Marauding Mischief

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This is my first ever fanfiction, so bear with me. Reviews will be very much appreciated.

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Disclaimer: Any characters, places, or anything at all that you recognize as Harry Potter universe is owned by the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. Not me. The plot does belong to me though.

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Chapter One: Mornings are Never the Best

"That was bloody brilliant James, " A voice shouted over the roaring crowd of students packed into the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The lone voice belonged to one of the four Marauders; Sirius Black, and as for the growing cheers of the crowd? Those belonged to the proud Gryffindors of Gryffindor House. The occasion was the final Quidditch match and victory of Gryffindor versus Slytherin. What made this particular game so prominent was that Gryffindor had not only won the Quidditch Cup, but also the House Cup. Also of course that it was the last day of school.

"Party in the common room, " the victor of the final goal before the Snitch was caught; James Potter yelled. Probably the most like Chaser on the team. "Moony and I will take care of the refreshments," Sirius called when and Moony, whom is the third Marauder also going by the name of Remus, were half-way down the corridor. Behind them trailed none other than Peter Pettigrew, the fourth and final Marauder. "Meet you in the common room." James in the hands of fellow Gryffindors was carried up the Grand Staircase and away they went to the common room for celebration.

Beep. Beep. Beeep.

The obnoxious blaring of an all too familiar alarm clock.

"Mmm. Whaduya want?" James had just been having a marvelous dream; what he would have preferred happen for his and fellow Marauders final day at Hogwarts. "Five more minutes." Snores erupted from the now eighteen year olds parted lips. A year after graduating from wizarding school and he was still having crazy Quidditch dreams, not that similar things never happened to him in his years of playing the game.

"Mmmhmm… Okay, fine." James finally surrendered to the still buzzing alarm, but not before a last hurrah. The beeping stopped almost instantly and several seconds later the electric twitters also died down. Yes, the melodramatic teen had just chucked his ' blasted noisemaker' at the wall.

"Now that that's settled…" A cry of disgust accompanied by a loud "YEACH!" sent the boy tumbling from his bed entwined in sheets to the floor. No matter how handsome a young male or great a Quidditch player he was, an eighteen year olds drool was never for any means something you wanted to bury your face in.

"Fine! You win," he shouted to air before disentangling himself from the bed sheets. "What time is it?" Surpressing a yawn he once again asked the air, or perhaps the 'dead blasted noisemaker'. Only after he'd asked the absurd question did he realize that he had destroyed one means of telling the time. "Right-" He pulled his wristwatch from the nightstand beside him and peered at the face. It read 9:30. "Better wake Remus."

After the group had left school they began to wonder what might happen to them. Lily Evans, James' life long crush and girlfriend for two years, had recently gotten a flat of her own after moving out from her parent's home. Sirius also happened to have his own, two years old, in the same complex. So, Remus and James decided they'd be roomies and bought one of their own.

"Oi Re-" James called into his friends open bedroom door. "Oh, I see you've already showered and gotten dressed." Remus greeted him with a warm smile before a witty response. "I see you haven't." Chuckling James took a look at himself—indeed he hadn't; clothed in only a pair of smiley face boxers. Remus on the other hand was clad in jeans and a deep blue T-shirt, compliment his light eyes. The full moon having been a good week or so ago, and the next not for several weeks, he was in great shape. Being a werewolf and all really took it out of you.

"I suppose considering our plans for today I should get ready too," James said solemnly, glancing up at Remus after examining himself. "I suppose you should. Hurry though, and if you need help with something," at saying this, Remus, also by the name of Moony, did not attempt to conceal the smirk on his face, "Like turning the water on or off, I'll be reading in the other room."

"Thanks, but I think I can manage," James said surpressing yet another yawn before plodding to his room to gather up clothes, and then into the bathroom. Focusing on not killing himself in the process, he bathed and clothed himself; wearing the same as Remus, though with a different colored T-shirt.

A good twenty minutes later Prongs was out of the bathroom and prepared for the day's events. "D'ya reckon Padfoot and Lily will be ready?" Moony closed his book and nodded a good, hearty no. "Lily, yes. Why don't you give her a call?"

"I'll do that." Grabbing a finely polished wand from the table beside the cough, his wand,he promptly said, "Accio telephone." In seconds a handset was firmly grasped in his hand while he dialed her number. 445-3155. Memorized.

"Hello?"

"Hey Lils, it's me."

"Oh hi James. Particular reason you're calling at-," she set the receiver down for a moment, attempting to locate her wristwatch, "—10 o' clock? I thought we were supposed to meet at… 10:45."

