Oh my god I'm so sorry about the lateness of this chapter! I had three major works due, HSC Trial exams, and writers block.

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You guys actually gave me some ideas for further down the track. Also thank you to all those who have favourite/following my story. It really makes me feel better about my writing and helps me write faster.

Last note, I made a mistake on the first chapter, it's not Robert Lestrange it's Rodolphus. Sorry about that.

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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Seriously Lost

Professor McGonagall was on a mission. There was no stopping her when she was like this. She knew that James and Sirius were up to something, she had never seen them so quiet at dinner before. That never meant anything good.

She stalked around a corner and almost walked straight into Peeves the poltergeist. McGonagall hung her head in annoyance. She was not in the mood for any of Peeves' games. Although, it could be said that she was never in the mood for his games, but she had a one track mind tonight.

"Peeves, I don't care what trouble you cause tonight, just tell me, have you seen Black or Potter?" Peeves laughed and hung upside down in front of McGonagall.

"What in it for Peevsie?"

"If you tell me I won't call for the Bloody Baron." Peeves gave a shudder before shaking his head.

"Haven't seen them kitty cat." He blew a raspberry and floated away. Well, that wasn't very helpful at all. McGonagall stormed down the Great Stair case. If she didn't find someone causing trouble soon she was going to be in an even worse mood. It hadn't even been her night to patrol. She thought Potter was up to something so she switched with Flitwick. She now knew that was a foolish choice.

Just as she had begun to give up hope, an enormous bang sounded from a few flights below her. McGonagall swept down the stairs at top speed, following the pops, crashes, and shouts she could hear. Got you, she thought, but when she reached the bottom of the stairs she didn't find James Potter or Sirius Black. In fact, there was no one there at all, and yet the bangs were as loud as ever.

McGonagall looked up in time to see what looked like a pane of glass shattering in mid-air. She gasped as two teenage sized figures came hurtling toward her. She duck and they flew over her and straight into the wall opposite. McGonagall recognized them the moment they slumped to the floor.

"Potter! Evans! What on earth are you doing out of bed at this time of night?"

Two groans answered. Potter pulled himself up and leaned over Evans, his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Evans shook her head, still sprawled on the ground.

"No my leg… I don't think it's just my ankle broken anymore…" McGonagall had heard enough. A harmless prank was one thing, but to injure another student was unacceptable.

"James Potter what have you done?" His head whipped around to stare at McGonagall. She found that even though he looked like James, his eyes were bright green rather than their usual hazel. His mouth hung open slightly and his brows creased. His glasses slightly askew.

"Professor McGonagall?" He sounded surprised. Evans glanced up and gasped. McGonagall had been wrong, it wasn't Lily Evans. Sure, they had the same height and hair, but her face was completely different.

"Yes Potter, what were you expecting with all that racket you made? Get yourselves up to the Hospital Wing where we can discuss your punishment." He still looked confused. As if someone had Confunded him.

"But we … the Ministry… surrounded by Death Eaters… Stupefied… did you call me James?" He looked taken back. McGonagall had had enough. She pulled out her wand and pointed it directly at his chest.

"That is quite enough! To the Hospital Wing, NOW!" Potter flinched but nodded. He began to help the girl beside him up before turning his attention back to McGonagall. She was almost surprised to see a forcefulness in his gaze that sent shivers down her spine.

"Professor, Can you give me a hand? Her leg…" McGonagall sighed and cast Mobilicorpus and the girl began to float. She cast a nervous glance at Potter before closing her eyes. The Professor started up the stairs with the boy limping and wincing behind her.

James Potter was sitting at the edge of the Gryffindor Common Room, parchment propped up on his legs, and books placed in precarious positions around him. He had been at it all night. He had three essays due the next day, each in his worst subjects, Potions, History Of Magic, and Divinations. He had passed up the opportunity to go on a food run with Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail, and was starting to regret it.

At that moment, as if hearing his thoughts, the three boys in question stumbled through the portrait, their faces moulded into equally mischievous grins. Prongs instantly abandoned his parchment for the chance of something exciting.

