A/N: Hey guys! This is one of my personal favs that ive written, so I
hope you like it! It starts out a bit slow, but if you read to the end of
the third chapter, I promise you'll like it!!! R/R, flames are ok if theyre
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DISCLAIMER: All the characters, (Minus Susana, Cass, and a few professors) Belong to JK ROWLING!!! Not me!!!! So don't sue, I have no money!
ONE/I SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD
"Slaiman with the quaffel, he heads towards the Gryffindor goalpost- NICE SAVE by keeper Patricia Abergasty, and Gryffindor in possesion- wait, whats this- YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! JAMES POTTER HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!"
James was only slightly aware of the roar of the crowd, or Ty Jordan's commentary. At that moment, wind whipping through James's messy black hair, he was only aware of one thing; a little, glittering, golden ball that was swimming in the air in front of him. This was it- He reached out with his hands, nearly falling forwards off of his broom-
"YES! HE'S DONE IT! JAMES HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR BEATS SLYTHERIN 200 TO 20 FOR THE CUP!" Ty's shouts were barely heard over the deafening booming coming from the stands. Sure, it was no big surprise that the Gryffindor's had won- after all, ever since James's second year (and first year on the team) they'd never failed to loose a match. Now, in James's sixth year, the tradition was still being carried on-
James took a few victory laps around the stadium, fist high in the air. The golden wings of the tiny snitch could just be seen as James flew over his admirers and fans, all of them cheering him on. He grinned widely and landed next to his team, which probably wasn't the smartest idea. The rest of team launched themselves on him, screaming, "Yes! James! You did it! We won!" Spectators were pouring out into the field, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Petigrew in the lead. James untangled himself from his team and his friends began beating him on the back in congradulations. Soon James was surrounded by a huge group of fans, his girlfriend, Victoria Patil, pushing her way towards him. He swept her up in a big hug swung her around, while she laughed joyfully and yelled, "Yes! James, you did it!" As he put her down, the Marauders hoisted James up and carried him up to the common room on their shoulders, the rest of the Gryffindors following eagerly behind. James had never been happier in his life.
Lily Evans stood with her friends Susana Longbottom and Cassandra Hollands in the stands, cheering on the popular James Potter as he reached for the snitch. As his hands grasped it's fluttering wings, Lily, Susana, and Cass yelled themselves hoarse. Cass and Lily jumped up and down, hugging each other and shrieking "We've won! We've won!" Susan yelled and hugged the person nearest to her- Arthur Weasly, a third year. Arthur looked a bit embaressed, but he, too, was extremely excited about Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup.
"Yes! We've won the cup, I'm so glad! That awfull Lucious Malfoy would never have let us hear the end of it if he'd gotten to the snitch first!" Lily exclaimed, dancing about and hugging Cassandra again. Cass laughed and Susana turned to them, eyes sparkling.
"Party time!" She announced, and pointed to the massive hoard of Gryffindors hurrying eagerly up to the castle, James and the rest of the team being carried by everyone else. Cass, Lily, and Susana grinned at each other, then took off after their house.
Nearly seven hours later, at eleven o'clock, the party in Gryffindor house was still going strong. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had snuck out earlier, returning with bottles of butterbeer and pumpkin fizz, Berty Bott's and Chocolate frogs. They handed them out to people, throwing them at a few that they didn't particularly like.
Lily, Susana, and Cass managed to get three bottles of Butterbeer and a box of Berty Bott's to share. They settled on the sofa in front of the fire, joining the large group that was encircling James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius. The four of them were doing a stand-up act, and their audience was in stitches. No doubt that the four of them were funny.
James, Remus, Sirius and Peter were in their sixth year, just as Lily, Cass, and Susan were. Though they had most classes together, Lily'd never really talked to James. Not since at least first or second year, anyway. They'd gotten caught up in their own lives, and James, whose popularity level was through the roof, never had time to talk to Lily anymore. She didn't mind though, she could have her own fun. Without the famous James Potter. To prove this to herself, she got up and went to find some other entertainment.
