Hi Readers! Thanks to all reviewers/followers/favouriter-ers for the boost, especially HP. ! I can't believe it, but here's chapter 7!

Unfortunately for me, I didn't turn into Ms. Rowling overnight, so I don't own Harry Potter!

The next few weeks passed unremarkably. Of course we managed to pull off several minor pranks (such as charming quaffles to bounce around the school acting like bludgers, gluing doors shut, switching toilet signs around so boys went into the girls bathroom and visa versa). Lessons continued (I managed to melt a cauldron) and friendships strengthened.

We five Marauders were inseparable! I felt really terribly guilty about not confiding in them about my father and about my own part lycanthropy. The time wasn't right yet, but I knew that I would have to tell them soon.

The only thing that made me feel less guilty about my secret was that I was positive that Remus was hiding something too. I wasn't the only one. The boys and I had discussed it briefly on numerous occasions, but hadn't been able to come to any conclusions. He'd tell us when he's ready.

I was also good friends with my roommates, especially Lily. She couldn't understand why I hung out with my fellow Marauder's, particularly James and Sirius. She also strongly disapproved of the pranking and rule breaking, but pushed it aside in favour of friendship. I, of course, was astonished that Lily would be friends with a person like Snivellus, especially as he hates people of her blood status. She's an uncommonly kind witch.

In early October, I faced another Full Moon. Like the previous one, I wrote to my parents giving them my support and went to bed early, stifling my loud moans of pain in my pillow. The pain was getting slightly worse. I could actually feel the madness within, howling and scratching me, frantically trying to claw its way out. Out of me and into control.

My dreams were haunted by the high pitched screams of agony that turned into animalistic howls that dominated the peaceful night at the Full Moon. I wouldn't let the wolf take over. I couldn't.

Poor Remus was having an awful time too. He went home to visit his mother, who was seriously ill. We all felt sorry for him and offered to go with him, but he hastily refused. Poor guy.

Soon it was approaching Halloween – the best day of the year for another huge prank! We had already thought of some ideas, but none of them seemed…original.

"We could explode pumpkins?" Sirius had exclaimed, "It's genius!"

"No Sirius, too juvenile!" I dismissed, "But we could enchant them to float after people?"

"That's a good idea!" Peter squeaked.

"No, it's not... marauder-ish enough." James said.

"I'm sticking with my incredible brainwave of exploding pumpkins whether you like it or not!" Sirius proclaimed.

"How about we actually do our homework for once?" Remus asked half-heartedly.

We turned to face him.

"Never mind", he sighed.

"I know!" James suddenly shouted, leaping up from the armchair he had been sitting in. He began explaining, and slowly a wicked grin formed on our faces.

"It's alright, but I'm still blowing up some pumpkins!" Sirius commented.

We all sighed loudly.

That Halloween evening we entered the Great Hall for the famous Halloween Feast. The Great Hall was decorated for the occasion, Hagrid's ginormous pumpkins were carved into Jack-O-Lantern's placed in strategic positions. Hundreds of live bats were flapping in the air, causing the flames on the suspended candles to flicker. There were-em-exotic dishes such as eyeballs, spiders and troll toenails to sample which for some unknown reason remained untouched throughout the feast.

"Are you ready?" I whispered to my fellow Marauders. They nodded fervently, "3-2-1".

The lights flickered ominously and extinguished, leaving us in complete darkness. Screams of shock echoed throughout the hall, and panic began to form amongst the students.

"SILENCE!" Professor Dumbledore roared. "I would like everyone to please-"

Before he could complete his sentence, a single Jack-O-Lantern rose into the air and hovered at the top of the hall, it lit up, giving a fraction of light.

I saw Remus wave his wand beneath the table and I winked at him. He grinned back. The Great Hall watched in deafening silence as a shimmering bronze mist appeared above the pumpkin. It slowly began to form some words.

ROWENA RAVENCLAW WOULD LIKE TO COMMEND GRYFFINDOR HOUSE FOR ITS INTELLIGENCE AND WIT AND WISHES FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE TO AWARD THEM 100 HOUSE POINTS.