"What have you got for me?" He asked with a smile. Sirius sat opposite him, dark hair falling into his eyes.

"How do you know we've got something?"

"Please, I always know." Sirius' smile grew. Remus rested on the wall beside James, whereas Peter coward behind Remus, like usual.

"It's risky, but it'll be worth the detention." James raised an eyebrow.

"Remus Lupin, enjoying a detention? Who are you and what have you done with Moony?" They laughed. Sirius leaned forward, taking the attention off Remus.

"Enchantments."

"What about them?"

"Imagine it, a normal breakfast in the Great Hall when, out of nowhere, the plates begin to float." Sirius' smile became infectious. James beamed back at his best friend, liking the idea already. This was a fairly normal event for the Marauders, coming up with pranks to play on as many people as they can find. Normally they would settle for things like exploding pastries, invisible furniture, but not this time. It was time for something big.

"It's a good idea, but it's missing something." Remus nodded.

"That's what I thought, then it hit me. What if we made them fly, and transparent." It was brilliant. Dumping food all over the place. Just what they needed.

"You know I'm in. Although, does anyone actually know the spell to make things transparent?" Sirius smiled.

"That's why we're so late. We stopped by the library–"

"You actually know where the library is?"

"Shut up. Like I was saying, we went by the library and found the seventh year charms book. Seeing how Remus is a teacher's pet, he was allowed to borrow it." Remus held up the book in question. James took it and flipped through the pages.

"Honestly Pad foot, sometimes you can be a genius."

"Sometimes?"

An hour later the boys were still in the common room, only this time, they were attempting to make an armchair transparent, and failing. Sirius had given up ten minutes ago and had settled for watching the others and eating a pumpkin pasty. Remus sighed and sat beside his friend.

"It's useless. It seems that we can't do this spell until seventh year." James grumbled and threw himself down in the chair they had been practicing on.

"I thought I had it that last time. What could be going wrong? I've mastered spells way harder than this one." Peter nodded and rushed into the seat next to James.

"Of course you have Prongs, but that's Transfiguration."

Remus nodded. "He's right you know. We'll try again tomorrow."

James shook his head. "No, I'm going to do it tonight. I know I can."

"Do what?" This was a new voice. The four of them turned to see a swish of red hair and a glint in her green eyes.

"Evans, what brings you out of bed after hours?" James felt the arrogance in his voice. Lily Evans rolled her eyes and looked to Remus.

"What are you lot doing? I hope it isn't another prank. The last one you pulled got you in detention for a month." Remus blushed and refused to meet her eyes. James and Sirius exchanged a glance and Padfoot stepped toward her.

"And what if we are planning something? What are you going to do about it?" Lily appealed to Moony.

"Remus, you're a Prefect. Please, do your job." With that, she turned and stormed back up the girls stairs. Sirius whistled.

"Feisty one you've got there Prongs. I'd almost say she didn't like you very much." James rolled his eyes as the rest of the Marauder's laughed. He unrolled one of his essays and pulled out his quill. It was close to two in the morning and his essays still weren't finished. He wasn't usually this bad, but seeing how last week had been the full moon, he'd allowed some time off from work.

Just as James put his quill to parchment there was a relatively close sound of banging. The Marauders exchanged inquisitive looks. They hadn't set anything up recently, especially not for any night time pranks. Sirius strode toward the Fat Lady's Portrait, but as he reached it something incredible strange happened. He didn't open it.

"Padfoot what the hell are you doing?"

Sirius turned around and stared at his friends. James instantly knew something was wrong. His friends eyes were wide and glassy, a large smile plastered across his face.

"I'm going to bed."

He walked straight past the Marauders and up the boys staircase. Peter whimpered and Remus stared at James. Both Moony and Prongs were confused. Since when does Padfoot pass up the opportunity to go chasing after strange noises? James and Remus walked toward the Portrait.

Both planted a hand on the door when a blissful feeling washed over them. James smiled dreamily and started walking toward the dorm, not noticing Wormtail's calls.

He curled into bed feeling happier than he had been since lunch. His essays lay forgotten on the window sill in the Common Room.