A/N: This is the first chapter of a new story! Yes yes! I story! Not just a one-shot! But this isn't just any story! It is a joint-story with my best friend Liz! A.K.A Elizanut. I am not sure if she has anything up at the moment though, but she is wonderful! In fact, so wonderful, that she wrote this first chapter! I will be writing the next chapter and we will go back and forth! So please! Read and enjoy! :D

V for Vendetta and Vengeance

By Misses Prongs and Elizanut

Chapter 1 (written by Elizanut. Ideas contributed by both her and myself)

"Shhh, we need to do this quickly and quietly. Everyone go into stealth mode!" A boy with shoulder length, dark hair and charming gray eyes was seen sliding against the wall of the corridor that he and a group of his friends were walking down.

"Sirius Black, knock it off. Practically everyone is occupied with breakfast in the Great Hall right now. If we act suspicious-"

"-By acting like ninja's!" Chirped a girl with deep brown eyes and blonde, highlighted hair.

"-we will most certainly be caught." The first girl finished with an indignant huff towards the interruption from the other girl. Flipping her long, wavy, black tresses over her shoulder, the girl continued to walk alongside her friends.

"Maisie, love, you're ruining all the fun." Sirius removed himself from the wall and snaked an arm around the dark haired girl's waist.

"Well you aren't being practical," Maisie said defensively as she pushed Sirius away from her.

"Oh, of course! Being 'obviously sneaky' isn't practical. On another hand, joining your friends on an escapade to steal something valuable to the school we all attend is most definitely a very practical thing to do."

"Making your hair look even messier isn't practical either but, mate, you sure do it a lot," Sirius said as his friend dropped his hand to his side after having run his fingers through his jet black hair to ruffle it into an even less tidy state than it had been in before.

"Look who's talking," the messy haired boy retorted.

"I think that's enough chatter about practicality," spoke a third boy. This one had an exhausted expression on his face as he shook his head. His light brown hair fell into his eyes as he did this, so he swept it back as he glanced around to see if anyone was watching them.

"But Remus, my friend, discussing practicality is quite practical, so everyone should discuss whether they're speaking practically about practicality, right James?" Sirius smirked.

"Exactly," replied the other dark haired boy.

"No, not 'exactly'! That hardly made any sense at all! You merely made yourself sound like a fool." Maisie frowned at Sirius, causing him to look rather abashed.

"Your girlfriend is harsh," James chuckled at his friend's facial expression.

"James..." The blonde girl had stopped walking and was staring at something not too much further down the corridor.

"Yes, Abby dear?" James glanced at his beloved and then followed her line of sight to see what she was looking at. As soon as his eyes caught sight, a frown lept onto his face. "Oh...

At the sound of James' "Oh" everyone stopped to look at what the other two were already gazing at. Sirius let out a cough that sounded an awful lot like an extremely rude swear word, earning him a harsh look from Maisie, who seemed unperturbed by what appeared to be bothering everyone else.

"She's a whore," said the squeaky voice of the boy that had been quietly tagging along with his friends.

"Peter!" Abby gasped, staring at the mousy boy.

"He's right," Sirius laughed, clapping his friend on the back jovially.

"Who is she, exactly?" asked Maisie who was wearing a wide-eyed look now.

"An ex-girlfriend," James answered gruffly.

"To whom?"

"You really have to ask?" Abby looked at Maisie in amazement.

"Well... No, of course not. Nevermind." Maisie's reply caused Abby to smile.

"Just ignore her," Remus said quietly as he began to walk again. "Simply don't acknowledge her."

Taking Remus' advice, everyone began walking again. Unfortunately, they didn't make it much further before the girl finally noticed them as well. Flipping her long chocolate brown hair over her shoulder, the girl winked one of her hazel eyes at Sirius, smirked at James and Abby, and ignored the severe look that Maisie had given her for winking at Sirius. James had pulled Abby close to him with his arm securely around her waist, and kept looking ahead, refusing to give her any of the attention that he knew she desired. She had always seemed to crave attention, which was probably the main reason she had even dated James.

As the group drew closer to Kaari, the girl they so desperately wished to avoid, they realized that she had stepped right into their path with a clear intention of stopping them. Abby clearly could not keep herself contained any longer and using a highly artificial sweetness, she batted her eyelashes, stepped ahead of her friends, pulling away from James in the process, and looked at Kaari. "Bitch face, could you kindly get your arse out of the way? You're blocking the door to the room we so greatly desire to enter." There was a very sarcastic tone applied to everything she said.

