The Marauder Mishaps: Year One
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, I do not own any part of it! This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes of the writer and reader only!
A/N: Chapter Four! SO sorry it took so long, I've been busy working with another horse assignment (Anyone else ride?) and was stuck working and racing everyday. Hope you enjoy despite!
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The Gryffindor prefects handed out schedules to the long table of students, and James beamed at the busy piece of parchment in his hand.
"Brilliant! We have Potions with Slytherin first thing this morning! Wonderful day, isn't it Siri?" He clapped the back of Sirius who was sitting next to him, who immidiately began choking on his mouthful of toast, much to the amusement of Remus and Peter.
"Brilliant? What in the name of Merlin has ever been remotely brilliant about spending all bloody morning with the Slytherins? And in case you haven't noticed, it's raining hippogriffs this 'wonderful day'." He scowled, finally having recovered from his choking fit and gesturing to the navy blue, stormy ceiling.
"Siri! I'm surprised at you! You couldn't possibly believe that this morning's previous event was a one-time deal?" James asked pleasantly, obviously not about to be put out.
Remus groaned audibly. "I can see where this is going..." But James simply beamed at him.
"Right you are Rem!" James was almost humming in good humor while Peter grinned sheepishly.
"What curse should we hit the Slytherins with first, James?" Peter asked eagerly, looking somewhat surprised at himself. Sirius finally seemed to have understood the point James was getting at and let out a thick sort of 'Ooooh', adding a grin to accentuate the thought. James gasped in mock horror at the sight, and pretended to fall off his seat, catching the glances of students from other houses.
"Merlin! Rem, Pete, it looks like...he's...thinking!" He stressed the word, and Peter and Remus joined in on the fun, Remus falling sideways onto Peter in "horror" who was hurriedly fanning himself with the handkercheif of the girl next to him, earning him a particularly dirty look. Sirius let out a growl at James and casually cradled a bit of poridge in spoon, pulling it back and- FLING! The porridge shot through the air to land square in the middle of James Potter's forehead. Remus howled with laughter, while Peter was bent double at the sight of them. Sirius beamed triumphantly and stood up to bow when- SPLAT! A spoonful of something that used to be food hit him over the eye. He dived at James who was waving his spoon triumphantly to the cheering of a number of Gryffindors who were now watching the scene in amusement. James toppled over backwards off the bench, where he was trying to fend off Sirius who was attacking him with a bagel when a voice interrupted the dispute.
"Well, well. First day of classes and already disregarding the rules, hmm? I believe that merits a detention." A young man who looked as though he had only just graduated Hogwarts himself stood over them, almost white blonde hair slicked back with such skill that the first year girls had stopped swooning over Sirius to titter about this fellow instead. James realized the hall had drawn to a hush, so that only a few whispers broke the silence.
"...Look at him..." "Aren't they only first years..." "...Shame on them..." "...Upsetting Professor Malfoy like that..."
James realized Sirius was unusually quiet, glaring with such fervor at the man James thought he was liable to stand up and throttle him. So this was Professor Malfoy...
"Well if it isn't young Sirius Black. I'm sure your mother and father will be most delighted to hear about your new...status." He looked pointedly at the Gryffindor table and no one could miss the sarcasm dripping from his voice, or sudden wince on the part of Sirius. With that, Malfoy turned on his heel and swaggered back to the staff table. Soon the talking resumed in the Great Hall again, and the scene was as good as forgotten. All except for four first year boys who were huddled together at the Gryffindor table, already planning revenge.
"That dirty son of a-" "Sirius!" Remus said sharply, ever the sensible, well-mannered, if oddly fun-loving member of the group
"Remus, I /know/ that git! He's a good friend of father, and is to marry my cousin. He's as trustworthy as a garden gnome! And now he's bound to tell father and mother that I've been sorted into Gryffindor instead of the family house-"
"What would upset your parents so much about you being sorted into Gryffindor?" James asked, frowning a bit. Sirius sighed, and for the first time since James had met him, his name seemed to suit him. Sirius...serious... "You know, James. Your family is 'pureblood', of course mother and father never speak well of you, which means your with the decent lot of them. But father always talks of the noble house of Black, how the well kempt, 'decent' wizards and witches were sorted into the family house- Slytherin. They would have been enraged if I had been anything otherwise, but I'll wager Mum will go off the mickey when she learns I've been sorted into Slytherin's worst enemy. Nothing new of course, they'll simply go on about how Regulus will turn out decent, how Regulus is truly my father's son, how bloody Regulus would sooner leave the Wizarding world and become a muggle then disgrace the family name by becoming a /Gryffindor/!" He was shaking with rage now, and James put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him roughly.
