Title: The Maraudian War (3/7)
Author: Fabs G.
Rating: PG
Summary: When someone threatens to steal the Marauder's title of pranksters extraordinaire, what will they do to see that they keep it?
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything, and she's doing a wonderful job with them. I just borrowed them for a small while.
Pairing: None, but there's extremely vague hints of SBRL
Author's note: OK, so this chapter is shorter than I thought it would be. Don't worry, I'll make up for it tomorrow.
CHAPTER 3
That very night, Remus and Peter were dragged (quite literally) from their chess match from their collars by a very determined James and a downright pissed off Sirius. "Upstairs" barked Sirius, increasing Remus's suspicion of his future canine animagi form. "Now" For a very awful moment Remus was quite afraid that-... well, that The Enemy had been discovered. James, pulling from Remus's collar, and Sirius, pulling from Peter's collar, stopped in front of the desk by the staircase. "Frank, you're a good chap, aren't you?" asked James Frank dropped his quill and looked at the four people before him "I'm scared" he said simply. Sirius rolled his eyes "You're a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake, you shouldn't be scared" Frank did not changed his face- nor his opinion "You just asked me if I was a good chap. You. I am scared. A Slytherin would be scared" James ignored this. "Not surprised. You're a good chap?" Frank decided to play their game, hoping it was a short one. "Alright. Yes, I guess I am" James nodded "Then stay out of the dormitory for the next hour or so, will you? Private meeting and believe me, you wouldn't want to go" Frank only knew too well the kind of private meeting the four of them could have (they usually ended in detentions) and as he was very glad to be just part of the audience in the Maraudian Battle (as it had been dubbed by some second years) he nodded his head, relieved "I'll take your word for it. Hour and a half." "Owe you one" said Sirius. Frank could not help it. He grinned widely "Just give us a good show" If Sirius and James had needed an incentive (which they didn't), that had been it. They broke into identical wide grins that threaten to split their skulls in half and dragged their friends up to the dormitory. James closed the door behind him while Sirius placed a not-so-long-ago learned silencing charm on it. Remus and Peter, sensing the kind of determination in their friends that could have scared McGonagall, huddled themselves cross-legged over Remus's bed, while James and Sirius sat on Frank's, which was right in front. "We have devised a plan," began Sirius. Remus and Peter looked at each other for the briefest of seconds and did not know if to grin, dread or run. James began pacing the room, with his hand behind his back- it reminded Remus of a muggle army general. "We have a serious situation in hands, gentlemen" "Are you going to give us a pep talk?" frowned Remus James and Sirius looked at him as nicely as McGonagall looked at them after particularly damaging prank. "As I said, we have a serious situation in hands" it was a sign of how bad things were that Sirius did not heed the chance to make that dreadful pun about his name and the word 'serious' "We will not succeed in overcoming this obstacle if we do not work together, if we do not have a pre-arranged plan of the things to do, the items to follow, the principles to stick to" "He reminds me of the minister" whispered Peter, and was promptly thrown a pillow by Sirius. Sirius then stood up (as James sat down again) and handed Remus and Peter two parchments each. Remus looked at him and could only marvel at how serious James and Sirius were taking this.
Marauders' Principles and Rules
For the Maraudian Battle against The Enemy
1. The Enemy, whose name will revealed some time in the future, will be loathed until he surrenders in agony. 2. The Maraudian Battle will only be won when The Enemy crumbles to the ground in shame upon his recognition of our greatness 3. No lesser known pranksters, a.k.a. Remus and Peter, will be forced to perform hexes/pranks/charms/spells upon anyone should they desire to, but we strongly recommend that you perform at least one of these acts (or assist us in one) if you don't want to meet with our wrath. 4. As Gryffindors as we are, you will stay true to us. No helping The Enemy. Got it? 5. Have fun!