At three o'clock in the morning, the final stragglers left the common room. The young head of Gryffindor house, a new witch named Minerva McGonagall, had finally burst into the common room and demanded that they go to sleep.
Normally, she would have come and yelled much earlier, but she'd had one too many pints of mulled mead with the headmaster, and had just now worked up enough energy to come tell everyone off.
Perhaps she wouldn't have been so mad if Sirius and James hadn't been trying to set off a round of Fillibuster Fireworks.
Lily, full of junkfood and still slightly giddy from tonight's party, which she'd spent flirting with a fifth year named Amos Diggory, dragged herself into bed and fell asleep instantly, before she could be bothered to turn out the lamp.
James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius, however, had no thoughts in mind of sleep. They were too wired on sugar and Pumpkin Fizz, which had an extremely dangerous amount of caffeine in it. Well, dangerous when the Marauders were the ones drinking it.
They'd huddled under James's invisibility cloak, pockets stuffed with fireworks and matches, laughing and sniggering uncontrollably.
"Shh!" Peter whimpered, though he couldn't help but give a bit of a laugh himself as Remus nearly tumbled down the dormitory stairs. When they'd calmed themselves down a bit, they continued on their way, pushing open the portrait of the fat lady and venturing down the silent, dark corridor.
"Severus isn't gonna know what hit him!" Remus snickered, crashing into Sirius. The two of them nearly fell over with laughter, and James, who could barely stand himself, tried to mutter "Shh! Shh!" but it just made them laugh harder.
Finally, nearly fifteen minutes later, they'd managed to stumble their way down to the dungeons, stopping to kick Mrs. Norris on their way.
"Allright," James said quietly. "Don't any of you make a sound. We're gonna sneak right up to his room, set em off, and RUN. Got it?" The others nodded. Sirius swallowed another laugh.
"Buggerworm," James said, and the doorway to the cold Slytherin common room swung open.
The staircase was fairly simple to find- the common room was set up in the same way as Gryffindor's. They climbed the stairs carefully, stopping for a moment when Peter swore he heard something.
SIXTH YEARS. The Marauders found the marked door and pushed it silently open. Sirius sniggered again as they entered the room, and James whacked him in the back of the head. The boys emptied their pockets, making a giant pile of fireworks by the door.
"On three, I think," James said, holding up a lit match to show what he meant. The other's lit their matches and held them out.
"One," Sirius choked out, and burst into another round of laughter. He'd had a bit more pumpkin fizz than the others.
"Two," Peter whimpered. He looked as if he was about to pee his pants.
"Three!" James whispered. They dropped their burning matches onto the fireworks and did exactly as James had instructed- RAN.
They'd made it to the doorway of the common room when they heard the explosion- it sounded as though several large bombs had exploded in the boys dormitory. The unmistakable shouts of Severus Snape, Lucious Malfoy, and the other three Slytherin sixth years echoed through the house.
The Marauders piled out into the corridor, not bothering with the cloak and laughing harder than they ever had. They raced down the hallways, and had just about made it to the Gryffindor common room when-
"Meow!" a loud, almost evil sound errupted from the floor in front of them. Mrs. Norris was hissing at them, back arched. They stopped, laughter lost. They stared at each other a moment, and Peter squeaked as footsteps echoed down the hallway.
"Filch!" Remus whispered, and the four of them struggled to get under the cloak. Too late.
"Ah, good work, my sweet," Filch said to his cat, grinning horribly at the four boys. He'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but they happened to know there was a secret passage hidden behind the portrait to the right of them.
"Reckon we shouldn't have kicked her," Sirius muttered under his breath. James elbowed him in the stomach.
"I think, boys, that a trip to the headmaster is in order, don't you?" Filch said, still flashing his ugly, yellow-toothed smile at them. Peter groaned, and the others followed Filch up the hallway to the stone gargoyl entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office.
