NoelleC9

A/N: Well, I am on Chapter 9 now. Aint' you readers proud of lil' ol' me? Only 4 more chapters until I start Second Year. And by the way, I still need some prank ideas! If you come up with any, either put it in the review which you are all going to leave (hint, hint) or you can email me at Luckie7n13@aol.com. Also, I have names for some of the different cliques next year, but I need a couple more. I need one for the Gryffindor girls (led by Lily) the Slytherin boys (led by Snape) and one for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw combined. Any ideas are appreciated and will probably be used, because I can't seem to think of any good ones. And you will get full credit for it.

Now, let's see what I have in this chapter… I have depressed Quidditch players, someone(s) finding out about Remus' secret, Minnie's worst nightmare, Godric Gryffindor (not that much of him), Jules Potter, and some pranks tossed here and there for good measure. Oh, and I have Lily and James in a somewhat uncompromising position… They still hate each other, and will hate each other until at least 3rd Year. I think that I might make them civil towards each other in 4th Year, with the occasional fight. I have another sappy Snape part in which I was attempting to get readers to feel sorry for him. I don't know if that's gonna work though. But don't worry, he's still going to be evil and join the Death Eaters eventually… Anyway, that's about it for this chapter… Unless I change my mind. For the first time, I am writing this on the computer, so you never know what I might think of… On with the story!

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Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I am not Warner Brothers. I am not Scholastic Books. I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to his world. And if you wish to be technical, I don't own the Marauders or anything related to their world. What I do own is Noelle Charrier, Toria Vanter, Kiana Walters, Alexiandra (I forgot her last name), Thomas Brooks, Michael Barnette, and all of the other people that you do not recognize from the Harry Potter books. I also own the Book of Gryffindor, and any other objects that I may come up with. Once again, I am not claiming to be J.K. Rowling, and I am not claiming to own Harry Potter. So, you can't sue me! Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah!

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The Marauders ~ Year One

By: Noelle

Chapter 9: Plans and Pranks

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Sirius Black's POV

January passed by quickly. More quickly than usual, that is. Soon, it was February. Quidditch season was still postponed. It seemed as if Dkembvare was heading to Hogwarts. He was definitely heading North.

The Quidditch players would mourn over their lost season in the common room at all hours of the night. Andromada was especially moody. I don't really know why. She still has 5 more years after this to be on the Quidditch team… On the bright side, she has forgotten about the History of Magic essays.

And at this moment, I was thinking of a prank to pull on Snape. Snape is probably the foulest, most greasy-haired person in the world… no, in the universe! But I was having a prank-block. So, instead, I counted detention slips…

Then the lightbulb in my head illuminated, giving me an idea so great that it will be remembered forever. I ran off to find James, Remus, Michael, Thomas, Bella, Lily, Kiana and Toria. I would need their help.

*******(time change)*******

"Are you sure this is her office?" Bella hissed.

"Shhhhh. I know for a fact this is her office. Now, do you have the detention slips?" I asked.

"Of course I have them, you dunderhead. You watched me get the slips…" Bella's voice trailed off. "Actually, I think I may have, er, dropped them."

I groaned as we turned around to retrace our steps.

*******(brief time change)*******

Finally, we had the detention slips and were at the right office. Bella took half of them. I took the other half, and we quickly began to cover the walls, the furniture, everything… Soon, the entire office was plastered with detention slips.

"Okay, now, what corridor do we take?" Bella asked me.

I looked around. We were in an unfamiliar corridor. I groaned. "Er, I don't really know…"

"SIRIUS!"

I sank to the ground, and leaned against the wall. I felt Bella sit next to me.

And she fell asleep on my shoulder. I groaned again, but more discreetly. "Bella," I said, praying that she would wake up.

She didn't.

Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em I thought, as I gently laid my head on the top of her head and fell asleep.

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Minnie 'Minerva' McGonagall's POV

I awoke the next morning in my living quarters, completely exhausted. Sirius Black has seemed to reach a new level of prankdom… well, that is what he told me.

I quickly dressed and pulled my hair back into its traditional bun. I stepped out of my living quarters into my office and gasped.

It wasn't an office anymore. It was a detention slip hall of fame. I walked on the carpet, which was covered with detention slips to the desk, which was also covered in detention slips. Even the ceiling was coated in detention slips!

Upon closer inspection, I discovered the culprits. Although they are probably the most brilliant students in the year, they are also the most troublesome.

I walked briskly to the Great Hall, and stopped in the middle of it.

"POTTER, BLACK, LUPIN, BARNETTE, BROOKS, WALTERS, VANTER, EVANS, FIGG! DETENTION!"

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James Potter's POV

The Marauders and the girls walked into McGonagall's office. It was still covered in detention slips. Sirius had told me that he put a charm on it, so they couldn't be taken down for 2 weeks.

"MINNIE! MIN-NIE! MI-II-II-IN-EE!" Sirius shouted happily as he looked at his self-proclaimed masterpiece.

"MR. BLACK!" Minnie screamed. He quickly sobered and took a seat next to Toria.

"Now, how do you get these down?" Minnie asked.

