Chapter 1

Disclaimer: No one ever reads this, it's pointless to even be typing this right now. But oh well. That's life. Well, I, unfortunately, am not J.K. Rowling, and as such, I don't own any of the characters in this story. Well, maybe the ones I made up. And my stunning plot and dialogue.

James Potter awoke to an unusually bright morning on the last day of August. This may have been due to the fact that for the first time in a while, the sun was shining through the window of his bedroom in the mansion where his family lived, or it could have been due to the fact that a brightly lit wand was being held inches from his face, by a maniacally grinning black haired boy.

Now, observers would note that this boy was very handsome. Attractive female observers would note the card the boy would place in their hands, having his address and number on it. Slimy haired, greasy gits of observers would note the foul smelling dung bombs being chucked at them by said boy.

Shaking his head to bring the hair that was artfully falling into his eyes out of them again, the boy practically broke the floor when he jumped out of James' bed and landed with a loud thump. "Hiya Jamesie Poo!"

"Ugh… Padfoot, really, it's way too early to be pulling something like this."

"Prongs!" said the boy, feigning a look of hurt "It's been one night and you've already forgotten my name!"

"Sirius…." Said James. "I may be bloody perfect, but if you don't get off my bed in three seconds, this perfection will hex your bits off.

Sirius chose to sit there and laugh. Not a wise move, since, with a flash of light and a flick of the wrist, James sent him upside down, hanging from the ceiling by his ankles, tethered by some invisible force.

"Now would you look at that!" said James, who was now wide-awake. "It's just like magic!"

With another flash of light, Sirius was flung onto the floor again.

"Moony! Remus! My savior!" said Sirius, who proceeded to throw himself at the feet of the blue eyed, sandy haired boy who had indeed performed the counter curse.

"Oh look Remus, there's a dog trying to hump your leg!"

"Shut up James," said Sirius, as Moony exploded with laughter.

A plump, chubby, watery-eyed boy sat up from the bed in the corner of the room where he had been sleeping. "Whassa goin' on?"

"It's too late Peter," said Sirius, in a suave, theatric voice. "You cannot save me now, from degradation and… other big words that mean 'bad things'."

Laughter shook the room.

These, were the Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Wizards, heartthrobs, and pranksters extraordinaire. James was a tall, broad shouldered 17 year old, from time spent playing Quidditch. His fan club (which compromised of most of the female population of Hogwarts) would be happy to tell you about the beautiful hazel of his eyes, and of his jet-black hair, which always looked windswept, and, in their opinion, breathtaking. Sirius had much the same build, though slightly shorted and broader. He was the player, always dapper, always happy… and always with a girl. The other Marauders would always call Sirius' current girl Lin, regardless of her name. Why? Because "lin" were the middle three letters of "fLINg" and that was what the girl was. Even then, Sirius was still almost as avidly pursued as James. Then, Remus Lupin. He was the responsible one, the cool head. He was quite handsome as well, with thoughtful gray eyes and a strong, straight smile. He slightly shabby clothes, but in the girls' opinion, it just added to his character. Last, and in this case, most definitely least, Peter Pettigrew. A portly boy, with neither the looks nor the talent that the other Marauders had in such abundance, no one ever quite figured out why this boy was included in the most popular group in the school. He hero worshipped James, Sirius and, to a slightly lesser degree, Remus.

These were the Marauders.

This was their last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their 7th year. This was THEIR year.

But, there was a problem that arose a couple of weeks before they were due to leave on the train for Hogwarts. This problem arrived tied to an owl, shortly before breakfast in the Potters' house.

"James, go pay the owl!"

"Sure thing Dadio!" the sounds of him coming down the stairs made his mother wince.

After putting a few knuts in the pouch attached to the handsome barn owls leg, James looked at the letters and smiled. Ah, his Hogwarts letter. Then he frowned. His last Hogwarts letter.

Sighing, he brought the mail to the breakfast table and waved his wand absent mindedly. Instead of opening, the letter turned into a flower. A lily, to be precise.

"Son of a-"

"JAMES!"

"Sorry Mom!"

"Yeah, you'll be sorry when I jinx your lips together."

He changed the lily back into a letter and ripped it open. Something metal fell on to the table, and at that sound, James' stomach fell to the floor.

No… It couldn't be… Dumbledore wouldn't….

With trembling fingers, James read the letter.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"James what's wrong?!" "James, honey?!"

His parents rushed into the room, wands drawn, alarmed looks on their faces. "James what happened?" said his father.

"I… I've been made… Made Head Boy…."

"OH! Oh James! Oh honey! Harold look at him! Oh my Jamsie, he's growing up! Harold can you believe it!"

"Margaret, dear, give the boy room to breathe."

"Of course but, oh I'm just so excited!"

James' father chuckled, "Aren't we all?"

James wasn't. Neither was Sirius.

"You're what?!?!" yelled Padfoot after James had told him when Sirius came down for later in the day for the now traditional Sunday brunch at the Potter household.

"Head Boy… Ugh this will ruin all our pranks! Atleast I'm still good looking…"

"Good looking? You've got nothing on this body!" Sirius proceeded to strut about the room, flexing his muscles and getting into ridiculous poses. Thinking and dwelling on things was not the Sirius way.

James laughed at him, and for the next 10 minutes, the room was filled with giant amounts of testosterone, and big headedness.

After the room became chemically safe to humans with no Y chromosome, James remarked, "Sirius, this is the year I get Lily Evans."

"Prongs, you said that last year. And the year before, and the year-"

"Padfoot I get the picture!"

"Ok, ok."

"I've got a good feeling Sirius. Evans will be Head Girl for sure, I mean, she's perfect, her hair, her grades, the way…" James trailed off when he saw the disgusted look Sirius was throwing his way.

"Anyway," James continued hurriedly, looking slightly abashed "I'll be able to spend a lot more time with her. A dream come true. For her, naturally." He smiled in a self pleased sort of way. Surely she'd come to her senses as to how fabulous he, James bloody Potter, really was.

"James, mate." Said Sirius, "that's exactly the kind of thinking that's likely to get you smacked upside your head."

"Paddy old buddy, you just don't understand girls like I do."

"Why James! You're interested in girls?!"

"Shut up Padfoot."

And now , weeks later, it was the day before the famed Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs were set to leave on the Hogwarts Express, for the last time.