This story will be 101 chapters about The Marauders facing detention (of course one hundred times.) Although, poor Professor McGonagall sees it as horrific troublemaking and lack of control, the boys have found detention to be quite beneficial to their lives; including such introductions to romance, drama, and of course what's a marauder without chaos? So stay tuned as the chapters pile in (because eventually they will), and enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't even think about it. I don't own it.
"Whose brilliant idea was it this time!?" Professor Minerva McGonagall bellowed at the four handsome young boys sitting before her looking disheveled and covered in soot.
"You'd better speak up now! This might start the beginning debt of you loosing the house cup," McGonagall spoke, her voice almost on verge of griping. The poor woman was starting to gray and it wasn't even the first full day of school. Her hair was tightly pulled into a bun and she had begun to find wrinkles on her face last year. She gave a scowling look to each of the boys.
One of the boys wiggled in his seat at her comment. He sat closest to the middle, almost at center point. His hair perched slovenly on top of his head, jet black. His hazel eyes masked behind his ashen covered spectacles.
The Professors eyes shot an angry glare at once.
"You!" She pointed, her voice rising.
"Why me!? Why must you always assume me Professor?! Maybe it was Peter this time!" The boy with the glasses shouted quickly pointing to a round faced boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair who responded to the name of Peter. Soot speckled on his face and mostly on his nose, Peter sat at the far left end. He quickly shook his head in the familiar form of a "no" and pointed back at the bespectacled boy.
McGonagall, who's head had whirled about towards Peter, made its way back to the other boy.
"Mr. Potter, the reason I chose you, the reason I assume, Mr. Potter, is because you are the ring leader. You are the chief commander, captain of the team, master of the obvious, if I might add, and you, Mr. Potter are always the guilty one."
"Well I am flabbergast, Professor!" Said the boy now touching his heart in honor and shock, leaving a black dusty hand print on his white shirt.
"Oh, quit it, James don't let your big head take all the glory," said the boy next to James Potter.
"Mr. Black, would you care to speak for your friends then?" The Professor asked pursing her lips with impatience.
The younger boy, most handsome of them all, pushed back his perfect black hair, untouched by soot, behind his ears. His grey eyes pierced into the teachers and he gave a gentle, soft, and somewhat flirtatious grin.
"Minnie," the boy spoke subtly.
"Professor to you Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall shot back.
"Professor McGonagall," the boy articulated the words perfectly.
"Yes, Mr. Black?"
"Do you honestly think that James Potter could formulate an ingenious prank such as this?" The boy questioned. He then turned to the soot covered James and nudged his elbow.
"Sorry, mate," he whispered lowly.
"Forgiven," James said back nonchalantly.
"Sirius Black will you please reach your destination in this conversation because either way you all will be punished." McGonagall said blatantly.
"My point being Minn-professor is that your assumption is wrong. It was not James' prank. And why should I be brought into such incriminating punishments!? There's no evidence! See," Sirius began shaking his hair wildly. "No soot." He smiled scoffing towards the teacher.
McGonagall again pursed her lips together forming a thin line. Then her eyes lit up with a spark.
"Mr. Black why are your hands behind your back?" She asked innocently.
Sirius had been sitting on the transfiguration class' stool just as the other boys sat, but in an unusually uncomfortable position. Whilst James and Peter's hands rested cozily in their laps, Sirius sat atop of his.
"Why do you ask such silly, frivolous questions Minnie!" Sirius' laugh sounded hard and heavy. A difference from his typical hearty bark.
"Mr. Black, your hands?" McGonagall asked testily.
"Yes, my hands, they are mine."
There was a snigger from the far left.
Professor McGonagall flashed an angry look towards Peter and there was immediate silence.
Sirius pulled his hands out from under this behind and held them out in defeat giving his best seductive grin.
"So...it was you." McGonagall answered pointedly again.
"Wrong again," both James and Sirius responded together as if reading each others minds.
"Then who's idea was it to plant dung bombs alongside the corridor edges as everyone left the first nights feast!? Scaring poor first years out of their minds! Sending prefects diving left and right to stop those mad bombs, unsure exactly where they were located! And then of all things, setting Severus Snape into a sprint as a dragon of fireworks chased after him!"
"That bit was mine," James snickered, still remembering Snape's face illuminated within the bright green dragon chasing him down into the dungeons.
"Did we really do all of that?" Peter asked modestly.
"Enough! Who did it?" Shouted the Professor enraged at the boys lack of concern for their actions. She didn't understand why she was getting so upset. It had been six whole years of nonstop pranks and punishments.
"At least this was the last year," she remembered sighing to herself on August 31st, acquiring a strange feeling something would happen the next day. Especially involving four specific boys.
"It was I, Professor," said a calm voice from the farthest right.
It was a boy the same age as the others. He looked fatigued, but he still held a sense of chivalry just like all the other boys. His sandy brown hair fell unkemptly into his eyes but his hair had been pushed back from the explosions seeing the darkened burnt edges at the ends of his hair. His eyes were glowing topaz, as they always did when he was in trouble.
"You're always looking for trouble," Sirius mentioned to him once, "You just don't know it."
He didn't exactly understand what the boy meant until now. But he remembered Sirius' smirk which promised great things.
"Remus, Remus Lupin. the mastermind culprit?" Professor McGonagall asked inquisitively.
"Ye-yes, Professor?" he managed to stutter.
"That was quite clever of you," she smiled.
"What!?" James shouted.
"No fair!" Peter whined.
"I want a smile like that!" Sirius grumbled.
Remus blushed deeply and averted his eyes to the floor hiding a slowy expanding smile.
"Anyhow," began McGonagall, refusing to pay attention to any of the previous comments. "You will all serve one week of detention."
"That's not bad," muttered Sirius.
"Excuse me?" McGonagall inquired almost too politely.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head," Sirius smiled.
"I wish Mr. Black. I can only wish."
"Well, I guess this is goodnight then!" James stood up from his stool moving towards his Professor.
The Professor moved back instinctively.
"I'm just saying goodnight ya' know?" James said giving his half crooked grin.
And with that the rest of the boys pulled themselves from their stools and headed towards the door.
"G'night professor!" Shouted Peter.
"Happy dreams professor," Remus spoke softly.
"Night Minnie," Sirius winked following behind the other two boys out the door.
"You know you'll miss us when we leave. That's why we're trying to make sure you want forget us," James smirked exiting the room
Professor McGonagall felt dumbfounded into the wee hours of the morning. She had become the Gryffindor house babysitter. Sadly, a part of her didn't mind.
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