Unfortunely, JK Rowling has crushed all rumors of her writing HP prequels about the Marauders, who I love… except Peter of course damn little rat! Anyway… this is sort of how I think the prequels could go but I don't go to much into detail about Hogwarts and magic and such because we all know about that. Please don't tell me that this doesn't go along with what happens in the future because it will eventually... probably around chapter 6 or 7 things will start falling into place. Please read and review! I really appreciate the comments! Oh and DEFINATLY thank my betas Karvian (and Melody for later chapters)! If it weren't for them this would be LOADED with grammer mistakes and plot flaws. Thanks guys!

Also this is one of my attempts at a serious story, those who know me know this can be very difficult. But fear not, I will not abandon this story! I love the Marauders too much!

Disclaimer: I unfortuatley I do not own Harry Potter, related titles, or the marauders, if I did I would hug them to death and then revive them so I could stare at them with big spongeboby shiny eyes!

The Marauders: Watch Out Hogwarts

In the first light of the dawn, seated at the wooden desk in the corner of a room covered in Quidditich posters and dirty clothes scattered on the floor sat a young boy. He had hair that you knew that if you scrubbed every conditioner and hair product in, it wouldn't show you had ever touched it. The boy was also wearing silver circular rimmed glasses which kept slipping half-way down his nose and he had to push them back up in front of his eyes- as he was practically blind without them, as to continue perusing the book he had been staring at for the past few hours. This particular book was extremely interesting. Hardly anything from cover to cover most people would recognize. To start off it was entitled Early Wizarding: Simple Charms and Spells Volume 6. But in the eyes of James Potter this was a completely normal book and the only thing odd about it was it actually interested him enough to wake up early and begin reading it. James was 8 years old and never had a very long attention span, especially for books. Despite this fact, James was a very intelligent and energetic boy. Most of the time this energy was put to mischief and hexing anything his parents wouldn't get too upset over.

"James!" a women called from downstairs "come down for breakfast!"

Breakfast? James thought to himself, How long have I been reading? He snapped the book shut, ran to the spiral staircase, and slid down the banister, his favorite way of getting anywhere downstairs. He had to run through many rooms to reach the kitchen because he had quite a large house.

"Morning mum!" he said greeting his mother. "Morning Dad" He added noticing his father reading The Daily Prophet.

"Morning sweetie." His parents said together.

James helped himself to Pumpkin Juice and some food. Just then there was a knock on the door. James raced to answer it when he realized it was his best friend, Sirius Black.

"Sirius!" James yelled as he opened the door to a boy the same age as himself, with black hair that fell just above his shoulders.

"'Ello James!" Sirius replied. He had a mischievous look in his mysterious gray eyes, but then again when didn't Sirius have that look in his eyes?

"Morning Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter." Sirius greeted politely.

"Good Morning Sirius" they responded welcomingly.

Just as they entered the kitchen James noticed Sirius had been hiding something behind his back.

"James," Sirius said turning to him "could we go talk alone for a minute?"

"Sure." James nodded glancing around the room.

They headed upstairs and went into James' bedroom. Sirius looked very excited about something.

"James look at this!" he said as he unveiled what he'd been carrying. It was a small parcel wrapped in a torn piece of cloth. He slowly removed the cloth as both of them grew more and more anxious. Finally there lay in Sirius' hands was a bottle rocket and a lighter. James gasped.

"Isn't great? I swiped it from outside a muggle house!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Wha-what does it do?" James asked shocked his friend found such a treasure

as he knew it was obviously for wreaking some kind of havoc.

"I know you set it on fire with this thing," Sirius said, motioning with the lighter, "and then it, sort of, explodes and it makes everyone mental!"

"Wow!" awed James. "Where should we set it off?"

"Hmm...where could we go where there's a lot of people?" Sirius thought aloud.

They both thought for a minute and then exchanged mischievous glances.

"Mrs. Potter, do you think you could take us to Diagon Alley for a bit?" Sirius asked as sweetly and innocently as he could without sounding like he was up to something.

"Yes, that's fine." Mrs. Potter smiled-Sirius had a charming quality about him even at the age of eight.

