Dear Readers,

It has come to my attention that I suddenly have run out of my little one-shot stories that I had stored up. However I have a lot of stories that are only just started, and I thought that perhaps I could start posting them.

There is one problem however, even I, the great tasty one, knows not where this story is to be going… but I can assure that it will end up somewhere. Let's find out where together, yes?

Now… where to begin? The start! Of course the start! The start of a Marauding adventure…

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'I SOLOMNLY SWEAR THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD.'…

… Wand touched parchment and ink flowed from where the tip had been touched. The word 'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs present the Marauders Map' briefly held in the four bearer's view before the parchment was pulled open by their four pairs of impatient hands.

The Marauders map had many sections, writings, secret flaps, all in accordance with Hogwarts School of Wizardry. These flipped by, almost blurred as practiced hands opened and checked each section fluidly, rhythmically and methodically.

Four boys bent over the map as it unfolded, a sandy blonde, a light brown, and two black heads, although one was scruffy, the other well-groomed.

'Filch is on the second floor.' The scruffy haired boy murmured quietly.

'Mrs. Norris is in the Astrology tower, no doubt caught the whiff of the few couples, uh, "studying" there.' The other black haired boy chuckled, his voice also very low.

'Dumbledore has gone to bed. McGoogles and Sluggy are probably gone too.' The blonde said, pausing in his search.

'Head boy and girl?' The boy with the brown hair spoke, his voice naturally quieter than the others, not needing to whisper.

'Snogging, or something to that effect in the Prefects bathroom.'

Hushed chuckles broke the steady silence.

'We should make a detour…'

'Mr. Padfoot.' The soft-spoken boy warned. 'Stick to the plan.'

'But that is blackmail you simply cannot pass up.' Mr. Padfoot complained.

'Knowing Clair and Gene I'm sure that opportunity will come up again, however we cannot stray from our original plan.'

'You're no fun.'

'Got it!' The scruffy haired boy placed his finger on a pair of footprints on the map as the other three leant over eagerly. 'Fourth floor, west tower.'

'Via the charms corridor?'

'Mr. Padfoot, we're not going to go near Clair and Gene.'

'Well then where to Mr. Moony?' Mr. Padfoot addressed the boy with scorn.

'Shush!' the scruffy haired boy hissed loudly. 'Keep your voices low – Perfect prefect Perkins will hear!' he pointed to the roof.

His statement made them all hesitate.

'Mr. Prongs, I think you're overreacting.'

'Mr. Padfoot, I think you're not taking the right precautions.'

'Mr. Prongs, I've never seen you this uptight before, what's up?'

Mr. Prongs faltered for a moment, glancing uncertainly at the map. 'We're going to cop so much if we get into trouble.'

'And why, Mr Detention record holder, should that bother you?'

Mr. Prongs bit his lip, and glanced warily at Mr. Moony who simply shrugged.

'All for one and one for all?' the sandy haired boy quoted meekly.

Mr. Prongs shoulders sagged slightly before he drew them straight. 'Well, Mr. Wormtail, when you say it like that.'

'It's a simple route,' Mr. Moony said tracing a path across the map. 'The only thing we would be worried about is if someone from Hufflepuff decides to come out for a nighttime walk.'

'Is Sprout…?'

'In bed.' Mr. Prongs confirmed, his moment's hesitation forgotten. 'And our common room is clear sans one person but we've got the cloak and so Miss Eva…' Mr. Prongs stuttered to a halt as he had curiously sought the name belonging to the common room occupant, his eyes wide.

'Well, crap.' Mr. Padfoot voiced what everyone was thinking.

A moments silence passed.

'Well, if we have to do it now, lets go.' Mr. Moony said, his resolve hardening as he stood collecting a cloak about him. 'We'll have to play the start by ear, if Evans wants to be involved…'

'I'll deal with her.' Mr Padfoot said, grinding his teeth. 'It's an opportunity for an equalizer.'

'No.' Mr. Prongs was on his feet, his face flushed. 'You're not going to hurt her.'

Mr. Padfoot rolled his eyes. 'Fine, Prince Charming, go charm your princess, mind she doesn't curse you like last time.'

'That was defense practice.'

'And you hesitated on purpose.'

'Prongs, Padfoot, please.'

Mr. Prongs glared at Padfoot before closing the map and stuffing it in his pocket. He hovered his hand in the space between the four of them. 'Let's do this thing.'

The four of them clasped hands in the middle in a silent agreement.

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What is Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs planning that could get them into a lot of strife?
How does one uh… "deal" with Miss Evans when sneaking out past curfew?
Will they have time to spring Clair and Gene?
Why does TLF have such annoyingly short chapters? ;)
We'll have to find out next time on Curse of the Diamond

Yours Sincerely

Tastes-Like-Fry

PS: I don't own Harry Potter

PPS:LOVE YOU LONG TIME!