And i'm BACK! Hi guys! Long time no see.
Sorry its been sooooooo long.
So. Ahem. Back to the topic. This is a little something that i came up with.

PS- I put lines whenever i change POV's, and i thoroughly apologize for any confusion caused.

"Ehm", Lily nervously cleared her throat as she stood in front of the famed Marauders dormitory door. "Uh, hello?", she called out, and rapped her knuckles against the wood, hoping somebody other than Potter would respond.

Nothing.

A minute later, Lily was positively tapping her feet in impatience. She had already called out all the boy's names several times. Were they ALL in the loo or what? She seethed silently. I'm going to wait thirty more seconds, she promised herself. And if they don't open that blasted door, some severe damage is going to happen their very grand entrance, also the only thing that gave them any semblance of privacy from the screaming hordes of banshees and Marauder fans that hounded them on a daily basis.

That was it. Time was up. Lily blasted open the boys dormitory door, and it practically flew open, its hinges rattling so much, she was afraid it was actually going to fly off, like in those old Muggle action movies. When she finally got a glimpse of the room, Lily's jaw dropped open.

The dormitory was a mess. Clothes were littered everywhere, the room stank of moldy socks and, well ... boys, everything was scattered about, and smack in the center of the room, was a giant pile of pranking supplies. Dung bombs, fizzing whiz-bees, firecrackers, prank wands and food, you name it. And underneath all of that, Lily craned her neck to see more clearly, because peeking out of the pile, was a crate of fire whiskey. And ON TOP of all THAT, hanging on one of the four pillars of one of the boy's poster bed, was a silvery, shimmery, slightly see through material. Lily gasped in disbelief this time. An invisibility cloak? Her feet took her forward of her own accord, and as if in a haze, she ran her hands reverently through the light material. It shone in the firelight, and it shimmered like water, as if it were really alive. Of course the marauders had pranking so easy, she ruefully mused. With the invisibility cloak, it'd be a piece of cake. She was sure she spent ten minutes in awe of the invisibility cloak. At least, it seemed like that.

After that, she had been aimlessly wandering around the dorm for reasons she couldn't fathom. Maybe... maybe it was fate, or a twist of destiny, but she found herself moving closer to one of the beds, and she noticed a blank piece of parchment lying on it. She frowned. It was just a piece of parchment, so what importance did it have such that it was given the place of honor on the very center of the bed? She carefully looked around. As the full realization of what she was about to do hit, Lily flushed. She gently put down the invisibility cloak and picked up the paper. Taking out her wand, she tapped it sharply. "I, Lily Evans, prefect of Hogwarts, order you to reveal your secrets." Nothing. After a couple more tries, which embarrassingly meant a couple orders dictated to a piece of paper, words began appearing.

The marauders map? That was the boy's group's name. Huh?
Then more words shimmered to life, bold and stark. Padfoot would politely request Miss Lily Evans to put down the piece of parchment and hightail it out of wherever restricted place she picked it up, because breaking one's own rules isn't very becoming of a prefect, is it?

And more. Prongs would like to add that Miss Evans has a very beautiful nose, and that she is very pretty, despite her ahem, over-inquisitiveness.

And more. Moony would kindly request Miss Lily Evans to not stick her nose in something that's not her business.

And even more! Wormtail asks the very honorable miss perfect prefect to please not break rules that she would otherwise tell other students to follow, because that would be abusing one's authority, wouldn't it?

That seemed to be the last of it. Lily flushed even darker. Then her eyes narrowed as she was struck with a sudden realization. Where had she heard the names Padfoot, Prongs, Moony and Wormtail before? The Marauders! They called each other with those nicknames. Lily, for the life of her, had not been able to figure out the source of those idiosyncratic names. Padfoot was ... Sirius. Moony was definitely Remus. James was ... Prongs? And Peter must be Wormtail.