There were gasps of complete astonishment at the words. They slowly descended and moved slightly to the right. A bronze eagle formed over them.

James twirled his wand beneath the table and immediately, a thick black cloud formed and gradually shaped into a sentence.

HELGA HUFFLEPUFF WOULD LIKE TO COMMEND GRYFFINDOR HOUSE FOR THEIR UNWAVERING LOYALTY AND OUTSTANDINGLY GOOD NATURE AND WISHES FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE TO AWARD THEM 100 HOUSE POINTS.

The atmosphere was so thick; it could easily have been cut with a knife. Nobody dared move or make a sound. The sentence moved to the left of the first one, and a black badger appeared above it.

Sirius was struggling to keep a neutral expression as his turn arrived. A dazzling cluster of silver sparkles manifested at the front of the Great Hall and it too, began to twist into instructions.

SALAZAR SLYTHERIN WOULD LIKE TO COMMEND GRYFFINDOR HOUSE FOR THEIR DESIRE TO PROVE THEMSELVES AND WISHES FOR ALBU DUMBLEDORE TO AWARD THEM 150 HOUSE POINTS.

FURTHERMORE, SALAZAR SLYTHERIN IS EXTREMELY ANGRY OVER THE USELESS BAND OF GOOD FOR NOTHING WASTES OF SPACE THE MEMBERS OF HIS HOUSE HAVE BECOME AND WISHES FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE TO SUBTRACT 250 POINTS OFF SLYTHERIN HOUSE.

At this, cries of outrage from the Slytherin table pierced the silence. Professor Dumbledore's expression was impossible to interpret. These words shifted to above the first ones, and a silver serpent joined the writing.

Slytherin table was only silenced when I flicked my wand.

A breath-taking, pure explosion of gold sprung into the air, it hovered there for a minute before breaking apart to form a final command.

GODRIC GRYFFINDOR WOULD LIKE TO COMMEND GRYFFINDOR HOUSE FOR ITS UTTER BRILLIANCE AND CONSIDERS IT THE KING OF THE HOUSES. GODRIC GRYFFINDOR WISHES FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE TO AWARD THEM 200 HOUSE POINTS.

GODRIC GRYFFINDOR WOULD ALSO LIKE TO PRAISE THE MARAUDERS AND SAY THAT THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE BEST PRANK THAT HOGWARTS HAS OR WILL EVER SEE!

The gold writing promptly sped to the left of that of Slytherin's and a magnificent gold lion manifested above it. Together, the five Marauders pointed at the masterpiece, and completed the Hogwarts crest, adding below it the motto: DRACO DORMIENS NUNQUAM TITILLANDUS.

"Amy Griffon, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew in my office now please", Professor Dumbledore said.

The whole school was watching us intently as we exited the Great Hall. Just as we were stepping over the threshold, there was a loud bang. I whipped around to see the entire hall covered in splatters of pumpkin.

"Couldn't help it." Sirius shrugged.

We followed Dumbledore to his office, he said he password ('pumpkin juice') and we entered his office with him. It was an astonishing room. Portraits of Hogwarts past headmasters and headmistresses adorned the walls, and they were chatting away to each other. There were also curious instruments in the room, such as one I recognised as a pensieve. There were many bookcases. The centre piece of the room was steps leading up to a huge desk. Dumbledore sat down in a comfy armchair behind the desk and gestured for us to sit opposite him in similar armchairs he had just conjured.

"That was a clever prank!" Dumbledore praised. We blinked, I don't know what we were expecting but it certainly wasn't that. "Best I've seen in all the years I've been here."

"Thanks Sir!" Sirius preened, "We do try."

"I will award you each twenty points for originality, excellent use of the hovering charm, explosive spell and control of the mist spell.

"Thank-you, Sir!" We chorused.

"However, I will also dock you all ten points for disrupting the feast and frightening the younger students."

Our grins altered slightly, and we pretended to be ashamed of ourselves.

"You may return to Gryffindor tower", Professor Dumbledore told us.

We did as he said, and returned to raucous cheers and a full-blown celebration. We were congratulated by almost everyone-even Lily said it was a clever prank before rushing off.

The Marauders had successfully taken the school by storm!