Disclaimer: So I don't own Harry Potter, can't really hold that against me
eh? Anywho enjoy the silliness.
Summary: Yep So I have had at least one request to write more about the marauders. So this is a meeting between two groups of marauders and the silliness that ensues cannot be controlled! Oh and if you are plagued with a lack of a sense of humor don't bother to read, everyone else please R+R!!!!!!
It was a bright and sunny day and two young, free, and innocent guys sat in the Gryffindor common room. They sat close to each other and seemed to be studying a blank piece of parchment. The red head on the left tapped the parchment with his wand and sighed.
"It has to do something; Filch wouldn't have had it in that cabinet if it was just a piece of blank parchment. What do you reckon it does?" George Weasley said to his twin and accomplice.
"Well maybe we could go ask Filch what it does." Fred replied with an attempt to look serious.
"Oh so you're volunteering?" George asked also with mock seriousness.
"Well I thought you would be generous and do it." Fred replied with a small snigger.
George laughed and looked down at the parchment and tapped it again. Still nothing happened and George was bored with the whole thing by now. It seemed that his twin was as well because Fred was now tossing dung bombs into the fireplace. If they landed in the right spots the dung bombs would hiss and explode and create a worst smell than they did originally.
"Hey parchment what do you do?" George asked as he tapped the paper again.
"George do you really think talking to it will help?" Fred asked as he tossed another dung bomb.
George didn't reply because he was too busy looking at the paper in shocked amazement as writing began to appear across it. Who are you? It took George a few moments to get over his shock but once he did a devilish grin spread across his face.
"I am George Weasley, who are you?" he said with another tap of the wand.
"I am Fred Weasley, your twin, and if that's the effect the parchment is having on you maybe you should stop poking it with your wand." Fred said as he dug through his pockets for more dung bombs.
We are Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. Fred is quite right, you really should stop poking us. What are your intentions?
"Well obviously we are up to no good." George said in a voice that implied his intentions should have been obvious.
Fred finally turned around to see what was up and he stared at the map.
"You know you could have told me about the writing." Fred commented.
"Yeah but where is the fun in that?" George asked with a laugh.
Welcome to The Marauders Map. Always remember to clear it after each use; we would prefer it to remain in the right hands. After that writing disappeared Fred and George found themselves staring at a pretty complete looking map of Hogwarts. The grins on their faces were completely identical as they looked at the miniature figures walking around. They were especially impressed that everything was labeled.
"We need to try this out; this is going to help us a great deal." Fred said a joyous look on his face.
"Let's get started, with this map we can get away with anything." George said as he stood up and studied the map.
"Let's find this room first." Fred said as he stood and pointed to a completely random room.
George nodded and immediately they set out. Because they always knew where Filch was they avoided him easily and within minutes they had found their way to an old and abandoned looking room. The door was covered by a portrait in which sat a very old man who seemed to be asleep.
The words "Fuzzywhig Jubilee" appeared in a bubble next to George's mouth and he grinned and spoke the words aloud.
The man in the portrait snorted a little and mumbled something and then the portrait creaked open slowly. Fred and George looked at each other and then climbed in. Once inside they inspected their surroundings closely. There were four chairs and in the four chairs sat four shadowy figures, the fourth was the darkest.
"Welcome to the room of the marauders. I see our map has already helped you. If you need further help in any of your endeavors to make trouble, for Snape and Filch in particular, we are always here to help." A voice from the first chair said.
"Awesome!" George exclaimed the devilish grin on his face once again.
"George I do believe we are going to leave a legacy that Hogwarts will never forget." Fred said with a grin to match his brothers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you very much for the food." Fred said to the house elves as he and George climbed out through the portrait hole.
It had been two weeks since they had learned the secrets to the marauders map and found the secret room. Since then they had found numerous ways to get away with all sorts of pranks. Tonight though would be the real test, and they needed plenty of nourishment before they attempted it.
Balancing food and the map George guided them to the room of the marauders. They needed some assistance from the Prank Gods (as Fred liked to call them) in order to pull off their prank.
