Caught, Or Not?
The next morning they could hardly wait for breakfast to come so they could see the look on everyone's faces. As the Gryffindors sat down at their table, shrieks were heard coming from the corridor. There was a stampede of soaking wet Slytherins, some of whom had icicles in their hair. The ringleader was yet to come, though. Snape pushed his way to the front of the crowd and demanded to see Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stood and politely excused himself, " The Slytherins seem to be having problems this morning." With that he swept out of the room with the Slytherins at his heels.
As soon as they were out of the room, Harry started laughing. Soon, Hermione and Ron joined in. The Marauders were looking murderous and Fred and George were looking at them with admiration.
Suddenly there was another shriek from the corridor, and the Ravenclaws filed in. They looked as though a make-up artist had run amuck on them. The Dream Team laughed even harder, the Marauders looked even more murderous, and Fred and George grinned.
"Taught 'em everything they know." George said, wiping an imaginary tear from his cheek.
Two more teachers left to the Ravenclaw common room. Not 15 minutes later, there was more yelling and stampeding in the corridor. The Hufflepuffs entered, many of who were wiping their lips or spitting.
"The Bloody Baron kissed me!" a girl complained.
"Yeah, well, Moaning Myrtle kissed me." Said a guy.
The rest of the teachers left and Harry and Ron collapsed to the floor. When they got up, they had to hold each other up. The Marauders were wishing that the three were dead and Fred and George were congratulating them on a job well done.
The teachers and students came back and sat down. Dumbledore stood up.
" There seems to be an unfortunate turn of events. Unfortunately, there are no way to undo the spells and we will have to put up with this… artwork for the day." His eyes twinkled merrily.
Breakfast was eaten in silence and when everyone was leaving, McGonagall came up to the table.
"Who did it?" she asked.
"Not us!" Everyone said.
"Really, so it just happened?" she accused.
She walked over to Harry, "You did it didn't you?"
"No!" he said, looking innocent. Just then Sirius came strolling by. He "happened" to overhear the conversation, and decided to dig Harry out of this one- just this once. *yeah, right*
"Minerva, I've known Harry all his life. Never have I known him, or Ron or Hermione to step even a toe out of line. They are model students!"
McGonagall looked as if she didn't believe him, but having nothing to use against them, she let it slide.
"Mr. Potter, please except my deepest if somewhat doubtful apology." She said insincerely. She turned and left.
The Marauders moved as if to punch them, but Fred and George moved in to talk tricks. Harry smiled sweetly at the Marauders over Fred's shoulder.
That day, the teachers were exasperated. The students weren't paying attention and were only interested in who had done the pranks. The Marauders snubbed them when they passed the Dream Team in the hall, which was quite often, as they had the same classes and such.
In Defense Against the Dark Arts, there was a noticeable hostility towards Peter Pettigrew. They couldn't tell why the teacher hated him, or why the other new students hated him, but they were interested.
After he was done teaching the lesson, Sirius came and sat down next to Harry and them.
"A brilliant prank if I say so myself."
"We know. We had a little help from the map."
"Really. I wondered. Now who did the dark mark in Snape's hair?"
Ron raised his hand.
"Brilliant."