DISCLAIMER: All the characters, (Minus Susana, Cass, and a few professors) Belong to JK ROWLING!!! Not me!!!! So don't sue, I have no money!
ONE/I SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD
"Slaiman with the quaffel, he heads towards the Gryffindor goalpost- NICE SAVE by keeper Patricia Abergasty, and Gryffindor in possesion- wait, whats this- YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! JAMES POTTER HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!"
James was only slightly aware of the roar of the crowd, or Ty Jordan's commentary. At that moment, wind whipping through James's messy black hair, he was only aware of one thing; a little, glittering, golden ball that was swimming in the air in front of him. This was it- He reached out with his hands, nearly falling forwards off of his broom-
"YES! HE'S DONE IT! JAMES HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR BEATS SLYTHERIN 200 TO 20 FOR THE CUP!" Ty's shouts were barely heard over the deafening booming coming from the stands. Sure, it was no big surprise that the Gryffindor's had won- after all, ever since James's second year (and first year on the team) they'd never failed to loose a match. Now, in James's sixth year, the tradition was still being carried on-
James took a few victory laps around the stadium, fist high in the air. The golden wings of the tiny snitch could just be seen as James flew over his admirers and fans, all of them cheering him on. He grinned widely and landed next to his team, which probably wasn't the smartest idea. The rest of team launched themselves on him, screaming, "Yes! James! You did it! We won!" Spectators were pouring out into the field, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Petigrew in the lead. James untangled himself from his team and his friends began beating him on the back in congradulations. Soon James was surrounded by a huge group of fans, his girlfriend, Victoria Patil, pushing her way towards him. He swept her up in a big hug swung her around, while she laughed joyfully and yelled, "Yes! James, you did it!" As he put her down, the Marauders hoisted James up and carried him up to the common room on their shoulders, the rest of the Gryffindors following eagerly behind. James had never been happier in his life.
Lily Evans stood with her friends Susana Longbottom and Cassandra Hollands in the stands, cheering on the popular James Potter as he reached for the snitch. As his hands grasped it's fluttering wings, Lily, Susana, and Cass yelled themselves hoarse. Cass and Lily jumped up and down, hugging each other and shrieking "We've won! We've won!" Susan yelled and hugged the person nearest to her- Arthur Weasly, a third year. Arthur looked a bit embaressed, but he, too, was extremely excited about Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup.
"Yes! We've won the cup, I'm so glad! That awfull Lucious Malfoy would never have let us hear the end of it if he'd gotten to the snitch first!" Lily exclaimed, dancing about and hugging Cassandra again. Cass laughed and Susana turned to them, eyes sparkling.
"Party time!" She announced, and pointed to the massive hoard of Gryffindors hurrying eagerly up to the castle, James and the rest of the team being carried by everyone else. Cass, Lily, and Susana grinned at each other, then took off after their house.
Nearly seven hours later, at eleven o'clock, the party in Gryffindor house was still going strong. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had snuck out earlier, returning with bottles of butterbeer and pumpkin fizz, Berty Bott's and Chocolate frogs. They handed them out to people, throwing them at a few that they didn't particularly like.
Lily, Susana, and Cass managed to get three bottles of Butterbeer and a box of Berty Bott's to share. They settled on the sofa in front of the fire, joining the large group that was encircling James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius. The four of them were doing a stand-up act, and their audience was in stitches. No doubt that the four of them were funny.
James, Remus, Sirius and Peter were in their sixth year, just as Lily, Cass, and Susan were. Though they had most classes together, Lily'd never really talked to James. Not since at least first or second year, anyway. They'd gotten caught up in their own lives, and James, whose popularity level was through the roof, never had time to talk to Lily anymore. She didn't mind though, she could have her own fun. Without the famous James Potter. To prove this to herself, she got up and went to find some other entertainment.
