Author's note: Thank you so much for the reviews. You all inspire me to keep writing, it's just awesome to sign on to AOL and hear "You've got love letters" coming from my speakers, in Kenny Chesney's lovely voice. Anyways two of my first reviewers got back to me so your dates are in this chapter! I hope you like them. That and if any of you want to be a beta, or know anyone who does please tell me, as you can all probably see by now grammar is not my forte. Well here is the long awaited 4th chapter (ha-ha I wish).

Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew were wanted men. They had committed a crime that meant instant and painful revenge. They as a group had ganged up on a friend. Not just any friend mind you, but James Harold Potter. The King of revenge, the Master of vengeance, the Emperor of payback, the Ruler of…well you get the picture. Our King was currently looking for the guilty bunch, and wasn't having much luck at it. So naturally he decided to employ a fellow troublemaker, none other than the Master (yes I used that word twice) of Mayhem: Peeves. Finding Peeves wasn't usually that hard, all you had to do was act like you were in trouble, and Peeves would come floating to make your problems even worse than they already were. A normal fellow would act lost, and hope the poltergeist would come, but we never did say the Mr. James Potter was normal. So instead of acting like a normal person…he bellowed…

"PEEEEVES!"

Wandering aimlessly down a hallway near the Charms classroom, James took a deep breath and yelled once again, "PEEEEEEVES!"

Noticing that the poltergeist was nowhere to be seen, and becoming increasingly agitated, he decided to use another tactic. "PEEVES! THERE'S LOST FIRST YEARS NEAR THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" Taking a deep breath and massaging his throat, James scanned the passage, grinning slightly when he heard a cackling coming from one of the nearby classrooms.

"Ittle firsties, lost are they? Oh well Peeves will help them, yes Peeve will help them."

A little man floating through the air, with a wicked grin on his face, looked down at James. Looking around with anticipation the mischievous spirit's evil smile slowly faded. "Where are they wee little Potty? Where are the little firsties?"

James had long ago learned that in order to get anything from Peeves, you had to convince him that your intentions were just as bad as his. "Peeves I need your help."

Grin coming back to his face as fast as lighting, the poltergeist looked down at the young Gryffindor. "Help? You need to Peeves' help do you? Why is this wee little Potty head?" With most people Peeves would have dumped something on the requester's head and swooped off, but he knew James Potter's history, and his interest was ensnared.

"Yes I need your assistance in finding some friends of mine…friends that need some dealing with."

The smirk almost reaching the poltergeist's ears the little man wickedly answered James, "Dealing with eh? Am I right to assume you are looking for Mr. Black and his company of morons?"

About to defend his friends, James caught himself at the last moment, and tried not to look as nervous as he felt. "Those are the ones Peeves. Can you tell me where they're hiding?"

Peeves looked thoughtful for a few moments, causing James' nerves to skyrocket, Peeves and thinking wasn't something that usually ended up with something good.

"I will help you wee little Potty, on one condition."

Gulping, and hoping he wasn't about to do something he was really going to regret he thought as quickly as he could if it was worth it. Remembering the morning, and his embarrassment in front of Lily, he let his heart…and ego do the talking, "Name it."

The trademark evil grin on Peeve's face made James' stomach drop, but he knew it was too late. "Get me the password to prefect's bathroom."

Paling at the thought of just what Peeves wanted to do in there, and the trouble he would be in if anyone ever found out, he let out a long breathe that he hadn't even realized he was holding.

"Ok." Looking at his feet he allowed his mind to recall the password Mooney had given them all a month before. "Soap bubbles."

Looking slightly amused by the password Peeve cackled and told James his friends were hiding in a closet near there, and swooped away, but not before pelting James with some ink pellets. Cursing James attempted to remove some of the ink from his robes, as he walked down the hallway in search of his friends.

"Lily if you play with your hair anymore it is bound to fall out."

Glaring at her friend Lily Evans looked back in to mirror and continued to hold her hair in different styles. Andrea was lying on her bed reading a magazine, while Lily prepared for her date with Jon that night. Every once in awhile Andrea would look at Lily and shake her head and Lily was becoming increasingly annoyed, while Andrea was trying to hide how nervous she was. She couldn't explain her uncertainty with Jonathan Avery, but she knew her that she had forbidding feelings about the blonde Slytherin. There was something odd about the fact that one day he probably couldn't tell anyone who Lily Evans was, and the next he was asking her out, and being very persistent about it. He had always hung around in the "rebel" crowd, and she knew he worshipped the ground Lucius Malfoy walked on, but was she just being prejudice? True he had some less than noble qualities, but so did some of the guys she herself dated. Was this all just because he was a Slytherin? She would like to think that is wasn't, but with no evidence there was no convincing Lily that Jon wasn't who she thought he was. She had tried reminding her about his "pureblood mania" attitude, and the way Lily use to dislike him, but her friend stubbornly repeated that people could change. And who was she to say that even Jonathan Avery couldn't change…still the look in his eyes when Lily had doubts about going out with him was something that Andrea couldn't forget. At first he had looked scared, and then almost desperate, and assured the red head they would have a good time. When Lily had finally said yes he looked so relieved. Maybe he did genuinely like Lily, looking over at her friend (who was still in front of her mirror, something Andrea noticed was more frequent since Jon asked her out); she had to admit it wasn't a hard thing to do: like Lily Evans. She was pretty, very pretty in fact. A nice shape with legs that Andrea envied, and despite the fact that Lily hated her hair, Andrea confessed it wasn't as bright as it used to be, and waved beautifully. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe he did like Lily. Something told her to be wary of the Slytherin though, and she didn't intend to let that feeling be put in the back of her mind.

