HarryPotterknoitall – Yea I totally agree. This is not a Ginny/Draco! I definitely am not a D/G shipper…YUCK! I just couldn't help putting that in it was Soooo perfect. Hehe…
goodybad – I am not gonna put in any D/G, sorry. I just don't agree with that whole idea. Oh and I lurve the Prank War, don't you?
Okay, Peeps… There will be no more Dark! Harry in This Fic. Yup, Soooo…Thanks to all my reviewers and readers. Now…Spring Break ended last week and I'm back in school that's why I haven't been updating as regularly as usual…Okay…
Please review and I am in desperate need of Pranks…
Hey, snoop dogg… you never told me that prank, did you?
Again…In need of a beta…
Now on with the Chappie…
Last Chapter…
"Because he's an arrogant, bullying git and-"
"Moony, did she just say what I think she just said?" Sirius asked turning to look at Remus in horror.
Remus' eyes widened, a mirror image of the horror displayed on his friends face. "Padfoot, I am afraid she did! Holy shit, Ginny, You just sounded exactly like Lily."
Ginny's inquiry as to who Lily was was cut off by an eruption of laughter for Harry. "That is what she said after you all took your OWLs or some other test and Dad hung Snivellus upside down." He managed to gasp between his laughter.
"Wait. How do you know?" The two Marauders said at the same time.
"Harry regained his composure. "I accidentally fell into Snape's memory of the occasion."
"So, getting back on topic. What the hell were you two doing?"
"Um…"
Chapter 16 – Excuses, Initiations, and Displays
"Sleep walking?" Harry asked, grinning sheepishly.
"If that's an explanations, why did it come out as a question? Bad excuse Harry." Remus shook his head; looking at them reproachfully his eyes twinkled with amusement. Sirius was trying not to smile and was failing miserablely. "Hermione go to bed. In fact, everyone go to bed."
Once everyone was safely back in their rooms, Sirius and Remus both smiled. Sirius grinned, "Harry, that was naughty of you! Tsk, tsk! I have I taught you nothing? (Re-read this and noticed it sounded exceptionally nasty. NO, it ISN'T sexual…poo-face! Heh) Use a silencing charm for Merlin's sake…Sheesh!"
Remus smirked at this and rolled his eyes at Sirius, "Will you ever grow up, Padfoot? I seriously doubt it, sometimes…Oh Shut up! That joke was never funny! Merlin! Anyway…it's about time, Harry. I was wondering when you two would get together."
Harry smiled, "Is it that obvious?"
The two adults nodded and said their goodnights.
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The rest of the week passed calmly at Hogwarts. Sirius went home. Remus was re-hired for the DADA position and Professor Muttly took over potions, with which everyone was quite pleased.
The prank free week lulled the teachers into a state of calm, while having the opposite affect on the students. Rumors were flying about the when, where, and what of the next sMg display. The hott question of the week was: Who is the new fourth member?
Answers that the actual members of the sMg heard were:
Malfoy
Ginny
Remus (which made no sense to anyone one, as he was now a teacher)
Peeves
Neville Longbottom ( one word: huh?
Cho Chang (Harry snorted at this. Merlin, these people were stupid)
Hagrid
And the list went on and on, getting more ridiculous with each name. Someone even mentioned Dumbledore, which Hermione thought was hysterical.
On Friday, however, the S-G Marauders and their novice member could be found in Harry's room. Ron was lying on the floor, looking at Quidditch Nationals magazine; Hermione was draped across Harry's bed (heh!), painting her fingernails; Harry was leaning against one of the bedposts. The novice member was flopped on a beanbag, blonde hair messy for once in his lifetime. Yes, you heard, er, read me right. Draco Malfoy has stopped jelling his hair! (Author jumps out of the way of fainting readers. Look down worriedly. Ahem, yes well…moving on…).
"So," Harry suddenly lost the bored look in his eye. He grinned rather wickedly. "What shall we make Draco do for his official initiation?"
Hermione perked up and grinned. "Hmmm…That is a good question. Shall we consult the Book?"
Ron looked up at mention of the Book, and eager look on his face. "Oh, Please do, Claws! We haven't looked in the Book in ages!"
Draco was looking worriedly back and forth as each person spoke. "The, um, book? What book?"
"No, no, no! Draco, the Book. The legendary Marauders Record Book. It's what started the whole thing. Harry found it you see. It was with that infernal Snitch he's always playing with…like now!"
Harry smiled sheepishly at her as he let go of the little gold ball, which quickly attempted to escape. In vain, however; Harry caught it immediately. It wasn't as if it could escape anyway, Hermione had put her strongest locking and silencing charms she knew, on the door to make sure no one heard their plotting.
"You mean that book is actually real. It isn't just a story? Shit! But how can you read it, isn't it supposed to have some kind of enchantment on it?"
