The Characters of Harry Potter belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I do not own them, I just like to mess with them! My first FF so let me know how i do.
AN: This story is a semi-cannon semi- AU version of the Marauders sixth-seventh years.
The first few chapters will catch you up to speed on this version of their world, and it reads a bit like a summary. The story evens out later on, so happy reading!
"JAMES BLOODY Potter! You, you insolent toerag!" the words harshly echoed throughout the great hall. Hundreds of eyes, including one sparkling pair seated at the front, turned to face a furious Lily Potter standing astride her breakfast table. Lily's eyes were wide, changing into a particularly glowing green color. Her crimson hair was windswept and strewn across her face. Her wand was out and slashing the air as she cursed and aimed at the flock of enchanted birds attacking her. There were about twelve of them, flying rapidly around her in circles, sniping at her clothing and hair. With each bite they landed her robes shrunk, turned bright pink and sported lettering claiming "property of James Potter" on the front. One bird landed a mouthful of Lily's arse when her back turned, which successfully shrunk her trousers and turned them a practically-see-through shade of white.
Lily's shout elicited complete silence from the great hall until two raven-haired boy's vivacious laughter exploded from the end of the Gryffindor table. Soon the laughter caught on, erupting from practically every Hogwarts student present on the first morning of the term. The two boys, known as James Potter and Sirius Black, laughed so hard they held onto the table to keep their spasms from tipping them over. Their two friends, Peter and Remus only snickered, trying not to encourage the former two. Next to the boys, sat their newest marauder Elladora Dilonsby. Elladora, or Ella for short, was openly scowling at James and Sirius for pulling yet another stunt on Lily, who happened to be her friend. She shook her head and wondered when the two prats would both realize that embarrassment wasn't the way to ask a girl out.
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Lily suddenly hated James Potter. No, Lily loathed the very thought of the boy. She couldn't believe he'd do this. No wait, she could. But still, HOW COULD HE DO THIS? The boy was an absolute terror. She really shouldn't be surprised though, he had been "asking her out" constantly the past two years. Honestly, just because they only had one blasted term left until their seventh year, didn't mean he'd magically matured. Just as the thought left her mind, a bird swiped at her bag, which transformed into an obnoxious yellow color with pink writing that read "Please, Potter! snog me senseless!" Yep, Lily thought, definitely hasn't matured. With a few more quickly aimed counter-curses, the last of the birds disappeared, Leaving Lily panting astride the table, with a shrunken pink top and extremely inappropriate tight white trousers. Lily knew this moment would set the tone for the rest of the year so instead of cursing at him and walking away, her eyes found his at the end of table and she walked to him, a glare on her face.
Since the beginning of his admission into Hogwarts James Potter and his band of merry men had made it a personal mission to terrorize the population on campus. And ever since Lily had made it her mission to one day flog him senseless for it. It was bad enough when he pulled pranks on his own, such as turning professor Binn's, head of slytherin, hair crimson for the upcoming slytherin-Gryffendor match or the time enchanted candies started a conga line in the great hall, but when those marauder's of his became involved the tricks became bloody inspired. One year, Sirius and James actually managed to bewitch eleven first years into professing their undying devotion to professor Slughorn. Sadly, Slughorn didn't have the mind to realize the girls were being affected until one stared de-robeing. To this day Slughorn is oblivious to the potion, instead blaming the incident on his irresistible charm and devastating looks.
Lily had to admit that her first four years she found their pranks quite funny. Only a git wouldn't realize the marauders were brilliant if not slightly demented. In her third year Lily had even befriended the first year female marauder, Ella, after sitting next to the girl in muggle studies. However, her rosy opinion of the group changed when their ringleader, James, set his sites on her in year four. Since then Potter had made it his personal mission to embarrass Lily in every way possible. The bloke even had the stones to pretend it was all because, "he fancied her endlessly." Since the only words she frequently spoke to him were "arsehole", "prat" and "git," Lily highly doubted that was the case. In reality, she knew, James just liked having a laugh at her expense and used his dating ruse to further humiliate her.
Lily knew this even further to be true because of the reputation Potter held. Half of the girls in the school drooled endlessly over him. And he had already snogged the other half. She heard it all the time, "James Potter is bloody gorgeous." But honestly, Lily failed to see the appeal. Sure, she fancied the way his black hair stuck up in every direction. And his blue eyes and confident smile did occasionally light up a room. And he did fill out that quidditch uniform quite nicely. But bloody gorgeous? Lily thought his genuine disregard for embarrassing people made him about as attractive as a garden gnome.
She shook these thoughts out of her head as she continued to walk down the length of the table until she towered over the marauders. At least, Remus and Peter had the mind to look somewhat mollified. Sirius was too busy pointing and laughing while James now calmly looked up at her with that infuriating smirk on his face. Lily was so furious she saw spots. No thinking, no hesitation, she raised her wand pointed it straight at Potter and thought " Excelsipsempra." Lily watched in a detached sort of way as Potter's eyes widened at the tip of her wand and then ejected out of his seat. As if a rope was pulling him, he soared straight toward the ceiling of the great hall until he planted firmly in a spot of air at the top. The entire hall burst into ferocious laughing while pointing at James, now anchored to the ceiling by the seat of his pants stare down at them. Slightly satisfied, Lily jumped off the table and stormed to the lavatory to fix her robes.