I send loads and loads of love to my reviewers! Thank u all mucho! Especially to BlackGoldSilverTiger, who told me what AU means. Thank U.

Now, This story is definitely AU, because there are only two Marauders left, but the wrong two. I simply could not leave Sirius for dead. I love him too much. Soooo… Peter is dead instead. Oh and the major events of 2nd and 3rd years/books all happened in 2nd year. That way it's still 5th year and everything important still happened. Okay, now that's out of the way.

I am still in desperate need of pranks. I have been reading around and I found a excellent one that I'm borrowing from The Ultimate Bet: Higher Stakes by RoseLibs. Also the idea of the Record Book was picked up somewhere along the line from probably quite a few FanFics.

Anywhoooo. I have decided to maybe add some Romance later on… Maybe some Ron/Luna and some Harry/Hermione or Hermione/Draco or if you want some Harry/Draco slash. Your Call.

Now it may take me a while to do the next chappie cause I really have to get caught up on my Physics and Algebra II h/w… God I hate 9th grade! O well, I'll be happy anyway cause my B-day is the 27th of Feb and I'll be 16 hehehe. (no I didn't stay back, those of u who can do the math. I went into school a year late). Please don't stop reading this just because I'm only almost 16! Thank u!

Now on with the show…er, I mean, chapter…

Chapter 4 – Signatures, Scowls, and Scares

They just managed to get up and dressed in time for there second period the next day, Potions. Merlin, it' seemed like they were potions all the time… Anyway, they stumble in just in time for the beginning of class. Snape shot them a look, but refrained from commenting, which confused almost everyone in the classroom.

Halfway through class, Harry accidentally added an ingredient to early, which caused the potion to turn a sickly shade of green. Snape, noticing this, stalked over and the room held it's breathe. "What do you call that, that mess, Potter?" he hissed.

"A Potion, sir?" Harry replied.

"Are you being pert, Potter?"

"Of course not, sir." Harry replied sarcastically. The entire room gasped. Had Harry gone mad? Was he purposely trying to provoke Snape? Dear God that was a very dangerous practice.

"Why, you insolent, little –" Snape took a menacing step toward Harry, who simply smiled (closer to a smirk but whatever).

"What did you say, Professor?" Harry said in a very innocent tone. Knowing exactly whom he looked like and what he was doing, Harry reached up and ran a hand through his hair. "A squid?"

To the class, this seemed like a totally random question and made no sense whatever. To Snape however, the question combined with the hand gesture ( A/N: I no that sound wrong but oh well) had brought back terrible memories. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Looking back at Harry, his eyes narrowed, then widened considerable and he took a small step back. He glanced around the room to see everyone, once again, staring at him. Suppressing a shudder, Snape sneered at the class, who quickly went back to work, and said to Harry through gritted teeth, "You added the beetles wings to early, Potter. Be more careful. Put more powdered snakes teeth in. That should fix the problem."

With that, he spun on his heal and began prowling the isles, looking for someone he could torment. Harry grinned hugely at Hermione and Ron. They grinned back. They had their least favorite person scared shitless of them. Life was good!

It was on that day the entire school found out that Harry Potter the prefect (hey it's an AU, I can do what I want), Hermione Granger also a prefect, and Ron Weasley the Quidditch Caption were none other then the Second-Generation Marauders.

Lets go back for a moment, shall we…

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The Great Hall buzzed with the news of the Marauder's latest prank, something to do with wine classes, transfiguration, and rabbits, or maybe it was… well no one knew for sure and everyone was just dieing to find out. The gossip was still flying when Professor Dumbledore walked into the hall, though it stopped soon after.

Dumbledore's robe had been spell. Previously, they had been intricately embroidered with dragons and dragon-riders. Now the Dragons had come to life and were circling Dumbledore, flaming at each other and the rider down at the hem of the robes. Dumbledore seemed quite oblivious to what was happening. Though a small smile did grace his lips as he proudly displayed what must have been the Marauder's handy-work.

As he sat down, the same giant Quill pen that hand signed the M appeared. Snape, who was sitting a the teachers table, stiffened. The pen wrote in the same elegant script as before, only this time the message was longer, 'The Second-Generation Marauders have come in with a bang! sMg' Upon writing the word bang, a loud noise was heard, much like a bang, and everyone was showered in red and gold sparkles. Everyone in the Hall, well everyone save the Slytherins and Snape, thought it was quite beautiful, until they realized the sparkles would not come off.

The Slytherins looked disgusted, while Snape simply scowled down at the Trio.

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Class ended, uneventfully. As they made their way up to the dinning hall, a shout slowed them down, "Oy! Potter! I got a challenge for you." The Trio stopped and turned to see none other then Draco Malfoy striding up to them, a smirk on his face. "A dare, you might say"

Damn it! Oh hell. The Trio were known for never having turn down a dare that was even remotely possible. With a sigh, Hermione said, "We're gamed."

His smirk widened, "Okay. See it's like this, we all know that you three are the SMG, Soooo… I dare you to tell everyone it's you."

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry (clear leadership, huh? James the 2nd, anyone?). He looked thoughtful for a moment, then, nodding to Malfoy, he turned and walked away. The other two followed suit.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Harry stopped them. "Okay, so this is what we are gonna do. Her, um…Featherborn, God these nickname are gonna take getting used to. Anyway, Featherborn, I need you to…