I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Hope you enjoy this and please review, thanks. Throughout this story the POV's will change between the four Marauders.

Chapter One

James

27th March 1971.

I woke up to the incredibly annoying sound of loud chatter coming from the people walking alongside my house, 'I. Want. Sleep.' I thought to myself but considering I wouldn't be able to get anymore, I decided to get up. Although dreading to say good morning to my family (as I always feel), I was quite excited because knowing that this could be the day when they eventually become proud of me was enough to get me out of bed properly, because you see today was my birthday, to be exact, today was my 11th birthday which to those who don't know, is the age of admittance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

As I gradually, (yes gradually, its early ok?) got up from the comfort of my bed and made my way down the creaking stairs, I could hear the excited voices murmuring in the kitchen;

"When do you think it'll arrive?" a feminine voice asked which probably came from my mother although it could've been our next door neighbour Wendy, she's here a lot, "Any time soon?" Anyway, I was guessing it was my mother.

"Stop panicking woman, it'll arrive whenever Dumbledore sends it!" my dad answered with a hint of anger in his voice that nobody but me, ever seemed to notice.

"I really want it to be there for him when he eventually wakes up though!" an equally annoyed voice retorted.

"Of course it'll be here for when he wakes up! He's like sleeping beauty minus the beauty" he replied laughing, he got a giggle out of my mother too.

Sleeping Beauty minus the beauty? No way am I letting that pass! Wanting revenge, I noticed a small but hard ball a few steps above me so, naturally, I picked it up. Bringing it above my head, I aimed and fired right at his above-average sized head. Quickly ducking backwards in an attempt to hide myself so I wouldn't be caught, I watched eagerly as the ball flew across the room and hit its target, muffling my laughter whilst doing so. After a few minutes being as still as possible as he flailed about to see who threw it, I then decided that I was safe to show myself, I slowly got up and acted as naturally as possible which of course meant that it wasn't as nonchalant as one would've hoped.

Whistling as I walked in, I made my rather sarcastic greeting with a nice, innocent smile, "Hello, Sleeping Beauty has awoken"

A look of guilt flashed upon my father's face as he acted as if he didn't know what I was talking about, "Happy Birthday, Son!" he beamed, hastily changing the subject.

"Thanks Da-" I was about to reply but got sorely interrupted by my mother making haste towards with me with her arms flung open, she engulfed me in a embrace mumbling things about my 11th birthday and Hogwarts. Amazingly, as soon as she mentioned Hogwarts, an easily recognised hoot of an owl drew closer and closer before taking stance on our kitchen counter; with a white, crisp envelope in its beak, the scrawl of Dumbledore's infamous writing marking the front, that was it, this was my acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Sirius

I sat on my unmade bed thinking of how useful I could be today, Ha! No really, I was trying to avoid my incredibly annoying family at all costs but they do make it difficult, I mean how could I ignore them when they insisted on shouting insults up at me, knowing how angry I would get? It was the same as any other day if I'm honest, I must've been called trampy a million times already, (that was their main insult with me, just to clarify, I am not trampy). They repeatedly hammered against my door for about an hour (you have to admire their persistence), until I couldn't take any more, I finally exploded with rage, yelling all insults under the sun back at them, and finished with a simple "Will you two bloody stop it now!" But of course they didn't.

"We've got something to show you and don't use that kind of language with me you piece of crap" my charming mother bellowed back.

"Yeah, you piece of crap" my younger brother Regulus chimed in.

I launched myself through my door, (well not literally through the door, I opened the door first but you get my point), taking down Regulus on my way, something unexpected to Regulus and my mother. Getting a few hits in here and there, my anger slowly subsided and I was finally able to control myself before my mother had to pry me off her favourite son.

"We have your Hogwarts letter, you ungrateful brat" She scowled as she looked over Regulus to check that he was okay, not once letting her gaze rest on me.

"Right, where is it?" I asked bluntly, forgetting formalities.

"Downstairs in the kitchen" She stated, matter-of-factly, as I went to go downstairs she added, "Oh, and tell Kreacher to put on breakfast."

With a devilish grin I replied "Why Kreacher? I thought I was the family slave" and with that I was gone.

Remus

As usual I had awoken early to start on the breakfast whilst my mother and father were still in their dreaming their lives away, as I was waiting for the bacon to cook; I spared yet another glance towards the window for the millionth time this week. Sighing, I heard soft footsteps creeping ever so slowly towards the Kitchen, knowing it was my mother since she was the early riser, I turned around and smiled.

"Still not here yet love?" she asked almost automatically seeing as this was the daily conversation between us.

"No, not here..." I replied, hoping she would reassure me, but every other day she left it hanging.

"Well I've been speaking to George's mother on the phone and..." she hesitated, I looked at her urging her to go on, "Well, she said George got his today"

A dazzling grin spread across my face, "George only lives two streets down from us! What if I get mine today?" I said eagerly waving my arms about almost knocking the pan over, but I could tell by her eyes this wasn't what she was hoping to hear from me.

"Yes, it could come today but sweetie... let's not get our hopes up shall we?" she answered softly, her eyes set sternly upon me as she said it.

I mumbled a reply which must've been hard to translate as she questioned what I said. Just as I was about to answer, the letterbox rattled and my face lit up with sheer joy. I shared a quick look with my mother as we both darted to the letterbox at the same time, wondering if I was finally going to get my escape to the magical world, I hesitated a bit. Then I saw the small, white envelope laying on the mat, waiting to be opened, the red Hogwarts crest gleaming up at me. It was here.

Peter

I was eating my second helping of breakfast that was big enough for two grown men when my parents came thundering down the stairs talking about letters, the only thing that stopped them from doubting that I was a wizard seeing as I had barely done anything remotely magical before this day.

"It can't be long now" My dad reassured me whilst patting me on the back, only to receive a mere mumble as my reply. Did they not realise that I didn't care right now, I mean breakfast guys?

"Don't worry son, Dumbledore kept me waiting too. He must keep the best till last!" She said putting particular emphasis in the word best and also winking at me. That I could believe. Ha, knowing my luck, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd forgotten to post my bloody letter. I never dwelled on this thought too much as I didn't keep my hopes up in case they did forget my letter or worse, I was a squib! To avoid thinking about it, I carried on eating my delicious breakfast, when suddenly a yelp of happiness told me that my mother and father had been right. They didn't forget to post my letter and I wasn't a squib, I was definitely going to Hogwarts!