Due to the fact that Abby generally didn't behave this way, or speak in that manner, everyone standing there, including Kaari, was relatively baffled by what Abby had just said. Sirius was the only one that snickered in amusement, the rest of them were too appalled by everything to really do anything besides stare in disbelief.

Kaari, taking the least time to recover, cast away her shocked look and placed her usual superior smirk back on her face. "Why, exactly, are you baboon-brained bumbleheads headed to the trophy room? This is the second time someone's been in there in just a matter of minutes."

Ignoring the last part of Kaari's statement, Maisie laughed a very half-hearted sort of laugh. "Baboon-brained? I find that awfully hilarious coming from a Slytherin." This statement seemed to spark some sort of rage within Kaari, but before she could retort, Remus had spoken.

"What do you mean by 'the second time'? Who else was in the trophy room and did you see what they were doing in there?" Remus appeared to be the only person that had ignored Kaari's insult and realized exactly what she had said.

"Oh, I don't think I should tell you that. What pleasure would it bring me to share my knowledge with you?"

"Knowledge? If that's all the knowledge you have, I'm surprised you've made it this far in life and I'm afraid there isn't much hope for you getting anywhere else." Maisie was clearly unimpressed by Kaari, which seemed to create a sort of negative energy between them - one that had already existed between Kaari and the others.

"There's no use in letting her upset us, let's just keep going. She's not going to tell us anything." James spoke in a rather cold tone as he moved forward, took a hold of Abby's hand and pushed past Kaari.

"James is right," Remus said calmly as he followed the other two. The other three silently agreed and followed their friends into the trophy room.

Before Peter had even finished scurrying into the room, like the tag-along that he was, James and Sirius were in an outrage.

"Where the bloody hell is the damn thing?" James kept turning in circles, looking everywhere in the trophy room for the thing that was missing.

"How did someone else get to it before us?" Sirius raved as he kicked the wall and stubbed his toe, which resulted in the stringing together of a long list of swear words.

"Kaari knows," Abby stated bitterly. "There's no way we're asking her again though. She would just love to have us begging for her... 'knowledge', as she calls it."

"We could torture her," Maisie suggested, getting a rather terrified look from Sirius. "I wasn't serious."

"I know that, because I'm Sirius, so therefore you can't be."

"Sirius! This is no time for your stupid name puns," Maisie snapped.

Remus coughed rather abruptly to get everyone's attention. "Need I remind everyone that this isn't the first time someone has done this to us this year?"

"Yeah, what exactly has been going on this year?" James asked in a way with a frown painted on his face.

"Well, you see, someone keeps beating us-" Peter began, only to be cut off by Remus.

"His question was rhetorical, Wormtail."

"Since it's not here, we should get out of here before..." Abby trailed off as she stared in Remus' direction.

There was a look of utmost terror on her face as she slipped into hiding behind her boyfriend.

"Oh, look what we have here my pretty," a growly, delighted voice said from behind Remus, in the doorway. The man's words were followed by the meow of a large, red-eyed cat standing by his feet.

"Again, really?" Maisie grumbled, thinking of all the time she was about to lose in an indefinable number of detentions with everyone else in the room. It may be close to the end of their last school year, but not close enough to make the number of days seem less formidable. Ever since meeting this group of Marauders, she'd found herself locked in a classroom for detention at least twice a month. It made her question why she had actually permitted herself to date one of them.

"Silence," Filch, the cranky, cat-loving, caretaker snapped when James attempted to explain that they had every right to be in that room, since it wasn't after hours or time for class. "I heard from a secret source that you brats are up to no good, as usual."

Remus stepped away from the door and Peter quickly hid behind him, cowering. "Wormtail, stop whimpering," Remus whispered.

Sirius, gathering up all of his courage and wittiness, stepped towards Filch. "We have nothing to hide! Do a cavity search if you must, but be gentle!"

"Sirius Black!" Maisie grabbed his arm and pulled him back to where he was standing before he had decided to make a fool of himself... again.

"I said, silence!" Filch roared at them. "Where's the house cup? My source said you filthy, little, delinquents took it, and it isn't where it should be!" His knobbly finger was pointed at an empty space between the Quidditch Cup and a special services award to a past student.

