A/N: It's a really short chapter…just to introduce or characters as it is.
Nadasnape: McGonagall will have white hair by the end of their seventh year!
Guardwolf: Why, thank you! I have been looking for such a story as well and that's why I decided to write this.
Chapter 2-Thank God they are leaving!
4 years later…
It was a dark night of June. Tomorrow would be the last day of school. Harry lay awake in his bed, in Dudley's second bedroom he had given after he became friends with three good-for-nothing children.
The light was off in the room. The desk was messy, mainly with papers filled with diagrams. Dudley's toys were long gone-instead, the gifts he had received from his friends in the past three years adorned those shelves.
Uncle Vernon didn't beat him anymore nor did he lock him in the cupboard. Aunt Petunia didn't make him do many chores anymore and Dudley-well, he was a special case. Some things never changed. Life was good, and he hoped it would remain the same way.
Harry's attention was caught by a sudden flick of light coming from the window. He immediately jumped up and peeped out to see Anna, Peter and Alphard looking up.
Without wasting any time, Harry climbed down the window (a thing he had learned a long time ago) and jumped.
"What took you so long?" hissed Alphard.
"Had to be sure everyone was asleep." Harry whispered.
"Gentlemen." All three turned to look at Anna. "We need to move fast."
They nodded and quickly tiptoed out of Privet Drive. They reached the playground and Anan led them all to a small undergrowth.
To a normal person, it was just the undergrowth-but for the mischief makers, it was their base camp.
Behind the bush, very carefully some ten cardboard boxes were lined up. A small torch lay there with a few other things and four rugs were placed in a circle. Each mischief-maker took their own place and switched on their torches they had brought. As usual, Alphard's torch didn't light up.
"For the love of god Al," Peter rolled his eyes, "Use the spare one. Everybody knows it only lies here for you!"
Alphard struck out his tongue and did as told.
"Mr Black, Mr Potter and Mr Lupin, are all of you present?" asked Anna.
"Aye Ms Pettigrew." The three said simultaneously.
"Good. Now, we shall begin the last annual meeting of us, Marauders."
Peter smirked. It was his suggestion after all, to get this name.
"Now, as we all know, tomorrow is the last day of school. As a tradition we need to do something. But, remember, this is also our last time." Anna informed gravely.
"So, Mr Black, has the supplies been taken care of?"
Alphard cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Yes Ms Pettigrew, it all has been taken care of. The supplies have all been placed and the final stage will be worked out tomorrow."
Anna seemed satisfied with the answer.
"Mr Lupin," she turned to Peter, "Have you planned everything well enough?"
"Yes Ms Pettigrew. We will be serving detention all through the time our plan will work. We have to report directly to Ms Brown. There is no way anyone can blame us."
Anna smirked. "Mr Potter?"
"I will be at my post early in the morning because I have informed my Aunt that I have to go early for the detention. Nothing will go wrong."
Anna looked satisfied with the answer.
"Well, gentlemen. This means we will say goodbye to our school in a proper manner."
There was a moment of silence before the four burst out laughing. Somewhere between this laughter, it was heard, "They will never know what hit them!"
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Indeed, the teachers and students didn't know what hit them the next day.
It all started with a firework show from the terrace. Of course, the first suspects were the Marauders, but they were serving detention at that particular moment.
Next was bucket full of colored water at the entrance of every classroom. That could be done by the four, but the buckets would be too heavy and there was no way even the four of them together could have managed to lift it up!
Then, one of the classes was infested with rats-fake rats I might add. But the work was enough to drive the teacher and students away.
Finally, at the end of school, the loudspeakers began playing all the rock n roll songs and the control room was locked. Again, the marauders were not at the sight of crime.
That was how they found themselves in the Principal chamber.
Mrs Hooper, a woman in her late forties, looked at the four menaces with raised eyebrows.
"Am I right to guess that the pranks were pulled by the four of you?"
"We do not deny-" said Alphard.
"-Nor confirm your suspicions." Finished Harry.
"Of course." Mrs Hooper muttered. She cleared her throat and said, "Well then, off you go."
The four obliged and excited the room. As soon as the door closed, she heard four very loud, 'yes!'
Shaking her head, Mrs Hooper muttered, "I pity the headmaster of Stonewell High!"
Later, after the end of school, the teachers had a party themselves. Ms Brown exclaimed, rather loudly, "THANK GOD THEY ARE LEAVING!"
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