We all looked up at the ceiling and began whistling.

"Mr. Barnette, do you know?" Minnie asked.

Michael shook his head.

"How about you Miss Walters?"

Kiana looked thoughtful for a moment. "No."

"Mr. Black," Minnie said, narrowing her eyes.

Sirius sat at the end of his seat, and stared right back at Minnie.

"MR. BLACK!"

"All right already," Sirius muttered. He looked at Minnie with a straight face. "They can't come down."

I began laughing, along with everyone but Minnie and Sirius. Minnie was turning a weird purple-red colour.

"I thought you wanted your office redecorated," Sirius said, pouting.

"DETENTION!" Minnie screamed, banging her fist on her desk a little too hard. For the next moment, she was screaming.

*******(time change)*******

"Look Potter, I have had it with you. You are the most… IMPOSSIBLE creature I have ever had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting in the whole entire eleven years of my life!" Evans screamed.

"Well, it hasn't been a picnic for me either!" I screamed right back at my redheaded enemy.

We were having one of our infamous fights again. I'm not even sure what started it… But it was her!

"Why, you little pratty git!" she screamed, launching herself at me.

Evans tackled me to the ground, and began hitting me. I managed to reverse it, so that I was on the top. She flailed her arms about, and I pinned them to the ground. That's around the time Bella and Sirius walked into the common room.

"Er, what's going on here?" Sirius asked, after finding Evans and me in a very *uncompromising* position.

Bella just stood with her mouth wide open, looking at Evans in shock.

"Er, nothing…" I answered, quickly letting Evans go. I stood up hurriedly, Evans following the suit.

"Is there something we should know about?" Sirius asked, grinning in a dog-like manner.

Lily began blushing. "Of course not!" she said, before stalking off to the dormitory. Bella followed her, still in shock.

"So, Jimmy-boy. Nothing's going on, eh?"

"Shut up," I mumbled, before walking sullenly to my dormitory.

*******(time change)*******

I was walking to the Great Hall when I heard someone scream, "JAMES!" I halted in my tracks, and Noelle soon caught up to me.

"James, you have to write a letter to your parents. Tell them to get themselves and your sister out of the house," she said quickly.

I looked at the Slytherin strangely. "Why?"

"Because… well, just because! You have to hurry!"

She grabbed a parchment from her bag and handed it to me. I scrawled 'Get Out of the House, Now' in big letters. An owl flew over to me, and I quickly tied the letter to its leg. It flew off incredibly quickly. I'm guessing that Noelle had sent for the owl and given it a speed nugget. Speed nuggets make the owl fly really fast. Around 75 kilometers an hour!

"So, what's going on?" I asked Noelle. She looked down at the ground.

"I can't tell you," Noelle said, avoiding my eyes. "All you need to know is that your parents and sister are in danger…"

"How do you know this?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. This girl was definitely mysterious, and was starting to get scary.

"Look James, I can't tell you. You'll find out on your own someday, I'm sure. Until then, there is no need for you to worry!" Noelle snapped, before turning on her heel and stalking off rather moodily.

I walked to the Great Hall, and sat at the Gryffindor table. I was talking with Thomas about Quidditch (I'm a Wasps fan myself) when I felt a hand clasp on my shoulder.

I turned around to find Professor Hawkins, looking a mixture of grave and relieved. "Mr. Potter, please come with me," she said softly.

I got out of my seat, and followed her to a stone gargoyle. "Licorice Wand," she said. The gargoyle sprang aside, exposing a set of stone steps. I followed the professor up the stairs, to a big oak door. There was a sculpture of a Griffin on the door. I entered Albus Dumbledore's office tentatively.

At the first sight of the room, I was amazed. It was a gigantic circular room. There were portraits conversing on the walls. Strange contraptions were placed over the room sporadically. There was a phoenix cage in the corner, with a real phoenix inside of it! I walked to the phoenix, and gently brushed its feathers.

"Fawkes has taken a liking to you," said a voice. I turned around to find Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk, smiling brightly.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes. It appears that Dkembvare has attacked your home, Mr. Potter."

I gaped at the old man in front of me. My family was attacked, and he was smiling? I could feel hot tears beginning to sting my eyes.

"Mr. Potter, you family was not hurt or killed. They received your note, and got out of the house on time."

The tears quickly faded away. I sat in the seat, shocked.

"How did she know?" I asked Professor Dumbledore, who had popped a candy into his mouth.

"I suppose that you are referring to Miss Charrier?" he questioned.

I looked at him with curiosity. "How did she know?"

"Miss Charrier has a gift. She refers to it as a curse. But I shall not tell you about it, for that should be done upon her request."

Suddenly, a brilliant green fire appeared in the grate, and Jules and Elisabeth stepped out. My father followed.

I ran up and hugged them. "You're okay."

"Oh James, you can't get rid of me that easily," Jules said cheerily.

"Why is she so happy?" I asked Elisabeth.

"Well, the Death Eaters burned our house down, so we're moving. Right next door to the Blacks."

"All Right!" I said, giving Jules a high-five.

"I thought you'd be happy," my father said.

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "You are invited to stay here until your house is finished."

