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The Marauder's Magical Journal

By – Messer's. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

All right, I say we get those sorry excuses of Slytherins back!

Oh no! why do I have the feeling that we are going to be getting more detention?

I am so out! My homework is piling up and I at least don't want McGonagall to have a canary when she finds out that it isn't done!

A little pranking before homework isn't going to hurt anyone!

(rolls eyes) Why do I have the feeling that we are going to regret this…?

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It was dark and dreary, the sky was cloudy with angry clouds and there was a feeling in the air, one of foreboding. But that had not stopped the dark figure that hid in the under great that was the forbidden forest. The figure just waited, he needed to wait, he hoped that someone would come about soon; otherwise he may as well disparate once he was a good distance from the magical grounds of Hogwarts.

The plan that his Master had concocted was perfect; however, it was difficult with many steps and intricacies the he did not understand at all. But his Master had given him this task. There was no way around it, he had to full fill his Master's dreams, or risk his life. He was not about to die! Not for anything!

And so, he waited, and watched as the sky gathered it's dark, angry clouds, and the cold wind swept pass him. He waited, and he watched until that time was right.

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James Potter glared at the person in front of him; All he wanted was to find out who was playing at being a Death Eater, and here he had to contend with Snivellus Snape! The git was a total thorn in his perpetual side and always trying to get him into trouble! Like James couldn't have gotten into said trouble all on his own anyway!

"What's got you're bullock's in a twist?" James said flippantly. The least he could do was have some fun with the Slytherin git!

"Like you didn't know," Snivellus replied with a smirk.

"Get out of my way!" James said, glaring at the boy.

"James, calm down, you-know-what is coming our way," Remus said, pulling on James' robe for the other boy's attention. James looked to Remus, and nodded, they had things to do and getting into an altercation with Snape (no matter how much of a git he was acting as) and Malfoy (who was stalking towards them) wasn't going to help anything.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of losing to someone better than you?" Snape asked, addressing Remus.

Lupin took one look at the greasy haired, snot-nosed, toe rag and sniffed as if he had just smelled something putrid and decaying. "You wish," Remus said simply before pulling James back a bit and turning him the other way.

James and Remus walked down the hall not looking back at Snape, but ready just in case the Slytherin tried to jinx them while their backs were turned. Soon, however (but much to the relief of Remus), they were out of site and out of hearing range.

"That snot--nosed toe rag!" James cried in indignation.

"I know James, don't let him get to you, if you let that happen than Snape has all ready won," Remus said.

"Yes, you're right," James sighed.

They walked on in silence for a while; they passed student's who were on their way to classes, and the two were heading towards their final class of the day. They would meet Peter and Sirius at the Defense class room.

"Did you see the paper this morning?" James asked.

"I'm surprised you're Mum affirmed the use of the Unforgivable Curses," Remus said. Technically, the boy's hadn't studied the Unforgivable Curses, but Sirius knew a bit about them and so had told his friends as much as he could.

"I think she was forced too; Fudge is adamant when it comes to crap like that," James said.

"Well, I wouldn't want her to lose her job," Remus said.

"Nor do I, but what if something happens? It will be her fault because she signed the bloody papers,"

"She'll handle it, grown ups are supposed to do stuff like that,"

"I know," James agreed, but he didn't like it, he didn't like it at all!

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"I hope you have everything ready?" he looked at the white haired boy before him. Malfoy sneered in dismay.

"Nearly," Malfoy said.

"What do you mean by nearly?"

"We haven't determined yet if the boy is a threat to our plan,"

"You had better hope he's smart enough to stay out of it," said the other.

"He's eleven, and a Potter to boot, I haven't known any of them to NOT stick their noses where it doesn't belong," Malfoy muttered.

"Do something about it, I don't care what," the other said before stalking off down the dark corridor. Malfoy waited a few minutes before he started to make his way towards the Slytherin common rooms.

Potter and his bratty friends weren't exactly getting close to them at all. They didn't know a damn thing! And that was the good news; the bad news was that if he showed any more interest in those twats that they might get some bloody idea about finding out what was going on. And that could not happen!