Huh. Lily closed her eyes, trying desperately to remember any flashes of memories that might help her. The paper was password protected, that much was evident. Then her green eyes flashed in annoyance. How many times had she seen the marauders consulting a ragged old piece of parchment? They were always hunched over it, and she had even tried to peek once, which had resulted in a lot of whining, grumbling, and arguing. Cheating device, maybe? Nah, they didn't need it. They four of them were too smart for their own good. Then it hit. Lily's mouth twisted in a scowl. There was only one option left. It was an aid to help the marauders with their weekly pranking escapades. But what exactly was its function? Oh, well. Lily shrugged. That was something she would have to find out later. She would have to sneak back here sometime soon. Taking it with her was not an option, and of course the Marauders would notice their beloved map missing.

Lily froze. What had she just thought? Beloved map. Beloved map? The paper-was a map? She inhaled sharply as a memory struck her.

"Remus!" Lily shouted out to stop the sandy haired boy from entering his dormitory. "Wait!" She caught up with the boys, panting as she inhaled lungfuls of air to compensate for the energy it had taken her to practically run the entire length of the castle. "I've been looking for you everywhere!" She paused as she took in Remus' wilted frame. He looked ... weak. Fragile. His eyes were sunken, hollow, and his movements seemed ... sluggish. "Are you okay?" Her brow furrowed in concern.

The teen managed a smile. "I'm fine, Lily. Thanks for asking. What's up?"

She hurriedly fished a stack of papers out of the many floating beside her. "Um, here. I was supposed to give you the prefect rounds schedule, and I totally forgot. Hestia will kill me if I don't give them to you by today, so, here you are!"

"Thanks", Remus gingerly took the papers from her. As he examined the papers, Lily looked behind him, into the open dormitory door. Her eyes narrowed as she caught whispers of "Hide the map!", and "Are you crazy? She's gonna catch us!", and "Wormtail, here! You're the last person she'll expect to hide something!" Lily craned her neck, and she was able to catch a fleeting glimpse of a ragged piece of paper being passed around hurriedly. She stopped snooping and turned towards Remus when he wearily asked, "Do you know when my first round is?"

"Um, It's tomorrow at ten, if I'm not mistaken." Lily intervened when a look of panic spread across Remus' face. "I'll cover for you. It's no biggie, because your rounds fall right after mine. One extra hour isn't going to do anyone any damage." She smiled brightly. On impulse Lily quickly stepped forward and gave Remus a warm hug. "Get well soon." And then she left before he could deny he had a problem. "Bye!"

She closed her eyes. What would be the password? Nah. It could be anything, really. Then a thought struck her. She almost sprinted towards Peter's bed on the other side of the dormitory. She sat down on his bed. It was ... moldy. Yuck. Boys. She checked under the pillow. Nothing. Under the bed? Nothing. Table drawer? Ah-hah! She held up the small piece of paper triumphantly. She squinted at the tiny handwriting, at the two phrases written hastily on the paper. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

She looked at the map. Nothing. She read the next phrase. "Mischief managed." Still nothing.

UGH! Why had she decided to follow her stupid, misleading instincts? A little embarrassed, Lily put the piece of paper back in the drawer, and the map back on James' bed. "I solemnly swear i am up to no good", she laughed a little at the irony of the statement. She really was crazy. She carefully put it down, but as she did so, the tip of her wand slightly brushed the parchment. Lily stared. Ink was gradually spreading from the tip of her wand, filling the paper almost as smoothly as water flows. She picked up the map once again. Hogwarts? The map- was of Hogwarts. She looked on in astonishment at the moving dots of various students. Surely? No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. This was ... this was ... advanced level charms. NEWT level, even. Just ... wow. Lily decided then and there that she would be nicer to the Marauders. She had officially gained a new level of respect for them. She squinted at the tiny dot in a small square in the boys dormitory area. There she was. It was accurate! They were ... geniuses! Maybe ... if she just took it? Just borrowed it for a few days. That was it. No more.