"Does this look alright?" Shaking the thoughts from her head, and coming back to reality, she looked at her friend. Lily had her hair pulled away from her face, with just a few pieces falling onto her cheeks, the rest twisted into a messy sort of updo. "Looks great, you should go with that."

Plopping down on the bed next to her Lily looked at Andrea, her eyes serious. "You really don't want me to go do you?" Andrea looked up at her best friend, choosing her words carefully. "No, but it's not up to me to make your decisions."

Lily looked down at the bedspread and traced one of the designs with her finger, while biting her bottom lip, a habit she tended to do when she was nervous. "I really like him Andy. I know you don't like him…but…I really don't think he's all that bad. I mean I know he's not bad. He's just…different. But I do like him, and I just want to see if it goes anywhere, if he does anything that makes me think 'uh-oh', I'll hightail it out of there, and come and tell you about it…" Lily trailed off trying a weak smile, but letting it fade when she looked at Andrea.

"Lily its not that I don't like him…well I mean I don't like him, but that's not the point. There have been other guys you've liked that I didn't really care for, but not like this. He doesn't feel right Lily."

Lily looked up from the bedspread, "What do you mean feel right?"

Andrea took a deep breath and tried to put into words just what it was that made her have the creeps around Jonathan Avery. "I don't know what it is Lily…he didn't use to make me feel this way…we were in potions with him and he was my partner, and he seemed like just a run of the mill Slytherin, cocky, arrogant, and the rest….but this year he's different. Can't you feel it?"

Lily looked at the wall across from the bed, but she wasn't really seeing it, she did know what Andrea was talking about, but she was drawn to it. It scared her, but it was accelerating. All her life she had played it safe, and with Jon she was taking a chance, and the little detail that it would annoy the hell out of James Potter was just a bonus.

"No, I don't, but like I said…I'll be careful." Feeling terrible for lying to her best friend, Lily went back to getting ready, while Andrea pretended to read her magazine.

"SNIVELLUS HAS A DATE!" After being found by James and being assured that payback was a definite, the Marauders were sitting in their dorm catching up on the comings and goings at Hogwarts. As soon as they had entered the room, Sirius had his small outburst, and had fallen to the ground clutching his chest. The other three had stepped over him and sat on their beds, leaving the dramatic Marauder to prop his head up on his hand and glare at them. "You know I could be taking a heat attack here, and you lot would ignore me."

"Yeah that's nice Padfoot." James replied picking something out from underneath his nail, and inspecting it.

Sirius simply glared at all three of them, and continued his story. "Snivellus has a date," he repeated as though they should all be hanging on his every word.

"That's nice Sirius." Remus turned a page to his book and continued to ignore Sirius; who was staring at all three of his friends as though they had lost their minds. "Did you hear me?"

James looked up from his hand, and replied, "Oh, Padfoot did you say something?"

Growling when all three of his friends started laughing he turned his back to them, and pouted in the corner.

"Padfoot it was just a joke, we're listening now." James said, sitting back on his bed, and leaning on the headboard.

Turning his head and glaring, Sirius pouted for a minute or some more before he gave in and began his story excitedly, "Snivellus has a date!"

All three Marauders of course had heard him say this twice, but they had the decency to look shocked. "How'd you find this out?" Remus asked his eyes wide.

Sirius looked smug, "From my date for tonight."

"Who's your date?" Peter asked, always amazed at the amount of girls that Sirius dated.

"Catherine, 7th year." He said looking extremely pleased at his luck, although he would like to call it his charm.

Remus and James both whistled, and Peter looked astonished. "So what did she tell you?" James asked, genuinely interested now.

"She said she heard that he asked out that hot Ravenclaw, Samantha. And she said yes…why I don't know…she said no to me…"Sirius trailed off looking slightly perturbed.

"Yeah, yeah we know", James said waving his hand, "two questions."

Sirius looked up, pleased that his friends were interested in his story, "Yeeeeeas," he asked elongating the word.

"Ok one, what did you bribe Catherine with to go out with you, and two can you find out what Snivellus bribed Samantha with?"

Sirius threw a pillow at him.

Author's note: ok well there is chapter 4, you're actual dates will be in the next chapter, hope you liked it! Please review!