Hello guys! I've been writing an OC Story for a while now, so we should make things clear for starters. Maddy E. is, of course, my main OC, and is a Marauder Jr. Me and my friends say that a group of girls heard about James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter, so they decided to make their own maraudership. This is set in James Potter the 2nd and Albus Potter's generation, pray tell the 3rd Generation. Rate and Review, I'm still new. (I'm a Poet and I didn't even know it). Maddy's Animagus is a Cougar. Emma's is a tabby cat. Grace's is a rabbit. Mary's is a wolf. And, eventually will become the following ships, Ocs for Maddy, Em, Gracie and Mary.

One sided loves:

Albus/Maddy, Hugo/Maddy, Slughorn/Maddy

Two sided loves:

Sirius/Maddy, James/Maddy, Matt Rosier/Maddy, Ian Redwood/Maddy, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Neville/Luna, Minerva/Albus Dumbles

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my own characters, nor Harry Potter. If I did, Lily and James would not be dead and Albus Dumbles would be alive.~

Also, I have no editor/reviser. Excuse mistakes.


I stare blankly at the piece of parchment resting in front of me. Second thoughts spin through my mind, my Raven-Feather quill softly dropping back onto the Oak table. The parchment had yet to be scratched, no indentations of ink splotched the page. It was perfect sketching parchment, clear and fresh. I shake my head, my hand seeming to move at its own accord. It snatched the quill and I hardly comprehended the drip sound of quill-to-ink contact. Slowly, but finally, I regain focus, propping my leatherbound potions book up on another idle stack of books. My hand slides to the top left corner of the parchment.

I only hesitate for a single moment. I write one word at the top. One name. I stare vaguely at the letters forming my name, feeling a soft click echo inside my mind. Padfoot was softly scribbled in a neat cursive. My 'Marauder's Signing' instincts kick in and I find myself drawing a small pawprint beside the letters. I finally come back to my senses, turning around sharply. "Hullo, Gracie." I say to my best friend. Grace Reynolds' pouty face was right in front of mine. "Damn it, Maddy, you and your stupid 'cat' senses. You and Emma both have them, its so unfair." And she does something she'll regret terribly.

She slams her bag on the table, causing a loud cracking echo, one resembling apparation, to disrupt the library's peace. My hand flies to my wand, and I shoot a few hexes at Grace. I don't really know what I say, but I think I use Petrifus Totalus and Aspendendo, the body-locking curse and the knock-out curse. Aspendendo was a spell I created, a gentler way of Stupefy that entices the target with gentle dreams, not getting exactly knocked out.

I feel something brush my leg and I look down to see little Tabby, her gentle blue eyes staring up at me. I pick her up and put her on the chair, smirking as a disheveled Emma Parker appears abruptly beside me. "Greetings, Emma." I smirk, taking the invisibility cloak and updated Marauder's map from her. "Potions? Slughorn at it again?" She asked, frowning. I just laugh. "Yeah, but Professor Ron said I could have this..." I pull out Most Potente Potions, a smirk on my face. "He started laughing when I got it and started muttering about Locked hearts, I swear, gingers are bloody mental. Professor Potter about blew up Annabeth Finnigan, gave the poor girl a heart attack when the Bat Boogey hex was like 3 centimeters from her face. Professor Longbottom was freaking in Divination today..." (You guys don't know anything about this, so I'll fill you in. List below)


Professor Slughorn: The Original Slughorn, Potions Master and head of Slytherin

Professor Ron: Assistant Potions Master, Original Ronald Weasley

Professor Potter: Ginny Weasley Potter, Charms instructor

Professor Weasley: Hermione Granger Weasley, Transfiguration

Professor Harry: Harry Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts

Professor Longbottom: Luna Lovegood Longbottom, Divination

Professor Neville: Neville Longbottom, Herbology

Headmistress Mcgonagall: The Original Mcgonagall, Headmistress

Professor Binns: The Original Binns, History of Magic

Professor Malfoy: Draco Malfoy, Quittich Instructor

Madame Chang: Cho Chang, Assistant Nurse

Professor Black: Sirius Black (Random Revive), Caretaker and Assistant Defense, also Deputy Headmaster

Madame Pomfrey: The Original Pomfrey, Nurse

Madame Pince: The Original Pince, Librarian

(PROCEEEED)


"Because Professor Neville broke his arm."

Emma raised an eyebrow at me, which I returned. "Have you ever wondered why Prof.'s Neville, Harry, and Ron decided to use their first names?" I have to face-palm, and I explain. "One, they would feel like complete teachers, Two, their spouses have the same last name, and three, they have awesome british names, don't cha' think?"

"Oh. Right. Why are we talking? Shouldn't we be studying?"

I scoff, shrugging. "I'm called 'Princess of Potions', Em, keep up. I could answer that Quittich practice got in the way. He'd believe me if I put a few cuts on my face." Emma makes a face. "Wouldn't that be in the 'cutting yourself' category, Pads?" She asks wearily. My face screws up as well. "Nah. People cut their wrists, I doubt it would count. I could always get injured," I grin, "Slughorn 'd have a fit. That'd get me out of it." Emma just shakes her head. "You, Madison Elizabeth Evans, should be ashamed of yourself." I just keep the obnoxious smirk on my face. "Want me to tell you more about what I heard?" I ask her, remembering all the rumors. Emma points meaningfully at Grace. "Undo Snuffles first," came the command. I roll my eyes but mutter the counter-jinx and hex, relieving Grace from her discomfort, though, she was probably dreaming of Alexander Wood, the Quittich Captain. Or maybe Carson McLaggen, though who would want to be with McLaggen, I would be clueless. As, quote on quote, cute, as Carson can be, he's a damn clueless git. Also rather annoying. Better choices would possibly be the Potter boys, Albus and James, or perhaps maybe Mathias Longbottom, or Matt Rosier. Rosier was odd, but he was bloody brilliant at potions. I notice Emma is talking so I zone back in. "Sooo? Whats the news, birdie?," she pretend chirps. "I think we need Mikey for that one." I say hastily, before launching tactfully into my story. "So, the week-in is that Ian Redwood likes me, McGonagall is in love with Sirius, and that Professors Harry and Potter were found in a broom closet." Echos of Redwood, Minne, and Siri were heard, but not one of Mr and Mrs Potter. I guess It should have been obvious, they would be caught sooner or later.

I pack up my things. "I can't concentrate." I complain, "See you later, Snuffles, Tabby." I salute and walk away and out of the library, my thoughts mostly on Ian Redwood. I did enjoy his company, but like him? I think I liked Matt. Matt was nice. Yeah. Rosier was a good pick for a boyfriend. I'll go with Matt...


I sit down beside Matt Rosier at dinner, grabbing the steak almost at once, taking my wand out and levitating things to me. He looks at me with mild surprise, a smirk on his features. He takes out his own wand, as if it was a competition, and levetates the Treacle Tarts over from Slytherin. "Care for a Tart, M'lady?" He asks. I smile gently at him and take one. "Why thank you, kind sir." I purr back, setting it with my steak and rice. I eat it all quickly before standing up. Matt stands up too and he walks out before me. I pad out as well, yawning. "Eventful Dinner..." I mutter in annoyance. I levitate my extra cloak into the great hall and moments later the whiz, crack, and bang of WWW Fireworks sprang to life behind her as she skipped up the stairs towards Gryffindor Dormitories. She didn't know what was happening, but there was a hooded man, a crack, and a comfortable dark feeling overcoming her, until she didn't know what was happening anymore.


Cliffhanger much. o-o

Anyway, R&R but Constructive Crit only! This will NOT go only by Reviews, but by motivation as well.