DISCLAIMER: anything you recognise does not belong to me. This disclaimer applies to the whole story.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Harry looked down at his timetable and groaned. Potions first thing with the Slytherins and Snape. He then remembered Snape wasn't the teacher yet, smirking slightly he followed Lily towards the dungeons.

He took a seat on the Gryffindor side at the back in the corner. He noticed that most of the Slytherins were shooting contemptuous looks at him, no one more so than Snape. Harry, used to being stared at, ignored them and turned to look at the teacher. Her name was Marriott; Lily told him so on the way.

She was a short, fat witch with a sort of dopey aura around her. Harry got the impression that she wouldn't notice if someone set off a large crate of fireworks right under of her nose.

The Marauders walked in 10 minutes late, probably since McGonagall was arranging their detentions following their morning stunt. They took their seats in front of Harry.

"Today's potion will be Naarian; it gives the drinker an increased stamina, although it may have unwanted side effects if taken regularly such as nausea or headaches. The instructions are in your textbooks and be careful not to spill any on your robes since it is highly flammable."

At this Harry saw Sirius and James exchange glances and smirk. He wandered what they were thinking, but was unable to contemplate it since Professor Marriott had appeared next to him, and was asking about his previous teacher and how far he had reached in the NEWT syllabus. She then left him to brew his potion.

It wasn't a very difficult potion and Harry was one of the first to finish. He filled a flask and took it to the front desk. He didn't have much to do after that so decided to sit back and watch the class. He noticed that they weren't as advanced as Snape's class, though Snape was a very demanding and intimidating teacher.

Harry saw James slip something into the pocket of his robes. He saw Remus sitting reading his textbook quietly. Snape and Lily were finished also.

Harry checked his timetable, he had defence next. The bell rang eventually and Harry left the room. He was one of the last since everyone had finished and he was at the back of the room. He exited the room to find a large crowd assembled in the corridor. He walked forward to see what was going on. Snape, James and Sirius were in the centre. James threw the potion Harry had seen him slip in his robes earlier at Snape. Before Snape could react Sirius set his robes on fire.

"AUGUMENTI!" shouted Harry. He had never been so full of rage before. He was disgusted with his father and Sirius. He then turned towards them. He grabbed James by the collar. The lights were flickering and there was a sudden draft of wind.

"HOW DARE YOU, PUT ON SUCH AN APPAULING DISPLAY. YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL? YOU MAKE ME SICK." And threw James onto the floor, with such force that the floor shook slightly, James looked up at him with a trace of fear in his eyes. Harry turned and made his way to his defence class.

His scar was throbbing now; Harry could not believe what he had just witnessed. James was about to set Snape alight and the spectators were cheering him on. Evidently Snape was unpopular, but James' behaviour was inexcusable. Harry was pretty sure that now he would be the subject of the marauders numerous future pranks and cringed at the thought. Everything that Harry had seen in his pensive last year was coming back to him and he felt terrible, he had no delusions that Peter was a good guy but he had just began to think his father was an alright guy, but Sirius and Remus were right beside him, helping him!

Before he knew it Harry had arrived at the defence classroom. He hadn't even noticed where his legs were carrying him in his blind rage. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother looking at him, in what was that, adoration? He smiled slightly, his mother was a nice person, but how she got with James, he had no idea, deciding not to dwell on it too much he took a seat at the back of the classroom, looking around for the teacher.

Slowly the class began to fill and there was still no sign of the professor. The marauders walked in last and gave Harry scathing looks. Harry's heart sank; he had no idea why since he was used to stares being directed his way but he had a shrewd suspicion that it was due to the fact that it was from three people he cared about. Harry threw them a dirty look that he hoped told them that he didn't care and disapproved of them. Chatter began to increase in the class and Harry looked around the room expectantly. He heard a slight crunching behind him and looked round; he didn't see anything at first but was shocked to find that he was able to see the Professor under an invisibility cloak if he looked hard enough.