James and Sirius just smiled innocently and walked toward the fire so they could use the floo network to get to Diagon Alley.

"Ladies first." Sirius stepped aside letting Mrs. Potter go first. This comment caused James to give him a glare that said 'dude, that's my mom' and his father to give him mixed glares of 'why are you hitting on my wife?' and 'starting on the ladies a little early aren't you?'. Mrs. Potter just giggled and step into the fire, threw down the floo powder and said "Diagon Alley" before being engulfed in the flames and disappearing from their sight.

They seemed to begin whispering every time she turned away from them but just smiled sweetly whenever she turned to check. So she would just raise an eyebrow, give them a suspicious smile, turn back, and continue walking. It was a rather busy day in the Alley as most of the wizards and witches were enjoying their Saturday off. James and Sirius dragged Mrs. Potter into a few stores before it was lunchtime.

"I'm going to meet a friend for lunch," Mrs. Potter said turning to the boys behind her, "will you two be OK and promise to stay out of trouble if I come back and pick you up in about an hour?"

James and Sirius nodded simultaneously. "'Bye, Mum," James said hurriedly, wishing his mother would go away faster. He and Sirius were very anxious to start their…project.

"Okay, I'll meet you in The Three Broomsticks in one hour." Mrs. Potter said. James and Sirius watched her turn the corner before scurrying off in the opposite direction.

KABOOM! A deafening explosion could be heard and seen throughout the Alley. All of the wizards and witches turned around, looking disgusted at getting their ears nearly blown off, toward two boys with their hair singed and horrified looks on their faces.

"JAMES (insert middle name here) POTTER! SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" James' mother's voice could be heard booming down the street. "I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR ONE BLOODY HOUR AND YOU BLOW UP A STREET!" She was shouting, completely ignoring all the glares she was gathering with every word. She dragged them by their ears toward the Leaky Caldron. "You boys are in so much trouble when we get home!"

Mrs. Potter stormed into the kitchen as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace and angrily explained the destruction their son and his friend had caused.

"Sirius!" James scolded his friend as soon as his mother was out of the room, as they had been told to stay put until James' father had heard of the situation. "I thought you knew what it did."

"Well, I didn't know it was going to do that!" the young boy explained. "It seemed so simple."

James could only roll his eyes and open his mouth to say something before his parents entered the room and he and Sirius took on military stances.

"I don't even know what I'm going to do with you boys!" James' father started.

"May I make a suggestion?" Sirius asked shyly, raising his hand slightly.

"Sending me home would be a just punishment."

"Yes, Sirius, go," Mr. Potter agreed.

"Yes!" Sirius turned excitedly turning to leave behind the tension in the room.

"And I'll be sure to inform your parents of your behavior today." Mr. Potter smirked as he saw the smile fall from Sirius' face.

"Bugger." Sirius moaned before turning the handle on the door.

"Sirius! Watch your language!" Mrs. Potter yelled from the other room.

"Sorry, Mrs. Potter." Sirius mumbled before walking out the door.

"James, your mother and I are very disappointed in you." Mr. Potter continued.

"Yes, yes I know. Can we save ourselves the trouble and skip the lecture this time and just get to the part where you tell me how long I'm grounded for?" James said, having gone through this routine many times before.

James' father just stared at his son before saying "No, you won't get off that easy, boy."

Half an hour later James trudged into his room noticing the owl waiting patiently on his desk, a letter strapped to his leg.

"Well, 'ello Feathers," James said, stroking the bird he knew all so well (as he and Sirius wrote a series of letters to each other every night they weren't over each others houses). The attached note read:

Hey James,

Sorry, I kinda left you to deal with your parents alone before. But my father didn't take it all that well either. So how long you grounded for? My parents said I shouldn't see you for a month. So, I guess we'll have to use our other forms of communication until then. Well, talk to you later.

-Sirius-

James grabbed some parchment and a quill and wrote a response to his friend.

Hey Sirius,

Yeah, I'm imprisoned for a month too. I can't wait 'till we go to Hogwarts, then we'll basically have to see each other every day. Well, at least we'll have time to think of some great prank to celebrate our reunion.

-James-

With that he tied the letter to Feather's leg, handed him a treat and sent him on his way.

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