Ok, so I quite like this fic. But it needs more slash. Sorry if you don't like it, but more people like it than don't. There's gonna be slashy innuendo, building up to lots of slash later. If I ever get round to writing that.

If you read this and think- oh, I've read this before- that's the point. I'm rewriting it. Coz I'm bored and don't want to do my Law.

Disclaimer: I do not own a thing. The song in this chapter is Meet the Gang. It used to be the theme tune to a 70s sitcom, It Ain't Half Hot Mum. The song fits, so blah.

In the dark kitchen, dark doings were afoot. Well, maybe not dark. Slightly shadowy. Not really evil, as such. The worst mischief makers in the history of Hogwarts, more commonly known as the Marauders, were carrying out a prank. And it was only the first night of term. However, it was their last year, so according to their logic more pranks are allowed to take place. Slightly twisted logic.

"Careful, Padfoot," hissed Remus. "That took ages to make."

"I know, Moony. Trust me." Sirius flashed a winning smile, despite the fact no one could see him.

"That's the problem. I don't."

Sirius would have retorted, quite strongly, but at that point James prodded him in the ribs. "Pour the thing in, and we can go."

"Oh, Jamesie's developed a conscience now that he's Head Boy."

"Shut it Padders, and pour. Just remember, it goes into the pumpkin juice and water of every table except Gryffindor. I don't need that."

As Sirius poured the potion (because that's what it was) Peter piped up (I love alliteration). "What, exactly, will this do?"

"Make everyone sing as if they were in a musical, embarrassing themselves beyond belief in the process. And it's all thanks to Mr Moony." Remus bowed at James' words.

"Oh, and Mr Padfoot had no part in it, I suppose?" Sirius said angrily. "Only actually finding all the ingredients, and helping make it for fifteen bloody hours-"

"Just pour," James said, prodding Sirius again. Unfortunately this meant he spilled some of the potion into the Gryffindor drink. No one else seemed to notice, so Sirius grinned. So long as he remembered not to drink anything tomorrow, he'd be fine, and could sit back while watching his friends embarrass themselves.

"Finished." He slipped his arms through those of Remus and Peter. "Come on Remmie, Pete. Let's let Jamesie-poo get back to his darling Lily." He skipped off, dragging the other two with him. James swore half-heartedly at Sirius' back, then trudged up to his dorm.

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Remus picked at his toast, smiling at his friend across the table. "Come on, Padders. Cheer up. It's morning."

"Exactly why is that a good thing?" Sirius' head was resting on the table. He turned it slightly to glare blearily (is that actually possible?). "They execute people at dawn. No one wants to live at six am."

"Just because you're a lazy sod, Black, doesn't mean everyone is." Lily Evans sat next to Remus, smiling at him. "Morning, Remus."

"Morning, Lily. Congratulations on being Head Girl."

"Ta. Only bad thing is Potter being Head Boy. Actually, I'm surprised it wasn't you."

Remus shrugged awkwardly. "Prongs has grown up a lot in the past few years. And I'm ill a lot." He grabbed his cup and drank quickly to avoid further embarrassment. He stared at the cup in amazement. "This is great. Padders, drink. It'll wake you up, promise."

Sirius drank. This was of course a very stupid thing to do, and under normal circumstances… well, he would probably have still done it, because he was quite forgetful. But we'll blame it on the sleep, or lack thereof.

"Meet the gang, coz the boys are here," sang the Slytherin table. Not the actual table, the people sitting there.

"The boys to entertain you," crooned the Hufflepuffs, pointing at random.

"With music and laughter, to help you on your way," was the Ravenclaw contribution.

"To raising the rafters with a hey, hey, hey," sang the ghosts as they rose to the roof.

"With songs, and sketches, and jokes old and new," warbled the Gryffindors, determined not to be neglected.

"With us about, you won't feel blue," carolled the teachers.

Everyone united for the final lines, while tap-dancing house elves appeared from nowhere. "So! Meet the gang, coz the boys are here, the boys to entertain you! B, O, B O Y S, boys to entertain you!"

From their finish positions on the table, arms in the air, Remus glared at Sirius. "You are a dead man singing."

Ta da! OMG, I am so strange. At the mo, Lily hates Jamesie-poo.