Author`s Note: Hi, this is my first fic ever so... yeah. Please don`t flame. Constructive criticism is always accepted. So welcome to the strange world that is my mind. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I don`t own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. (If I did, Sirius wouldn`t have died, and he and Remus would be living happily ever after)


"It was Monday, wasn`t it? I think it was Monday. Or was it Tuesday? Well, it could have been-"
"It was Monday Pads."
"If you say so Prongs. Alright, so it was Monday then."
"Mister Black, the day of the week is not important. What is important is what happened to Mister Lupin. I would like for all three of you to explain this."
"Of course Professor McGonagall. Well, it was the beginning of the week, and we were eating breakfast…"

It was a calm Monday morning. The whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in the Great Hall having breakfast. At one of the very long tables, the Gryffindor table, four boys were about to come face to face with the most mysterious adventure of their Hogwarts careers.

On one side of the table was James "Prongs" Potter. With his messy-haired elegance, the Seeker could be a catch for many of the female population at the school. Yet, he has eyes only for Miss Lily Evans.

Next to him was Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. With his more timid personality, he would be the last person expected to be a member of the group. However, James and the others (still yet to be mentioned) took him in like a younger brother, and he has stuck ever since.

Directly across from James was Sirius "Padfoot" Black, school heartthrob and master of pranks (next to James of course). This raven-haired beauty has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, but don`t let his name fool you: He is nothing like his family.

Next to him was, Remus "Moony" Lupin. The most rational and studious, he works hard in school, but don`t judge a book by its cover. This generally level-headed scholar can become crazier than a March Hare when provoked. What most people at school do not know, is that he is a werewolf.

The Marauders: The prank kings of Hogwarts, with a deep loathing for Slytherins, and a bond that could only be broken by... Well, nothing. The Marauders: Four boys, with a friendship stronger than life and death itself.