Note: In this chapter the boys acquire their new nicknames (it said in the
PoA they became animagus properly by the end of their fifth year, so they
wouldn't get their names until then), and develop a prank.
Thank you to everyone that reviewed they helped a lot!
Chapter 3: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and prongs.
The next day the boys woke up at noon, and made a mutual decision to play a two on two game of quidditch. James and Sirius were both top players on the Gryffindor quidditch team. James played as one of the three team chasers, while Sirius played as one of the two beaters, which suited him quite well as he was naturally roguish.
Of course, Remus had tried out for the team twice, but just didn't seem to be cut out for it. This didn't both him terribly though, because although he liked quidditch well enough, he could just as easily be content spending his time reading, catching up on school work, or more importantly, fool proofing the Marauders well thought out pranks, making sure absolutely nothing could go wrong.
Peter, on the other hand, could hardly catch a ball on foot, let alone riding a broomstick, which would be quite next to impossible. It was fairly safe to say he would rather watch from the sidelines. He was keener on placing bets on who would win an upcoming school quidditch match, and making profits off other houses when Gryffindor won. Naturally, this money partly went towards the Marauders stash they kept for their pranks.
Since there were only enough people for two people on each team, their game was based on who got the most goals. Of course, being part of a rich, pure blood family, it was only natural that the Potter Mansion held a quidditch pitch, if only three quarters the size of a full sized one, this was more than enough for their game, and at least they had the scoring rings for their goals.
The boys ended up playing two games. The first, Peter and Sirius won, only because they lost count of the score and Sirius declared them the winner "'cause me and Petsie here are just way hotter than you two losers. Therefore, we win!" So of course, they had a rematch which James and Remus won, basically because it was James' job as a chaser to score goals, so it was what he was best at, and probably also because Peter wasn't on their team.
The boys ended up staying on their brooms until dusk; once they had played the two games, they ended up just flying around, mucking about in the air. Once the sky got darker however, they were called in to scrub up before dinner.
~*~
"Now James, you're mother and I have a formal dinner to attend at the Rinton House, you boys will be alone for the rest of the night, we won't be home till late. Behave," he added, with a somewhat stern glance.
"Of course father, when are we ever anything but innocent little cherubs, hmm?" James said, with a cheeky grin that said highly otherwise.
"Don't worry Mr. Potter, we promise not to break any china," Remus reassured him.
"Yes very well," Mr. Potter ended, "bye then."
"Bye," chorused the four boys, with cheery waves. With that James' father nodded to the boys and waltzed out of the room.
"Well boys, we're on our own," James said, smiling mischievously.
A squeaky voice from the doorway erupted in a squeaky tone, "Sirs, dinner is served." It was one of the house elves, and once it had said that it vanished with a pop. The boys took one look at each other, and raced out of the room. These boys lived for food, especially after spending the day on broomsticks.
As the boys made their way through three main dishes of pasta, stir – fry and steak, randomly grabbing a buttered roll, or a scoop of mash potato, they talked about a variety of things; the end of year ball etc. However, there was one topic that was sure to make anyone want to stop and eavesdrop.
"You know, we should have nicknames," James suddenly said. The other three boys gave him a quizzical look.
"We do," Sirius finally said, "Jamsie, Remy, Petsie and Siri," and he accordingly pointed to each boy as he stated their 'nicknames.'
"No, no. Like, we're the Marauders right, and you know, not that each of us can turn into an animal," James said, dropping his voice, "we should each have a name that represents that animal. You know, like for me, something to do with my antlers."
Remus looked thoughtful for a moment, "you know, that's not such a bad idea." He paused, and then, "Oh, ooh! James, you could be prongs!" He said excitedly, gesturing above his head where the antlers would be on a stag.
"That I could. Good thinking!" James said, grinning, "now for you guys…" At that the boys went silent for a few moments in thought.
"Moony," Peter piped up suddenly.
"What?!" Sirius said, looking confused.
"R…Remus could be...you know...Moony," he said, now somewhat unsure of himself. Remus grinned.
"Yeah! I Like it. Moony." He said.
At this, the other boys smiled too.
"Catchy that one is. Now me." Sirius said eagerly.
"Hmm," thought Remus.
"Furface."
"Waggy."
"Bitch."
"Snuffles." At this, Sirius, who currently had a mouthful of Pumpkin Juice in his mouth, spluttered, and spurted this all over Peter's plate.
"Snuffles! Snuffles! The best you could come up with!? Snuffles….!"
While Remus and James were chuckling and making noises as you would to a cute little puppy dog, Peter just pouted and complained,
"Aww, look what you've done to my food." Everyone ignored this.
"Ok, ok, something other than Snuffles I take," Remus said, with a grin. Sirius gave him 'the look.'
The list went on until…
"Fastfeet?"
"Padfoot." At this Sirius grinned and said,
"Finally, some genius. Now, for good old Petsie."
"Scatter."
"Cat chow…" and again the list went on until James spoke up.