At three o'clock in the morning, the final stragglers left the common room. The young head of Gryffindor house, a new witch named Minerva McGonagall, had finally burst into the common room and demanded that they go to sleep.
Normally, she would have come and yelled much earlier, but she'd had one too many pints of mulled mead with the headmaster, and had just now worked up enough energy to come tell everyone off.
Perhaps she wouldn't have been so mad if Sirius and James hadn't been trying to set off a round of Fillibuster Fireworks.
Lily, full of junkfood and still slightly giddy from tonight's party, which she'd spent flirting with a fifth year named Amos Diggory, dragged herself into bed and fell asleep instantly, before she could be bothered to turn out the lamp.
James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius, however, had no thoughts in mind of sleep. They were too wired on sugar and Pumpkin Fizz, which had an extremely dangerous amount of caffeine in it. Well, dangerous when the Marauders were the ones drinking it.
They'd huddled under James's invisibility cloak, pockets stuffed with fireworks and matches, laughing and sniggering uncontrollably.
"Shh!" Peter whimpered, though he couldn't help but give a bit of a laugh himself as Remus nearly tumbled down the dormitory stairs. When they'd calmed themselves down a bit, they continued on their way, pushing open the portrait of the fat lady and venturing down the silent, dark corridor.
"Severus isn't gonna know what hit him!" Remus snickered, crashing into Sirius. The two of them nearly fell over with laughter, and James, who could barely stand himself, tried to mutter "Shh! Shh!" but it just made them laugh harder.
Finally, nearly fifteen minutes later, they'd managed to stumble their way down to the dungeons, stopping to kick Mrs. Norris on their way.
"Allright," James said quietly. "Don't any of you make a sound. We're gonna sneak right up to his room, set em off, and RUN. Got it?" The others nodded. Sirius swallowed another laugh.
"Buggerworm," James said, and the doorway to the cold Slytherin common room swung open.
The staircase was fairly simple to find- the common room was set up in the same way as Gryffindor's. They climbed the stairs carefully, stopping for a moment when Peter swore he heard something.
SIXTH YEARS. The Marauders found the marked door and pushed it silently open. Sirius sniggered again as they entered the room, and James whacked him in the back of the head. The boys emptied their pockets, making a giant pile of fireworks by the door.
"On three, I think," James said, holding up a lit match to show what he meant. The other's lit their matches and held them out.
"One," Sirius choked out, and burst into another round of laughter. He'd had a bit more pumpkin fizz than the others.
"Two," Peter whimpered. He looked as if he was about to pee his pants.
"Three!" James whispered. They dropped their burning matches onto the fireworks and did exactly as James had instructed- RAN.
They'd made it to the doorway of the common room when they heard the explosion- it sounded as though several large bombs had exploded in the boys dormitory. The unmistakable shouts of Severus Snape, Lucious Malfoy, and the other three Slytherin sixth years echoed through the house.
The Marauders piled out into the corridor, not bothering with the cloak and laughing harder than they ever had. They raced down the hallways, and had just about made it to the Gryffindor common room when-
"Meow!" a loud, almost evil sound errupted from the floor in front of them. Mrs. Norris was hissing at them, back arched. They stopped, laughter lost. They stared at each other a moment, and Peter squeaked as footsteps echoed down the hallway.
"Filch!" Remus whispered, and the four of them struggled to get under the cloak. Too late.
"Ah, good work, my sweet," Filch said to his cat, grinning horribly at the four boys. He'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but they happened to know there was a secret passage hidden behind the portrait to the right of them.
"Reckon we shouldn't have kicked her," Sirius muttered under his breath. James elbowed him in the stomach.
"I think, boys, that a trip to the headmaster is in order, don't you?" Filch said, still flashing his ugly, yellow-toothed smile at them. Peter groaned, and the others followed Filch up the hallway to the stone gargoyl entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office.