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The Marauders

Summary: What was it like during the Marauder days? What pranks they pulled, what Quidditch was like, etc. Fun with Misers Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail!

Rated: PG-13 for some language

Characters: The Famous Marauders! Misers MoonyRemus Lupin, PadfootSirius Black, ProngsJames Potter, & WormtailPeter Pettigrew!! Also starring: Lily Evans, Quin Astra, Amber Ramla, & Severus Snape.

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's my first fanfic, so it's not all that great. It is a cheap attempt at being funny.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. It is all owned by J.K. Rowling. Anything you recognise is J.K.'s. Anything you don't recognise is mine.

Year: Fifth

Chapter One

:: Midnight Escapades ::

Have you ever wondered what will happen in your future? Or have you ever wished you could change the past? In both cases, hoping everything will be okay in the end. Have you ever sat somewhere alone wondering what could have happened if you had done something different? Have you ever wondered if there is someone in the unknown universe controlling your life that doesn't seem to care what happens to you?

I have. I sit alone in a dark corner with only my dark and troubled thoughts as company. I'm stuck with my memories. Memories of my old life with my friends. I'm stuck remembering the people who loved me and those who hated me, and I miss them. I'm stuck wondering what would have happened if I hadn't followed Peter and had kept Harry instead of giving him up to Hagrid.

I'm lost in my mind. The mind of a man who lost his greatest friends, his self, and his godson. I made mistakes in my life that I don't want anyone else to make. My name is Sirius Black. This is my future. I never thought it would turn out this way. Here is my past so you won't make the same mistakes I did.

The hallway was dark. Somewhere in the distance a clock strikes one in the morning and a spider scurries across the floor. There are a few mysterious shadows lurking in the corners. On one side of the hallway is a line of ominous suits of armour. On the other wall are a couple windows that provide light from the moon outside. The most interesting part of this hallway are the moving paintings that line both walls. A few of the paintings are of girls dressed in frilly gowns spinning around and admiring themselves. Other paintings are of barons dressed in decorative clothing. One painting is of a meadow. Its so life like that it seems you could walk right through it and bask in the warm sun. A stray cow wanders lazily into the picture and munches on some grass and exits on the other side.

On one side of the hallway, at the very end, is a door. There isn't anything special about this door--except--it just opened and closed on its own! As if an invisible force had possessed it!

Suddenly there came the sound of fabric ripping and some movement.

"Peter!" came a voice, "You ripped my pants!" The voice seemed to belong to a young man.

"Sorry," came another voice. This voice was more high pitched and squeaky than the first. "I didn't mean to. Sirius pushed me!"

There was a loud "Uh!" which sounded more like a girl. Then, in a deeper voice, "I did not!" But there was a sense of amusement.

There was a whooshing sound and the once empty hall now held four mischievous boys.

One boy had short, messy black hair and light brown eyes like the colour of honey. His brilliant eyes were hidden behind round, black glasses. The boy looked to be fifteen, and was kneeling on the floor studying his ripped pant leg. "These were my favourite pants!"

"Well, if you would just wear pants that weren't so long and torn, you wouldn't have this problem." Commented another boy with black hair. He had dark mysterious blue eyes like the colour of the night sky. He was smiling brightly, very obviously amused at the other boys' expense.

"Shut it Sirius!"

"Shut it Sirius," mocked Sirius in a high whiney voice. "One to be talking James! You're the one complaining about your damn pants!"

James looked up at his friend and smiled, "What would I do without you."

Sirius smiled and shrugged, "I don't know."

"I wouldn't have anyone to blame anything on." Laughed a fatter boy. He was shorter than the others and wasn't as handsome. He had small, watery blue eyes and short, thin brown hair.

Another boy began to laugh, "Good point Peter!" This boy was slightly taller than his three other friends. He had light brown hair that was speckled with silver and light brown eyes that were flecked with gold.

Sirius looked hurt. "Well that's not right Remus! You're not clumsy like Peter and therefore have nothing to blame me on!"

All four boys laughed. James, having fixed his pants with a simple charm, stood up. "So why did you drag us all down here this early in the morning Remus?"

"Well," Remus began. "I think I found something!" The other boys were staring expectantly at him. Sirius, the most excited of the three, was sitting on the ground at Remus' feet. "I think I found a passage way to add to the map." Continued Remus while smiling at his friends facial expressions. Peter looked shocked, James was beaming, and Sirius looked like Christmas had come early.