Below this 'principles and rules' was what James and Sirius called a plan, but was actually a list of the things they could do. Among charming professors, cursing several parts of the building and whatever Slytherin was around, was included hexing Peeves and to 'make it bigger than The Enemy' The list, in all, had 37 items, one more inventive than the other. For Remus, it was like holding gold or maybe a very important scientific discovery. He bit his lips to refrain himself from smiling. They were handing his win right to him. "So, we have to do at least one of these?" asked Peter, his voice steady but it was evident the struggle he was making to keep it so. Bless you, Peter, thought Remus. He was trying to find a way to ask the same way and sound scared, but not exaggeratedly so. "Of course, we are not going to force anyone" began James "But if you call yourselves marauders, and as such our friends, then of course for your own pride, you'll at least assist us in at least one of those items down on your lists." Finished Sirius "Choose prank and marauder, if you please" said James solemnly. Remus and Peter looked at each other for the bazillion time that night and, also for the bazillion time that night, bit their lips so they wouldn't burst laughing. When Sirius and James looked at them nastily (they were taking this quite seriously) they looked down to their lists, consulting with each other. "You want to try the teachers' lounge one?" asked Remus conversationally. Peter opened his wide very wide. "Oh no. No, no. You take that one if you want." "Actually, I'm not overly eager to try that one myself." "The one with the Great Hall's ceiling sounds like a good one" Sirius and James looked at each other every now and then, rolling their eyes. "One where I'd like to see the effects, yes. One where I'd like to participate in, no thank you." "You're right on that one" said Peter "I think I'll stay with the one about the Quidditch Pitch" "James or Sirius?" asked Remus with a smirk in Sirius's way, both knowing fully well that Peter would choose James. "James, if you please" said Peter as if having James with him was a guarantee against detention. "That's settled then." Said James jumping from the bed. "So, Remmy, what will you do with Sirius?" Sirius and Remus looked at each other, frowned and snickered, and then looked at James again. James himself frowned and looked into space, weighing what he had said "I'll admit that the last phrase maybe subjected to a number of interpretations, but I'll leave it at that. So?" Remus looked down to his list. Charmed bathrooms, hexed corridors, cursed suit of armors, charmed lunch tables at the Great Hall, hexed robes at the teacher's lounge, hexed ceilings... "I think I'd like to try the hexed classrooms ceilings" "Nice choice!" smiled Sirius, jumping form the bed as James had done. "It was my idea, actually" he said proudly, puffing his chest.
One hour later, when Frank decided it was as good time as any to see if his dormitory was free to use it as it should, he found that a nap in one of the common room sofas did not sound like such a bad idea after all.
To Be Continued.....
Author: Fabs G.
Rating: PG
Summary: When someone threatens to steal the Marauder's title of pranksters extraordinaire, what will they do to see that they keep it?
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything, and she's doing a wonderful job with them. I just borrowed them for a small while.
Pairing: None, but there's extremely vague hints of SBRL
Author's note: OK, so this chapter is shorter than I thought it would be. Don't worry, I'll make up for it tomorrow.
CHAPTER 3
That very night, Remus and Peter were dragged (quite literally) from their chess match from their collars by a very determined James and a downright pissed off Sirius. "Upstairs" barked Sirius, increasing Remus's suspicion of his future canine animagi form. "Now" For a very awful moment Remus was quite afraid that-... well, that The Enemy had been discovered. James, pulling from Remus's collar, and Sirius, pulling from Peter's collar, stopped in front of the desk by the staircase. "Frank, you're a good chap, aren't you?" asked James Frank dropped his quill and looked at the four people before him "I'm scared" he said simply. Sirius rolled his eyes "You're a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake, you shouldn't be scared" Frank did not changed his face- nor his opinion "You just asked me if I was a good chap. You. I am scared. A Slytherin would be scared" James ignored this. "Not surprised. You're a good chap?" Frank decided to play their game, hoping it was a short one. "Alright. Yes, I guess I am" James nodded "Then stay out of the dormitory for the next hour or so, will you? Private meeting and believe me, you wouldn't want to go" Frank only knew too well the kind of private meeting the four of them could have (they usually ended in detentions) and as he was very glad to be just part of the audience in the Maraudian Battle (as it had been dubbed by some second years) he nodded his head, relieved "I'll take your word for it. Hour and a half." "Owe you one" said Sirius. Frank could not help it. He grinned widely "Just give us a good show" If Sirius and James had needed an incentive (which they didn't), that had been it. They broke into identical wide grins that threaten to split their skulls in half and dragged their friends up to the dormitory. James closed the door behind him while Sirius placed a not-so-long-ago learned silencing charm on it. Remus and Peter, sensing the kind of determination in their friends that could have scared McGonagall, huddled themselves cross-legged over Remus's bed, while James and Sirius sat on Frank's, which was right in front. "We have devised a plan," began Sirius. Remus and Peter looked at each other for the briefest of seconds and did not know if to grin, dread or run. James began pacing the room, with his hand behind his back- it reminded Remus of a muggle army general. "We have a serious situation in hands, gentlemen" "Are you going to give us a pep talk?" frowned Remus James and Sirius looked at him as nicely as McGonagall looked at them after particularly damaging prank. "As I said, we have a serious situation in hands" it was a sign of how bad things were that Sirius did not heed the chance to make that dreadful pun about his name and the word 'serious' "We will not succeed in overcoming this obstacle if we do not work together, if we do not have a pre-arranged plan of the things to do, the items to follow, the principles to stick to" "He reminds me of the minister" whispered Peter, and was promptly thrown a pillow by Sirius. Sirius then stood up (as James sat down again) and handed Remus and Peter two parchments each. Remus looked at him and could only marvel at how serious James and Sirius were taking this.
