A/n: Helloha everybody! Did you know that Good Charlotte Rox?! Anyways thanx to my reviewers!
Shinning Crystal – I'm writing, I'm writing! Thanx for reviewing!
Kerry – I won't make the girls animagi, just for you. About the couch sofa and chesterfield… I have really strange friends. We even made up a poem (similar to in Flanders Fields) about couches, sofas and chesterfields. Anyways… thanks for the review!
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White Spider – yay! Someone likes my pranks! And I agree, I don't think Remus should cry or something when people find out. :-D thanx for the review!
Happy - :-D wow it's an encouraging review! Keeps my morale up! Thank you very mucho!
Ok thanx again to all my loverly reviewers! Luv you all!
Disclaimer: everything harry potter related belongs to JK Rowling. The poem 'The Night Before Christmas' was written by Clement C Moore and it belongs to him.
And now on with the story!
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"Ok everybody, this is the plan," James said to the group of first years gathered around him. James meticulously explained his plan. It was the plan for the mother of all pranks, the big one, the one for the record books. This. Was. It. Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite that big. It was just the best prank they would play on the Slytherins. Ever.
Sirius had come up with the idea one day in History of Magic. Professor Binns was droning on and on about the goblin rebellions when Sirius had his inspiration. Of course he told the rest of the Marauders. Not that the old coot, who happened to be Professor Binns, noticed. He never noticed anything short of an explosion.
All of the marauders had stayed for Christmas. Everyone else left the week before. Literally everyone. Only the Marauders had stayed. Perfect for prank planning. It would happen when everyone came back. Perfect.
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"Oh Hello Lilykins!" Sirius said as he plopped (A/N: it's the attack of the plops! Don't ask…) down on Lily's lap.
"Hello Sirikins!" Lily replied as she shoved Sirius off her lap, onto the floor.
"Aww! You don't love me anymore do you?" Sirius pouted as he clambered back onto the sofa. (A/n: :-D)
"No."
"I'm hurt."
"Oh I'm so sorry Siri! I lurve you!"
"You lurve me? I don't know if I should take that as an insult or compliment…"
"Anyways, why is it that you came in here to bug me?" Lily asked.
"Oh just to tell you that we found a secret rooms. Bubye!"
"WHAT! Sirius! Get your scrawny arse back here!" Lily bellowed as Sirius started to go out of the common room.
"Oh fine…" Sirius sighed as he came back. Suddenly he grabbed Lily and slung her over his shoulder and carried her out of the common room.
"SIRIUS! LET ME DOWN!" Lily screamed as she was carted through the empty halls of Hogwarts.
"Here we go," Sirius said as he let Lily down outside of a picture of a centaur.
"Hello there you fine filly," the centaur said as he eyed Lily, "Do you know the password?"
"Um…"
"It's Zaboodle," Sirius said quickly. Suddenly the picture slid into the ground revealing a room which held James, Remus, Peter and Arabella.
"It's a good thing no one else is here," Remus said as Lily and Sirius entered the richly furnished room, "Otherwise someone would think that you were dieing, Lily." Nods of agreement accompanied this statement.
"Well it's not my fault that Sirius came and slung me over his shoulder!" Lily exclaimed indignantly.
"WHAT?"
"Sirius, we told you to go and get Lily, not to kidnap her!" James said with an amused smile on his face.
"But kidnapping is so much more fun!" Sirius whined.
"Anyways! Was this the secret room you wanted to show me?" Lily asked as she surveyed the room. It had mismatched blue, purple and red chairs strewn about the room in a homely fashion. The bay window on one side was flanked by silver gauze curtains and on the other side of the room there was a brick fireplace adorned with a marble mantle. All in all it was a lovely room.
"Yeah! Isn't it so cool!" Arabella exclaimed as she led Lily to a seat.
"You know what? This would be the perfect place for the Marauder Headquarters!" Remus exclaimed as a brainwave hit him.
"You know I think you're right! It would be perfect for planning pranks…" James agreed.
"Yeah!" a chorus of voices answered.
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"Night Ara," Lily said sleepily as she laid her head down on her pillow to go to sleep.
"Night Lils," Arabella responded as she too fell asleep.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;
And Mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like wreath.
He had a broad face and a round little belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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That's all for now! I promise I will write more soon. And I'll finish Christmas in the next chapter. This probably was really boring, but I promise a prank in the next chapter, cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye. Please review! Even though this was a cruddy chapter please review!!!
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