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Note: Hey guys! Finally, Megs, I'm starting. So.... quit your whining! Here's the story for ya. Just to tell you though, I kinda twisted the story from its original plot. READ TO FIND OUT! MUAHAHAHAHA!

Note: 'These' mark thoughts. "These" mark things people say.

Note: Harry is the boy who lived but his parents lived through the encounter too. Kinda far-fetched but it fits so too bad!

Chapter 1: Little Miss Perfect

Running through the corridors, her entire being shaking with tears, 11-year- old Lucy Thunders ran, faster and faster. The corridor seemed to stretch and the paintings and suits of armor sneered and laughed at the running girl.

She ran to the Fat Lady's portrait, screamed the password, and jumped in. The Gryffindor Common Room was deserted. Good. No one was going to come after her anyway. All her so-called friends were in on the joke.

The girl tore up the stairs and collapsed on her bed, crying bitterly.

She lay there, wallowing in her misery. Then, she got up, sniffled, and started to recall the events that had just taken place.

"Did you really think I'd by your boyfriend? You're the SNITCH, a GEEK! And me..... I'm THE Harry Potter. I only used you so I wouldn't get in trouble for my pranks."

The boy she liked hated her guts and had used her.

"Freak. And you even thought WE were friends with you. It was all just part of the plan."

Her friends had admitted that they didn't really like her.

"Ms. Thunders, we expected more of you."

Even the teachers were disappointed in her.

She hadn't lived up to her reputation as the "snitch". She'd lied for her "boyfriend". Covered for him. And he'd used her. They'd all used her. Him and the rest of those bloody Marauders.

Life had been bad enough. She had been called the "snitch" and a teacher's pet. A dork who wore longs skirts to below her knees, tucked in her shirt, and always had her hair neatly pulled up in a ponytail or with clips.

She had been teased for her perfect grades and record and from there dubbed, "Little Miss Perfect."

So imagine her surprise when the most popular kids in school had befriended her.

'Cho and Isabelle! GOD, I HATE THEM! Them and the rest of those bloody sluts!'

She was seething now.

'And that good for nothing, Potter! I can't believe I even used to like him.'

'In fact, I hate everything about this place. The way the dorms always reek of overused perfume. The way the fire is always to warm and inviting but I never get to feel the comfort of being near it because of those stupid popular kids. EVERYTHING! But mostly, I HATE THIS PLACE BECAUSE ONCE I FINALLY DO GET TO FEEL THE WARMTH OF THE FIRE ON MY FACE, IT'S TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!'

'Well, if you hate it so much, why don't you leave?'

"Wait! Who said that?" Lucy shrieked, surveying the room and finding it empty except for herself.

'Silly. I'm your conscience.'

"Tell me conscience.... Am I dead?" (JKJK! Watched a little too much "Finding Nemo")

'So you're me?'

'Subconsciously.'

'Oh. Well, what do you want?'

'To help you.'

'I don't need help! I'm independent.'

'Judging from the way you just fled the scene in the Great Hall, I think not.'

'You were there?'

'Well you were, weren't you?'

'Tell me conscience, am I.... really.... a....'

'A freak?'

'Yeah? Am I a freak?'

'The largest one I've met.'

'Oh thanks! That makes me feel SO much better. Go away!'

'You're a freak because of your own behavior. Change your behavior and you can be anyone you want.'

'Not at this school I can't. At Hogwarts, all the slots for 'most popular and wanted' kids are taken. And that's what I want to be.'

'Why stop there? Why not be the most popular and wanted singer, actress, and beauty queen? Be everything Cho wanted to be?Anything's possible. You CAN do it, you know.'

'Yeah. If I weren't here.'

'Then leave.'

"WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!" Lucy screamed for the second time.

'Thank you. I know... I'm a genius.'

'Oh stop bragging. Now shutup, I need to think about the particulars.'

As one, Hogwart's kids wandered back to their common rooms after a very entertaining dinner in which the school freak had been humiliated publicly.

"Yo Marauders! Nice one!"

"Can I get your autograph?"

The four marauders traveled back to the Gryffindor Common Room, fans cheering and girls blowing kisses at them as they passed.

When they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, they turned around and smiled identical smiles.

"Thank you, thank you! I'm sure we are all grateful that Little Miss Perfect has gotten what she deserves, but let's give the man of the hour some time for a speech, shall we?" Ron shouted to the crowd without any magical help.

His loud, tenor voice ran through the halls, making girls swoon piteously.