"Thanks Albus," Elisabeth said.

I put my arm around Jules. "I think that you would be the perfect person to help me and Sirius out with a tiny problem we have…" I said, as I walked out of Professor Dumbledore's office. I led Jules straight to the Gryffindor Common Room, telling her my idea.

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Michael Barnette's POV

James walked into the common room, his arm around a girl. She was obviously younger than us. She even looked sort of like us.

She was my sister.

Of course, Jules didn't know that yet. James didn't even know he was my brother yet. I just couldn't find the right opportunity to tell him.

James and Jules walked over to our group of armchairs. We managed to get the good ones, by the fire. Sirius and Remus were playing a game of chess. Me and Thomas were watching them, incredibly bored.

"James, what did you bring that munchkin for?" Sirius asked playfully when he saw Jules. She stuck her tongue out at him before smiling angelically.

"Well, my house got blown up," James explained.

Remus fell out of his chair. "Your house got blown up? Jules, how did you manage to do that?" he asked. Remus didn't actually know Jules. But James talked about her a lot, so he was able to make the connection.

Jules giggled. "It wasn't me!"

James nodded. "It was Dkembvare. But my family's okay. Jules is here, and father and Elisabeth. And we're moving!"

"Where to, James?" I asked curiously.

"Right next door to Sirius!"

Sirius laughed. "All right!"

The portrait hole opened emitting Minnie McGonagall. "Michael, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you," she said. I nodded, and slowly stood up. I ran up to the dormitory, and grabbed The Book of Gryffindor. I ran back down, and walked with Minnie to Dumbledore's office. "Licorice Wand," she said curtly. She did a weird head twitch, and I walked in.

I walked into the office. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, smiling and laughing merrily. Edward and Elisabeth Potter were sitting in comfortable red armchairs, looking apprehensive. I cleared my throat.

"Michael, how are you this evening?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"Fine Sir," I answered, pulling at my collar. Was it my imagination, or was there a sudden heat wave in Dumbledore's office?

"I believe that we must discuss a matter of importance. And I see that you've brought the book…"

I nodded, and walked over to the desk. I put my palm on the cover and whispered, "Gryffindor Blood." I turned to the last page, and whispered, "Godric Gryffindor," and Godric stepped out of the book.

"Hello," he said to Professor Dumbledore. He turned to me. "Michael, don't worry," he whispered. He then turned to the Potters. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Godric Gryffindor," he said, holding out his hand. Mr. Potter stared in shock at Godric.

"Er, I'm Edward Potter. This is my wife Elisabeth." He shook Godric's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Elisabeth said timidly.

I sat down in one of the chairs. Godric sat next to me.

"Michael, I believe now is the time."

"Er, Mr. Potter…"

"Yes?"

I thrust the letter I have never sent into his hand. "Here. This will explain everything," I said, before standing up and walking quickly out of the room.

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Severus Snape's POV

The Slytherin dungeons are dreary. Gloomy and dark, it is not the place to be if you're depressed.

Which is why I was in the Astronomy tower.

I just stared at the sky. Above me, the stars glittered their consent. Why is life so unfair? If it was fair, I wouldn't have Death Eaters for parents. I wouldn't be at the 4th level of Dark Curses. And I wouldn't have greasy hair.

"Hey Sev," Noelle whispered, as she sat next to me.

"Hullo," I said sullenly.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes full of concern.

I chuckled a low sort of chuckle. "What isn't wrong is more like it."

"Oh, if this is about the whole James Potter thing…"

"It's not," I assured Noelle.

"Then what is it?"

"My parents are Death Eaters, I've been brought up in a world full of darkness, and I have greasy hair," I said in one breath.

Noelle sat in silence before giggling. "Well, Sevvie darling, you might not be able to change your parents' occupations, and you may not be able to change your childhood, but you could wash your hair once and awhile."

"Oh, it's just that… hey, my hair's not that bad!" I cried out defensively. Noelle snorted.

"Sev, have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Not really. Lucius is always hogging it."

Noelle laughed again. "Luci has always been like that."

"Noelle, my parents want me to be a Death Eater," I said quietly.

"Luci Sr. and that stupid wretch Magdalena expects me to be a Death Eater too. And so does Voldemort. But I'm not going to be one. I'll kiss a Hufflepuff before I let that happen!"

I laughed. Noelle could always cheer me up.

"Sevvie, it's 11:41. Can we please go inside, and go to sleep?" Noelle asked, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"How could I refuse?" I groaned.

Noelle jumped up and began running ahead. "Last one there is a Hufflepuff!" she screamed.

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Kiana Walter's POV

February. It's probably the best month of the year. For one, it has only 28 days. That means only 28 days of homework, as opposed to 30 or 30! Spring is becoming to blossom. And the snow was getting pretty old…

Minnie still hated me with vengeance. The whole 'covering her whole office with detention slips' didn't help. Not at all. She still hasn't figured out how to take them down. And one of us would go and add more every night. She was becoming very irritated, to say the least…

"Watch where you're going!" someone shouted as I bumped into them.