Lily shook her head violently to snap herself out of it. She was not a prankster! She was not going to stoop so low. She sank down on the bed, a battle between wills raging inside her. It did last a couple minutes, in her defense. But... as expected, the bad side won out. After all, the prank stash and the fire-whiskey WAS banned. Illegal. The marauders had to de dealt with. A gradual smirk began spreading across her face. And oh no, it wasn't just an ordinary smile. It was positively wicked. Lethal, even. The smirk finally filled out to its full extent, and Lily set to work. After all, they DID deserve it, after all the pranks they had played on her. Humiliation, after all, was known for its side effects. She set to work with a fresh plan in mind.

Her green eyes held him paralyzed, and he wasn't sure whether to call her the devil incarnate, or god's gift to mankind. And then, of all things. Her lips were on his. James almost stumbled back in shock, because no one could possibly even hope of describing the electricity that ran between their conjoined faces. He slipped an arm around her waist and cupped her cheek as he deepened the kiss, and the heat intensified.

Sirius bent to examine the ground in front of their dormitory. A quick finger check confirmed his suspicions. He whirled on the poor boy standing behind him. "Prongs! You idiotic, numb-skulled buffoon! What did i tell you? Now YOUR Evans dearest has gone and bloody searched our room!" He paused. James was still bloody standing there with his eyes closed. Probably entertaining another daydream. Of course. Sirius darkly cursed Evans with every single curse word he knew under the sun. He looked at his deluded best mate in pity and rage. Mostly rage, though. James ... was muttering something. He leaned in to hear his response.

"Really?", James was still lost in his dreams. "I wonder what she thought."

Sirius sighed in exasperation and leant even closer, until his mouth was right next to his 'mate's' ear. "PRONGS!"

James suddenly woke up. Of all the times to do so.

James jumped, like he had been struck with an electric shock. Damn. It had involved a particularly heated kiss with Evans. "Oh, yeah, right, Padfoot. That's bad. Like, bad, bad. She must have confiscated all of our stuff by now."

"Well, DUH!", Sirius was all out yelling now. "I knew we shouldn't have listened to your stupid demands! Stupid ideas from a stupid buffoon. Of all the things." He darkly muttered to himself, shooting looks at his 'friend'. "Stupid whining. Stupid exception spells for defense mechanisms regarding pathetic security in doors. Stupid idiot. 'But its Evans!' " Even his miming wasn't up to bloody date. "Like she would ever come in the middle of night to snog Prongs. Hah!" Sirius laughed bitterly to himself. "Screw Evans."

Finally done un-sticking the front door from its hinges, both the teens threw themselves in the room, and when they saw what was inside, they both started gaping in shock. Like very unattractive fishes. Because inside, was something that would indeed have someone who knew Lily Evans stupefied. The room, ironically, had been tidied up. A huge banner had been hung on one of the blank walls, and on it was a message. From THE Lily Evans herself.

It said- "YOU GUYS OWE ME BIG. BE GLAD I HAVEN'T CONFISCATED YOUR STASH, BECAUSE I JUST SAVED YOUR LOUSY ASSES FROM DETENTION THROUGHOUT THE YEAR.
OH, AND I TOOK HALF YOUR SUPPLIES. CONSIDER IT PAYBACK."

And underneath that, in smaller letters, was another sentence.
"AND IF YOU EVEN DREAM AT GETTING BACK AT ME, I SWEAR I WILL RAT OUT YOUR ROTTEN BACKSIDES TO MC-GONAGALL. AND WE BOTH KNOW HOW THAT WOULD TURN OUT..."

James, Sirius, Peter and Remus stood there for quite some time. He didn't know when the rest of the band had come in the room, but frankly, he didn't quite care at the moment. Until Sirius broke out in an unwilling appreciative grin. Emphasis on unwilling. He was positively trying to turn his mouth downwards to suppress the smile. Begrudgingly, he turned towards James "You gotta admit, Prongs, she's got spunk."