"How about Wormtail." Peter gave him a look of somewhat horror. James elaborated.
"Ok, don't you remember. It was like the second time we went out onto the ground in our animal forms; we went into the forest and…"
"And that bird attacked your tail 'cause it thought it was a worm!" Sirius finished for him, and again, the boys cracked into mirthful laughter at this memory.
"So what do you think? Wormtail?" Asked James.
"Well, it's better than Cat Chow," said Peter resignedly, though smiling nevertheless.
~*~
The next few weeks until the start of term went by in a flurry. The boys used their new nicknames as often as possible, and soon it became a second nature to call each other these names instead of those on their birth certificates.
In the last week of the holidays the boy's floo'd their way to Diagon Alley, where they bought all their school supplies, and a few of quite the opposite.
A few Filibuster Fireworks and Sound Charms later, the four Marauders were sitting at an outside table, enjoying the taste of Florean Fortescue's ice cream. Though, not alone; sitting with them was Joey and Lisa, two of the sixth year female Gryffindors. Although, no Lily.
While Remus was quite smooth, as James would say, while talking to Joey, and did indeed flirt, if ever so subtly with her, Peter was quite the opposite. He was shy and nervous, and couldn't quite get his mouth around and coherent words. Finally, after many no so subtle nudging from Sirius and winks of encouragement from James, peter found his voice, and made an attempt at conversation with Lisa, even if it was that bit futile.
"So…so Lisa…you do anything these holidays?" Peter finally managed to say.
"Yeah, sure, for the first two weeks my family and I visited some distant cousins in Canada. I tell you though, they've got some weird ass way of talking over there," she replied, somehow withstanding Peters spluttering.
The girls chit chatted idly with the boys, though couldn't stay for as quite soon Joey's mother came by to pick them both up. The girls said their farewells, with promises of finding the on the Hogwarts express on the first of September.
When the boys were alone again, Remus said,
"Care to explain what these are for?" and gestured towards the bag carrying the Filibuster Fireworks and Sound Charms. At this, Sirius grinned and as the four boys huddled together, told them of the prank tool he had invented in his time alone at the Black Manor, and the Marauders discussed the many pranking opportunities that came along with this ever so useful tool.
To onlookers, this scene may have looked like four innocent boys simply getting overexcited about a recently watched quidditch match or the likes. They would see one of the boys gesturing wildly with his arms, clapping his hands together once, then with a pointed finger, spiraled his hand upwards, chatting excitedly. At this, the boys would all laugh, maybe with a hint of cheekiness, but could still perhaps be taken as innocent. Little did they know.
A/N: You will see what this new prank is all about next chapter. Reviews GREATLY appreciated.
Chapter 3: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and prongs.
The next day the boys woke up at noon, and made a mutual decision to play a two on two game of quidditch. James and Sirius were both top players on the Gryffindor quidditch team. James played as one of the three team chasers, while Sirius played as one of the two beaters, which suited him quite well as he was naturally roguish.
Of course, Remus had tried out for the team twice, but just didn't seem to be cut out for it. This didn't both him terribly though, because although he liked quidditch well enough, he could just as easily be content spending his time reading, catching up on school work, or more importantly, fool proofing the Marauders well thought out pranks, making sure absolutely nothing could go wrong.
Peter, on the other hand, could hardly catch a ball on foot, let alone riding a broomstick, which would be quite next to impossible. It was fairly safe to say he would rather watch from the sidelines. He was keener on placing bets on who would win an upcoming school quidditch match, and making profits off other houses when Gryffindor won. Naturally, this money partly went towards the Marauders stash they kept for their pranks.
Since there were only enough people for two people on each team, their game was based on who got the most goals. Of course, being part of a rich, pure blood family, it was only natural that the Potter Mansion held a quidditch pitch, if only three quarters the size of a full sized one, this was more than enough for their game, and at least they had the scoring rings for their goals.
The boys ended up playing two games. The first, Peter and Sirius won, only because they lost count of the score and Sirius declared them the winner "'cause me and Petsie here are just way hotter than you two losers. Therefore, we win!" So of course, they had a rematch which James and Remus won, basically because it was James' job as a chaser to score goals, so it was what he was best at, and probably also because Peter wasn't on their team.
The boys ended up staying on their brooms until dusk; once they had played the two games, they ended up just flying around, mucking about in the air. Once the sky got darker however, they were called in to scrub up before dinner.
~*~
"Now James, you're mother and I have a formal dinner to attend at the Rinton House, you boys will be alone for the rest of the night, we won't be home till late. Behave," he added, with a somewhat stern glance.
"Of course father, when are we ever anything but innocent little cherubs, hmm?" James said, with a cheeky grin that said highly otherwise.
"Don't worry Mr. Potter, we promise not to break any china," Remus reassured him.
"Yes very well," Mr. Potter ended, "bye then."
"Bye," chorused the four boys, with cheery waves. With that James' father nodded to the boys and waltzed out of the room.
"Well boys, we're on our own," James said, smiling mischievously.
