September 2, 1971
Hello again. Today was a long day.
We had a whole lot of classes. Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and so on…I like most of them, but they all seem pretty boring.
My dorm is pretty uneventful. It's just me, Lina, Emma, Lily, Alice Fortescue (A/N: Alice Longbottom), and Olivia Patil. Olivia's brother seems to be adopted, because she has much paler skin than he does, and she confirmed it yesterday when we were chatting after dinner.
What really is important is last night.
Later last night we went down to the common room to find my brother and his group of friends there. We got them to play a game of truth or dare. It was pretty amazing.
Anyway, I hope my brother isn't getting into too much mischief. That would be bad.
See ya tomorrow!
Jenica Potter
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"Let me read," said James quietly. Lily smiled.
"It's the eight of September," she said, before handing over the book. He grinned slightly before reading.
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September 8, 1971
Sorry, I haven't written more often. But me and the Vagabonds (that's what we decided to call ourselves) have been so busy pranking the Marauders (my brother's group). Today we pulled the best prank on them! It was amazing. Here:
"You sure this is going to work?" asked Lina. "I mean if it doesn't work-"
"We won't get blamed, Jen's stupid brother will, no offense," Emma confirmed easily, buttering her roll.
"There is no need," I muttered, glancing down the table at "the tossers" as we like to call them.
"You know, it's kind of sad, we've only known them for eight days," said Lily quietly.
I snorted into my pumpkin juice, "I've known James my whole darn life!"
"You're his sister!" retorted Lina. "I grew up next to Remus!" They both had lived in the same town down the street from each other, Remus's father and her mother had both married Muggles. Their parents had thought it would be a grand idea if they played together, it mostly just turned into conversations on the last book they had read.
Lily sat back as she normally did whenever we had this conversation as she had never known any of "the tossers" before Hogwarts' Train Ride. Neither had Emma since both of them were Muggleborns.
"You know," cut in Emma, "we should think of a name, because I overheard a person, Remus, in the common room last night say that they should call themselves 'The Marauders'. I think it's a rather horrid name, but still, we can't be outdone by a bunch of boys!"
"I second the motion!" I called out, drawing the attention of the boy sitting next to me. "What?" I demanded as the boy shook his head and turned back to his friends.
"Third it," said Lina, biting into her muffin.
"Forth it," Lily agreed.
"That's settled, what should we call ourselves so we can sign it," asked Emma.
"The Rogues," I offered.
"Too weird," Lina dismissed, "how 'bout the Dogs!"
"No way, too smelly," Lily said. "How 'bout The Vagabonds?"
"Sounds good, be right back," Emma said as she dove into her school bag and pulled out a quill, ink, and parchment and began writing.
"What are you writing Em?" I asked.
"A letter to Dumbledore saying who did it."
"Isn't that kind of the point of a prank, not to know who did it?" asked Lily. Emma just shook her off, scribbling only faster.
Emma finished with the letter while we sat around waiting awkwardly.
"What time is it?"
"7:29," answered Lily
"Now."
Suddenly water came down out of the ceiling and soaked everyone, even the teachers. Emma sent her owl over to where Professor Dumbledore was sitting at the head table. We watched anxiously while his eyes danced across the page. We saw his mouth tug upwards in a smile before he got up and yelled, "QUIET!"
Silence filled the hall instantly.
"If I could ask all students who know the drying charm to please help the ones who do not."
When everyone was dried off they returned their attention to Dumbledore.
"You all may be wondering who did this." He waved his arm at the wet Great Hall. "Was it the boys who did it last time? The Marauders as they call themselves?" Everyone turned to face the tossers, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, who had all managed to prank the whole school in little less than a week. "It was not, as I have a confession written to me and sent to me as this was going on. And I quote, 'Professor Dumbledore, We send you our most sincere apologies to you and the staff and student body. Our targets were the infamous marauding boys, The Marauders (see what I did there). We did not mean to empty the entire black lake on the Great Hall, we merely did not want to go to the trouble of seeking out those boys and causing them more pain than water dumped on them. Think of it as a service to the school that we did not go through with some of our more...shall we say...adventurous plans. Yours Laughingly, The Vagabonds.'"
The whole Great Hall burst out laughing except four boys who were glowering at us.
"I personally would like to thank these...Vagabonds for lightening our difficult Wednesday. I am sure the rest of the staff is with me." I scanned the staff table. One or two teachers, like Professor Green (DADA) or Professor Walnut (Herbology) were laughing, while others like Professor McGonagall were glowering at us and looking like the prank had just made Wednesday the day of horridness. "Tut tut, it looks as though the time for class is coming, I would like whoever wants to take responsibility to come to my office along with the fine gentlemen known as the Marauders, this evening after dinner. You will not be punished, I just merely wish to know who you are."
So we went there after dinner and this is what happened.
We were standing outside Dumbledore's office watching the door carefully.
"What do yeh recon the password is?" asked Emma.
"Lollypops," guess Lina.
"Bertie Bots Every Flavored Beans," I guessed.
"Lemon Drop," guessed Lily.
"Yea Lily!" the rest of us yelled as the four of us climbed the stairs to get inside the Headmaster's office.
"It's what Emma's owl is named," Lily shrugged, "and Em told him what the owl's name was."
We walked silently up the steps and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" called the voice of a Professor Dumbledore.
Emma pushed open the door to expose Dumbledore and four boys, the Marauders.
"Ah...I thought it was you four," Dumbledore mused.
We nodded.
"Is that all you wanted Professor?" Lily asked.
"Why yes, Ms. Evans. You all may go now, good bye," Dumbledore said as the eight of them left the office.
It was strange. Then, in the common room after we got back we made up a contract. Here is a rough copy of what was in it:
We, the Vagabonds and the Marauders accept that we are in an agreement of war. The eight of us will never lift this war unless two of our members cross and marry. That is the only exception to our agreement.
We may not endanger anyone else. We may not kill anyone. We may not set fire to Hagrid's hut.
We here by agree to the terms above and agree that we may add things to the above.
Signed
Lily Evans James Potter Jenica Potter Remus Lupin
Emma Li Peter Pettigrew Sirius Black Lina Hawthorne
Goodnight. I'm tired. See ya tomorrow!
-Jenica Potter
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"Do you remember that?" asked James, smiling slightly. "We used to hate each other so much. It was hilarious."
"Not at the time though," laughed Lily, smiling. She gently took the book from her laughing husband, turned the page and smiled. "September 24, 1971…this sounds good…"
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! And no, I still don't own Harry Potter. Just on a side note, where did the term Potterhead come from...I was just thinking about that. Anywho. See ya tomorrow!