Title: The Young Order

Rating: Probably PG, perhaps PG-13, who knows? Some where in-between there, at most PG-13 just to be safe. God knows what this mindless authoress would write...x]

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of J.K. Rowling's, and nothing in the HP universe. If I did, do you think would have died?!?! OF COURSE NOT!

Summary: The affects of the anti-love potion.

A/N: Five days til school starts. ::is glum::

1

"Drink up, Wormtail." Sirius was glaring almost sinisterly as he held out the flagon of a sickly yellow liquid. From the wary look on Peter Pettigrew's face, he wasn't entirely sure that Padfoot hadn't tried to slip some poison in the anti-love potion.

"A-are you sure that you made this right, mates? I mean…the l-love potion was red. And it tasted like cinnamon…" Peter took a hesitant sniff at the yellow goop that moved sluggishly in its bottle. It certainly did not smell like cinnamon. He gulped and looked at his 'friends.'

"I'm sure that this isn't really necessary - eh, James? You could just sit the girls down and tell them that they're under the influence of…a potion. That'll clear things up, wont it?" He wished his voice would stop squeaking.

"Nice try, Peter," Remus said quietly, looking almost as angry as Sirius. Which was surprising, Remus was the one of them who usually tried to smooth things over for Peter, he was like the mediator of the group when James and Sirius were feeling especially malevolent. Peter wondered why that didn't come to mind when he got this stupid love potion idea in the first place. He should have just made Lily and Treasure fall helplessly in love with him - he owed it to Remus, at least, to leave Laurel alone.

Sirius scowl deepened, as if he was thinking along the same lines. "Drink up," he snapped. Peter decided that he would appeal to James once more.

"James, mate, please - …you could just t-talk to a professor, and they'll set it straight!" He sent a suspicious look at Sirius, whose hand was inching inside his robes, no doubt for his wand. Peter flinched.

"Don't think I'm going to save your useless arse from this, Peter. God knows what Lily would have done if me and Sirius hadn't walked in just then - and if she did anything, so much as…there wouldn't be enough of you to fill a teaspoon, Wormtail, don't doubt that for a second." James glowered at Peter almost to match Sirius's in its intensity.

"Tell a professor?" Remus mused, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle had left at Sirius's request, she was really quite fond of him, because he said that they would be punishing Peter and perhaps it wasn't something a lady would like to see. Myrtle was all for witnessing Peter's imminent demise, but Sirius flashed her a winning grin and she sighed and left via toilet.

"Wormtail, do you know what the consequences are for making - and using - a love potion?" Remus asked, as if he was asking how the Chudley Cannons were doing this season. Peter shifted anxiously, glancing at the anti-love potion that he was gripping with sweaty palms.

"You're the p-prefect, Remus," Peter whimpered. A smile flashed across Remus's face momentarily, but it was not a friendly one. "Right. Well, you could be suspended - would you want to suspended before taking your O.W.L.s, Peter? Or, seeing as how you used to potion on not one, but three girls, you stand a chance of being expelled."

"Let's report him," Sirius said nastily. James sighed. "We should have, but now we cant. We made the anti-love potion, which is nearly as dangerous, and just as punishable, as the love potion. We could be suspended to, at the very least, for not going straight to McGonagall."

Sirius grinned again. "Well, then I guess you'll just have to drink up, Peter!" he said gleefully. Peter glared for a moment, and then quailed as all three of his best friends glared right back. Sirius was idly holding his wand between two fingers. Peter pinched his nose and swallowed the potion - that smelled faintly of old toenails, from the waft he caught before - in one gulp.

1

"Wench!" Treasure shrieked, bright blue jets of light streaming from her wand and sending Lily's hair standing straight up. They were standing by the lake and a few students who had been milling about stopped to watch what was going on. Lily and Treasure were best friends, and nobody knew why they were suddenly dueling with fervor.

Lily sent silvery light streaming from her wand that made Treasure's robes tangle up all around her, tripping her. Treasure snarled and wrestled her robes off after sending water seemingly out of nowhere to splash on top of Lily's head. It did nothing to affect the tendrils of red hair that were standing on end. Lily growled right back, neither of them noticing as Sirius and Remus were running across the grounds towards them. Laurel was sitting by the lake, throwing pieces of bread to the giant squid, and watching; she was clearly hoping that Lily and Treasure would finish each other off.

"How dare you go to him wearing that stupid costume! In his dorm! At night - ah!" Treasure dropped her wand as gusts of magical air tried to lift her already too-short skirt. With both hands, she tried push her skirt down. A couple of seventh year boys who were watching hooted. Lily smirked and set off to find Peter.

Sirius stopped abruptly, seeing his girlfriend struggle to keep her skirts down modestly - she reminded Sirius of a picture he had once seen of a Muggle named Marilyn Monroe - and spared a glare at the seventh years, who grinned back cheekily. "Ha, Black, I would have asked Treasure out long before you had I known what those skirts were hiding!" said a tall blonde seventh year from Hufflepuff.

"Barely hiding," snickered a dark haired Ravenclaw. Sirius pulled out his wand, and they dispersed quickly; probably not because of his wand, but because Treasure had wrapped her discarded robes around her waist and was trying to perform the counter Charm.

Meanwhile, Laurel had begun running after Lily after hearing what Treasure had shrieked - clearly intent on starting another duel - and was intercepted by Remus. If he wasn't careful, he was going to be a rather large bruise. She didn't look quite so beautiful at the moment, her face contorted in a rage remnant of her veela heritage, when veelas were angry. Treasure, having completed the counter Charm and having her skirts hanging in the direction they were supposed to, was also starting after Lily. Sirius grabbed her by the arm and held her while she struggled, gnashing her teeth at him. He glanced at Remus. "Why isn't it working, Moony?"

