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"We definitely should not be doing this."

"Oh, this is so much fun, I think it beats the skinny dipping fiasco last year"

Remus Lupin rolled his eyes at the messy-haired, green-eyed Gryffindor that was toilet papering the gamekeeper's little cabin. Sirius came around to their side of the building with a sly look on his face and two rolls of toilet paper in his hands.

"James, I'm getting teary, we've done such a beautiful job." Sirius slapped the other boy on his back and looked up with pride at the now almost white roof. "Yes, I think we've outdone ourselves."

James laughed and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the apprehensive look that crossed Remus's face. They were 17, it was their last year at Hogwarts, and a little more mischief couldn't hurt anyone. "Oh Sirius, it's tragic, we won't be able to do this any more after this year."

"Who says we have to stop?" Sirius asked with a roguish curl of the lip. "We have the whole world to-"

"Hey! Who's there?" Someone's voice called out from the direction of the castle.

"Oh bloody hell," said Sirius as he started to run towards the lake, but when only Remus followed, he yelled after James, "Come on, James! What are you waiting for?"

"Where's Wormtail?" He asked.

"Who cares? Let's get out of here, now, before we get caught!" Sirius began running towards the lake again.

But James couldn't just leave Peter there to get caught by himself, and he started to search around the perimeter of the cabin. "Wormtail, you there?" He asked, more panicked now because he heard the footsteps getting louder and louder. "Wormtail! If you don't show yourself right now I swear I'm gonna curse you." He tried to whisper it, but it was already too late if he had wanted not to get caught, because Albus Dumbledore was standing right beside him.

"Oh, hello sir. Lovely evening, isn't it?" James said as nonchalantly as possible.

"Mr. Potter, there are lavatories inside the school for you to use as freely as you wish; and unless you were using the toilet paper in your hand there, for any other reason than decorating Hagrid's cabin, please object now."

There was a pause, then Dumbledore turned towards the castle and said, "Then you will kindly follow me up to my office."

James stood still for a few seconds before he began to follow the swoosh of the older man's robes. How come he couldn't think of any viable excuse? He asked himself. Then again, he was standing with two rolls of toilet paper beside a tepee'd cabin, there was no way he could've gotten out of it. Now he was going to get into so much trouble he was never going to see the light of day again, especially after his parents found out. Oh God, his parents were going to go mental. And it was all because he could not leave behind Peter Pettigrew, whom he didn't even find anyway. Peter's going to hear it tomorrow.

Inside Dumbledore's office, James sat uncomfortably in a leather chair facing him. Dumbledore was eyeing him with disappointment.

"Well Mr. Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?"

James did not know what to say, so he just sat quietly with his eyes fixed on his feet. Dumbledore had caught him as good as red handed, so there was no defense in his case.

"Who helped you to vandalize Hagrid's cabin? There had to be more than one of you."

James continued to avert his headmaster's peircing gaze and said, "No, sir. It was only me."

"Well I plan to question your friends about this incident, seeing as you boys usually never create mischief by yourselves."

"No, professor," James quickly piped up, "My friends had nothing to do with this, I swear. I was the only one who wanted to tepee that cabin, I was alone, you don't have to ask them, they'll say the same thing."

Dumbledore looked a little skeptical, but seeing as he had no proof against the other boys said, "Alright, Mr. Potter, your friends are safe. And now, there is only the matter of your punishment to decide."

Oh great. This is going to be brutal. James tried to brace himself for what he was about to hear.

"You will tutor."

"What? Come again?"

"Tutor: help a certain student with a class they are struggling with."

James thought he was getting off incredibly easy, and although he wasn't about to complain, he was thoroughly surprised.

The headmaster continued, "You will help this student every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for two hours until they require your service no longer."

"Who, exactly, is this student, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well, you see Mr. Potter, this person would like your lessons with her," It was a girl, he could handle pretty much any girl, this was going to be a dream job, "to be kept private." James' curiosity was piqued. Why would someone want their tutoring lessons to be secret? "Do you swear not to mention these lesson to anyone," Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair, "including Sirius?"

"Yes, Professor, I swear. No one will ever find out." And James meant it, as long as he could find out who this girl was."

"Ok, it is Lily Evans,"

A/N: Alright, that is the end of chapter one, i hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think!