"Snape alert, we need to turn down this corridor to avoid him." George said right before he stuffed a pastry in his mouth.
They turned and made it the rest of the way to the room without any fear of meeting anyone else. They said the password and climbed in the portrait. The shadows within the room greeted them and George set his share of the food on one of the tables.
"Well the time has come when we need to ask for help on a few minor details in our prank for tonight." Fred said after he had finished his chicken.
"What do you need?" one of the voices asked.
"A distraction, we need Snape and Filch to be on the other side of the school while we raid his office." George said as he took a seat.
"We have most of the details worked out, we just need for Peeves to cooperate with us, but we aren't sure how to talk to him without getting a piano thrown at us. He doesn't seem to like us very much.
"Peeves has been the only real troublemaker at Hogwarts since we left, he might be a bit jealous. We will talk to him, what would you like him to do." A different voice asked.
"Oh nothing too special, we just need for him to steal some of Snapes things and then fly through the school with them wrecking as much as he can as he goes." Fred said as he finished off the rest of his food.
"What time would you like it to be done?" The third voice asked.
"At about nine if you can manage it." George replied.
"We appreciate the help." Fred commented as he stretched.
"No trouble at all, ask us anytime." All of the voices said in unison.
Fred and George said goodbye to the shadowy marauders and made their way back to the common room to finalize their plans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~9 P.M.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stage One
Fred peeked around the corner just before Snape's office. As the marauders had promised there was Peeves. He was holding a really expensive looking cauldron. It was very large and probably made out of silver. It wasn't long at all before Snape walked out of another passage with Filch.
"Those two aren't going to get away with their next prank." Filch was saying when he spotted peeves.
Snape glared at the poltergeist in outrage as Peeves blew a raspberry at them both and raced off down the hall with cauldron. Fred and George could here a series of crashes as Filch and Snape chased Peeves.
Once they were sure the coast was clear they slipped into Snape's office.
This will be continued, A college girl has classes you know? Tell me what you all think so far! ^_^
Summary: Yep So I have had at least one request to write more about the marauders. So this is a meeting between two groups of marauders and the silliness that ensues cannot be controlled! Oh and if you are plagued with a lack of a sense of humor don't bother to read, everyone else please R+R!!!!!!
It was a bright and sunny day and two young, free, and innocent guys sat in the Gryffindor common room. They sat close to each other and seemed to be studying a blank piece of parchment. The red head on the left tapped the parchment with his wand and sighed.
"It has to do something; Filch wouldn't have had it in that cabinet if it was just a piece of blank parchment. What do you reckon it does?" George Weasley said to his twin and accomplice.
"Well maybe we could go ask Filch what it does." Fred replied with an attempt to look serious.
"Oh so you're volunteering?" George asked also with mock seriousness.
"Well I thought you would be generous and do it." Fred replied with a small snigger.
George laughed and looked down at the parchment and tapped it again. Still nothing happened and George was bored with the whole thing by now. It seemed that his twin was as well because Fred was now tossing dung bombs into the fireplace. If they landed in the right spots the dung bombs would hiss and explode and create a worst smell than they did originally.
"Hey parchment what do you do?" George asked as he tapped the paper again.
"George do you really think talking to it will help?" Fred asked as he tossed another dung bomb.
George didn't reply because he was too busy looking at the paper in shocked amazement as writing began to appear across it. Who are you? It took George a few moments to get over his shock but once he did a devilish grin spread across his face.
"I am George Weasley, who are you?" he said with another tap of the wand.
"I am Fred Weasley, your twin, and if that's the effect the parchment is having on you maybe you should stop poking it with your wand." Fred said as he dug through his pockets for more dung bombs.
We are Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. Fred is quite right, you really should stop poking us. What are your intentions?
"Well obviously we are up to no good." George said in a voice that implied his intentions should have been obvious.
Fred finally turned around to see what was up and he stared at the map.
"You know you could have told me about the writing." Fred commented.