"Excuse you, git face, but I am walkin' here!" I shouted back, with a slight New York accent. I learned this phrase when I went to New York City, and the accent stuck.

I turned the corner, and walked into Charms. I sat down just as the bell rang.

"Class, today we will focus on Wingardium Leviosa, to begin our review for the upcoming finals. Partner up!"

With this, the class began jumping out of their seats, and chattering loudly.

"I meant with your assigned partner," Professor Flitwick said. We all groaned, and set to work with our partners. My partner was a Slytherin - Alexiandra. She was pretty nice, but did she have a mean streak!

"So, I'll start," I said. "Wingardium Leviosa." I pointed my wand at the feather, but it shot past the feather and hit Alexiandra.

"What did you do, Mudblood?" Alexiandra screamed. I guess today wasn't a good day. That didn't mean I would let her get away with it…

"You little git! I'm not a Mudblood. I happen to have a wizard of a father. And at least he's dead, and not a death eater like your father!"

Alexiandra floated down and took a step forward. "Take that back."

I stuck my nose in the air. "No."

"Locomoter Mortis!" she screamed. I dodged the spell, and it hit Professor Flitwick.

Lily quickly performed the countercurse, and with a feeble smile, Professor Flitwick announced, "Class dismissed!"

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"So, what do we do first?" I asked Toria. She looked around to make sure no one was listening.

"We go to the Divination Tower, you dimwit."

"Oh."

We trudged up the many steps to the North Tower. We didn't know exactly where we were going… but we went anyway.

"Here it is," Toria hissed.

A silver ladder descended, and we climbed up, taking care not to damage our pranking tools.

"Here they are!" I whispered softly.

We had learned that they 3rd Years would soon begin their Divination reviews, beginning with tea omens. So, we took the liberty of making sure they had acceptable cups. Needless to say, the Slytherins had Divination first.

We replaced the patterned teacups with nose-biting teacups from Zonkos. They looked exactly alike. We then went and planted fireworks under every seat cushion. Double went under Trelawney's seat.

Quietly, we crept down the ladder, and lurked back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

They next morning, in First Period Potions, you could hear the screams from the North Tower. And that's a good thing! I heard that the Slytherins had sworn revenge… At least they didn't know that me and Toria did this amazing feat.

*******(time change)*******

We already had 2,000 detentions! Of course, we haven't performed half of them. Minnie couldn't think of anything else for us to do. The trophies were as sparkly as could be, the floor of the Great Hall had been scrubbed with a toothbrush, and we had repaired every painting in the castle (Peeves had let Cornish pixies into the castle, as a joke).

So, while Minnie was off thinking of our 1,000 detention (I told you, she still had a long way to go…) Lily, Bella, Toria, and I were off causing havoc.

Speaking of havoc, Lord Dkembvare was doing the same. The crazy psychopath was heading North. Didn't he know that he didn't stand a chance with the great Kiana Walters around? Well, at least with Albus Dumbledore around…

He hadn't been killing as much anymore. He was really into torture. But I knew that he was planning something… Or else he would kill.

Quite confusing, isn't it?

And now, he was just 200 miles away from Hogwarts. He would of course take detours, and it was expected that he would arrive sometime in May or June. Therefore, Professor Dumbledore had renewed Quidditch.

The players were ecstatic.

The teachers weren't.

Because of all the missed training, Professor Dumbledore agreed to let the teams practice during the week. Slytherins had Mondays. Ravenclaws had Tuesdays. Gryffindors had Thursdays, and Hufflepuff had Fridays. They were able to take off the whole day, on their assigned day! That is not fair!

You know, my mother would always tell me 'Life Isn't Always Fair'. Well, it would be if it weren't for some people in this world. Like Slytherins, for instance. In my opinion, we would be better off without most of them. Of course there are some exceptions…

Well, I know that there was a point to this monologue. I just forgot it…

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Noelle Charrier's POV

It was a cold night. For February, that is. I sat under a willow tree by the lake, coming up with theories about life. I hadn't thought of any original theories yet…

I looked up above me. The stars winked back at me. I turned my attention to the moon. It was beautiful. A full moon.

That's when I heard it. A howl.

At once, it clicked.

Tired, Pale, Missing, Bad Excuses. Full Moon, Howl in the Night.

Remus.

Remus was a werewolf. Maybe. But how can I know for sure? I can't very well, go up to him and say, "Oy, Remus. Beautiful day, isn't it? Are you a werewolf?" No, that wouldn't work.

I grabbed my satchel and rummaged through it. An object fell to the ground with a soft clink.

I slowly picked up the object. It was my golden mirror. The one Michael gave me for Christmas and my birthday.

My hands trembling, I managed to open the compact. The mirror reflected back at me.

"Show me Remus," I whispered into the night.

Reflected in the mirror's image was a ferocious wolf.

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I ran to the library, and found Bella reading one of the few remaining copies of 'A Prankster's Bible'. Of course, Madame Pince didn't know about these books. The students kept them a secret.

"Bella!" I said, standing behind her.

"What?" she asked.

"Bella, we have to talk."

