On the seventh day of Christmas, my best friends gave to me

seven Quidditch pitches

six snitches swooping,

five chocolate frogs

four butterbeers,

three broomsticks

two phoenixes

and a box of Bertie Bott's Beans.


I've got a song. Sirius announced. He was still in his Christmas song mode from the previous night. You're a mean one, Mr. Snape. You really are a heel.


You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Snape. James continued, trying not to break down laughing.


You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. Remus continued.


You're a monster, Mr. Snape. Peter picked up. Your heart's an empty hole.


Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Snape. James continued.


I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole! Sirius finished.


You guys, stop. Lily protested. That's just mean.


As if he's going to find out. Sirius pointed out.


Well stop it anyway. Lily ordered.


Fine, we will. James promised. Of course, if we want entertainment, we can always get Sirius here drunk again. Or should I call you Ishboo?


Quiet Mr. Repairman, or you'll have to repair your own nose. Sirius growled.


Fair enough. James smiled.


That's it. Sirius cried. He began chasing James around the Common Room and up the stairs to the dorm. Loud crashes were heard up there, but no one dared go up and check. They were laughing too hard anyway.


"Lily." a voice behind her said. She jumped, making Remus and Peter stare at her, confused. "Lily, its me, James."


"James?" she whispered. "Where are you and why do you always sneak up on me with that damn cloak of yours?"


"Right behind you and because its fun." Sirius' voice replied.


"Sirius, shut up." James whispered. "We're going to Hogsmeade now. Remus, Peter, you know where to meet."


"Why can't we just go under the cloak with you two?" Peter asked.


"Because James is going to get out of it so Lily and I can go make out first." Sirius grinned. Less than a second later, they heard the sound of him being hit in the head, followed by a loud 'ouch.' Luckily, only Lily, Peter, and Remus heard this.


"Actually, we need someone to open the Portrait hole so we can get out." James replied. "Lils, we'll be back in about half an hour."


"I'll have the party ready by then." she grinned as Remus and Peter headed for the exit.

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"All right people!" Sirius shouted, getting everyone's attention. "Who here feels we should have a party?"


The Common room erupted into cheers and cries of agreement.


"Well all right then. Guys?" he grinned. The remaining Marauders came bounding down the stairs from the dorm carrying the cases of Butterbeer. "Let's get this party started!"


Less than an hour later, they were all starting to feel the effects of too much Butterbeer. Only those in the Fourth year and above actually stayed. The rest seemed to think it was a better idea to go down to dinner instead. The Seventh years were by far the most drunk. Frank Longbottom particularly. He was currently asleep under one of the tables, after singing sixteen verses of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Tamika Hansen, his girlfriend, was curled up with him. Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to think he was a butterfly. And Lily and the Marauders were busy singing Christmas carols with modified lyrics. (A/N- I know the words won't match the real songs, but keep in mind, they're drunk. It makes sense to them.)


"We four kings of Gryffindor are." Sirius sang loudly.


"Planning to blow up a car!" James continued.


"But that's after we have put it in the Slytherin's dorms." Remus finished. They all dissolved into giggles, so the song wasn't finished.


"I've got one." Lily spoke up. "Away in the dungeons, with grease on his head."


"That ugly git Snape lay down in his bed." James continued.


"He wishes he had some shampoo for his head." Peter added.


"But since he doesn't, he used slime instead." Sirius finished. "I've got a song too."


(To Jolly Old St. Nicholas)

God I hate those Slytherins

why are they such gits?

The one that they're good for,

is for getting hit

I'm just glad that they all left

for the holidays

except for that Snape, let's go

and on him pranks we'll play


"Brilliant Padfoot." James slurred. "Anyone else got a song?"


"Ooh, pick me." Remus replied, waving his hand in the air as though he were in class.


(To Oh Christmas Tree)

Oh Slytherin, Oh Slytherins

Our hate for you's unchanging

Oh Slytherin Oh Slytherins

Those pranks you play are lame

Why can't you see Marauders rule?

You'll never beat us in a duel

Oh Slytherins oh Slytherins

Our hate for you's unchanging


"Vewy good." Peter slurred. "Especially the part about the goose."


"That was my favorite too." James said.


"Did you like it too Lily?" Sirius asked, finishing the last of the Butterbeer. "Lily?"


"Lily Billy." James said in a singsong voice. She'd fallen asleep shortly after Remus began singing. "Lily's sleeping."


"Sounds good." Remus said. "Wake me when its today."


"Nighty night." Peter said, rolling off the couch, already asleep before he hit the floor.