Peter Pettigrew was exhausted He had just finished scrubbing the Potions' classroom from walls to ceiling to floor – without magic – for detention. Apparently, resting your head on your desk whilst your potion boils dangerously, melting through the tables and giving the person sitting next to you second degree burns is 'frowned upon'. It wasn't his fault! How was he supposed to know sleeping in between stirring wasn't permitted? Was there a goddamn rulebook or something?

Anyway, walking aimlessly along the quiet corridors, Peter passed several unoccupied classrooms, until a high voice coming from one of the empty rooms startled him to stop:

"Order, everyone! Please settle down!" said the voice. "I'm happy to see some new faces… simply brilliant! And we should thank Susannah for that!" a polite round of applause broke through the short silence. "And if we keep this up, we'll surely be bigger than the other fan clubs out there!"

"Yeah!"

"Alright!"

Peter's eyebrows disappeared under his hair and he crept closer to the door's window to get a better look. The desks in the classroom were arranged in a circle and every chair was occupied by girls of every house, age, and year. One girl with wild, curly orange hair was standing in front of a blackboard. She looked to be the leader of the clan, as she rose up her hands to silence the excited teenage girls.

"Now, who wants to start first?"

"Me! Oh me!" an Asian girl with pretty features rose up her arm eagerly, and she climbed over a desk to reach the board. Turning around, she beamed:

"Well, I was, like, walking to Transfiguration, but I wasn't paying attention, so I ran into Remus Lupin." She grinned proudly. "And he said, "'Oh, terribly sorry about that.' then he walked away. I almost, like, died."

She squealed.

They squealed.

Peter paled.

Remus seemed to have acquired a permanent blush on his face in a span of two seconds as Peter delivered the urgent news. Ignoring the harassment the Marauders were giving him as they descended a staircase, he tried to make sense of this situation. Girls were suddenly in love with him.

Why?

True, he didn't really consider himself horrid looking. He had a cute smile, according to his mum, and the little girls across the street that had massive crushes on him said they loved his hair. But he didn't have Sirius' and James' cool personality. He was just Remus Lupin: the quiet, sensible one.

Anyway, they meandered their ways up to the door Peter said they were holding the meeting and peered through the glass.

"This doesn't look like them…" said Peter confusedly. "I think this is another meeting…" The room they were looking into had the desks in rows, and was filled with girls from different houses and years, but they weren't the girls from before. Standing in front of the chalkboard and putting up a big banner was a girl with green glasses and blonde hair.

James gaped, staring hard at the banner. "Hey, no way does that say what I think it says!"

"Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr. Prongs should shut his mouth before flies come in."

"Mr. Prongs would like to remind Mr. Padfoot that he knows where he sleeps and still has that jar of bugs from Christmas."

Sirius turned away quickly. "Looks like you have some admirers, Wormtail, you bastard."

"But – what – how?" he sputtered, utterly bemused as he watched the twenty or so girls in the room that apparently adored him hang up the poster that had his name and a bunch of little hearts next to it.

"Look at this one! It's full of Prongses!" said Sirius disgustedly, staring into a window that was two doors over. James shoved him aside, squinting into the window himself. The desks in the room were all pushed back, and thirty girls were standing in straight lines in black, messy wigs and wire framed glasses similar to his own. They all were wearing Gryffindor scarves and were currently imitating his walk.

"Merlin," he said, slightly affronted. "They're doing it wrong! Its step, step, then dip! Not step, dip, dip!"

Meanwhile, Remus seemed to have found his fan club's room and was staring into it with a look of horror and shock as the girls kneeled down to a blown up picture of him eating pudding with their eyes closed. "Oh my God…" he breathed.

Sirius, feeling a bit bored about having nothing to stare at, walked towards the door directly across from Wormtail's and gazed through the door's window, a grimace settling on his face once taking in the scene:

A roomful of girls were sitting behind canvases, paint brushes in hand. A girl with pretty chocolate skin and a multitude of braided hair was walking between the easels, checking the girls' paintings of Sirius Black in different poses.

This was very strange indeed.

"Now they've started to do some sort of tribal dance around my shrine!" Remus said, in anguish. "What is wrong with them?"

But before anyone could answer this question, the bell rang for dinner and four doors burst open in unison, chattering and giggling girls exiting from them. The Marauders found themselves in an unusual predicament; each boy was standing in front of their own fan club's headquarters filled with crazed, hormonal teenage girls that were in love with them.

Really, they shouldn't have expected to get away unscathed.

"GET THEM!"

They were the Marauders, after all.

A/N: If you could be apart of any of the Marauder's fan club, which one would it be? And would you be the President, VP, regular member, or that stalker that takes pictures of the boys?

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