Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it. I do own this fan fiction, this plot, and any original characters.

Warnings: This story will contain SLASH as in a relationship between two male characters, language, and violence in later chapters. This story is AU but still might have spoilers for all five books.

Pairing/Couples: Harry x Tristan (OC) Ron x Hermione, Caleb (OC) x ?

Please review, creative criticism welcome.

IN THE LAST CHAPTER:

"I don't know." The hat whispered back. "Slytherin looks like a good choice. You're smart, cunning, crafty, and mean when you have to be, all markings of a Slytherin if you ask me."

/No, please. /

"Hmm," The hat mused again. "Slytherin still seems like the ideal place."

/I want to be with my friends. / Harry pleaded and gripped the edge of the stool tightly. /Please, not Slytherin. /

Chapter Five: Meet the Marauders.

"Alright, if that's what you want -- GRYFFINDOR!" (A/N: Big surprise.)

Harry nearly fell off the stool in relief. /Thank you. /

"I still think you would have done better in Slytherin."

Harry didn't replied; he just removed the hat and slipped off the stool. Sitting the hat down he walked quickly to Gryffindor table, well aware the whole hall was staring strangely at him. Even Tristan and Caleb.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked softly as he seated himself between Swift and Shadow. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You were up there an awfully long time." Tristan answered quietly. "What on earth did that hat say to you?"

"Nothing much." Harry fidgeted in his chair. "You know he just wanted to sort me into Slytherin and stuff." He glanced at his friends and found them staring again. "Please don't do that, you're making me nervous."

"Sorry."

Harry was still thinking about what the sorting hat had said, so when the headmaster clapped his hands together and piles of food appeared on the table he jumped slightly.

"Harry, are you okay?" Caleb asked him, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah, I fine." Harry smiled weakly. "Bon appetit."

After awhile everybody was too busy eating to pay much attention to the new students and Harry, Caleb, and Tristan were fine with that. They sure as hell didn't need to spend their first day at Hogwarts answering everybody's questions.
About ten minutes of talking quietly with his friends, however, two red-headed people approached them.

Harry looked up at them and blinked. Then smiled.

"Hello." The red head on the left said cheerfully and held out his hand. "Fred Weasley's the name."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The other one greeted them and extended his hand as well. "George Weasley."

"Hi, nice to meet you, Fred, George." Harry shook both hands, as did Caleb and Tristan. "You probably already know, but I'm Harry, and this is Tristan and, Caleb."

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that." Fred grinned, referring to early when no one had said anything and just stared at them. "I suppose we didn't exactly give you a proper welcome, did we?"

Harry waved his hand. "It's nothing. We most likely would have done the same thing if it was us."

"Yeah, it's alright." Tristan said and pointed to two vacant chairs in front of him. "Why don't you sit down?"

"Don't mind if we do." The twins plopped down in the mentioned seats and filled up the plates in front of them.

With the Weasley twins already talking to them, more of the students said hello as well.

"Seamus Finnigan." A slender, blond haired boy with an Irish accent waved and nodded his head.

"I'm Dean Thomas." The tall, black boy sitting next to Seamus grinned at them.

"Nev . . . Neville Longbottom."

"And I'm Ron Weasley and of course my beautiful girlfriend, Hermione Granger."

Harry turned around and found a smiling red head with a pretty brunette by his side. Harry grinned. "Hello." Even if Ron hadn't said his last name anybody could tell that he was related to the twins, Fred and George.

That hair was unmistakable.

"Certainly seems like a nice lot." Caleb whispered to his friends who nodded in agreement.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything," Hermione started gently. "But, exactly what have you guys been doing all these years?"

"You not rude." Tristan reassured her. "And to answer your question, we've been doing a hell of lot."

"Yeah. As bad as this sounds, since we couldn't stay in one place for very long or risk being noticed, we had to travel around all the time, so we got to visit all kinds of places." Caleb told their audience.

"We spent several weeks in America once and then we went to China." Harry continued. "We learned different styles of magic there."

"We went to Las Vegas while we were in America and oh my God." Tristan said and smirked while Harry and Caleb blushed. "That place was -um very interesting to say the least."

Harry cleared his throat and Caleb poked Tristan in the side. The grey-eyed boy got the point. "Moving on."

"So, what's it like here at Hogwarts?" Harry said, swiftly changing the subject. "We've been told stories by Sirius and Remus, but things might have changed. Like what about the teachers?"

"Yeah, are then any of them we should avoid pissing off." Tristan asked and took a sip from his goblet. "Mmm, what is this?"

"Pumpkin juice." Neville told him.

"It's good. But, about the teachers?"

Seamus leaned closer towards them. "Most of the professors are okay, but you have to watch out for Snape." He subtly nodded his head to the teacher's table.

A greasy haired, hook-nosed man sat there looking absolutely murderous at Sirius and Remus.

"Euh, has he ever heard of shampoo?" Tristan wrinkled his nose. "I'm mean honestly, look at it."

"I'd really rather not." Caleb pulled a face and looked away.

"Sirius and Remus told us about him, but I don't think even they knew he was a professor now." Harry stated and starting eating, ignoring Snape, who was still glaring daggers at Sirius and Remus.

"Really?" Ron asked. "Your dads' know him?"

"From school." Caleb nodded.

Ron shook his head sadly. "I feel very sorry for them."

The others laughed lightly and the rest of the meal was spent talking and joking with the Gryffindors. But towards the end of the feast, Harry, Tristan, and Caleb were slightly bored.

"Hey, guy, why don't we let them know the Marauders are back?" Tristan grinned cheekily at Harry question.

"Marvelous idea." He said and winked. Luckily for Harry, Tristan turned away before he could see him blush. Caleb, however, did see it and he chuckled quietly under his breath.

/Curse this pale skin. / He thought when he heard Caleb laugh.

"Are you ready?" Tristan asked and reached his hand into his pocket.

Harry nodded and pulled out his brand new wand, Tristan and Caleb did the same. Harry waved it under the table and muttered something under his breath, Caleb followed with a different incantation.

There was a big boom and the entire Slytherin house table was engulfed in purple smoke. When the smoke cleared everybody saw that the Slytherins now had green skin with pink and purple poka-dots, large bunny ears that flipped over at the tips, and bushy, orange squirrel tails.

The hall was silent for a moment; the Syltherins seemed too stunned to do anything else, before everybody burst out laughing. This snapped the multi-colored victims to start yelling and cursing, trying anything to undo the spell, but unfortunately for them Caleb had altered their voices.
The student body's laughter was renewed by the sight of the Slytherins jumping around, screaming at the top of their lungs, all of them sounding like chipmunks.

Tristan waved his wand and a huge neon sign flashed into life above the Slytherin table that read:

Compliments of the Marauders; Tsavo, Shadow, and Swift.

A/N: Well, another chapter down and still nowhere near the real plot, Sigh Oh, well, please stay with me and be patient.

I'll update as soon as I can. And while you're waiting for the next chapter, if you have the time, why don't you go read my Original story on fictionpress.com? Please?

Or if you want to read a absolutely fantastic Harry Potter fic, go read Potter-pikachu's 'Harry Potter and the Demon Knights', I swear you will not be disappointed.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

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