Mischief Managed?
A "Next-Generation" Harry Potter FanFiction
Disclaimer- any characters, places, ideas, and other recognized work belong to J.K. Rowling.
Prologue
"James Sirius Potter!" Ginny yelled, "I just got a call from Professor McGonagall."
Uh oh, James thought. It was his first day back home after the school year.
"You failed two exams, and-"
"I know, Mum!" James said.
"Don't talk back to me. You played a prank on the Slytherins, didn't you?" Ginny said.
"Well…"
"Harry!" Ginny called.
"Yes?" Harry Potter entered the room.
"Our son failed his History of Magic and Potions exams. And he… you tell your father, James," Ginny glared.
"Well…" James said again, "Fred, Oliver, and I wanted to end the year in a fun way. So we got the house-elves to put a potion in Malfoy and Parkinson's food, and they…"
"And they what?" Ginny asked angrily.
"They turned pink!" James laughed, "their whole bodies were pink and their hair and clothes, too! Madam Pomfrey couldn't get it off for two days!"
Harry tried not to laugh. "That was very wrong, James. Go to your room."
James, still laughing, ran upstairs.
"Harry?" Ginny said.
"Yeah?"
"What do we do about this?
"Oh, Gin- he's only a fourth-year. Let him have his fun," Harry said.
"Harry you are so oblivious sometimes. His O.W.L.s are next year and he failed two exams! He doesn't stay out of trouble. Minerva says he's in detention almost every week," Ginny complained, shaking her head.
"All right, all right, I'll go talk to him," Harry said, heading upstairs.
"Harry, you are much too easy on him."
Harry sighed, and he entered James' room.
"Mum, I-" James said, "oh, hi Dad!"
"James, sit down," Harry said seriously.
James obeyed.
"Listen, your O.W.L.s are next year, and you need to start acting like an adult. You only have three more years of school and you need to start behaving," Harry said. It was hard for him to reprimand his son for things he always had gotten away with.
"Okay, Dad. I'm sorry," James said.
"You don't mean that," Harry said suspiciously.
"Nope," James agreed, "History of Magic is boring, and I am terrible at Potions. The Slytherins deserve it."
"True, but your mother agrees that we are going to take your broomstick away for a month, and you are going to have tutoring sessions with Aunt Hermione twice a week, all summer."
"Dad-"
"No exceptions. Now tell me, how did the Slytherins' faces look when they turned pink! You really are a Marauder, James. Just like your namesakes."
Chapter 1
The New Marauders
