Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling except the Potions professor
because I don't want to own him so he doesn't belong to anyone unless someone
wants to own him...
Dedicated to: Bella (who uploaded this for me; thanks!), Lilers, Reine and Xavi.
A/N: I don't really have anything to say. Just review please, and I'm going to
continue this whether you like it or not, so it's useless to flame. If you feel
that you're already not going to like this, go away. *glimpses a purple weasel*
Oh look! How pretty!
Chapter One: The Dare
'Wow! That was so cool! Did you see how the professor didn't even clap his
hands to the rhythm? He must be stupid!' Sirius grinned. He had just played a
prank on their Potions Professor. It consisted of him dancing around the
classroom while singing and clapping. And all this because Sirius had
'accidentally' dropped something into his pumpkin juice during lunch.
James was smiling, although he didn't really feel like it. He knew it wasn't
because he was jealous or anything. In fact, it had been him who had been
praising Sirius. Earlier that week, he had told him that now that they were in
their 5th year, they were really too old to play any more pranks. And Sirius,
being the Sirius Black, Number 1 prankster he was, had just played a prank to
defy him, James Potter.
But he knew he wasn't jealous. What he was feeling was a longing, a longing to
be the same second former he was once; playing five pranks a day, earning ten
detentions a week, making McGonagall wish that the Marauders had never been
born, and living the happy, normal life of a Hogwarts Student.
But now, unfortunately, he was a prefect. He clearly remembered his meeting
with Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore had talked to him seriously for a long
time, and in the end he had finished: 'Don't disappoint me, James. You've got
great power. Use it well, and not only I, but even others shall be proud of
you.'
Damn Sirius. He had to go and make him wish to play another prank. He hadn't
played one for ages...
'No, James.' James sighed. Remus, the sensible one. How did he always know
what he was thinking? He'd have to tackle him about that later... imagine if he
could read McGonagall's mind and learn what she was going to give them for their
exam... cool!
'What?' He could play it innocent.
'Don't go getting ideas,' said Remus, glaring at Sirius from the couch he was
sitting on. 'It's enough to have one kid in the group...'
'Hey!' exclaimed Sirius. Remus smiled innocently.
'Now, now Sirius,' he said. 'Whatever made you think I was talking about you?'
Sirius stared at Remus suspiciously with narrowed eyes and began sulking. Remus
hid a snicker and turned back to James.
'Anyway James, we're prefects. You know that if normal 5th years do play
pranks, prefects don't.'
'Why ever not?' asked James stubbornly. Remus sighed.
'Fine. I just want to tell you that I don't think we should play any more
pranks...'
'We?'
'But if you come up with any idea, count me in.' James grinned.
'Thanks Moony, old pal. You know the Marauders need you.'
'If Sirius is one of them,' commented Remus. 'They certainly do.'
'That's not fair!' exclaimed Sirius. 'Anyway, I bet you two prefects wouldn't
even dare to play a prank.'
'Wouldn't we?' said James dangerously.
'Just tell us the thing, and we'll do it,' said Remus full of confidence.
'Fine,' grinned Sirius. 'I dare you to... lock a certain Gryffindor girl in the
portrait room for two days and one night.' James and Remus stared at him in
disbelief.
'What?' shouted James.
'No way...' breathed Remus.
'See?' smirked Sirius. 'I knew you wouldn't do it!' James and Remus looked at
each other and nodded.
'Fine,' said James.
'We'll do it,' continued Remus.
'But who is this certain girl going to be?' asked James warily. Sirius's grin
widened.
'Lily Evans.'
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A/N: *sob* I didn't manage to catch the purple weasel. Maybe some other
time... and yeah, review! Please...