Finally Sirius exploded and started screaming like a school girl. "Are you serious?"

Remus smiled, "We just have to find it. I passed it today while going to Ancient Runes class. Some Ravenclaws in front of me said something about Herbology class and the passage opened. I didn't get a good look though, but I do remember the password."

James congratulated his friend, "Well done Remus! But what is the password?"

Remus smiled and stated simply, "Toadstool."

"That's it?" asked Peter. Remus nodded. "Alright then. I'm going to test out some places."

James patted Remus on the shoulder. "Wow. I'm so impressed! It's only the fourth day of school after all!"

"It's actually the fifth day of school." Interrupted Sirius. "It is Friday morning you know."

James rolled his eyes, "You are far too literal."

"But you love me for it," Sirius batted his eyelashes.

"Hush! No one's supposed to know!" James faked seriousness.

Remus shook his head, "If you two don't mind, I'd like to find this passage before it gets too late."

"You mean early," Sirius muttered under his breath.

Remus rolled his eyes and moved to look at the paintings.

Peter, meanwhile, had been walking around the hallway pointing his wand at random objects and muttering the password. Nothing happened.

Sirius and James were studying the armour. They would lift the arms or remove the helmets to look inside the hallow metal shell.

"Do you at least have an idea where the passage opened?" asked an exasperated Peter.

"I think it was around these paintings."

Soon, the hall was full of "hmm"s and the occasional "toadstool", but nothing happened.

Finally Sirius had enough, "Are you sure it wa-"

"Aha!" Remus shouted excitedly. "I've found it!"

"What!" James shouted.

"Where?" Sirius joined.

"Let me see!" yelped an excited Peter.

The four boys huddled in front of the painting. It was a large painting of an open meadow with a few stray cows wandering around.

"Do you see it?" Remus asked hoping his friends would understand.

"What," Sirius asked sarcastically, "Those fat black and white things? Yes Remus, those are cows."

Remus rolled his eyes. "No. Come on now, it's on the ground and has to do with the password."

"Hmm," Peter sighed thoughtfully.

"Oh!" exclaimed James. "Do the mushrooms in the grass have anything to do with it?"

Remus smiled and laughed, "Very good James!"

He turned around and said the password--toadstool--and watched the painting slide back to reveal a dark passage.

Peter and James whooped, Sirius clapped, and Remus bowed dramatically.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Peter asked enthusiastically.

"Right!" said James, who was also very excited. "Let's go!"

The boys went into the tunnel and watched the portrait slide back into place.

"Lumos," James muttered. A dim light cut through the darkness and illuminated the tunnel. James held his lighted wand above his head so he could see his three friends.

Sirius was a little further down the tunnel, away from the other boys, "Who should lead this time?"

"How about you, Remus?" James suggested. "Since you found this passage."

Remus smiled. "Sounds good to me!"

The boys walked in a single file line with Remus as the leader, James at the end, and Peter and Sirius in between.

"Lumos," whispered Remus. The path in front of him brightened a little from the light of his wand.

The path was sloping gently downward, and the air was getting musky. The ground was covered in small rocks and an occasional spider.

Peter shivered, "It's getting colder and colder. I wish I would have remembered a cloak or a jumper or something."

"What's this?" Remus ran ahead. The light from his wand got dimmer and dimmer until it looked like a star in the night sky.

"Hey!" James yelled. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I found the exit!"

"Or entrance." Sirius commented. "It just depends on how you look at it."

James rolled his eyes and yelled back to Remus that they were coming.

Peter ran ahead. "Thank god! I thought we'd never get out of here."

James and Sirius began to run and soon passed Peter

"Last one there is a Slimy Slytherin!" Sirius yelled.

"I'm going to beat you!" James yelled competitively as he ran in front of Sirius.

"Oh no you won't!"

"Oh yes I will!"

"Oh no you won't!"

Oh yes I wi-"

"WATCH OUT!"

Peter heard the yelling, but he didn't see what happened. He ran up to where he though he had heard the yells. "Lumos." He looked around, but couldn't see anyone. He heard muffled moans and someone laughing slightly. "Are you guys okay?" Peter asked shakily. "What happened? Where are y-"

"Ouch! Peter! Don't step on me!"

