Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on my story, I hope you'll enjoy it! This is my first fic, so please help me and review! I know it's a little short, but the next chapters will be longer, I hope. I'll update every few days, so check back often!

Disclaimer: I of course do not own anything you recognize from J.K. Rowling books.

James Potter, Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat up abruptly in his four poster bed. Today was going to be a very good day, but why is only something James himself would know.

Deciding he needed someone to share this wonderful day with, he woke his three best friends up. Unfortunately, the way he chose to do so didn't go down very well with the three boys. Have you ever been woken up by a jet of cold water, at 7 o'clock in the morning, on a Saturday? I thought not.

All three of the young men jumped out of bed, blindly searching for the source of the frigid liquid.

"Morning Marauders!" cried James as he stopped the flow of water.

The boys slowly turned around, advancing menacingly on their friend who so rudely woke them from their slumber.

"Ahhh bup bup bup! Don't you want to know why I woke you up?" asked James cheerfully, holding up his hand to stop his friends

"Yes James that would be nice, if you don't mind." Said Lupin, one of James' friends, in a falsely bright voice.

"Well, I cannot tell you, unfortunately. You'll just have to wait and see for yourselves."

"James… what did you do?" asked Sirius slowly, fearing the answer would be something he didn't want to be involved in.

James merely held up his hand to his ear, motioning for them to listen.

"And 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"

"JAMES HAROLD POTTER, I AM GOING TO CASTRATE YOU THE MINUTE I FIND YOU!"

"Gotta run!" said James, grinning. "Got to protect my nether bits, don't I?

And with that, he ran out of the dormitory, narrowly escaping certain death.

The three remaining Marauders stood in the middle of the room, too shocked to do anything but stare at the swinging door.

And this was the scene a certain Lily Evans was treated to as she burst into the room, livid.

"Where is Potter?" she asked a little too sweetly, with an obviously forced smile. "I need to speak with him."

All the Marauders could do was stare once more at the door, although this time the door framed an enraged girl of seventeen, with shockingly orange skin and green hair. Horrible combination, if you ask me.

"W-we don't know L-Lily." squeaked a frightened Peter. "He ran off j-just now."

"Oh, well, I really have to go then. See you at Potter's funeral." The girl said darkly, before she ran off, cursing loudly, and scaring a tiny first year as she went.

The Marauders looked at each other, not fully understanding what had just happened.

"I have a feeling," said Lupin slowly, "That this is going to be a very long day."

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