Hello! This is my first fanfiction so please review and tell me if it is ok. It's a story I've mainly come up with about the Marauders.

I plan on uploading every Monday, however I may miss some, or upload it late as school is starting again, with twice as much homework.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter. I own most of the plot, some of it is from the books though. Credit to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter 3- The Flaming Howler

Peter abruptly sat up in his bed and looked around. He saw Lupin was sitting on his bed, having woken him up. Sirius and James were watching him get up, while Peakes and Coots were talking about Quidditch. He stumbled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom on realising that all the other boys were ready and were waiting for him. After spending roughly 20 minutes getting ready, he sprinted outside, to see an irritated looking Remus waiting for him.

'The other boys have already gone to breakfast. We have to run or we shall be late.'

Leaving Peter no time to reply, they both dashed out the room and practically flew to the great Hall, If Peter hadn't got his foot stuck in a sinking step. Three times. By the time they reached the hall, Remus looked fuming. Peter was expecting smoke to be coming out of his ears. As they joined Sirius and James, it turned out he was not the only one.

'HOW COMES NONE OF THE SLYTHERINS HAVE TOLD MY MOTHER I'M IN GRYFFINDOR? I THOUGHT IT WAS BIG NEWS!' Sirius yelled as he stared at the lack of his letters.

'THERE IS ONLY ONE FROM REGULUS. WHERE IS MY MUM'S ONE?'

'Sirius, calm down...' muttered James.

'I'm sure your Mum will write soon. Perhaps she is still thinking of the best way to convey her ... happiness.' Lupin said, unrolling his Daily Prophet. He gave a sudden and unexpected gasp. Sirius and Peter, who were besides him, glanced down at the paper to see what made him gasp. The headline read:

'CENTAURS, WEREWOLVES AND GOBLINS RIGHTS REMOVED.'

Peter and Sirius looked at each other, confused. It was something normal in the Daily Prophet, so why did Remus gasp?' Remus was reading through the article rapidly, but stopped when he could feel the others looking at him. Remus went slightly red, before pointing at a a paragraph. Sirius read it out loud,

'However it was heavily protested against by several ministry workers, notably Ethel Carrell, of the Auror Department, and Lyall Lupin...'

'Lyall Lupin? Is that your father?' Interrupted James.

'Yes.' Lupin replied. 'That's why I gasped.'

James was sceptical. Had he really noticed his father's name so quickly. A glance at Sirius told him that he was not the only one who thought Remus wasn't telling the truth. However, they did not ponder over it, and soon it was gone from their memories.

Their first lesson was transfiguration, with the Slytherins. As they made their way to the transfiguration classroom, James and Sirius could practically fell the dirty looks being sent their way. It was hard for them to contain their laughter. They both sat besides each other, right at the back of the classroom, with Remus and Peter directly in front of them. Peter and Remus turned around the look at them, however, when Peter saw who else was in their row he nearly choked. Sirius, James and Remus all spun around to see who they were, and their jaws dropped, unbelievably synchronised. Mulciber, Avery, Lestrange and Parkinson were all in the back row, smiling, or rather, smirking (They were Slytherins...)

'Hello, Black.'

'How's Gryffindor?'

'Enjoying being a disgrace to the name of pure-bloods?'

'Hope you find some new friends, 'cause we aren't going to be friends with some lions!'

'We were never friends', spat Sirius. 'And I've already made some great Gryffindor friends, just as good as Gryffindor is. And it's not like every pureblood has to be a Slytherin to get respect. Like the Ollivanders, the famous wand makers, or the Longbottoms, They have had several aurors in the famil...'

'Alright Alright!' Avery muttered hastily. ''Just get back to your so amaz,'

'Excuse me.' Professor McGonnagall said, as she entered the classroom, 'but the lesson has started, meaning you should be quiet.'

After a few dirty looks from within the back row, everyone's attention was put on professor McGonagall. She started explaining the basics of transfiguration while the class took notes. She also turned into a cat before them, returning to a loud round of applause. Even the Slytherins looked shocked or impressed.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack as a house elf appeared in front of Sirius, though few knew what it was. This house elf has a large snout, and bloodshot eyes. He looked darkly at Sirius.

'What's with the dirty look Kreacher?'

'Kreacher has come to deliver a letter to master Sirius.' He said, acting as if he hadn't heard what Sirius said. 'Now Kreacher must go.' And with a second large crack, Kreacher was gone. Sirius looked at the letter, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. At the at the front of the class, Professor McGonagll sighed.

'Sirius, would you mind telling your relatives to send letters by the normal breakfast owl post? And put your letter away, rather than grinning at it!'

'Sorry professor, but that is impossible.'Sirius replied, as the letter began to burn at the corners.'Mum has kindly sent me a Flaming Howler.'

And with a flash, the letter was ablaze. Sirius had to get out of his chair, as the burning flames got close enough to burn him. A face started to appear in the flames. She has a large nose, and wide, mad eyes. James knew Sirius' looks came from his father after seeing him on the platform, as James could see no resemblance to the ugly hag, and his friend. Sirius would have trouble trying to look ugly; the face in the fire would have difficulty trying to look good. The face opened her mouth, and everyone's hands flew up the their ears, at the shrill noise produced by it.

'HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS?! AFTER ALL WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU!? AFTER RAISING YOU SINCE YOU WERE BORN YOU DECIDE TO BRING NOTHING BUT SHAME?! HOW DARE YOU! FOR CENTURIES THE NOBLE BLACK FAMILY HAVE KEPT THEIR BLOOD PURE AND PRIDE THEMSELVES OF BEING ENTIRELY FROM THE HOUSE OF SALAZAR SLYTHERIN, THE ONLY HOUSE WHERE OUR BOOD WOULD BE PRIZED WHERE IT SHOULD BE! AND YOU DECIDE THAT IN AN INSTANT ALL OF OUR PRIDE AS A BLACK SHOULD BE DESTROYED?! WHAT SORT OF A SON ARE YOU?! WHAT JOY DO YOU GET OUT OF DISGRACING YOUR FAMILY?!'

The rest of the class watched Sirius and the letter with confused (mainly Gryffindors) or smug (Mainly Slytherins) faces. After a few minutes of the shrill screeching, Mrs Black seemed to have finally lost her voice, and the flames subsided, leaving a black scrap that was the envelope. Sirius shoved it in his bag, before turning to professor McGonagall, looking expectantly. She stood still, looking completely bewildered, for a few seconds, before suddenly snapping out of her trance.

'Well, have you all gotten the notes down? Well there is only a few more minutes left, so you can pack up.' McGonagall instructed, before calling Sirius up to her desk. He wandered up before saying

'Yes Professor?' Meekly.

'Oh don't give me that.' Snapped McGonagall. 'I take it your parents are rather disappointed. I know it is early but if you want, you are allowed to stay at Hogwarts over the Christmas and Easter Holidays.'

'What, Really! Oh, I mean, Thank you, professor McGonagall!' Sirius exclaimed. He would rather stay at Hogwarts than at his horrible house. He turned around to excuse himself, when McGonagall said:

'Black! Do try your best for all your subjects. I'd like a Gryffindor as top of the year for once. Slytherin and Ravenclaw have always been nabbing the top spots.'

'Of corse Professor!' Sirius replied, with real conviction. He would show those Slytherins! He strutted out to find James waiting for him.

'Mate, you're going to be late for Herbology! I've got an excuse, but you don't!'

'I don't really care. Herbology isn't interesting until fifth year. So, what did McGonagall want?'

'She said I could say at a Hogwarts for the holidays, and that she wants me to put my full effort into every subject so that a Gryffindor can get a top of the year spot.'

'As expec...What?'

They laughed all the way down to Herbology, before they came face to face with the Herbology professor. She had some grey hair that was very messy and untidy, she wore a pair of glasses over her dark brown eyes. Her bushy eyebrows were raised as the boys approached.

'Both of you are late. Explain.'

'I was with professor McGonagall, professor, so I was late due to that.' Sirius said quickly.

'You?' The professor inclined her head towards James.

'Sorry, miss, I was waiting for him.'

'Well, you were only five minutes late, so I'll let you off this time. However don't expect this next time.'

'Thank you, Professor...' James muttered.

'Sprout.' She finished, before leading them into the greenhouse. They sat themselves next to two Hufflepuff, who looked at them impressed

'It's your first day, and you've already gotten into trouble!' Said one breathlessly

'I can give you lessons. I've been rebelling since I could talk!' Sirius whispered.

They laughed before getting back to professor Sprout, who was going through the health and safety rules of Herbology. However soon the bell rang for break. Saying goodbye to the Hufflepuff, they went outside, when someone shouted,

'Lily!' Sirius and James turned around to see Snape, followed by some disgusted-looking Slytherins. James widened his eyes, muttering,

'Oh yeah, we have to go to the library to find some jinxes or hexes to put on Snive..I mean Mulcibeir.' Sirius gave him an all-knowing look before they walked over to library, both giving a sympathetic look towards Lily, who completely ignored them. They laughed their way to their library before they were silenced by the scary-looking librarian, glaring at them. As the break bell rang to signal the beginning of the next lesson, Sirius gave a silent cheer as he found a hex that he thought was good for showing Mulcibeir, that he wasn't as amazing as he thought, he was just big headed.

'A head shrinking hex! That's perfect! Deflate that big head of his! Perfect for Mulcibeir!' Remus, who was just around the corner, smiled. He would say James and Sirius were a little bit big-headed themselves, but he didn't really know them yet...

Remus made his way to his next lesson, Defence against the Dark Arts, with the Slytherins. He saw Mulcibeir out of the corner of his eye, also making his way to the DADA. He did know quite a bit on what was going to happen to him in the next few hours.

'Hello Peter.' He said, as Peter walked up behind him. 'We are going to following Mulciber at Lunch, ok?'

He smiled again, at the sight of Peter shocked face.

'Trust me. It's worth it.'

Well, what do you think? Please review!

By the way, the professor Sprout here, isn't the one that teaches Harry's year, it's her mother.