"Yeah but where is the fun in that?" George asked with a laugh.
Welcome to The Marauders Map. Always remember to clear it after each use; we would prefer it to remain in the right hands. After that writing disappeared Fred and George found themselves staring at a pretty complete looking map of Hogwarts. The grins on their faces were completely identical as they looked at the miniature figures walking around. They were especially impressed that everything was labeled.
"We need to try this out; this is going to help us a great deal." Fred said a joyous look on his face.
"Let's get started, with this map we can get away with anything." George said as he stood up and studied the map.
"Let's find this room first." Fred said as he stood and pointed to a completely random room.
George nodded and immediately they set out. Because they always knew where Filch was they avoided him easily and within minutes they had found their way to an old and abandoned looking room. The door was covered by a portrait in which sat a very old man who seemed to be asleep.
The words "Fuzzywhig Jubilee" appeared in a bubble next to George's mouth and he grinned and spoke the words aloud.
The man in the portrait snorted a little and mumbled something and then the portrait creaked open slowly. Fred and George looked at each other and then climbed in. Once inside they inspected their surroundings closely. There were four chairs and in the four chairs sat four shadowy figures, the fourth was the darkest.
"Welcome to the room of the marauders. I see our map has already helped you. If you need further help in any of your endeavors to make trouble, for Snape and Filch in particular, we are always here to help." A voice from the first chair said.
"Awesome!" George exclaimed the devilish grin on his face once again.
"George I do believe we are going to leave a legacy that Hogwarts will never forget." Fred said with a grin to match his brothers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you very much for the food." Fred said to the house elves as he and George climbed out through the portrait hole.
It had been two weeks since they had learned the secrets to the marauders map and found the secret room. Since then they had found numerous ways to get away with all sorts of pranks. Tonight though would be the real test, and they needed plenty of nourishment before they attempted it.
Balancing food and the map George guided them to the room of the marauders. They needed some assistance from the Prank Gods (as Fred liked to call them) in order to pull off their prank.
"Snape alert, we need to turn down this corridor to avoid him." George said right before he stuffed a pastry in his mouth.
They turned and made it the rest of the way to the room without any fear of meeting anyone else. They said the password and climbed in the portrait. The shadows within the room greeted them and George set his share of the food on one of the tables.
"Well the time has come when we need to ask for help on a few minor details in our prank for tonight." Fred said after he had finished his chicken.
"What do you need?" one of the voices asked.
"A distraction, we need Snape and Filch to be on the other side of the school while we raid his office." George said as he took a seat.
"We have most of the details worked out, we just need for Peeves to cooperate with us, but we aren't sure how to talk to him without getting a piano thrown at us. He doesn't seem to like us very much.
"Peeves has been the only real troublemaker at Hogwarts since we left, he might be a bit jealous. We will talk to him, what would you like him to do." A different voice asked.
"Oh nothing too special, we just need for him to steal some of Snapes things and then fly through the school with them wrecking as much as he can as he goes." Fred said as he finished off the rest of his food.
"What time would you like it to be done?" The third voice asked.
"At about nine if you can manage it." George replied.
"We appreciate the help." Fred commented as he stretched.
"No trouble at all, ask us anytime." All of the voices said in unison.
Fred and George said goodbye to the shadowy marauders and made their way back to the common room to finalize their plans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~9 P.M.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stage One
Fred peeked around the corner just before Snape's office. As the marauders had promised there was Peeves. He was holding a really expensive looking cauldron. It was very large and probably made out of silver. It wasn't long at all before Snape walked out of another passage with Filch.
"Those two aren't going to get away with their next prank." Filch was saying when he spotted peeves.
Snape glared at the poltergeist in outrage as Peeves blew a raspberry at them both and raced off down the hall with cauldron. Fred and George could here a series of crashes as Filch and Snape chased Peeves.
Once they were sure the coast was clear they slipped into Snape's office.
This will be continued, A college girl has classes you know? Tell me what you all think so far! ^_^