Chapter 1-
Sirius Black raced down the corridor, sprinting as fast as he could in order to escape the wrath of his friend, James Potter.
"Padfoot," James shouted. "I'm going to kill you!" Sirius only laughed. It was the second week of school at Hogwarts, and the Marauders were in their third year. For some of the teachers, the years were not passing by quickly enough.
"You couldn't catch me if you tried, Prongs!" he shouted back.
"Oh, really?" replied James, and in an instant a stag appeared where James had bee and began chasing Sirius. The other people in the hallway stared in awe while some of the First Years screamed and sprinted the other way. Sirius laughed manically and a large, black dog appeared where he had been, and continued to run from the stag. They ran outside, and then just before the doors closed, a black dog slipped inside and lay down by the fire in the house elves' kitchen. The dog promptly turned into Sirius, and was then swarmed by house elves attempting to assist him and make his life easier in every way possible.
"Master Black, would you like a drink?"
"Master Black, would you care for a cookie?"
"Master Black, do you need a blanket?"
"Master Black, how about a-"
"Master Black, a piece of c-"
"Master Bla-"
"I'm fine!" said Sirius hurriedly. "But… can I still have a cookie? His eyes turned into those of a pleading dog's.
"Of course!" fifty house elves shouted in unison, and Sirius was soon buried up to his waist in cookies.
The doors burst open and a soaking wet James entered. Remus and Peter were close on his heels.
"I," said James dramatically, "am going to- wait, what's with the cookies?"
"The house elves love me." Replied Sirius.
"COOKIES!" shouted the house elves, and raised their arms, which caused hundreds of cookies to fly in the air, and then rain down on the Marauders. Sirius began to laugh, but James' and Lupins' glares stopped him.
"Cookies" shouted Peter, happily. The three other Marauders gave him a weird look.
"What?" he said. The Marauders rolled their eyes, and Sirius took that moment to shrink the cookies, levitate them, and run for safety as fast as he could.
"Good luck, Master Black." Chorused the house elves.