We couldn't be seen walking together. Someone might tell Lily. So, I told her to meet me in the secret headquarters. Lily was getting told off by Minnie, so we wouldn't have to worry about her.

I left the library, and went to the secret room. Five minutes later, Bella entered.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting on the couch.

"Er, this might seem strange…"

"Noelle…" she said, a tone of warning in her voice. The kind that said 'if you don't tell me, I'll charm it out of you. Literally. Mundungus taught me how to do that…'

"Do you know about Remus?" I asked carefully.

"Of course I do. Everybody knows about him," Bella said confidently.

I sighed. "That's such a relief, because for a moment, I thought that I was the only one who knew he was a werewolf - "

Bella's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. "A - A werewolf?"

"You didn't know that?" I said, dread filling my heart. I just told someone something that was obviously supposed to be a secret.

"Look. Remus is still the same person. Just once a month, he turns into a monster. I mean, the Slytherins are monsters everyday! And I am willing to bet that Remus hates it…'

"You're right," Bella said, regaining her usually cool composure. "We have to help him."

"How are we supposed to help him?" I asked my crazy companion. Though perhaps I shouldn't have asked…

"I have an idea, but I want to double-check it first. I'll tell you as soon as it's confirmed."

I groaned. Usually, Bella's ideas were pretty bad…

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Bella Figg's POV

No matter what Noelle says, I don't have bad ideas. In fact, they are all genius.

But there's a thin line between genius and insanity. And my plan might have crossed it…

I came up with the idea during a dull Potions class. And boy, was it a doozie! We would be breaking at least 127 School Rules, not to mention the wizarding law!

Noelle and I could become Animagi.

But there's a small catch. The process has three parts. We need an expert potions brewer - Noelle. We need a master at Transfiguration. We would have to bring in Toria. She is friends with Noelle, and won't care about that.

But we also need someone good at Charms. And the only person that amazing is Lily.

And as we all know, Lily and Noelle don't exactly get along…

When I told Noelle my brilliant idea, she laughed.

Then she realized that I was serious…

"Bella, I don't know. It's really dangerous…

"Yes."

"And the ingredients are incredibly rare…"

"Yeah."

"And if we get caught, we will be in soooo much trouble…"

"Of course…"

"And we would have to be idiots not to do this!"

I smiled devilishly. "Exactly."

And so, our quest to become Anamagi began. But we still haven't told anybody else. We wouldn't need their help until 4th or 5th Year. It turns out that it takes the potion takes that long to concoct! But it will be worth the wait...

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"Bella!" Noelle called out. I turned around.

Noelle had been trying to figure out how to get the book we needed to pull it off. And so, we were in the secret room, brainstorming.

"I found the book we need to get. 'So You Wish to Become an Animagus'. It has everything!"

"How exactly are we supposed to get it?" I asked wryly. "Sneak into the Restricted Section of the Library?"

"No, I think Lucifer has this book in his library. I can get it over the holidays!" Noelle said.

"Okay!" I said eagerly. This was becoming easier than I thought.

We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing what animals we want to be. I'm not sure, but I refuse to become a flobberworm!

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Michael Barnette's POV

I was sitting in the corridor, my knees curled to my chest. I buried my head.

Just minutes ago, I had given Edward Potter the letter. The letter that stated clearly (I hope) that I was his son.

I miss my mom. I wish that she were here, her arms around me, telling me that everything would be okay. I wish she was here, telling me how much she loved me. I wish that I could tell her I love her.

I wish I could tell her goodbye.

I had never gotten the chance. I guess that's why I still feel so vurnerable. She's dead, and I didn't even say goodbye. I didn't even get to tell her that I love her one more time.

I felt someone's presence. "Godric, please go away," I said, tears slowly drifting down my cheeks.

The person walked forward, and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me. I looked up.

"I'm sorry," my father said to me, as the tears began sliding down his cheeks. I looked at him. He looked so sad. He looked like me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "I should have been there for you. Maybe then it wouldn't be so hard for you. We should have agreed on joint custody. But we couldn't. It pained us too much to see each other…"

I looked up at the man who was my father. "What was too hard?" I asked tearfully.

"Anastasia and I were very much in love. But we knew we couldn't be together?"

"Why? What happened?" I asked.

"It all started at Hogwarts. Anastasia and I fell in love. I was a Gryffindor. Your mother was a Ravenclaw. I don't know how she got into Ravenclaw. She was more of a prankster than I was…" his voice broke off. "We left Hogwarts, and went to the States, where we were married in secret."

"Why were you married in secret?" I asked.

"It's because, Michael, of Tom Riddle. You see, we were at Hogwarts together. We hated each other! But we had one thing in common. We both loved Anastasia. And Anastasia loved me. Not Tom. Me. So, Tom sank deep into the Dark Arts, hoping that he could use those to stop Anastasia from loving me. To make Anastasia love him. There was one spell that could accomplish this. But the woman must be innocent. She must have never married."

"But I still don't understand…"

"Anastasia and I always knew that we would be married. But then a spy tipped off Professor Dumbledore of Tommy's plan. So, we knew we would have to be married right away, but in secret. So, we went to America, and we married with just our families in the chapel."

