(A/N: I have gone back since I read HBP and made many changesto previous chapters. I have changed, Professor Trumphel to Professor Slughorn, and Professor Gribble is no longer head of Slytherin, he just loves Slytherin. I also fixed a lot of gramatical and spelling mistakes.)
It was one week later that the four Marauders were sitting at breakfast planning a 'Slytherin redecorating party' when the post arrived bringing the Daily Profit for Remus, a package for Sirius and an identical one for James.
"I wonder what it could be?" remarked James looking over his package.
"I don't know, but I intend to find out," answered Sirius eagerly unwrapping the package. James quickly followed suit. Both boys opened their packages at the same time and found the same nasty surprise.
"Ahh!" exclaimed James in pain moving his hands away.
"Botterburr puss!" exclaimed Sirius with pain.
"You two better get to the infirmary," recommended Remus with concern as he saw his two friend's hands begin to boil up.
"Right," breathed Sirius as he and James left in a hurry for the infirmary.
"Who sent it?" asked Peter with an expression of slight nausea.
"I don't…" started Remus examining the packeages, he then looked up and saw Snape trying to hide laughter, "I bet it was Snape."
"Snape?" gulped Peter.
"Yes, Snape, look," pointed Remus.
James and Sirius burst into the infirmary fighting the searing pain in their hands.
"What happened here?" asked Madame Dousman as she approached the two boys, "Oh dear, botterburr puss. Take a seat each of you."
Both boys sat down carefully keeping their hands form toughing anything.
"Merlin, it hurts," breathed Sirius.
James nodded tears in his eyes. Madame Dousmann came back in with two bottles, she quickly conjured up two cups and poured potion into each.
"Here," offered Madme Dousman holding a cup for James to drink from. James took a swallow and then turned from the cup with a look of disgust, it tasted terrible.
"Why do you children always expect pumpkin juice when I give you medicine?" Madame Dousman asked rhetorically as she did the same for Sirius, "I don't want you touching anything with those hands while I dress Mr. Potter's hands."
Sirius nodded as he watched Madame Dousmann grabbed swabs and tended to James' hands.
When Madame Dousmann was done dressing both boys' hands she remarked, "You two are already late for your first lesson so you might as well go back to your common room and wait for your next class. I want you two back here in two days to remove your bandages."
"This is perfect, we are missing out on History of Magic. I always say that Professor Binns is a dead bore," remarked Sirius regaining his mischievous demeanor.
James laughed while Madame Dousmann gave Sirius a disapproving look. Both boys then jumped out of their seats and went on to the Gryffindor common room.
"I guess this gives us an excuse not to do our homework," remarked Sirius holding his hands up.
"Yeah, I guess," replied James.
"What? You want to do homework?"
"No, it's just I'm beginning to wonder who did this to us."
"You know," answered Sirius stopping in his tracks, "I wonder who did do this to us."