Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you? I don't own Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does! So, credit her for the idea, but the plot and several characters in this story are all mine! Haha! Just joking. Well, on with the story!

"Oy! Prongs get up!" A boy of sixteen, was jumping up and down wildly on his best friends bed.

The teenager being jumped on, was faintly aware of his bed moving up and down and someone screaming, very loudly and high pitched into his ear.

"Not now, mummy! I don't want to get up yet!" The boy replied. The other boy, Sirius Black, gave his friend (on the bed) James Potter, a strange look, his head cocked to one side.

"Mummy?" He asked in disbelief. James slightly stirred and woke up. He looked from Sirius to his Sirius' feet, which were firmly planted on either side of James, positioned in a jumping form.

"You don't even recognize your best friend! Mummy? Do I really sound like your Mum, Prongs? I'm hurt, deeply hurt." With that he jumped off the bed, with a loud thump walked out of the room, pretending to cry.

"Padfoot, that didn't work yesterday, or the day before that, and it won't work today either." James called out. Sirius stuck his head back in the room.

"It was worth a try though, wasn't it?" He asked pleadingly. He looked at James hopefully. James shook his head from side to side, his jet-black messy hair, swinging along with him.

"Ah, I'll try again tomorrow." Sirius said, plastering his famous cocky grin, that made all girls giggle madly and fall in love with him, to his face. James rubbed his tired eyes and reached to the nightstand for his round, wire-rimmed, black glasses. Feeling around a little bit, he found them and slipped them onto his nose, positioned in front of his eyes. Sirius gave James' bed one more jump and skipped out of the room, singing while doing so. James paid no attention or thought to the song as he got slipped on a robe over his pajamas, slipped on slippers and shuffled down the stairs into the kitchen. Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table, pouring himself a bowl of cereal lazily, with magic. He was leaning back in his chair, his feet on the table, flicking his wand simply, singing the awful song he was singing before.

"I am the almighty Sirius Lee Black

But don't judge me by my name.

I'm really not that sane.

He paused as he thought of what to sing next. His hand scratched his chin in a very cliché' way, Then, suddenly, he started to sing again.

"I'm handsome and smart and a real real man.

I am the best in the land!"

He sang it with very high-pitched notes and as he got to the last word, land, he dragged out the few notes.

"Oy! Padfoot, stop with that retched song!" James finally snapped, having to listen to the stupid song for two hours straight. They were packing and getting ready to go for their sixth year at Hogwarts.

"You must have like the greatest ego!" James exclaimed soon after. Sirius shook his finger at him.

"That's not what Lily said last year, in fifth year." He loved reminding James of that 'incident' " If I remember correctly, it was after we tortured old Snivellus and hung his upside. She said she wonders how your broom gets off the ground with that fat head o --" James cut Sirius off.

"I don't need to be reminded of it, thanks, Padfoot." He added sarcastically. Sirius shook his head enthusiastically.

"Welcome, mate!" He boasted proudly, not getting the sarcasm in James' voice. James sighed and returned to his packing. Sirius started whistling the tune to his song, onto around verse one hundred twenty three. James sighed and with one flick of his wrist, wand in hand, everything flew into his open trunk that stood at the foot of his bed, he wiped the non-existent sweat off his brows and watched as Sirius struggled with the stuff flying into his trunk, his spell went wrong and instead everything flew at him, as if he was made of a very sticky substance. Sirius gave a shrill scream of pain as one of his heavy books flew straight at his nose.

"Oy! James! HELP!" He screamed, cowering as all the items continued to consecutively attack him, both hands were held over his face and he was standing up against the wall. He ran out the door and the items continued to fly after him. James let out a laugh he was holding in and preceded to watch. He could hear the distant screams of Sirius as he ran around the house. After ten minutes, James was getting tired and bored of this, so he muttered the counter-course and watched the doorway. A disgruntled Sirius came through it, his shirt torn, his dark, brown hair, all over his face, a bruise forming on his nose and cheek, his lip bleeding. He glowered at James.

"You could've helped me sooner, you know." He mumbled. "I could've, but I really didn't want to, it was funny." was James' reply. Sirius made to attack him, but stopped as Mrs. Potter came in.

"Are you boy's done packing?" She asked calmly, a smile on her face. The smile disappeared as Sirius turned around and she got a better look at him.

"Oh Merlin! What happened to him?" She looked accusingly at James, hands on hips.

"School supplies." James sighed. Mrs. Potter gave him a puzzled expression in turn, so he explained further on.

"His spell went wrong while we were packing and all his school supplies went after him, attacking him, so he ran around the house, and they still followed him, finally, I stopped them for him."

"Why didn't you stop them right away!" Mrs. Potter yelled, (Sirius cringed at the loudness) while she examined the damage done. She quickly took out her wand, muttered some kind of spell and all the wreckage disappeared. She double checked if everything was okay and walked out the room when she was done, muttering something about boys being boys and no stopping them. Sirius shook out his head, his hair flying all over the place, looking exactly like his animagus form, that, of a dog.

You see, all of the Marauders are animagi's. Sirius', as said above, is a great big shaggy black dog, roughly the size of a bear. Therefore, he got the nickname Padfoot. James' is a male deer, a great beige colored stag, earning the nickname Prongs.

Sirius ran out the door, and came back in carrying all the stuff. He stuffed it all in so messily, it looked like a tornado ran through it. He gave a thumps up to James and they walked outside into the garden to fly around a bit on their new brooms, Silver Arrows, that they got as gifts from James' parents. A soft breeze ruffled they're hair as the mounted their brooms, and they were off.

A/N: Hey People! I am pretty fond of this chapter. The first line, and most of the chapter was thanks to Padfoot(ANGEL xx) Well, do you like it? Tell me in reviews, please! Thanks! Well, I'm out!

-Prongs