"Perhaps you lost it while you were cleaning everything in here," James suggested innocently.

"Oh wait, he never cleans anything!" Sirius snorted as he, James, and Abby went into a fit of laughter.

"Enough! We're taking this to the Headmaster. You've stolen school property. You'll be expelled for sure this time!" Filch's words immediately halted the laughter and jokes.

"We didn't steal anything!" Abby argued.

"Doesn't mean we weren't going to," Sirius said in a hushed tone.

"Can't help it if someone beat us to it," James replied just as quietly. The two of them snickered a little.

Maisie was giving Sirius a look that clearly ordered him to shut his mouth, while Peter continued to quiver in fear behind Remus, who was shaking his head in disapproval. Abby continued to argue with Filch, soon assisted by her boyfriend.

Twenty minutes later the whole lot of them, including Filch and Mrs. Norris, were crowded into the headmaster's office. The girls had been offered the chairs opposite of the headmasters seat on the other side of the desk and were now seated there. Filch was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, eager to hear the headmasters decision on punishments for his least favorite students. The boys stood silently, waiting for the same thing Filch was, only they weren't nearly as enthused as he was.

Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, peered over his steepled fingers at the students who were all avoiding his gaze. Whenever making eye contact with Professor Dumbledore it felt as if he was gazing into the very depths of your soul. When you were as mischievous as this group, the last thing you wanted was the feeling that someone knew everything you did or thought.

"Professor," Abby spoke quietly, her eyes resting on the large desk in front of her.

"Yes, Miss Abigail?"

"We swear we didn't steal the House Cup," she said, glancing up to see what his reaction would be.

"Ah, I see." Dumbledore smiled.

"That's not true! I saw them in there! They're lying little-"

"Argus, would you please leave so that I may speak with these brilliant young students? Thank you." Dumbledore gestured to the door as he spoke to the caretaker.

With must displeasure and irritation, Filch left the headmaster's office, grumbling all the way.

"Gentlemen, please take a seat," Dumbledore said to the boys after magically procuring four more chairs around the desk. "Would you like some tea?"

"Professor, we really didn't take it..." Abby repeated nervously.

"Yes, Miss Abigail, I heard you the first time. I have remarkably good hearing for someone as ancient as I. Tea?" Out of respect for the silly old man, everyone except James and Sirius accepted his offer for tea.

Now that everyone was settled, the Professor looked at everyone again, smiling rather brightly. "So, you didn't steal the House Cup," he stated. "I do believe you intended to though, did you not?" He chuckled at the wide-eyed expressions that the group gave him.

"Perhaps," Maisie sighed, refusing to openly admit to the intention of breaking rules.

"Ah, Miss Erin," Dumbledore looked over at her. "Or do you prefer Maisie?" His sparkling blue eyes seemed to wink as he spoke. "Dare I ask how someone, such as yourself, has managed to get themselves caught up in something like this?"

"No, you really shouldn't," she heaved another sigh and shook her head.

"Well, then perhaps we should get to the problem at hand. Who stole the House Cup, and most importantly, why did they steal it?"

"Sir, we don't know who stole it." Remus set his cup of tea down and frowned. "I'm not sure why anyone would be particularly interested in it anyway. Surely there isn't anyone, besides these two," he gestured towards Sirius and James, "that would want to take it just to create a little chaos.

"Ah yes, you two are quite the little deviants, aren't you?" Dumbledore continued to smile in a pleasantly amused way. "Since we don't know the who, maybe we can figure out why. I have a strong suspicion that it has nothing to do with creating chaos and everything to do with a vendetta."

"That's what I was thinking," Remus and Maisie said in unison. "This year has been rather interesting..." Remus continued in a thoughtful tone.

"Yes, it seems it has. I believe this isn't the first time you ladies and gentlemen have been framed for a crime you hadn't the chance commit."

"Well..." James thought for a moment. "We admit to nothing," he said slyly.

"Of course," Dumbledore replied. "Well, perhaps we should venture to the beginning to see what we can find? I believe if we evaluate the incidents of this past year, we may very well find both the who and the why."

"I think it all started that first time we were framed," Sirius said.

"No," Remus said quietly. "We should go furtherr back. We should start on the train. The events of this morning seem to lead there."

"Go on then," Dumbledore encouraged.

And to the beginning they went...

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