Disclaimer: The characters belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling, NOT ME. I just worship her, them and the universe she has created. I make no profit and I only do this for fun (and because I am experiencing horrible withdrawal-issues!)

Warnings: None, except a LOT of rambling. But hey, that's what you get for writing from a certain person's POV.

Author's Note: I'm working on two stories at the moments, so I'm not sure when this will be updated, but I plan to do it as soon as possible. SIRIUSLY. Please enjoy - and do note that english is not my primary language. Any misspellings or errors are apologized for in advance. Reviews makes me giggly. HAVE FUN.

If James Potter deemed it to be a brilliant idea, then it most likely wasn't.

Ever since their first day at Hogwarts – where James been convinced that using Peter as live bait to attract the Giant Squid would be a perfect way to start ones magical education – the boy had been a catalyzer for trouble and a rather unstable one at that.

True, he was a formidable wizard; this because he was anything but stupid and because he, if he should lack theoretical knowledge or skills, compensated with creativity and freakish determination. He was never one to back down, not even when all the odds were against him – which they were, most of the time – and the harder a task seemed, the greater was his pleasure. James Potter was, to be honest, quite the adrenaline junkie.

Nonetheless, his endeavors often resulted in greatness.

For instance, the idea of becoming animagi had worked out perfectly and even if it couldn't really be classified as a good idea, considering the extreme risks that were taken, it had made the world a slightly better place. At least if you were to ask Sirius (which you should, considering the fact that the plan had only been carried out because James Potter had friends who were almost as mental as he was and who didn't mind having terrible dangers thrown into the mix).

In fact, James Potter's friends were all troublemakers, and proud ones at that. They all had their moments of insanity and neither of them were unaccustomed to devilish ideas. Still, Sirius was pretty sure at least fifty percent of the Marauders' escapades – no wait, sixty sounds more reasonable – was either directly or indirectly the result of James Potter's dubious mind and this had it's disadvantages.

See, even if James' plans were brilliant, they also frequently came with a hatch and the truth was that any so called "brilliant" idea of his was more often than not synonymous with A) severe bodily harm (often in the form of a colorful hex performed by a certain Lily Evans) or public humiliation,
B) hideous side-effects, or C) detention.

Option C was the most common, something which had resulted in more than one occasional trip to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, a lot of charity work around the castle and Sirius was pretty sure he could tell the different kinds of molds growing in Filch's robes from one another with his nose. All in all the Marauders had probably spent more time in detention than in actual classes and from that gained the nickname "The Hogwarts Restoration Squad", given to them by a rather dry-faced Professor McGonagall one evening she had passed them in the Great Hall polishing silverware.

(Sirius wasn't particularly fond of silverware, by the way. Firstly because the stuff was practically acid to another best mate of his, Remus Lupin, (him being a werewolf and whatnot), and secondly because it reminded him of his Mother, whom he'd rather not think about unless he got a hard-on in class and wanted it to go away. Fortunately, polishing silverware at Hogwarts wasn't as bad as it could have been, seeing as Remus – whenever they were called upon to do so – was mysteriously presented with a pair of magical gloves; gloves looking suspiciously like the ones Dumbledore used to wear at the Annual Pumpkin Feast where the headmaster himself split the first pumpkin. Peter even claimed they smelled like pumpkin juice, something which made it a fact, seeing as one did not quarrel with the nose of Peter Pettigrew.)

Anyways, back to James Potter and his mischievous ways. (They are, after all, the entire basis for this story.)

As stated, Sirius Black, commonly known as Padfoot, eldest son of Orion and Walburga of the ancient, most noble House Black, self-proclaimed world-champion in whatever-there-is-to-be-champion-in, and well-known prankster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was normally delighted with anything James had to present and would always be the first to rate the idea as superb. Sirius had always been a supporter of James Potter and his creative mind – partly because he was an incorrigible rebel and partly due to the fact that it was his duty as best mate – and to this date he still hadn't passed up on the opportunity to join James in his craze.

He and James were often accused of sharing a brain and Remus used to say that it was rather creepy really, how they managed to finish each other's sentences when "the sentences doesn't even make sense half of the time" and that if an idea for a prank made them both forget about insulting Snivellus at breakfast, then the idea was probably madness. In these situations, Sirius would place his arm around the werewolf's shoulder, flutter his lashes in an obscene way and ask him in a whiny voice why he didn't love him anymore, to which Remus would reply with a snort that both Sirius and James were complete wankers, much to James' dismay. ("Hey, what did I do?!")

In reality though, Remus was probably right pairing them together like that, because as far as Sirius was concerned, he and James did share a brain. In fact, their morphed minds were the best thing that had happened since the creation of butterbeer and was destined to save the world at some point. Therefore, making sure the connection wasn't broken was highly important, as the entire universe (unknowingly or not) depended on it.
Remus could say what he wanted, but would sooner or later have to bite the dust, seeing as the day would come where he too would be in severe need of James Potter, Sirius Black and their insane ideas, the traitor. Besides, if you were to ask Sirius again, which you should, again, he would probably say that any idea of James was an idea of his, simply because nothing too bad could come of it. That's how it had always been and how it would always be.

This, however, is the story of that one time when James Potter came up with an idea that wasn't only bad, but had side-effects of the kind that would affect the lives of Sirius Black and a certain "traitor" forever. It all started with a game.

"Oi, Padfoot! Would you rather willingly catch fire in the Great Hall, or ask McGonagall to attend the yule-ball with you?"

It had seemed an easy choice; answering a seemingly harmless, (albeit terribly interesting) question, but at that point Sirius had underestimated the power of The Game.

The next day he was transfigured into a chandelier at dinner.

A/N: Hopefully, you all noticed the "traitor" here is Remus, not the TRAITOR. Haha. Just felt like I needed to point that out.