"Oh," I said slowly. I still didn't understand where this was going.

"We were still in America when you and James were born. And then we realized something…"

"What did you realize?" I asked.

"We realized that by marrying, we had put you and James in danger. And that if Tom ever found out we married, he would kill me, you, Jules and James."

"I still don't understand…"

"By getting married, we endangered the two people we loved the most. And we knew that we must separate, and never see each other again."

"But why?" I said, as more tears began stinging my eyes.

"Because if we stayed together, Tom would eventually find out. He had many spies. So, we divorced, knowing that it was our only choice."

"I took custody of James, while Anastasia took custody of you. We moved apart. She went to Surrey while I moved to Essex. Tom Riddle never found out that we were married. When he tried out the spell on Anastasia, it didn't work. She wasn't innocent anymore."

He cleared his throat. "Tom Riddle now goes by the name of Lord Voldemort."

I was surprised. Voldemort loved my mother?

"That was when Voldemort found out we had been married. By then, we had both remarried. He went to go and kill you mother and stepfather. Because if he couldn't have Anastasia, nobody would."

"The End," I said, tears flowing freely from my eyes.

"The End of the Beginning," he whispered, brushing the tears off my face. "There is much more to come… it is far from being over.

*******(time change)*******

I walked into the common room, late that night. James was waiting for me.

"Michael, are you okay?" he asked.

"Er, no. I don't feel so good…" I said, faking a groan.

"Where were you?" James asked suspiciously.

"I was in the hospital wing," I lied.

"Oh. Go to sleep then. I'm just gonna stay out here for awhile."

"Good night," I said, walking up the stairs.

I sat up in my bed that night, not sleeping at all. When should I tell James? And how?

I need help…

And as if an omen from heaven itself, Godric Gryffindor appeared. He took one look at my face.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" he said softly. He would have said it boomingly loud, but there were some normal people that were sleeping.

"No," I said softly, avoiding his eyes.

"Michael, you have got to tell him. Now, if you don't tell him by… March 31… I will go up and tell him myself!" Godric said.

I rolled my eyes. "He is really going to believe you if you go up to him, introduce yourself as Godric Gryffindor, and tell him that one of his best friends is also his long-lost brother."

"Maybe not right away, but…"

"Godric, I'll tell him. I am just waiting for the right moment."

Godric looked at me. "I think that I will go now…" and with a faint POP, he disappeared.

I tossed and turned when I finally fell asleep, making it feel like I had not gotten any sleep at all. The only thing I could think of is the truth…

Nothing is more powerful. Nothing more majestic. Nothing is more terrifying than the truth…

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Sirius Black's POV

Ever since young Jules Potter arrived at Hogwarts, I have taken her under my wing. She was now pulling 3-4 pranks a day, on the Slytherins. She had also begun to learn the art of stealth…

The Marauders, Jules, and myself, had begun sneaking out at night on some occasions, without the invisibility cloaks. Yes, we should have used them, but like I have once said, 'what happens if they get confiscated?' So we had begun to practice lurking in the shadows. Becoming invisible, though not literally.

Jules was becoming quite the avid prankster. I can tell that Estelle and Jules will throw Hogwarts into a frenzy like it has never seen before.

With the Marauders' help, of course.

And so, right now, I was teaching my young student how to throw a dungbomb at someone without getting caught.

Our 'Target of the Day' was Snape.

And so, all throughout lunch, Snape smelled like dung. Jules continued throwing the bombs at him, and the teachers never once caught her. James has taught her the 'It Wasn't Me' look very well.

I opened my blue notebook to the last 20 pages (I had magically expanded it, so it now reached over 4,000 pages). On these pages, I had the names of every student at Hogwarts. And I listed a few of the students that would attend next year.

I put another tally by Jules' name. I have concluded that in the future, we would have to recruit new Marauders. We would decide by the detention record and prank record. Lily was by far in the lead, followed by Kiana, Toria, and Bella. Jules was catching up though… She didn't have a detention record, because she wasn't enrolled at Hogwarts, but her prank record was spectacular!

A Hufflepuff named Charlie Hunter was also doing very well in the contest. Charlie had just as many pranks and detentions as Toria and Kiana!

And believe it or not, a Ravenclaw was also in the race. Her name is Rhiane Richards. I believe that Charlie and Rhiane are working together… I believe that their main pranks have been against Hoffman. I think that they are behind the infamous Conspiracy Against Hoffman' group. They have been positively terrorizing him for the past couple of weeks. Not was much as the Marauders, however.

This should be interesting… A race to the finish! And I started it!

*******(time change)*******

"Mr. Black, will you pay ATTENTION!" Minnie screamed, banging her fist on my desk. She recoiled it however, because she had banged too hard.

"I'm sorry Minnie, I can't afford it," I said distractedly. I was looking around the classroom for my signal.

And then I saw it. Jules has wrote on the chalkboard the letter 'J'.

Minnie had turned around again, but I realized this would not do. So, I swept my Transfiguration book of my desk, and it fell to the ground with a BANG!

I had her attention, and I began arguing with her about something-or-another. Finally, the letter on the board was erased, and I sweetly agreed with my dearest professor.

