Disclaimer: Umm. What am I suppose to say? You know I'm not JKR or this story would be sooooo much better. My ideas are kind of a blend between A Walk to Remember, that new Disney movie High School Musical, and another fanfic that I read in another place. This is my first fanfic...even so be brutally honest. Any constructive criticisms or suggestions are appreciated! Here's the story.

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Chapter 1: Trouble

"MR. POTTER! MY OFFICE NOW!" James gave his fellow Marauders a slight smile then traveled into Professor McGonagall's office. He noticed with a smug satisfaction that she was leaning against her desk in a sweater and an extremely small miniskirt. He took a seat in front of her as she prepared to rant on their latest antics.

"NEVER in my years at Hogwarts have I seen such a disrespectful, irresponsible, and, and... womanizing display of magic! In my day..." James had to admit that it was a great piece of transfiguring work. He and the Marauders, as McGonagall had so correctly named his group of friends, made all of the girls in the school wear really short skirts. The beauty of this prank was that every time someone tried to lengthen the skirt it got shorter. Actually, no matter what spell they tried the skirt would get shorter.

"I could have let it go if it were just the students, but noooo. You had the audacity to do it to the teachers as well. How dare you..." James started shifting uneasily in his chair. It was as if he hadn't gotten in trouble before. He was almost the definition of trouble in Hogwarts. Now that it was their seventh year, the Marauders were having their final hoorahs. However, he had never seen McGonagall as angry as she was right now. "This WILL get a punishment!"

James let out a sigh and said in a bored tone of voice, "When will my detentions be?" All of the Marauders were part of this prank, but he was the only one who got caught. If only he hadn't tried to charm Evans' skirt shorter than all the others.

McGonagall paused for a moment to take a deep breath and think. All of a sudden a smirk spread across her face. In a voice dripping in honey she said, "Detention? Who said anything about detention?" At this James was actually shocked.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but you said I was going to be punished? Does that mean that..."

"By no means are you off the hook. I just said that you weren't going to be in detention. Oh no. What I have planned for you is much worse." James gulped heavily, 'What is worse than detention with Filch in the trophy room?' "You are Head Boy this year, Mr. Potter so you should be setting a good example. Detentions obviously don't affect the infamous Marauders, wipe that smirk of your face! I'm going to try a new technique, humiliation."

James' face flushed. "Humiliation?" He asked tentatively. "Minnie, that seems a little... extreme, don't cha think?"

McGonagall got a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh no. I think that a little humbling experience is just what the healer ordered. Especially after all those things you did to poor Mister Snape," Even though James was worried about this mysterious punishment, his lip still twitched upward into a hidden smile. He had almost forgotten they had included Snivellous in the skirt wearing population. "I think you deserve a little yourself."

"But Minnie! He insulted my... family." James protested desperately. He insulted my Evans, but I'll leave it as it is. Woah! My Evans! Now I think I own her and she doesn't even like me!

"No 'buts' Mr. Potter, and what have I told you about using my first name," she snapped. "You will try out for Professor Flitwick's thing he says the muggles call a musical and that's final." To emphasise her point she crossed her arms and started to glare at him. If she was expecting a quick retort, she wasn't going to get one. He was in too much shock. James just sat there, slack jawed, staring at his professor. Musical? This has to be a joke. Jump out Sirius and say, 'Got cha good huh?'

"More information will be given out about try-outs later on. Well, good day Mr. Potter." Taking this as a dismissal, James blankly stood up and headed back towards the common room. What am I going to do. More importantly, what am I going to tell the other Marauders? 'Oh yeah, I can't pull the latest prank with you guys because I have to try-out for some crazy musical' I'm sure that will go over well. He nervously rustled his messy black hair. I won't tell them. It is going to be hard hiding something from them. They know me too well and will know something is up. I can't tell them though, or I will never hear the end of it.

James kept walking deep in thought. What he didn't know was that someone was watching him from one of the doorways.

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Author's Note: I am sorry about the cliffie at the end. Oh, wait, no I'm not or I wouldn't have written it that way. If you are one of those people who needs a new chapter every day or so this is not the fanfic for you. I kind of have the habit of leaving things half done. But if I know that there are people who actually like this story I think that I will be more likely to write it faster. I am not going to force anyone to review by putting an "or else" sign but a little encouragement never hurt. Thank you anyone who reads this story even if you absolutely hate it.