Minister of Magic, Peter Pettigrew
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, The Marauders (except Peter) wouldn't have died. So I think it's safe to say that I don't!
A/N: It's been quite a while since I'd written something outside Dramione. Well, this came from a prompt line ("Peter Pettigrew as Minister of Magic") and I took a liking to it. Cue one-shot.
"You said what?" Sirius asked as his hacking cough ended. "Repeat it again. I swear I heard you wrongly."
"I'm afraid, Padfoot, that you heard right." James shook his head gravely.
"No. No. No! I thought among the four of us, you had the most chance! And me! And Moony! But...but Peter?" Sirius was shaking his head in disbelief. "Holy ugly, wrinkly mother of Slytherin, please tell me it's a mistake."
"Sorry, Sirius, it's true." Remus had now joined in their conversation after staying silent for the most of it.
"But it's impossible! It's ridiculous! Out of the question! Impractical! Un...unfeasible!"
"That's a lot of big words you're using Sirius. What's happening?" Lily asked as she walked into the common room. It was their last day in Hogwarts.
"Peter found a job." The three replied in unison.
"Oh, that's good. Why the negative reactions?"
"You'll never guess what Peter's job is." Sirius said exhaling loudly.
"What? A healer?"
"Nope." Remus had a grin on his face.
"Oh, I know! An auror?"
"Negative." James looked like he was having a hard time trying to stop laughing, but Lily didn't notice.
"Or a... Lord forbid... A professor?"
"NO! It's something bigger..." Sirius looked troubled, "Better... Something more... bizarre."
"Oh come on! Just spit it out already! What job can be so bizarre that you don't believe that Peter would get it? The new Minister of Magic? You three are absurd." She asked, laughing at her joke, knowing that the rest would think it funny too.
A blank stare and two identical suppressed grins met her eyes.
"You are bloody kidding me."
That night when both Lily and Sirius were having troubles sleeping, Remus met James in the common room.
Remus handed James a galleon resignedly, "Always knew we would get Padfoot, he's too easy. But Lils too? That was a lucky shot."
James shrugged as a grin graced his face, "What can I say, Moony?"
Then both their eyes met and the two friends grinned, "Mischief managed."