Satisfied, she turned back around, and sat down. The Invisible Jules slipped some pictures into my bag, and quietly crept out of the room. Oh, would this be wonderful…

*******(time change)*******

The next day, the castle was in hysterics. For there were flyers tacked upon the walls and being passed around.

'What is so funny about flyers?' some may say. It was what was on the flyers that was hilarious.

There were pictures of Minnie McGonagall. One was of her picking her nose when she thought no one was looking. There was another of her with hair curlers, a facial mask, and a tartan bathrobe. And then there were a few good others…

I had found out that Minnie keeps her 'non-respectable' photographs in the top drawer of her desk. It's locked, and she is the only one who has the key.

Well, that's what she thought…

I had Jules sneak into Minnie's detention-slip clad office, and duplicate the key. Then, during Transfiguration, I distracted Minnie while Jules snatched the photos.

And we might have put them on flyers and distributed them throughout the school.

A prankster's job is never done…

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Lily Evans' POV

I dislike the month of February. Ugh.

I would be going over prank ideas in the library with Bella and all of the older kids would be going gaga over their boyfriends or girlfriends. Stupid Valentine's Day…

And they'd curse you if you'd laugh at them. A Hufflepuff named Charlotte Hunter learned that the hard way. But I believe she got them back…

Also, Transfiguration was terrible. We were in a hot, stuffy classroom, when we could be outside! It didn't help that I disliked Transfiguration to begin with.

Also, James Potter was born in the month of February.

That itself is a reason that February should have never existed.

It was all good. Potter and I would argue, we'd threaten each other, and we'd carry out our threat. But then, Bella and Sirius caught Potter and I wrestling, and made an assumption.

You know what happens when you assume, right?

Well, Sirius assumed. And now, Potter wouldn't even fight with me right! Life is not fair!

I picked up my quill and wrote a letter to my mother. After sealing it, I sent it off with Eris, my owl. I slowly trudged to the Great Hall for dinner.

I sat next to Bella, who appeared to be reading homework. As I looked back at this in later years, I should have realized that Bella wasn't reading homework. She barely ever did her homework!

"Bella, are you okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she said distractedly. How did I know she was distracted?

She buttered her steak instead of her roll.

I gently took the butter away before slapping her upside the head.

"What did you do that for?" she asked.

"Well, for one, you buttered your steak. Two, you ruined my relationship with James. And third, you never do your homework, so how can you be reading it?" I said, in one breath.

"One, I meant to butter my steak (A/N: She didn't mean to, she is just being defensive.)! Two, what relationship with James? And third, this is someone else's homework that I'm looking over, to study," she said, in one breath like I had.

"My relationship in the fact that we don't have one! We were perfectly fine fighting, but because of you and Sirius, he won't even fight with me right anymore!" I whined.

Bella raised her eyebrow. "You like him, don't you."

"Of course I don't! It's just that.. that he's fun to fight with. And he's fun to threaten. He's also fun to curse…"

I looked down at my plate, not noticing the look that Bella was giving me. And if I would have caught that look, I would have cursed her.

*******(time change)*******

I sat moping in the secret hideout. Bella said that she couldn't do anything because she had a 'previous engagement'. I asked her who she got engaged to, and she got sort of upset. She accused me of not listening to her.

I couldn't find Toria anywhere! And Kiana was getting an extra study session for Transfiguration, at Minnie's request.

And I was unbelievably bored.

I picked up a trunk in the room, and began riffling through it. It was an old, dusty trunk. It was already in the room when we discovered it.

I tried opening it, but I couldn't. Then, I noticed the key lock. I began searching for a key, and then remembered the purpose of magic.

"Alohomora," I whispered, tapping the key hole. The trunk opened, and a cloud of dust surrounded me.

I coughed, and soon the dust departed. I began rummaging through the trunk. There were some old prank equipment, some old books, and a couple more trunks inside of it.

I opened one of the trunks. It was filled with muggle yearbooks. I picked one up and began ruffling through it. And I saw Grams!

I examined the trunk, and discovered the name 'Rose Graham' on it. I was shocked.

I picked up another of the smaller trunks and tried to open it. It wouldn't open. "Alohomora," I whispered.

The trunk didn't open. Instead, writing appeared on it.

Lily, my lovely granddaughter,

If you are reading this, it means that I was successful in going through time. I know that you will need the information in this trunk one day. However, this is not your day. You will only be able to open this trunk when you are fourteen years of age. And you must. The future of the wizarding world depends on it.

Love,

Rose 'Grams' Graham

Shocked, I stared at the trunk. The writing disappeared, and I stared at the trunk still. Grams went forward in time? Why didn't she ever tell me?

You Idiot, she did tell you. Remember, you just read it.

Shut up!

::sub-conscience blew a raspberry at Lily::

I ignored the arrogance of my inner self. What does it mean that I'll need the stuff in the trunk?

It means that you'll need the stuff in the trunk.

Oh, do shut up. And what does it mean that the entire wizarding world depends upon it?

Exactly what it sounds like. Do you want me to spell it out for you.

