The cold walls of the corridor were bathed in the last of the day's summer sun, shadows creeping slowly upwards, the eerie silence that was common at this time of night hanging low in the air
The cold walls of the corridor were bathed in the last of the day's summer sun, shadows creeping slowly upwards, the eerie silence that was common at this time of night hanging low in the air. From the window one could see the endless hills, a lake and the setting sun, and image any artist would welcome. Footsteps could be heard approaching louder and louder as a large explosion echoed down the corridor!
Running through the a now destroyed door, came two tall figures moving at such speed it was hard to focus on their faces, following them with less speed yet the same amount of purpose hobbled a middle aged man with a receding hair line, yet locks that fell down on his shoulders, anger fell across his dirty features as he screamed after the two he knew he wouldn't catch, "Give me back, my cat you foul beasts!"
"Fuck me Prongs!" shouted the taller of the two as they fell down onto the cold floor of the empty classroom they had managed to find refuge in, "Did we have to steal the bloody cat? I know you hate it, but your vendetta has lasted almost 6 years!"
A cocky grin fell on the other's face, his eyes twinkling with something his companion had seen many times before in the 6 years of their friendship, "Look Padfoot dear boy, until we have Filch beg us for mercy and tell us, he will let us be then there isn't a hope in hell, that my vendetta against him and his cat will end."
The grin on his face lit up further into something you could describe as maniacal, as he hoisted the sack used to capture, his enemy's pet into air, like it was a trophy from a sporting event. A smile had now forced its way onto the face of the young man known as Padfoot, the same evil twinkle in his dark grey eyes, "How about we have some fun with dear old Mrs Norris? Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Prongs old boy?"
"You know Padfoot, old chap, I just might be!"
Opening the cords of the sack, the boy known as Prongs allowed the cat to fall to the ground, hissing in fear the cat backed off to the corner of the room, turning to his friend the boy whispered, "I'm thinking green fur with wheels instead of feet, or do you have any other ideas?"
The smile on the face of the other young man had however left his face to be replaced with a look of pure shock; finally coming to his senses he whispered to his friend, "James, that cat wasn't Mrs. Norris!"
Turning around, James could only blurt out randomly, "Cat….Fuck….Shit…IT WAS Minnie…My God we are so fucked!"
"James, James, James," sighed an old man with long grey hair and half moon spectacles, "For someone with, so much intelligence and ability, you still manage to get yourself into to some horrible predicaments. As for you Sirius do you never act as conscious for your friend?" Both young men winced at the softness of their headmaster's voice, "You are already almost half way through your sixth year here, one more and you will face the real world, it is time to grow up!"
Both whispered back shame ripe in their voices, "Yes sir we know, we are sorry"
"Oh and James, please try and give up the cigarettes, or even come up with a better excuse when you set your bed on fire again, I mean potions experiment!"
"Yes Sir!" came the embarrassed reply.
"Three hundred house points!" echoed a voice from the sixth year boy's dormitory, "Three hundred and for what? Grand theft fucking cattery, well James you have really done it this time, really fucked your own house over this time!"
Yet the smile never left James' face despite the current barrage of abuse, laughing slightly he replied lightly, "I did it for you Remus, the cat caught you and that ummm that Fanny girl in the broom closet or have you forgotten about that?"
The face of the young man suddenly grew red with embarrassment, "Of course I remember, my dad sent that howler to me about safe sex, and Francine hasn't spoken to me since, but you got the wrong bloody cat!"
Downstairs in the common room, a group of girls clearly listening into the inner workings of the group of boys were having a hard time of stifling laughter at what had gone on, "Well, he may be gorgeous and highly intelligent but when it comes to common sense he has shit for brains!"
Even more laugher broke out as the voice of Remus called out, "James! She is not fucking called Fanny, for the 150th time it is Francine!"
"Ok! Ok! But you and I both know that well it's her ... you are interested in, no pun intended!"
"Black! Listen I won't say this again," taking a breath for dramatic effect, " My class is not for you to discuss your last romantic liaison, no matter how, no matter how good a snog your date was"
A blush had grown across the boys face as he turned away from his stern professor, catching sight of his best mate he couldn't help but mutter, "Yes Minnie dear, I know you get jealous." Luckily the rest of the class went by without further interuptions and the soon James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were to be seen smoking in a dark disserted corridor.
Unlike the three other Marauders Peter stood at a mere 5ft6, though short and rat like in stature the others liked to thing of him as their secret wepon, many believed he was the talentless, tag-along, however they knew better, Peter could be on a good day a maverick, with the ability to aide them in a way only he could, to anyone onthe outside of the group James would vaguely say he of Peter, "He has a way of wriggling out of any tight situation, it has got the rest of us out of so many fucked up situations in the past."
As they indulged in smoking silently Remus spoke up, "James, it seems for the last month or so you have been leaving your love, well alone!"
The smile that had been glued to Jame's face had now left, only to be replaced with a sad grimace and clouded eyes, "I'm leaving her alone, like she always wanted, thats all Remus, we all knew me and here never really stood a chance of happening"
Remus sensing, James would rather not talk about the matter returned to the easy silence of the last 20 minutes.
The great hall full of students eating their end of the year feast, everyone seemed to be looking forward to going home, smiles on almost everyone's faces except one, she could be describe as no more no less than beautiful, bohemian would have been another good adjective, tall but not too tall, and rather thin, her dark red hair fell in loose ringlets of messy curls, her bright green eyes searching out, James Potter and Sirius Black, yet they were no were to be seen this wasn't good not good at all, deciding that a situation would occur no matter what, she turned back to dinner and her friends
Yet as soon as she had turned a round a loud drum roll had echoed through the hall, people turning in various directions searching for the source yet it was no were to be found, until the sound of breaking glass could be heard through each of the four windows came a Marauder, screams ensuing as Sirius Black swooped down on what could only be described as an unwilling Hippogriff, Remus Lupin had seemingly decided that for his entrance he would swing in like Tarzan on an invisible vine, while Peter Pettigrew was to be seen hovering lazily in mid air and then there was James Potter brushing imaginary dust from his school robes, cocky grin plastered all over what Lily would only describe as his smarmy, greasy, horribly attractive face.
"Well what are you lot staring at sit down eat your super, and avert your eyes, we were merely side tracked, eat up!"
Looking up Lily saw him wink in her direction and she couldn't help but return his gesture and mutter, "The really do have balls that lot"
Music echoed around the house as bodies gyrated vigorously to the beat, others sat any were they could chatting laughing various drinks in hand, outside people ran around mad screaming at the top of their voices this could only be described as horrible debauchery, yet this happened every year the Marauders annual "Happpy Summer" party, every year one of the marauders would hold it, as this year was Remus's turn he could be seen smoking anxiously praying that nothing would be too badly damaged.
Sirius had moved on to his fifth girl of the night and was currently being, as he would call it horribly groped in a corner, while Peter was regaling to a large group, past Marauder adventures, of course in each he was the hero but sure that's how he saw it!
Yet "The James Potter," as he had titled himself in 4th year was no where to be seen, at this moment of time he was lying on the roof of Remus' house looking at the stars, tears falling freely from his eyes, it was times like this he missed his parents, yes he the care free Peter Pan of Hogwarts had lost both his parents in the space of a year, one to Dragon Pox the other to his broken heart, the stars had always been something James was drawn too and right now he was looking at two bright stars he hoped were the lost souls of his mum and dad.