A squeaky voice from the doorway erupted in a squeaky tone, "Sirs, dinner is served." It was one of the house elves, and once it had said that it vanished with a pop. The boys took one look at each other, and raced out of the room. These boys lived for food, especially after spending the day on broomsticks.
As the boys made their way through three main dishes of pasta, stir – fry and steak, randomly grabbing a buttered roll, or a scoop of mash potato, they talked about a variety of things; the end of year ball etc. However, there was one topic that was sure to make anyone want to stop and eavesdrop.
"You know, we should have nicknames," James suddenly said. The other three boys gave him a quizzical look.
"We do," Sirius finally said, "Jamsie, Remy, Petsie and Siri," and he accordingly pointed to each boy as he stated their 'nicknames.'
"No, no. Like, we're the Marauders right, and you know, not that each of us can turn into an animal," James said, dropping his voice, "we should each have a name that represents that animal. You know, like for me, something to do with my antlers."
Remus looked thoughtful for a moment, "you know, that's not such a bad idea." He paused, and then, "Oh, ooh! James, you could be prongs!" He said excitedly, gesturing above his head where the antlers would be on a stag.
"That I could. Good thinking!" James said, grinning, "now for you guys…" At that the boys went silent for a few moments in thought.
"Moony," Peter piped up suddenly.
"What?!" Sirius said, looking confused.
"R…Remus could be...you know...Moony," he said, now somewhat unsure of himself. Remus grinned.
"Yeah! I Like it. Moony." He said.
At this, the other boys smiled too.
"Catchy that one is. Now me." Sirius said eagerly.
"Hmm," thought Remus.
"Furface."
"Waggy."
"Bitch."
"Snuffles." At this, Sirius, who currently had a mouthful of Pumpkin Juice in his mouth, spluttered, and spurted this all over Peter's plate.
"Snuffles! Snuffles! The best you could come up with!? Snuffles….!"
While Remus and James were chuckling and making noises as you would to a cute little puppy dog, Peter just pouted and complained,
"Aww, look what you've done to my food." Everyone ignored this.
"Ok, ok, something other than Snuffles I take," Remus said, with a grin. Sirius gave him 'the look.'
The list went on until…
"Fastfeet?"
"Padfoot." At this Sirius grinned and said,
"Finally, some genius. Now, for good old Petsie."
"Scatter."
"Cat chow…" and again the list went on until James spoke up.
"How about Wormtail." Peter gave him a look of somewhat horror. James elaborated.
"Ok, don't you remember. It was like the second time we went out onto the ground in our animal forms; we went into the forest and…"
"And that bird attacked your tail 'cause it thought it was a worm!" Sirius finished for him, and again, the boys cracked into mirthful laughter at this memory.
"So what do you think? Wormtail?" Asked James.
"Well, it's better than Cat Chow," said Peter resignedly, though smiling nevertheless.
~*~
The next few weeks until the start of term went by in a flurry. The boys used their new nicknames as often as possible, and soon it became a second nature to call each other these names instead of those on their birth certificates.
In the last week of the holidays the boy's floo'd their way to Diagon Alley, where they bought all their school supplies, and a few of quite the opposite.
A few Filibuster Fireworks and Sound Charms later, the four Marauders were sitting at an outside table, enjoying the taste of Florean Fortescue's ice cream. Though, not alone; sitting with them was Joey and Lisa, two of the sixth year female Gryffindors. Although, no Lily.
While Remus was quite smooth, as James would say, while talking to Joey, and did indeed flirt, if ever so subtly with her, Peter was quite the opposite. He was shy and nervous, and couldn't quite get his mouth around and coherent words. Finally, after many no so subtle nudging from Sirius and winks of encouragement from James, peter found his voice, and made an attempt at conversation with Lisa, even if it was that bit futile.
"So…so Lisa…you do anything these holidays?" Peter finally managed to say.
"Yeah, sure, for the first two weeks my family and I visited some distant cousins in Canada. I tell you though, they've got some weird ass way of talking over there," she replied, somehow withstanding Peters spluttering.
The girls chit chatted idly with the boys, though couldn't stay for as quite soon Joey's mother came by to pick them both up. The girls said their farewells, with promises of finding the on the Hogwarts express on the first of September.
When the boys were alone again, Remus said,
"Care to explain what these are for?" and gestured towards the bag carrying the Filibuster Fireworks and Sound Charms. At this, Sirius grinned and as the four boys huddled together, told them of the prank tool he had invented in his time alone at the Black Manor, and the Marauders discussed the many pranking opportunities that came along with this ever so useful tool.
To onlookers, this scene may have looked like four innocent boys simply getting overexcited about a recently watched quidditch match or the likes. They would see one of the boys gesturing wildly with his arms, clapping his hands together once, then with a pointed finger, spiraled his hand upwards, chatting excitedly. At this, the boys would all laugh, maybe with a hint of cheekiness, but could still perhaps be taken as innocent. Little did they know.
A/N: You will see what this new prank is all about next chapter. Reviews GREATLY appreciated.