Remus, panting, was trying to handle Laurel delicately, but forcefully at the same time, and having a terrible time of it. "He didn't say the words, Sirius! Its useless if he doesn't say the words!" Sirius groaned and very nearly yelped as Treasure kicked him violently in the shin, making him let her go.

"Bloody love potion! Locomotor mortis!" he snarled, and Treasures legs snapped together, causing her to topple over onto her face. Sirius ran over quickly but didn't turn her over. "I should just let you stay like that till Peter says the bloody incantation," he said, but felt merciful as Treasure tried in vain to spit out pieces of grass. He turned her over gently, only to have her start bellowing at him on the top of her lungs.

"SIRIUS BLACK YOU LIFT THE SPELL RIGHT NOW OR I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD I SWEAR IT!! LIFT THE SPELL, OR I'LL SLIP FROG SPAWN INTO YOUR PUMPKIN JUICE TONIGHT, I WILL!" she screamed.

"Well, at least I'm forewarned," he said slyly, glancing at Remus again. "Where the bloody hell is James?" he snapped, and Remus shrugged, having succumbed to Silencing Laurel, and looking miserable about it.

James showed up as if Summoned, with Peter panting behind him, and Lily hanging on Peter's shoulders, shooting looks of contempt at Treasure and Laurel. James looked perturbed.

"What are you looking at? Go away!" Sirius roared at the crowd that had gathered. A bit shocked, and more than a little affronted, they acquiesced, huddling away quickly.

"Say the words now, Peter." He sounded as if he was restraining himself from Levitating Peter into the lake. From the way Peter was white and shaking, James had threatened him with it, and he launched into the incantation as if a baby dragon bit him in the behind.

"Thy h-heart is free from this b-binding spell. G-go from me hence and fine thee another."

It took a moment, but soon the affects of the counter potion came into affect. They took place in the order of the possessions that had been dropped into the potion in a stall in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Treasure's hair-tie had been dropped in first, as Sirius was being almost insufferable at the time the potion was being mixed, and she stopped shouting herself hoarse about all the things that she would do to Sirius once he lifted the spell. She looked puzzled, and half sat up, as only her legs were paralyzed.

"What happened?" she asked, shaking her head and trying to stand. Sirius darted over to her to perform the counter spell, and helped her to her feet; he apologetically tried dusting the dirt and bits of grass from her clothes, but she smacked his hands away, a slow blush coming into her face. Sirius bit back a grin and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

Treasure looked at Peter with a frown, her eyes narrowing as she remembered the events of the past few days. "You put a love spell on me," she said; it was not a question. If Peter was pale before, he was pasty white now, as Treasure shrugged off Sirius's arm and reached for her wand. Sirius sighed as she made to curse Peter into oblivion, standing in front of the little rat.

"Protego!" he said, however reluctantly, and Peter let out a sigh of relief. Treasure flung herself on the ground to dodge her own curse and picked herself up moments later, her wand held out in front of her. "Move, Sirius!" she snarled. He shook his head. "You wont be getting suspended because of Wormtail, Tres. As much as I want to Curse him into seventh year, we cant."

Treasure scowled and stalked over to pick up her robes, not wanting to admit that Sirius was right.

Laurel stilled after another moment and sat up, looking at Remus. Why can't I speak? She asked him, looking injured. He winced, lifting the spell. She smiled at him hesitantly and looked past, to where Lily was still hanging on Peter and snapping at James whenever he tried to pull her away. Laurel raised her eyebrows, her eyes fading from silver to green as comprehension as she watched Peter.

Her attempt at punishing Peter was a significantly different from Treasure's.

"You disgusting little vermin!" she shrieked indignantly, leaping to her feet and running as if to tackle Peter and break every bone in his body. He yelped and tried to brace himself, but Lily, seeing how Laurel was charging as a bull dragon charges at something red, leapt in front of Peter and knocked Laurel to the ground. Laurel pulled Lily with her, and tried to get past - she at least remembered that she was Lily's friend, even if Lily didn't - but Lily clung to her and tried to pull Laurel's long, silver hair.

"Lily, get off! What is the matter with you?!" Laurel shouted, trying to shove the red head off from where she held her in a head lock. James pulled Lily off, trying to be gentle, but Laurel screamed as if her scalp had been ripped away. Remus ran up and put his arm around Laurel comfortingly, leading her to where Treasure and Sirius sat watching. Sirius was trying to engage Treasure in conversation, but she was sitting there looking angry as if someone had lit her hair on fire.

James held Lily away from Peter, who looked as if he was going into cardiac arrest. Lily was fighting violently to get back to Peter, but she stopped abruptly as if she had crashed into a brick wall. Shaking her head, she leaned on James for a moment, and he looked shocked. She tilted her head up to him, and the rest of the Marauders, and Treasure, and Laurel, all held their breath.

Lily blinked.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, POTTER, WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she roared, shoving James's arms away and stalking back in the direction of the main entrance to Hogwarts. Treasure laughed. "Nothing much has changed, hm?" she asked, shooting a glance at Laurel. Laurel said nothing, as she had fastened herself to Remus's face.

Sirius stood up, helping Treasure to her feet and they both headed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. "Nice try, mate," Sirius shot over his shoulder to James, who was alternating between glaring at Peter and watching Remus and Laurel disgustedly.

After a moment James turned and followed in the direction that Lily had gone, jogging to catch up to her. Not a glance was spared for Peter, who after a moment, followed James, leaving Laurel and Remus by the lake and Sirius and Treasure in the Forest.

No, not much had changed at all.

A/N: Sorry its so short…hope you liked it!