-," Remus started, a note of caution played in his voice, his eyes downcast.
"Mrs. Potter NEVER gets mad, Remus! Don't be such a worrywart! Come on!" Sirius cut him off and then grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair.
"IT COULD BE IN THE BATHROOM!" was my one brilliant contribution to the "Club" and they rest of the pack heartily agreed that it was the best spot. We grabbed some animal crackers from our aging house elf, Gracey, a ream of paper, four muggle ball point pens, and locked ourselves into the well-organized, scrubbed-clean, bathroom with no idea of the impending doom that awaited us.
Everything was going along impressibly well, until Sirius decided we were in need of a potions project. Choruses of "Great Idea!" rang our around the bathroom and we started out on the unplanned project.
We took some animal crackers, bit off the heads, tossed them into the toilet, and flushed. Unfortunately, the fact that Peter's hand was still in the toilet was sadly disregarded until the small six-year-old began to wail and thrash about the small bathroom. The toilet gurgled unpleasantly and started to spew its innards on the sparkling tiles of the bathroom floor when the light were suddenly extinguished. I could hear Sirius cackling through the chaos and the feeling in the pit of my stomach tripled in intensity, knowing that the worst was yet to come, when I felt something crawl across the palm of my hand.
To say the least, I went ballistic. I let out an ear-piercing shriek and I flailed, hitting the tap and the drain stop in my madness. Remus started pulling on the door knob which had become jammed sometime during our escapade, Peter still thrashing about on the floor while Sirius still cackled on, when we all head a very loud, sickeningly audible, "CRACK."
All the chaos stopped at once as we turned our heads in a would-be-comically slowly manner (had the situation not been so grave), towards the source of the terrible, terrible sound. Remus was sitting on the water-covered floor clutching half of the door knob and a large piece of wood in his small hand. He was staring at the items with a stunned expression on his face and his mouth agape.
"James?" I heard my mother's voice call, and a loud groan sounded in unison throughout the bathroom as we stood with heavy hearts and even heavier minds to go meet what was sure to be a horrible, horrible punishment.