A fic my sister and I have been working on. It starts a bit into the Marauders' sixth year and goes on from there. Not sure how far we'll take it. Just typical teenage drama for Hogwarts' most famous troublemakers.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.