(A/N: Well it's been a long three months of pain-in-the-arse writer's block, but if you guys're willing to take me back and you still want to read this story, I'm willing to work hard on the last few chapters and give you an... interesting ending. Whaddaya say? Can you forgive me?

I had to force myself to finish this chapter (And I know this is what I said at the beginning of the last chapter) but I think it'll go smoothly from here on out.

-MN4077/Nikki)

"What have you cretins done this time?!" Charles bellowed, having long-since reached the scene of the crime, as Hawkeye and the rest came to a halt in front of the latrines. Hawkeye, for once completely innocent, shrugged wordlessly and stepped aside to reveal three grinning boys, who quickly stowed their wands and tried their best to look ashamed (though the result left them looking rather crazy).

"Hey, we haven't done anything!" Sirius cried indignantly, though his expression was far from that of angelic innocence. James and Remus nodded enthusiastically to support this statement. Just then, Margaret came plunging through the crowd in her bathrobe as Nurse Edwards stumbled out of the latrine, looking pale and faint.

"I... i... in there!"

Margaret caught the poor woman in her strong arms and passed her limp form to Nurse Cutler, who promptly began trying to revive her, and stomped wordlessly into the latrine. For some reason her enraged snarl wasn't quite as frightening as expected, and a moment later, the burst of laughter that followed was heard by all. Walking back out again, she looked at Hawkeye and jabbed a thumb behind her, chuckling. "Go have a look, Hawkeye!"

"Er..."

With one last look at the scheming trio, who was currently being berated by their redheaded companion, Hawkeye passed through the gaping crowd and stood at the open door, gaping as well, as he looked in.

Flowers.

Everywhere.

The the 5x6 latrine had obviously been magically expanded, and was now a spacious room that could fit the whole of the Swamp inside, covered in bright pink wallpaper and decorated with flowers of every color and species. There were even several that Hawkeye didn't recognize, but was sure were native to Scotland or some such location. Everything from daffodills and daisies to lavender and lilies adorned the walls and floor and ceiling, and there was even a wreath of roses lying around the toilet seat. To say the least, the aroma that filled the tiny bathroom was more pleasant than it had ever been.

Hawkeye turned around, intent on making his way back out, when he faced a mob of inquisitive onlookers.

"Hey! Hey, c'mon now, back up, there's really nothing to see in here...!" he cried, but his protests fell on deaf ears. Confused and frightened, people were talking very quickly and very loudly, panic written on several faces. Of course, a chosen few remained calm and maybe even amused, for obvious reasons.

"WHAT'N THE SAM HILL'S GOIN' ON HERE?!"

...Well that shut them up.

Colonel Potter stormed across the compound, ignoring Klinger's compliment on how well his combat boots went with that robe, and shoved his way through the rapidly-parting crowd to the latrines.

His reaction stunned everybody.

With a rather indifferent expression Potter stopped, raised one eyebrow, studied the beautified latrine critically, and then shut the door. The united gaze of the entire camp followed him as he walked slowly and silently over to the men's latrine, which no one had even thought to check. He took hold of the handle and pulled.

"YAAAGH!"

Stumbling backwards, Potter took a distinctly defensive stance and hollered into the darkness beyond the door,

"Who'n the hell're you?!"

The reply was unintelligible. It sounded like a string of foreign cursewords, possibly German, from which no one was able to gather a coherent response. An old man shuffled out of the latrine, scowling from beneath bushy eyebrows, and scratched absently at the scraggly mop of dirty grey hair on top of his head. After staring around for a second, the strange man screamed something else in German, but the only thing anyone could understand was something that sounded suspiciously like "Ludvig Van Beethoven!" However, before he could say more, Sirius sprinted up to the front and leapt into the air, tackling poor Ludwig and shoving him headfirst into the men's toilet. He then shut and bolted the door from the outside (though no one was quite sure where the outside lock had so suddenly appeared from).

Charles let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cross between a moo and a whimper.

Colonel Potter turned on his heel to face his 'troops', the majority of whom were standing there like a bunch of slackjawed idiots, and announced in his most professional, Colonel-ish tone, "Anyone who knows anything about this... incident is to report to my office." No one moved. "Immediately." People started to trickle away and most headed back to their tents, looking like they were in need of a stiff drink and a lot of sleep to take care of these pesky hallucinations, while Hawkeye, Sirius, James, Remus, Lily, Margaret, Klinger, and Radar trudged towards Potter's office. Their stern-looking commander followed, making sure no one tried to make a run for it.

They were in for it this time, and everybody knew it. Hawkeye even told them so.

"We're all in for it this time," he muttered with a disapproving glare toward the Marauders, who hung their heads. This was such an enormous violation of nearly every Wizarding Code of Conduct ever written, that every one of them was sure they would have their wand taken and snapped in half for their recklessness. Each was so wrapped up in his or her own thoughts, that no one noticed Colonel Potter's chuckle, or the little twinkle in his eye.