"Ah, the perks of being a Marauder's son. My name was on the list of readers. I added Ron's and Hermione's names and, in time, I'll add yours too. But first, the initiation!" Harry smirked and bent to retrieve something from under the bed.
"Eeew! Hermione! Stop ogling Harry's arse! Eeew!" Ron sniffed. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and patted Harry on the arse, just to spite Ron. Harry stood abruptly and looked at her in question. She blew him a kiss and he quirked an eyebrow.
"Ugh, Potter! Can you please stop with the PDA? Yuck! What is all this about an initiation?" Malfoy fake-gagged. Harry narrowed his eyes and smirked. The Slytherin groaned loudly. "Why me?" He asked the ceiling. "Why is it always me?"
"Now, down to business…" Harry stopped, however, when the doorknob rattled. "Hermione, lift the charms. Quick!"
She did so and called for who ever it was to come in, but not before she made sure, Harry had hidden the Book. "Oh Hello, Remus." She said smiling. She fought to choke back a giggle.
"What's going on in here? It was suspiciously quiet, and I know from experience that that means you lot were planning!" The werewolf eyed them all.
Draco put on a really innocent face and said, "Who? Us? Never!"
Moony laughed. "Claws, what were you planning?"
"Claws? Oh, you're Messer Moony, now huh? Okay. But only if you swear that Moony won't tell Professor Lupin or Remus, because both of them would stop us for doing it."
"What do you think I am? I don't think werewolves can be multiples. Well, I'm not anyway, but I promise. Messer Moony shall keep it to himself, as will his two fellows." He sat down on the bed next to Mione.
"Well, Moony…" he smirked evilly. "We were just planning Draco's initiation."
"Ah, yes I do believe we did that to Peter, too." His eyes darkened and he rounded on the blonde Slytherin. "If you ever do anything like he did, I will personally torture you, beat you to a bloody pulp, then kill you, and wait and eat you during the next full moon."
Everyone in the room cringed. "A bit harsh Moony and non too pleasant a thought. However, going back to the topic at hand, he will need to be initiated and transformed."
"Fuck, Potter. You sound like you're leading a cult."
Remus looked thoughtful at this. "Hmmm…Now that you say that, Dray. Yes, it is rather like a cult. We were, anyway. We even had a cult following. Strange really, if you think about it." He turned back the Trio. "So you're gonna do a transformation? Is he up to that? What would it be anyway?"
"Um…I am going to regret saying this, but you're kinda scaring me." Draco said from the beanbag.
"You wanna know what we are talking about? I'll show you, but no one ever finds out about anything that goes on in sMg Head Quarters, understand? In fact that goes for everyone." They nodded and Harry closed his eyes.
His normally wild black hair shortened and smoothed back turning a glossy-ebony. He hunched over and his nose elongated. Hair, or fur rather, began sprouting all over his body. He quickly slipped of his shirt. His entire upper half was panther, now. He turned and dove toward the door. Mid-leap the rest of his body changed. Fully a panther now, Claws turned emerald green eyes on them.
Draco stretched out a hand to stroke the panther head, but Remus said, "You know, that if you pet the panther, it will be like stroking Harry, because he know exactly what's going on." Draco froze, and then retracted his hand. The panther's lip curled back in an almost-human sneer.
Next was Hermione's turn. Glossy white feathers replaced shining curly brown locks. She took a long breath and, standing on the giant four-poster, she leapt into the air. The snowy owl she became circled the room once, before landing at the panther's paws. Harry was sitting calmly licking his forepaws. Ron did his transformation, snarling at Draco as soon as he took his wild dog shape.
Draco looked around him, eyes wide. "They're unregistered Animagus? Fucker. I thought that spell was too complicated for even seventh years. When did this happen?"
"Ah, well…probably about, hmmm, two weeks?" Remus looked at the Claws for conformation. The panther shrugged (I don't know if panthers even have the ability to shrug, but…this one does). "And yes the spell is much to complicated for anyone under, roughly, 25 years of age. Of course, Sirius and James never took note of that. These three, however, beat Padfoot and Prongs by about a year. You, my fine Slytherin friend, will be initiated and you will be required to become an Animagus. And, plus, it's pretty damn useful."
Claws, Windy, and Patches were once again Harry, Hermione, and Ron, respectively. Brushing his pants off and slipping his shirt back on (but leaving it unbuttoned, much to Hermione's pleasure. HE HAS A FAB QUIDDITCH BODY, HE CAN DO THAT), Harry surveyed the room. He gave a curt nod, turned on his heel, and left the room. They followed as he lead them the supply room. Once inside, everyone stayed out of Harry's way as he searched the shelves. Suddenly there was a triumphant "Hah!" and Harry re-emerged from where he had been halfway to lying on the shelf. "Now, I have an excellent idea…