"We are. Moony just suggested I call you, and I figured you could come over while we wait for Padfoot."

"Oh. Of course. Shall I Apparate over in say, five minutes?"

"Sure."

"Okay, love you."

"Same to you, bye."

"Bye bye."

Dropping the handset on its hook on his way, he plopped down on the couch beside Remus. "Shall I go get Padfoot then?" he asked, hazel eyes flickering towards the middle of the room, awaiting Lily's arrival. "Yeah. And she should be here in just a minute." Remus boredly flipped through the pages of his book. "Okay, back in 10."

On his way o the door, James snatched Remus' book and tossed it on the kitchen counter. "You won't need it for awhile." He said in regard to Remus' crestfallen face.

It seemed like hours, but it had actually been only two minutes. Exactly. "Sirius! Open the door!" James considered apparating in, but with a sigh inwardly, he remembered his promise to himself. You never knew how safe it would be in Sirius' case. Snorting at the thought he tapped the doorknob with his wand. "I'm coming in."

Though there wasn't much need for his warning, as Sirius was dead asleep. "The prat…" He surveyed the front room: dirty dishes, empty pizza box. The usual. "Frowzy prat I should say." With further investigation the lean form of Sirius was found sprawled across his one man bed, drooling on the covers. Typical. Mustering up his strength,- granted with much- he lifter his friend's boy and carried him to the bathroom, lazily dropping him on the floor.

"Alright Siri…Paddy old friend. Time to rise and shine." Grinning at the thought he ran the icy water for several minutes to clean the tub, then shut it off. Wish you the best of luck mate, he thought aloud. Picking his body off the ground, he carefully lowered his best friend into the tub- fully clothed, well, boxers and an over large shirt.

"Mmm… chocolate."

Whoosh

"Aieee!" Laughter. "Cold, cold!" More laughter. "What in bloody hell was that for—" Sirius shouted from the ground, thoroughly soaked. When the 'refreshing' shot of water poured over him, in an attempt to escape he slipped on the floor and made a nice butt plant on the floor.

"James." Said Sirius with the look of a mad-man, which distorted his usual handsome complexion. "Just look at the—Ow!" James never got to finish h is sentence because he was forced to apparate home when Sirius caught sight of him.

Panting heavily, James dropped in 'his' recliner which was opposite the cough. "Hullo James," Lily said from one end of the couch. "Hel—where are you?" Immediately James' hands were pressed against his face. No glasses. "They must've fallen off when Padfoot hit me." True they did, and without them he was as blind as a bat.

Remus looked at James skeptically from the end opposite Lily. "And that would be him." Standing in the middle of James and Remus' living room was Sirius, but a much more composed one. "you cleaned up quickly." "Yeah… these yours Prongs?" Sirius held out his right hand to the owner of the first voice, revealing a pair of wire rimmed spectacles. "Thanks," James said thoughtfully, pushing the specs up the bridge of his nose.

"James sweetie… You never really said hello to me," said Lily sweetly, hoping to squeeze a kiss of two out of him. "You're right." James moved himself from the recliner he'd been occupying, which was hastily taken by a somewhat dismal Sirius. "How's this?" James strode to the sofa and plastered a kiss on Lily's cheek, who gratefully returned it. "Get a room." Remus mockfully proposed. Struck heavily by reconcile, James obeyed and sat down beside Lily.

"So Prongs, Moony," Sirius started, but Lily was eyeing him, so he promptly added, "And Lily… But anyway, have we decided where we're going yet?"

"Well the Leaky Cauldron is closed." Remus informed the group. Due to the looks of shock on his friends faces he was forced to continue on. "I wouldn't have expected them to know. But you not knowing, Lily?" "I've been busy," she confessed, a hint of pink breaking out on her face. "Anyway, they're redecorating."

"How about muggle London," Sirius suggested excitedly. "We are in muggle London Pad," James said out of pure annoyance. "That is a good idea…" Remus mused.

"No." Yes, Lily was always the bearer of bad news. "Why?" James and Sirius whined. "Because I—"

"We solemnly swear we shall do no harm." This time Remus chimed in with them, though he highly doubted they would keep their promise.

"I guess that means we have to walk." James' disposition towards walking was the same, if not more despising to his towards Severus Snape. "I guess we are," Lily said happily. So she might not have won the fight, but would definitely get the last laugh.

A/N: That little bit about after school was supposed to separated but it won't let me change it.