"Yeah! Speech! GO HARRY!"

"HARRY! HARRY!" The crowd chanted as Harry Potter himself stepped up on a mini podium he had conjured and greeted the crowd with his award-winning, girl-melting smile.

Harry Potter was the unofficial leader of the Marauders JR. Marauders for short. And they kept up the reputation. With well over 100 detentions, and only partly through their first year, they were well keeping up with the original Marauder's record.

Harry, with the help of Quidditch training, from his dad, the legendary James Potter, star chaser of Puddlemere United, the greatest Quidditch team in the world, had a well-toned body. He had broad shoulders, biceps, a strong chest, and a rock-hard six-pack. His messy black hair was always in disarray, but never hid his lightning scar, which he displayed proudly. He wore thin rimmed silver glasses that accentuated the brilliant green orbs that were his eyes. He was a chick magnet, and at the age of 11, and just like his father, had already dated a number of girls.

Next came Ron Weasley. Like Harry, Ron had a strong body from hours of Quidditch with the Potter family and the original marauders. He had orange- red hair that was cut into an adorable mushroom style, a soft sprinkling of freckles across his nose, and soft brown eyes that could melt any girl he wanted. Maybe that was why he had his share of girls as well.

The third member of the group was Seamus Finnigan. Seamus, unlike the other two, was more quiet and reserved, though he had a lot of input when it came to pranks. With dirty-blonde hair and grayish eyes with streaks of light blue, girls flocked around him because of his gentlemanly manner. Like the other two, he had a nicely built body, but wasn't as muscular, since he wasn't as involved in Quidditch as they were.

The fourth and last member of the Marauders, was Dean Thomas himself. He was a mix of Seamus and Harry and Ron. He wasn't so loud that he drew tons of attention to himself, and yet, he would have numerous moments in the limelight. He had light brown hair and sky-blue eyes, the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. Like Seamus, however, his body wasn't as muscular as Harry and Ron's.

The four were the best of friends and everyone knew it wasn't coincidence that they were so immensely similar to the original Marauders themselves (excluding Peter, the son of a bitch). In fact, they had been trained by their mentors personally.

Harry of course was James's younger version. With images that almost perfectly fit, had it not been for Harry's green eyes, they were both charmers and always got their way. James had taught Harry the ropes of being a suave girl-charmer, and Harry had caught on quickly. It WAS in his blood. Unfortunately, Harry also inherited James's cocky attitude. So he strutted around with the Marauders, charming girls, and practically having the world worship him.

Ron, on the other hand, was Sirius's mini-me. With their loud voices and sickeningly happy attitudes, Ron could easily have impersonated Sirius. Along with that, Sirius had taught Ron, like James Harry, how to get a girl and dump her, smoothly and effectively.

Remus had Seamus. They shared the same quiet and more reserved personality and often worked out the prank and then sat back to watch it, when the two Marauder groups decided to pull one. Seamus, like Remus was more caring and gentle, and came off as the sweet type to girls, unlike Harry and Ron, who came of as bad ass playboys who were simply irresistible.

That left Dean. Since Dean didn't have a mentor, the three Marauders Sr. trained him together. That probably also helped explain his apparent mix of personalities.

So the Marauders Jr. were in league with the Marauders Sr. and knew all the secrets of being a Marauder.

"Well, first, I'd like to say that, I'm glad you all enjoyed the show, and I hope you can all attend a party the Marauders are planning tomorrow night. Have a good night's sleep and try not to scream too loud, when you discover what's in your beds tonight."

At that note, the crowd murmured worriedly. Everyone knew the Marauders' pranks were harmless, but nonetheless scary, and by the scary maniacal grin on Harry and Ron's faces, they were more than worried.

Lucy ran out of the Common Room just in time to hear the ending of Harry Potter's speech and the worried murmurs in the crowd.

As she stepped out into the hallway, the crowd was silent, until....

"Well, look who decided to show up. Little Miss Perfect. The nobody who tries to be a somebody."

The crowd and Marauders snickered at Harry's harsh comment.

Tears stinging her eyes, she ran through the crowd, trying her best to ignore the harsh words the crowd was throwing at her, and the tears that were starting to roll down her pale cheeks.

She ran fast and reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. There she slid down the wall, crying bitterly about her fate.

The door opened and Dumbledore appeared and welcomed her into his office. She followed, glad that he had found her, before the mob did.
How was that for a first chapter? It was pretty long for something I wrote, but yeah.... please REVIEW!