"Forget about it Siri, if your parents are really as miserable as they sound, you can come stay with me over the holiday! Mum won't mind, I've got to write a letter to her and dad anyway letting them know I've gotten in Gryffindor and I haven't been expelled yet." James grinned.
"Right, and we'll get that old git back so that he'll wish he'd never set his foul head in this school!" Remus said suddenly, and all of them were surprised. They had never heard Remus speak out against a teacher, even if they hadn't known him long, it was obviously out of his character.
"That we will!" Peter piped up, seeming empowered by Remus' fury.
"S'like my dad always says." James whispered, still seething with anger as the subject returned back to Professor Malfoy. "Appease the saints and avoid the marauders." He said in his best imitation of his father's voice, and grinning despite himself.
"And I'd say Malfoy-" "Just messed with the worst buncha-" "Marauders this school-" "Has ever seen." James, Peter, Sirius, and Remus grinned. By the looks of it, these boys were going to make absolutely certain that no one would ever forget the day Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry enrolled a band of Marauders.
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A/N- Again, terribly sorry it took so long, won't happen again, I promise! I know this chapter was excruciatingly short, but I thought that the event leading up to the gang forming the Marauders should stand all by itself. I'm already working on chapter five, and it'll be up later tonight or tomorrow evening. . Thanks for reading, please feel free to drop by any comments, criticisms, ideas, flame my hide if you so desire, either way I'll have fun reading them! BTW- If anyone could tell me how to bold and italicize words using a Word Pad system I would greatly appreciate it, as I've tried the manual and HTML methods, neither which have been succesful. Thanks very much!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, I do not own any part of it! This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes of the writer and reader only!
A/N: Chapter Four! SO sorry it took so long, I've been busy working with another horse assignment (Anyone else ride?) and was stuck working and racing everyday. Hope you enjoy despite!
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The Gryffindor prefects handed out schedules to the long table of students, and James beamed at the busy piece of parchment in his hand.
"Brilliant! We have Potions with Slytherin first thing this morning! Wonderful day, isn't it Siri?" He clapped the back of Sirius who was sitting next to him, who immidiately began choking on his mouthful of toast, much to the amusement of Remus and Peter.
"Brilliant? What in the name of Merlin has ever been remotely brilliant about spending all bloody morning with the Slytherins? And in case you haven't noticed, it's raining hippogriffs this 'wonderful day'." He scowled, finally having recovered from his choking fit and gesturing to the navy blue, stormy ceiling.
"Siri! I'm surprised at you! You couldn't possibly believe that this morning's previous event was a one-time deal?" James asked pleasantly, obviously not about to be put out.
Remus groaned audibly. "I can see where this is going..." But James simply beamed at him.
"Right you are Rem!" James was almost humming in good humor while Peter grinned sheepishly.
"What curse should we hit the Slytherins with first, James?" Peter asked eagerly, looking somewhat surprised at himself. Sirius finally seemed to have understood the point James was getting at and let out a thick sort of 'Ooooh', adding a grin to accentuate the thought. James gasped in mock horror at the sight, and pretended to fall off his seat, catching the glances of students from other houses.
"Merlin! Rem, Pete, it looks like...he's...thinking!" He stressed the word, and Peter and Remus joined in on the fun, Remus falling sideways onto Peter in "horror" who was hurriedly fanning himself with the handkercheif of the girl next to him, earning him a particularly dirty look. Sirius let out a growl at James and casually cradled a bit of poridge in spoon, pulling it back and- FLING! The porridge shot through the air to land square in the middle of James Potter's forehead. Remus howled with laughter, while Peter was bent double at the sight of them. Sirius beamed triumphantly and stood up to bow when- SPLAT! A spoonful of something that used to be food hit him over the eye. He dived at James who was waving his spoon triumphantly to the cheering of a number of Gryffindors who were now watching the scene in amusement. James toppled over backwards off the bench, where he was trying to fend off Sirius who was attacking him with a bagel when a voice interrupted the dispute.