Marauders' Principles and Rules
For the Maraudian Battle against The Enemy
1. The Enemy, whose name will revealed some time in the future, will be loathed until he surrenders in agony. 2. The Maraudian Battle will only be won when The Enemy crumbles to the ground in shame upon his recognition of our greatness 3. No lesser known pranksters, a.k.a. Remus and Peter, will be forced to perform hexes/pranks/charms/spells upon anyone should they desire to, but we strongly recommend that you perform at least one of these acts (or assist us in one) if you don't want to meet with our wrath. 4. As Gryffindors as we are, you will stay true to us. No helping The Enemy. Got it? 5. Have fun!
Below this 'principles and rules' was what James and Sirius called a plan, but was actually a list of the things they could do. Among charming professors, cursing several parts of the building and whatever Slytherin was around, was included hexing Peeves and to 'make it bigger than The Enemy' The list, in all, had 37 items, one more inventive than the other. For Remus, it was like holding gold or maybe a very important scientific discovery. He bit his lips to refrain himself from smiling. They were handing his win right to him. "So, we have to do at least one of these?" asked Peter, his voice steady but it was evident the struggle he was making to keep it so. Bless you, Peter, thought Remus. He was trying to find a way to ask the same way and sound scared, but not exaggeratedly so. "Of course, we are not going to force anyone" began James "But if you call yourselves marauders, and as such our friends, then of course for your own pride, you'll at least assist us in at least one of those items down on your lists." Finished Sirius "Choose prank and marauder, if you please" said James solemnly. Remus and Peter looked at each other for the bazillion time that night and, also for the bazillion time that night, bit their lips so they wouldn't burst laughing. When Sirius and James looked at them nastily (they were taking this quite seriously) they looked down to their lists, consulting with each other. "You want to try the teachers' lounge one?" asked Remus conversationally. Peter opened his wide very wide. "Oh no. No, no. You take that one if you want." "Actually, I'm not overly eager to try that one myself." "The one with the Great Hall's ceiling sounds like a good one" Sirius and James looked at each other every now and then, rolling their eyes. "One where I'd like to see the effects, yes. One where I'd like to participate in, no thank you." "You're right on that one" said Peter "I think I'll stay with the one about the Quidditch Pitch" "James or Sirius?" asked Remus with a smirk in Sirius's way, both knowing fully well that Peter would choose James. "James, if you please" said Peter as if having James with him was a guarantee against detention. "That's settled then." Said James jumping from the bed. "So, Remmy, what will you do with Sirius?" Sirius and Remus looked at each other, frowned and snickered, and then looked at James again. James himself frowned and looked into space, weighing what he had said "I'll admit that the last phrase maybe subjected to a number of interpretations, but I'll leave it at that. So?" Remus looked down to his list. Charmed bathrooms, hexed corridors, cursed suit of armors, charmed lunch tables at the Great Hall, hexed robes at the teacher's lounge, hexed ceilings... "I think I'd like to try the hexed classrooms ceilings" "Nice choice!" smiled Sirius, jumping form the bed as James had done. "It was my idea, actually" he said proudly, puffing his chest.
One hour later, when Frank decided it was as good time as any to see if his dormitory was free to use it as it should, he found that a nap in one of the common room sofas did not sound like such a bad idea after all.
To Be Continued.....