"Sorry," Peter shined the light from his wand onto the ground and saw his three friends in a heap.

Remus was at the bottom of the pile tapping his fingers impatiently on the ground and looking very annoyed. On top of Remus was James who was rubbing his hand where Peter had stepped on him. Sirius was at the top of the pile laughing at the situation.

Remus wasn't happy about having two heavy boys on top of him. "Would you stop laughing, you prat, and get off of me!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" said Sirius in a strangled voice. He was beat red from laughing.

"Well hurry up!" grumbled James who was still massaging his hand.

"You just find this amusing because you're on top!" Commented Remus. "You're lucky I'm pinned to the ground, other wise I'd have hexed you already!"

Finally Sirius rolled off and the two boys were able to stand. "That was just too funny!" Sirius laughed.

Remus glared at him, "You big oaf."

Sirius looked at his friend, "What was in your pumpkin juice Mr. Crabby Pants?"

"Don't worry about it." Comforted James as Remus walked up the path.

"Yeah," agreed Sirius, "But you have got to think that was a little funny?"

James smiled. "The funniest." He replied sarcastically.

James, Sirius, and Peter began to walk toward the end of the tunnel.

"So," Peter interjected, "What happened exactly?"

"Well," James began, "Sirius and I were racing to the end of the tunnel, and we ran into Remus."

"I'm guessing," Sirius interrupted, "That he was running to meet us and we just didn't see each other."

"Come on you guys." Remus said as his head appeared at the top of the tunnel. "You have got to see this!"

His head disappeared and the other boys followed. Remus helped them out. He had the most trouble with Peter, who couldn't get a good footing and kept slipping.

Finally everyone was out of the tunnel and looking around at their surroundings. They were in a beautiful clearing. They were apparently in the Forbidden Forest, but there were no dark and menacing trees here. There was a huge boulder near the edge of the clearing where they had exited the tunnel. Above them was the sky, but it wasn't dark and covered in stars anymore. The sky was a light pink.

"We should get going." James said. "We'll come back tonight though."

The other boys agreed and they all headed back towards the passage.

After James and Peter had gone into the tunnel, Remus stopped Sirius. "Wait a minute."

"Look, I'm sorry. Though I don't really know what I did?"

"No no!" Remus interrupted. "I'm sorry. Sorry for being a stupid git back there when we fell."

"That's alright ol' buddy! I understand."

"You do? Really?"

"Yeah, I know it's personal."

Remus looked down, "Yeah--well--what are you going to do."

"Yeah, I know its hormones." Sirius said smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry, everybody's getting them. Why just the other day I-"

Remus looked up surprised and shook his head, "No Sirius. It's the moon. It's almost full. I get crabby, remember?"

"Bloody hell!" Sirius exclaimed. "Already? We have to start planning! What are we going to do?"

Remus smiled, "We'll plan it all out at lunch. Okay?"

"Alright!" Sirius replied holding his hand out. Remus grasped it and they shook on it.

Remus smiled, "Friends?"

"For eternity."

Sirius and Remus turned and followed their friends into the tunnel.

"What took you so long?" James inquired suspiciously.

"We were just looking at something." Sirius answered faking innocence.

"What was it?"

"A flower," Remus answered far too quickly.

Sirius gave Remus a look that clearly said, 'A flower?!' To Remus' immense relief, Sirius was quick to cover up. "It was a bird sitting on the flower."

Okay, so maybe not such a great answer, but at least Peter believed it. "Wow, strong flower!"

James looked sceptical and rolled his eyes. "Come on you guys, let's go."

The Marauders got back to the Gryffindor Tower and went straight to bed. Sirius looked at his watch and noticed it was nearly five thirty in the morning. He immediately wished it was Saturday instead of Friday. He would much rather sleep in then wake up in another two hours.

"Why does class have to start so early?" He mumbled to himself as he changed into pyjamas and crawled into bed. He mumbled good night to his friends and laid his head on his pillow. As soon as his head hit the feather down cushion, he fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: I want to thank my friend, Psycho, who really helped me write this. She is like a second author!

I will try to make my chapters longer, but I don't know if I can promise anything. Well, please Review and tell me if you liked it, disliked it, or stuff I could change.