Malfoy decided that he should back off, for now, but that did not mean that he would not be keeping an eye on them. Or a couple. Malfoy gave the pass word to the Slytherin common room; he'd go and wake Snape and a couple other first years. They were always ready to please him, this would be easy…

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James lied in bed, wide awake; he had over heard the conversation that Malfoy and that other student had had. The other student sounded as if he were above Malfoy; which really did not make sense. Malfoy thought that he was above everyone as it was! It wasn't just the conversation and how they talked to each other that had James wondering.

No, his name was mentioned; he was obviously on to something that Malfoy and that other student didn't want him to get onto. But, whatever it was, James had no bloody idea and he was getting fed up with it. If only he knew more! He turned over in bed and gazed out the window.

It was late, and it was a full moon outside; Remus had gone to the Hospital Wing, again, for the second time in two months. James wondered if this would become a pattern, then decided that he had other things to worry about. Like how Malfoy was going to obstruct him from finding out whatever it was he should be finding out at this very moment.

James turned back onto his back; he couldn't get to sleep. He was too worried. And listening to the quiet was so not helping. James knew now, that he had to get to the bottom of this mystery before he got hurt.

It was early morning before James drifted off; unknown to him that an adventure would start that he would remember for the rest of his life….

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Sirius woke first this morning; he stretched and yawned and then sat up in bed. James and Peter were also waking up. They might have been late to class, but since it was a Saturday, well, Sirius hardly cared at all. He got up and rummaged through his chest.

James pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt with the words 'Chaser'on it in gold while the rest of it was white. He put his wand in his back pocket and put on his shoes. Sirius wore black slacks and a white buttoned down shirt, while Peter put on checkered pants and a matching checkered jumper.

"Well, ready to eat? Should we go see if Remus will come?" Sirius asked.

"I'm not sure, he didn't say when he'd be here, he just said that he'd be here late, I guess he'll show up when he show's up," James said.

"Let's eat, we can ask McGonagall about him later!" Peter said. Sirius and James thought this a good plan and they went down the tower steps that lead to their own common room. A few students were reading or talking here, the boys greeted the few that they knew as they passed to the portrait hole. Once outside their tower, they made their way to the great hall.

Since it was the weekend; students were allowed to come to breakfast whenever they wished. There were three groups that students tended to make themselves of; the Very Early, who were at breakfast well before seven thirty, the Marginally Late, who came after seven thirty but before eight thirty, and then the Very Late, who dinned at nine thirty.

James, Sirius and Peter were of the marginally late group; and so enjoyed the tome between the early worms, and the lazy bums (as the Professor's affectionately nick-named the two groups). Peter piled roast potatoes and eggs and bacon onto his plate. James and Sirius followed his example and soon they were tucking into the food.

The fluttering of birds made James look up; ever since the article came out in the Wizarding news papers, he was almost afraid of what would happen next. Almost certainly some half-blinded Auror who was new to the division would go off and do something Stupid!

The Weekend Wizarding Journal was dropped at James' elbow. He quickly opened it to the front article. On it, there was a picture of a house, with the black mark above it.

Darkness Strikes Again

Late last night, in the Wizarding suburban of Godric's Hollow; a strong Wizarding family was attacked by a group of Death Eaters. (James recognized the house in the picture as his own) Estelle H. Potter was home alone when they attacked.

Mrs. Potter is the head of the Auror Division, and put up a miraculous fight against her attackers. A squad of Auror's have told us that traces of thee Unforgivable curses have been found. It is truly remarkable that Mrs. Potter survived their attack.

However, she has been admitted to St. Mangos for care of her injuries. She is said to be stabilized but will be kept for further treatment if anything happens.

The teams here at the WWJ wishes the best for the Potter family and are sending prayers their way.

James put the paper down. He knew that his mother was remarkable at dark arts. She knew almost every spell there was and was always telling James that it was worth paying attention in class. He didn't notice Sirius taking up the paper.

"Oh, James…"

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to go find McGonagall," James said. He stood and without another look back he ran down the isle way and out of the hall. Sirius was on his heels.

Thankfully, the two boy's ran into McGonagall just out side.

"I have been looking for you, Mr. Potter," she said.

"Is my Mum all right? What about Dad?" James asked.

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting in his office, Mr. Black…"

"Sirius can come," James said. He needed his best friend.

"Very well, follow me," McGonagall said, she turned and led the boys up the stair case.

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A/N – Sorry for the update. But I couldn't come up with anything! Until now. I think I know what I am going to do! Thank you everyone for being so patient with me!

Poppy