Hello fellow Potter fans!

OK, so this will basically be a collection of short stories about the famous mischief makers, the Hogwarts Marauders. Some will be epic trouble-escaping missions like this one, some will be totally random, depending on what I feel like writing :D I should be able to update fairly regularly, seeing as they're only short, so there's much more trouble where this came from!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling completely owns the Harry Potter series and the characters, settings, etc! I own nothing! (Except the entire collection of books, movies and various fan items!)

Now, enough of this, let the story begin

"You said that there was definitely a secret passageway there!"

The noise of urgent, running footsteps echoed down the stone corridor as two small black-haired boys came pelting around the corner. The one with the longer, messier hair narrowly avoided colliding with a torch and a rickety suit of armour, as he turned to his spectacled friend and scowled.

"Yeah, well, I was running away from Filch then, and it didn't look like a broom cupboard when I ran past it! Give me a break, James!" he panted.

The other boy, James, rolled his eyes as he replied, "Fine then, Sirius, just because it didn't look like a broom cupboard didn't mean it wasn't a broom cupboard. What are we going to do if Filch catches us? Ambush him with mops?"

Sirius' eyes glinted, and James hurried to continue, "That was sarcasm, by the way, we're not going to attack him with mops."

Both boys were panting hard now, and they were still miles from the Gryffindor common room. Sirius made a few mental calculations. They'd been trying to apply Darkasts' Instant Black-Eye powder to the eyepieces of the telescopes in the astronomy tower before they'd been sprung by Filch and Mrs Norris, who'd been lurking in a nearby corridor. They'd thought the astronomy tower was a convenient site, as it was near what Sirius had thought had been a newly-discovered secret passageway. However, it'd turned out to be a less-than-convenient broom cupboard, and they'd spent the last few minutes frantically scaling staircases and cutting corridors while a relentless Filch pursued them. They were still at best a few minutes from the safety of their common room, and Sirius suspected that Filch might have disappeared a few corridors back, and would suddenly appear in front of them, courtesy of a secret passage that he and James had not yet discovered in their month at Hogwarts.

Sure enough, a few metres down the corridor, a frayed tapestry depicting the grisly death of an ancient wizard they'd probably learnt about in class began fluttering. Before they had time to stop, Filch sprung out, Mrs Norris at his heels. His face looked slightly disfigured in the flickering torchlight, his greasy hair looking even lanker. His narrow, shifty eyes glinted as he saw James and Sirius, stopped in their tracks like deer caught in headlights.

"I've got you now, it'll be down to the dungeons for you lot, I'll have you hanging from the trees in the Forest by your teeth…" Filch muttered incessantly as he began loping towards the boys.

None of the threats sounded overly appealing to Sirius. He grabbed James' elbow and towed him down the corridor, cursing. If Filch caught them, they were done for. They raced back the way they'd come, Filch's footsteps close behind. They hurried down a low-ceilinged passage, and emerged in an unlit corridor. James whispered, "Lumos", and a narrow beam of light illuminated the path in front on the fleeing boys. Sirius' eyes seized around the corridor, looking for something to save them. A suit of armour, a faded painting, a broom cupboard…

With a quick flash of inspiration, Sirius grabbed James' arm and towed him to the broom cupboard. He threw open the door, not caring about the crash that resonated down the corridor. He wanted Filch to know where they were. James looked at Sirius doubtfully as he stepped inside, closed the door behind them and began frantically assembling a collection of mops, brooms and metal buckets.

"We're not really going to attack him with mops and brooms, are we?" He asked mournfully.

Sirius grinned.

The footsteps that had been chasing them across the stone floors of the castle had come to a stop outside the cupboard. James and Sirius were deathly quiet, poised for attack with their arms full with a multitude of cleaning instruments, as Filch slowly turned the knob, muttering curses and various punishments. At the last second, Sirius cast James a mischievous look, and yelled, "NOW!"

Sirius threw open the door, revealing a very shell-shocked Filch. They only got a moment to enjoy the stunned look on his face, though, before he was showered with mops, brooms, buckets, dustpans, bottles of cleaning solution and the rest of the contents of the closet. Sirius yelled an incantation and waved his wand, causing the items to suddenly fly up into the air. Filch tried to pick himself up off the ground and run, or attack the boys, either one, but then the suspended items swiftly began to circle Filch, repeatedly bopping him on the head and sweeping his legs out from under him.

"Bet you love mops now!" A gleeful James called after Filch's retreating back. Boy both cackled with laughter as a particularly vicious mop continued chasing him down the corridor and out of sight, long after the other ones had fallen to the ground.

After one last triumphant call to a long-gone Filch, the troublemakers turned and completed their run, now victoriously, back to Gryffindor Tower. It had been an amusing night, to say the least.

And there we go! They escape. OF COURSE, they're the people who give Fred and George a run for their money in the department of Mischief Making.

Thanks for reading this far, please REVIEW! ESPECIALLY, if you have any ideas for future chapters! I have a few, but PLEASE, suggest some more! The crazier the better :D

Anyway, thanks a lot, see you soon!

"He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though…keep up with my news…check if I'm happy…" – Harry Potter, HP POA, JK Rowling.

-DobbyHasMySocks