Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! I donÕt own the Marauders, Lily, or anybody else unless thereÕs an astric by them the first time they appear. JKR owns anybody you recognize, and Myra Black owns anybody you donÕt recognize who doesnÕt have an astric by their name, and she also owns the idea of this story. I got the idea from her challenge.
ÒOy, Davey!Ó Davey Gudgeon turned and saw James Potter sprinting toward him, waving a piece of parchment.
ÒParty --- my house --- this summer,Ó panted James. Startled, Davey looked around: Remus Lupin was heading towards MacKenzie Lennington*, likewise brandishing a piece of parchment, and in the distance, two figures that looked suspiciously like Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew appeared to be running to Frank Longbottom and his girlfriend Alice by the lake.
Though James had left to deliver Ian Spinnet*Õs invitation after giving Davey the brief explanation, the parchment itself went into much more detail.
ÒYouÕre invited to a party at the Potter Mansion on July 19th, 1973. Come between 5:30 pm and 3:00 am as you please. Have ID ready to show to our security guard Stu. Books prohibited. Swimming pool, please bring swimwear.Ó
ÒIÕll be there,Ó said Davey, impressed, to what turned out to be the air next to him instead of James. ÒUm...well...Ó
***
That night, the air in the Gryffindor common room was abuzz, as well as full of small pieces of parchment, because many students were either sending notes to friends across the room or waving their invitations around.
ÒItÕs a hit!Ó said Sirius delightedly. He, James, Remus, and Peter were huddled in a corner observing the effects of the invitations, all of which had been handed out that day. And quite some effects they were: You would be hard put to find someone who would go into fourth year or above the next year in the room who wasnÕt having an intense but gleeful discussion (save Lily Evans, who naturally wasnÕt invited). And it was fairly easy to guess (mainly on the part of the fact that nearly all of them were brandishing invitations) what the subject of all the chatter was.
A/N: Well? I hope you liked it, because I actually like writing MWPP stories just as much as Trio (or Neville, or Crabbe and Goyle, or Dobby-Fred) stories. I just havenÕt posted them. And, I know I should be working on my other fics, but this looked like so much fun, so I hope you donÕt mind. PLEASE R&R!!!
P.S. My bangs are sticking out at strange angles today, and that reminds me of Harry. No reason in particular for adding that.
ÒOy, Davey!Ó Davey Gudgeon turned and saw James Potter sprinting toward him, waving a piece of parchment.
ÒParty --- my house --- this summer,Ó panted James. Startled, Davey looked around: Remus Lupin was heading towards MacKenzie Lennington*, likewise brandishing a piece of parchment, and in the distance, two figures that looked suspiciously like Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew appeared to be running to Frank Longbottom and his girlfriend Alice by the lake.
Though James had left to deliver Ian Spinnet*Õs invitation after giving Davey the brief explanation, the parchment itself went into much more detail.
ÒYouÕre invited to a party at the Potter Mansion on July 19th, 1973. Come between 5:30 pm and 3:00 am as you please. Have ID ready to show to our security guard Stu. Books prohibited. Swimming pool, please bring swimwear.Ó
ÒIÕll be there,Ó said Davey, impressed, to what turned out to be the air next to him instead of James. ÒUm...well...Ó
***
That night, the air in the Gryffindor common room was abuzz, as well as full of small pieces of parchment, because many students were either sending notes to friends across the room or waving their invitations around.
ÒItÕs a hit!Ó said Sirius delightedly. He, James, Remus, and Peter were huddled in a corner observing the effects of the invitations, all of which had been handed out that day. And quite some effects they were: You would be hard put to find someone who would go into fourth year or above the next year in the room who wasnÕt having an intense but gleeful discussion (save Lily Evans, who naturally wasnÕt invited). And it was fairly easy to guess (mainly on the part of the fact that nearly all of them were brandishing invitations) what the subject of all the chatter was.
A/N: Well? I hope you liked it, because I actually like writing MWPP stories just as much as Trio (or Neville, or Crabbe and Goyle, or Dobby-Fred) stories. I just havenÕt posted them. And, I know I should be working on my other fics, but this looked like so much fun, so I hope you donÕt mind. PLEASE R&R!!!
P.S. My bangs are sticking out at strange angles today, and that reminds me of Harry. No reason in particular for adding that.