Chapter One: The Plea
Hi, everyone! This is my first fic, I'm so excited! I actually have a lot going on in real life right now, so I cannot promise scheduled updates. I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself to do this; to open an account and write my own stories. To be honest, I used my busy schedule in real life to serve as a distraction for me! I never realized how difficult it is to write fiction, even if you have the plot in your head! I promise I will update soon though, my own excitement won't let me rest for long!
I am new to writing fanfiction and am still getting a feel for this. So please do review and give me your opinions on my writing. I need all the constructive criticism I can get! However, I am still getting into the whole writing scene, so please, don't flame me! I write for my own pleasure and also because I know the pleasure one gets while reading someone else's stories, not for money or commissions or anything else. So, if you don't like the themes for my stories, please hit the back button and move out before getting traumatised my writing. I will post warnings for every chapter accordingly.
J.K Rowling is a goddess and I can never compare. So, she keeps the characters, the places and her own created world, while I borrow them all every now and then like the pathetic human I am. The plot is all mine though!
Fic warning: male/male romance, mild male/male slash (I probably won't go farther than kissing, new writer remember!), maybe some blood (there's a werewolf guys, what do you expect?), mild teasing? I won't make it like outright bullying, although there will be some past bullying behind the scenes.
Have fun reading!
It was quite a normal evening in the Gryffindor common room. The lions were still riding the high that came with the start of a new year. The couches placed in front of the merrily dancing fireplace were practically crammed with the excitable lions. Raucous laughter could be heard from all the different age groups, boys and girls playing wizarding chess and Exploding Snap and generally putting off their homework to the last possible minute. The third years were playfully hassling each other with the Tickling jinx, and what looked to be contained fireworks were being set off in one corner of the room, a cluster of merrymakers in red and gold watching the display in awe. The firsties were all huddled together in a group near the dorms, exchanging their stories and making plans to explore more of the castle over the next weekend. All in all, nothing out of place in the lion den.
Of course, it could be said that the Gryffindor common room was rowdy on a good day, and such an environment was not very conducive for peaceful reading environment. A quiet kid in the Gryffindor common room was a rare sight indeed; particularly because any leisurely tranquil activity would quickly be stamped out by the naturally boisterous attitude of the lions. Their general sense of fun could be very entertaining, and make up for the lack of an uninterrupted quiet pastime; but it also meant that the Gryffs were quite unbothered by such trivial things as homework and those that gave it even a fleeting thought were quickly swept up in all the more fun activities, like pulling pranks, cursing Slytherins and of course, antagonizing Filch. After all, why would one want to be responsible and miss out on all the joys in life?
The few that were stubborn enough to focus on what it actually meant to be a student, well, let's just say that these kids weren't very…. accustomed to the chaos of their academic home away from home, mainly because they never spent enough time in there to find out. They were quite exasperated with the situation of course, after all who would want to be driven out of their own dorm just to get a moment of peace? It was troublesome to find a good place to study, or to find a lion to make friends with, who wouldn't scoff at your nerdiness or try to change your attitude. They weren't cruel bullies per say, they just couldn't fathom the idea of seriousness in more than small doses. However, all annoyances aside, the Gryffs were a fun batch, all about living in the moment, and they more than proved it with their pranking, joking and laughter.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had seen more than its fair share of mischief over the centuries; rule-breaking and sneaking and fighting and an unbelievable number of pranks, resulting in consequences ranging from turning a teacher's hair pink to covering every student in the school in glitter from head to toe. The infamous prank war between the Gryffindors and Slytherins was truly memorable, in particular the flooding of the Slytherin dormitories (which was a spell gone wrong since the fireworks hidden in the Christmas presents weren't quite meant explode with enough force to shatter the glass wall overlooking the Black Lake, and wasn't that a holiday to remember?). The point being, this sentient magical school has withstood all kinds of trouble from the terrors masquerading as students, okay, and never once has it ever come as close to giving up and just quitting as it has in the past five years. Of course, it'll have to find out how to quit in the first place…. hmm, I wonder if I can find out in the library?
So anyway, you must be wondering what could tear down what is undoubtedly, the strongest, greatest and most powerful, most educative and knowledgeable school in the world, majestic and magical, with the brightest talent being cultivated within its hallowed halls, blessed and envied and oh, getting a little carried away there…. anyway, back to the point. It has weathered fighting and secrecy and suspicion and talks of wars, and those thrice damned muggle riots too, its practically a veteran. So, it is a shame to think that the castle could be practically in danger of collapsing, exploding and a number of dire things that don't bear thinking about, from three teenagers, wouldn't you agree? Yes, that's right, teenagers. Three measly, pale, juvenile, reckless, impulsive, childish, Gryffindor spawn of Hades, causing so much mayhem over five trivial years that the great mighty Hogwarts is considering early retirement just to put itself out of its misery! Oh, the horror!
What have they done; you ask? Well, it must be infinitely easier to list out what they haven't done! And the worst part is, since these sneaky children have the support and entertainment of their fellow students, and the teachers, and even the bloody headmaster! The staff condone it because it's 'all in good spirit' they say, but the castle knows that it is just because they get a kick out of having something fun happening in their boring mundane lives. Surprisingly, even all the houses equally like these wretched brats. The Gryffindors adore them and worship the ground they walk on. The Hufflepuffs admire them and their ability to bring laughter in all situations. The Ravenclaws love to analyze how they get their pranks to work, and respect their ingenuity. And the Slytherins, well the Slytherins generally tolerate them in public, and appreciate them in the privacy of their dorms, for their antics are the source of all the galleons and sickles jingling in their pockets, earned through all kinds of bets. The girls fawn over them, not to mention some of the males, flirting and making fools of themselves trying to get their attention; while the boys love to be seen with them, since being associated with these boys means attracting the attention of the female crowd.
Well, Hogwarts might be at its wit's end regarding these Marauders, figuratively of course, since it doesn't actually have a brain or anything, but an almighty castle isn't going to surrender to three juvenile delinquents, so the school mustn't entertain thoughts of early retirement. Just grin and bear it for the rest of their time here, I suppose. Merlin, two years will never have felt so long! Oh, Lady Magic, if you have any compassion for a sentient structure hosting a horde of adolescents, please, control those young devils! If they can even be controlled…. oh, Merlin and Morgana, Ever-Expanding Flaming Fireworks in my Great Hall, put it out, put it out!