Hi, this is my first typed up Harry Potter fic. This will be the basis for my other Harry Potter fics. Please Review!

Chapter One: Lily Gets Caught Red-Handed With Dungbombs

The Marauders were creeping down the corridor. They were intent on the task at hand: pranking a certain bat-like, greasy-haired Slytherin in retaliation for calling Lily Evans a Mudblood. They had been planning this prank for weeks, only to put it off for a few more days as they'd seen Snape use the M-word on a Muggleborn Hufflepuff in second year. After that incident, they decided that their current plan wasn't sufficiently punishing. Even Moony was in total agreement.

So, it was to their collective dismay, when they found Lily Evans going along the very same corridor. The Marauders had lost track of the amount of times Evans had come along at exactly the right time to ruin a perfectly good prank. They froze, fully expecting to get a detention, but before she could speak, Prongs noticed something.

"Evans," he asked incredulously, "are those Dungbombs?!"

"Oh, well I-"

"Merlin Prongs, I think they are!" exclaimed Padfoot.

Evans sighed. "I suppose you lot are off to prank some Slytherins?" The boys exchanged glances. Lily sighed and facepalmed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she mumbled into her hand. With a groan, she lifted her head. "Well, since we seem to have the same goal, and despite the fact that I don't particularly like three quarters of you everyone knows how well you can prank, even though it can't really be proven...well...I thought...I suppose it would make since to...Oh, I really can't believe I'm doing this...we could work together?" she asked.

Four jaws dropped in perfect unison. "Huh?"

"I was thinking that, perhaps all of us would benefit from working together to prank the Slytherins." Evans declared.

"Not that I'm not thrilled that you've discovered a trouble-making side to you Evans," James said," but, er, are you feeling alright?"

"I'm feeling perfectly fine, Potter," Lily said in a clipped tone, "not that it's any of your business," she added in an undertone.

Four sets of eyebrows were raised.

"What," she demanded.

The four sets of eyebrows rose higher. Evans gave an annoyed huff.

"Oh, alright," her chin rose in the air. "I am thoroughly sick and tired of those, those bigoted gits parading around the school calling all of us Muggleborns, Mudbloods. So I've decided to do something about it.," she sighed. "I must admit that this has been coming for a while. The incident with Sev-Snape, was the last straw, and you lot aren't the only ones who saw him call that poor girl Mudblood."

James interrupted her. "Evans, listen, about the incident with Sniv-Snape, I'm sorry I didn't mean for him to- I know it's my fau-"

Evans cut him off. "I may not like you Potter, but not so much that I can delude myself into thinking that it was entirely your fault. While you certainly shouldn't have done what you did, I know that it was only a matter of time before something similar happened. If he was willing to call me that at all, then I sh-shouldn't be friends with him.

"Anyway, that is not the point. The point is is that I've decided to have a little payback." This was said with a smirk, and the Marauders couldn't help but respond to it with smirks of their own. Prongs was feeling a distinct sense of relief that Lily didn't blame him for what Snivellous had said. Padfoot, while James was musing, slung his arm around Lily's shoulder.

"Well," he said cheerfully to break the semi-awkward silence, "I'm all for it! Guys?"

Remus, Peter, and James who'd stopped musing, nodded eagerly, though Remus had adopted a thoughtful expression.

"So, you're pranking the Slytherins to get at the people who are calling Muggleborns like you and that Hufflepuff, Mudbloods, right?"

"Yeees?" Lily answered looking a little confused, "that's the general idea, why?"

"Well," Remus began speculatively, "If we just prank a load of Slytherins, it doesn't really get the whole point behind it across, does it?"

Lily frowned. "No, now that I think about it, it doesn't really, not past my own satisfaction at least. Do you have an alternative solution, Remus?" Remus was the only one of the marauders that was on first name terms with Lily.

"Um, yes actually. I was thinking-"

"Always a dangerous pastime," Peter interjected. Remus glared at him.

"As I was saying," he continued," I was thinking that if the five of us compiled a list of all the people we'd heard call a Muggleborn 'Mudblood'..."

"And just pranked them," Sirius said catching on, "And it wouldn't necessarily just be Slytherins," he added as an afterthought."

"Yeah,"James agreed, "I'm pretty sure that I've heard McLaggen say it at least once, the git."

Lily was nodding along thinking the suggestion over until she hit a snag. "But how will we make it clear, why they're being pranked," she wanted to know. "If we don't tell them somehow, it will just look like a bunch of random people got pranked."

They all frowned for a moment, then James came up with a solution. "We could do a Marauder message! You know, like we did at Christmas!"

"That could work, definitely," Sirius agreed, nodding. Remus nodded along with the rest of them, but them he found a problem.

"How will we give Lily credit," he asked, "I don't want to give her none, but we can't exactly go 'Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to thank Lily Evans for her assistance; she'd get detention!"

"True."

"We could give her a Marauder name," Peter piped up, and when the others looked at him like he was nuts, he elaborated, "I don't mean like a full time Marauder. She could be a, a guest Marauder! Just this once, so we can give her credit but not detention!"

The others exchanged glances. "You know, Pete," James exclaimed, "that's actually a great idea!" he turned to Lily. "What do you want your Marauder name to be, Evans?"

"Well, what are yours based off of?"

"Our Patronuses!" Remus practically shouted," they come from our Patronuses , with the exception of me, because, well you know."

"Right," Lily said after giving him a weird look, "Expecto Patronum!" A silver fox burst out of her wand.

"Vixen?" suggested Peter. The others gave him incredulous looks. "I guess not then," he mumbled.

"Crimson?" asked Remus. Lily thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Er, what about Scarlet?" was James's contribution.

Lily tilted her head. "No, not quite."

Sirius, who up until now had been uncharacteristically quiet, now spoke up. "What about Plume? Like the fox's tail, or a plume of fire, like her hair color."

Lily stared at him in surprise, turning the name over in her head. Plume. You know, she actually like the sound of that. "Plume..." she said out loud, "you know, Black, I actually like that. Plume it is then."

"Great!" James said, rubbing his hands together with a smirk, "Let's get cracking."

There, we go. One full chapter of Harry Potter fanfiction, all typed up. You know, spell check is a funny thing. Apparently in my nonfiction, the Slithery, and others like them, are getting either ranked, planked or pranced for calling Muggles, like the Shuffle, Bloodhound, by Prongs, Plume, Loony, Tailor, and Footpath, whose names are based of their Patron uses, which are summoned by the incantation, Expect Patron. McLaggen is apparently Collagen.