"Well, well. First day of classes and already disregarding the rules, hmm? I believe that merits a detention." A young man who looked as though he had only just graduated Hogwarts himself stood over them, almost white blonde hair slicked back with such skill that the first year girls had stopped swooning over Sirius to titter about this fellow instead. James realized the hall had drawn to a hush, so that only a few whispers broke the silence.
"...Look at him..." "Aren't they only first years..." "...Shame on them..." "...Upsetting Professor Malfoy like that..."
James realized Sirius was unusually quiet, glaring with such fervor at the man James thought he was liable to stand up and throttle him. So this was Professor Malfoy...
"Well if it isn't young Sirius Black. I'm sure your mother and father will be most delighted to hear about your new...status." He looked pointedly at the Gryffindor table and no one could miss the sarcasm dripping from his voice, or sudden wince on the part of Sirius. With that, Malfoy turned on his heel and swaggered back to the staff table. Soon the talking resumed in the Great Hall again, and the scene was as good as forgotten. All except for four first year boys who were huddled together at the Gryffindor table, already planning revenge.
"That dirty son of a-" "Sirius!" Remus said sharply, ever the sensible, well-mannered, if oddly fun-loving member of the group
"Remus, I /know/ that git! He's a good friend of father, and is to marry my cousin. He's as trustworthy as a garden gnome! And now he's bound to tell father and mother that I've been sorted into Gryffindor instead of the family house-"
"What would upset your parents so much about you being sorted into Gryffindor?" James asked, frowning a bit. Sirius sighed, and for the first time since James had met him, his name seemed to suit him. Sirius...serious... "You know, James. Your family is 'pureblood', of course mother and father never speak well of you, which means your with the decent lot of them. But father always talks of the noble house of Black, how the well kempt, 'decent' wizards and witches were sorted into the family house- Slytherin. They would have been enraged if I had been anything otherwise, but I'll wager Mum will go off the mickey when she learns I've been sorted into Slytherin's worst enemy. Nothing new of course, they'll simply go on about how Regulus will turn out decent, how Regulus is truly my father's son, how bloody Regulus would sooner leave the Wizarding world and become a muggle then disgrace the family name by becoming a /Gryffindor/!" He was shaking with rage now, and James put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him roughly.
"Forget about it Siri, if your parents are really as miserable as they sound, you can come stay with me over the holiday! Mum won't mind, I've got to write a letter to her and dad anyway letting them know I've gotten in Gryffindor and I haven't been expelled yet." James grinned.
"Right, and we'll get that old git back so that he'll wish he'd never set his foul head in this school!" Remus said suddenly, and all of them were surprised. They had never heard Remus speak out against a teacher, even if they hadn't known him long, it was obviously out of his character.
"That we will!" Peter piped up, seeming empowered by Remus' fury.
"S'like my dad always says." James whispered, still seething with anger as the subject returned back to Professor Malfoy. "Appease the saints and avoid the marauders." He said in his best imitation of his father's voice, and grinning despite himself.
"And I'd say Malfoy-" "Just messed with the worst buncha-" "Marauders this school-" "Has ever seen." James, Peter, Sirius, and Remus grinned. By the looks of it, these boys were going to make absolutely certain that no one would ever forget the day Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry enrolled a band of Marauders.
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A/N- Again, terribly sorry it took so long, won't happen again, I promise! I know this chapter was excruciatingly short, but I thought that the event leading up to the gang forming the Marauders should stand all by itself. I'm already working on chapter five, and it'll be up later tonight or tomorrow evening. . Thanks for reading, please feel free to drop by any comments, criticisms, ideas, flame my hide if you so desire, either way I'll have fun reading them! BTW- If anyone could tell me how to bold and italicize words using a Word Pad system I would greatly appreciate it, as I've tried the manual and HTML methods, neither which have been succesful. Thanks very much!