A/N: So I've decided to continue this, although I'm not sure how much I'm going to keep it. If I get a lot of people liking it, I will, but if not- sorry. Thank you so much to the reviews I got in the last chapter! I know that it was a long time ago, but I promise to update sooner than that for next time. I only just decided I was going to continue this today, anyways.

If you really need a disclaimer, I am honored.

The Hogwarts Express was leaving.

Well, roaring actually, to be more exact.

The ferocity of the chains pounded into the track, seeming to crush it underneath. A few people flinched, obviously not used to such a strange train storming through King's Cross.

James Potter gazed at the train descending farther and farther away, his mother's frantic screams

of "you're late!" ringing in his pointed ears. He smiled to himself mischievously, pulling a stopwatch out of his pocket. All in perfect time, of course.

The steam from the top of the train enveloped him and all of the other parents; some hugging each other, some crying, some with proud eyes or looks of concern. He tossed the stopwatch into the air and caught it perfectly with four fingers. It was two minutes past time.

But when the train's grey steam began to dissolve, and shrieks erupted from the cracks of the windows, James Potter smiled to himself. The train approached the platform once more, like a boomerang or a homing pigeon. Successful.

The doors opened immediately, a herd of first- year girls piling out and screeching; their high pitched voices a damage to the ears of many. The angry barking of a massive dog was evident in the cause of such a thing, although it was only distant in the background. James smiled to himself. He liked dogs.

"James Potter, what did you do?-"

His mother's face was pink with fury, but he was used to this look by now. Her eyes bugged out at all of the unattractive places, the rusted look of brown grotesque. He debated silently over telling her this, but then decided against it. He didn't want the grand finale to be missed even for a second of his mother's scorn.

"Oh look," he mumbled nonchalantly, as if she hadn't spoken. "Looks like I'll make it there after all."

The herd of first years were followed by a few Slytherins, who wore extremely pale faces- a sickly greenish yellow pallor that looked much more like they had been living as lab rats rather than in the comfort of fellow dark wizards. James snickered to himself, especially when he noticed that the most fragile of the group, no doubtedly Severus, stumbled out. A familiar scent of greasy hair puckered in his nose, and the thought was confirmed.

"Snivellus!" He yelled out, smiling to himself at his perfectly constructed plan. "In two and a half months, you still haven't bathed."

His voice was so loud that the first years, and in fact any other girl, turned around and giggled. Funny and cute? This day might turn out to be good after all.

The Gryffindors, brave knights of the school, marched out of the train last, headed by perfect Prefect Evans. James smiled to himself, watching as her legs moved. The long, toned legs he'd dreamed of for the past two and a half months, in the flesh. She was wearing a perfectly fitted navy skirt, and his eyes hungered for more.

"Lily, dear, I see that you are developing more and more each passing day," he chuckled, noting the V- neck that Lily had placed on herself. The outfit looked good together, smug, yet attractive. She grumbled, shooting him a wretched look.

"You too, Potter. You're going to have some nice boobs by the end of the year." She flipped her hair over her head and walked off to join Snivellus.

James sighed. That was something that wasn't going to change soon.

Sirius came out last, of course, chuckling as he did so. He looked older than he had the last time James had seen him, even if it had only been a week ago. His skin seemed to be more gradient- more refined, in a way. Any boyish tint that would have been quickly faded, leaving the small stubble of a moustache on the brim of his lip.

Sirius joined James excitedly, his face lit up with excitement.

"Well, mate?" His grin stretched across his face. "Was that not the most exciting event of this year?"

James returned an equally lengthy grin.

"Not as exciting as when Lily finally accepts a date with me and professes her true love under the stars," he said, throwing the stopwatch into the air again.

Sirius rolled his eyes, but didn't say any more on the subject.

The other two Marauders joined them afterwards; Remus Lupin, making sure that a small second year Hufflepuff was alright, and Peter Pettigrew, who looked just as grim as the Slytherins. James snickered to himself.

"Wormtail, really?" He raised an eyebrow. The tiny little boy shuddered.

"It barked right at me! And it was going to bite!"

It was Sirius's turn to join in on the laughing.

"Wormtail, mate, that was only me," he said. "Get used to it- every day now, to Hogsmeade!"

The boys rumbled in apparent excitement, each one even more in love with the idea of sneaking out than the next. Remus, on the other hand, was not too fond of this agreement- he didn't want to risk getting in trouble, even if it was just a joke.

"Well, you succeeded in making Timothy Abbott wet his pants," he mumbled at Sirius quietly. "Was biting his arm really necessary?"

James and Sirius sparked another laugh.

"It was more of a nibble," Sirius admitted, stroking his hair back on his head. "And anyway, I had to do my job thoroughly. Stupid Prongs missing the train. As if it isn't the same time every year!"

James rolled his eyes.

"What can I say, when you help the blind old lady cross the road, there are just some sacrifices you have to be willing to take."

In a half hour, once all of the inspections had taken place, Professor Corren, the frail little Muggle Studies teacher, stumbled out, her hat pointed on her head. She mumbled that everyone return to the train, and that the dog was obviously a joke played to scare the first years. The Marauders smiled to themselves, and James kissed his mum goodbye.

He stepped on the train quickly, with a feeling of ownership in his step. Hogwarts was his. But more importantly, he and his friends would never be separated.

A/N: Please review! This will be the story of the Marauder's fifth year at Hogwarts; or so I think it is at least. Thanks!