I think I'll spell out something for you. B-U-G-G-E-R O-F-F!

I heard footsteps, so I quickly put the trunk away.

I heard someone say the password, and Kiana entered the secret headquarters. "Lily, are you coming to dinner?"

"Sure," I said shakily, getting up, and wiping off my sweaty hands.

But before leaving, I took one last look at the spot where I put the now-invisible trunk.

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Thomas Brooks' POV

Snape and I have become bitter enemies. I believe that he still hates James the most, but Sirius and I are now tied for second.

And I've never been more proud in my life.

(A/N: Imagine this having 'heroic' music in the background)

In my life, I have always stride for one goal, and one goal alone. And that is to be the best that I can be! And if snobbish gits like Snape and Malfoy hate me, then so be it. For I have done my job!

As an English citizen, and respectable member of the Wizard Community, I demand certain rights. Such as the right to be hated by snobbish gits! And the right to hate them right back! The right to curse them when they insult others! And the right to call them Snobbish Gits.

And if they hate me, then I am the best that I can be, because all Slytherins are scums, and to be disliked by them is to be an honorable and remarkably intelligent person!

(A/N: You can stop imagining the corny music now.)

Yes, I am quite proud of myself.

*******(time change)*******

I was exhausted in first period, double potions, that Monday morning. Which isn't a very good thing when you are being taught by the Slytherin Head of House.

My head drooped dangerously low towards the table. Right next to my boiling cauldron.

I jerked myself awake.

And then, my head fell over, hitting the rim of the cauldron firmly. Instead of dumping on me, it flew through the air, and landed on Snape's head.

It was a potion used to cause boils.

I am now proud to say that I am second on Severus Snape's hit list. And it was worth the week's worth of detentions that I received.

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Toria Vanter's POV

I walked throughout the halls of Hogwarts, my head held high. Minnie just told me that I have the highest grades in our year. Lily and James would have had the title, except for the fact that they were continuously kicked out of class for their behavior.

I ran to the Owlery to send the owl to my mother. As long as I kept up my grades, I would be indefinitely be named the First Year Valedictorian.

I noticed a black owl. It looked quite strange compared to the browns, whites, and tawnys. It stared intently at me, before swooping down. It brought a letter to me.

I slowly opened the black envelope with silver writing. A black piece of parchment fell out. I noticed the silver writing on it.

I picked it up with trembling hands, and read it.

Victoria,

Daddy's coming home.

I promptly fell down. Oh my lord, was I in trouble. I picked up the letter and ran to Dumbledore's office, before it would explode.

Luckily for me, Professor Dumbledore was walking out of his office. I ran up to him, not even panting.

Wordlessly, I handed Professor Dumbledore the letter. He scrutinized it, and quickly crumpled it up and threw it. It exploded. And if I was holding that letter when it exploded, I have no doubt in my mind that I would have exploded too.

"Toria, do not worry about it. I'm sure that it's just an empty threat," he said. But I knew he was lying. His eyes told all.

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A/N: Okay, I am getting really tired of typing, so I'm going to end it here. That was all quite strange, wasn't it… In case you're wondering, this is my longest chapter yet. It is 107 pages at Verdana 12 point font. The next chapter will probably not be as long. March is a fairly boring month, at least to me… NO offense is meant to anyone by that!

Let's start with my sincerest apologies if this was too confusing. I believe that some events are best described from a certain character's POV, so I kept switching and switching and switching on you. sorry!

My parents have agreed to extend my computer time, so I may be able to post weekly, if I can write it fast enough. However, I am getting a ton of English reports… My teacher now dislikes me because I talk to much, so she has been assigning me and my friends extra work! English teachers are evil! (Voldemort in disguise!)

Next chapter: It will be March, and Dkembvare gets closer… We might hear from our favorite Dark Lord, who has been on vacation in America, attending Evil Villains conventions and lounging around on the beach… okay, I am getting a bad mental image here! We'll have some more on Kiana's abnormality, Minnie Mouse, more treacle pudding, and we'll find out why Snape is so afraid of shampoo! We'll of course have Godric Gryffindor (it wouldn't be a story without him!) Michael might finally tell James the truth. Either in Chapter 10 or 11… We'll have a little on Jules Potter. And of course, we will have Lemon Drops! I forgot to put them in this chapter! Oh, and we'll see a cameo by 'Daddy Dearest'. You know, Toria's Death Eater of a father. And the Marauders will find out about Remus' condition. But unlike Bella and Noelle, they'll confront him about it. That's about it… Is that enough for you people?

What did you think of this? Good, Bad? Needs Improvement? Let me know! You see the little blue box (actually, it's kinda big) on the bottom? Type in anything you want to in there.

By the way, Year 2 will probably be titled 'Y2~The Marauders and the Prank War', or something similar to that. I will have 4 main prank-playing groups. The Slytherins, The Marauders, Lily's group (needs a name), and the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw group (C.A.H.). If you could help me think of the no-namers and/or send me prank ideas, I would greatly appreciate it! You can either put it in your review, or send me them at Luckie7n13@aol.com! Thank You!

~Noelle