Ruefully, James was thinking the same thing. Because even if they told everyone about HER, of course they wouldn't believe them. Who'd think prissy perfect little Evans would steal a whole stash of prank material? Certainly not the students, or the teachers.

Remus looked at both his mates. "Are you lot crazy or what? Was somebody sent to a mental asylum while i was gone? GUYS! OI! BLOCKHEADS!" He waved his arms in front of their faces, and then strode over to James' bed. "DUH! The invisibility cloak. The marauders map? Looks like they've both been conveniently forgotten. Who had the map last?"

Sirius pointed to James. As did Peter.

Remus sighed. "Who had the cloak last?"

Both the fingers remained.

Remus looked. There they were! Splat on James' bed. Carefully folded. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. Prongs never folded stuff. Or kept things neatly. Of course! Lily must have spotted them. Definitely figured the cloak out, maybe even the map too. He wouldn't put it past her. Remus whirled around to the rest of the gang. They were being unusually quiet. He looked at them in surprise. They weren't moving.

James carefully stood as still as he could, and whisper-yelled. "Moony! She's rigged the room! Our prank supplies are now being used to prank us!"

A flash of understanding. Remus' eyes widened. "Shit!" He carefully looked around. "Any chance not to trigger them? Get them off, perhaps?"

Sirius, as usual, wasn't being serious. "Nope", he drawled casually. But he wasn't moving either. The floorboards, maybe?

Poor Peter chose the wrong moment to fall, because in another second, he was yanked violently to the ceiling, by a seemingly invisible thread. He bounced a couple times, but thankfully, there wasn't any wailing, or any flailing of arms like last time.

James had apparently decided to take a chance, even though Moony and Padfoot had thoroughly warned him against it. He crouched, muscles taught, his eyes hurriedly calculating the distance. The stag took over. He did it. He leaped. His tall, agile figure came in handy, because he barely made it to his bed. Another millimeter backward, and he would have missed it, getting subjected to a merlin-knows-what prank.

Then Sirius snickered. And Remus joined him. For the life of him, James could not figure out why. But then he did. A nanosecond later. And his 'mates', didn't even deem fit to warn him. That eye-opening nanosecond, came when he was drenched, from head to toe, in a bright pink, neon colored goop. It was slimy, it was sticky, and it was gross. As he closed his eyes in exasperation and pure disbelief, to add to his misery, the gloop started dripping down. Plop. Plop. Bloody plop. It was now starting to spread to the bed, and his very prized map and cloak were to be going colored bright pink for the rest of his life. He knew a coloring charm when he saw one, and knowing Evans, it was most likely going to be permanent.

James bellowed at his frozen friends. "PADFOOT! MOONY! I FRANKLY DON'T CARE WHICH ONE OF YOU GETS TO THE MAP AND CLOAK, BUT GET YOUR LAZY ASSES MOVING! THEY'RE ABOUT TO BE BRIGHT PINK GOOP!" He swore when they looked at each other. Now was NOT the time for the silent eye fight. "Bloody bastards!"

Peter tried helping. "You grab it, Prongs! They're right next to you!"

James didn't even bother replying to that. For one, he could barely see, because pink has almost fully obscured his vision, and two, his hands were covered in the very same goop about to swallow his beloved map and even more beloved cloak.

"GUYS!"

Thankfully, somebody went first. That somebody was Sirius. James silently did a victory dance as he crowed inside. Almost ... there. Too late. Sirius was now lying flat on the ground. His entire body had been bound head to toe with ropes. He wasn't going to be moving a muscle anytime soon.

Remus went next. He too, jumped on various things to avoid touching the floor, or any other random, bewitched item, but luck was not in James' favor. The next second, his clothes had been converted to a skirt and a hoop. He was now wearing a corset, and a very frilly headband that screamed "Manly enough for ya?", every thirty seconds. James was too anxious to laugh. He was dying! His belongings were going to be murdered soon!

Very surprisingly, it was Peter who had eventually saved the day. From his high up vantage point, he had laughed. "For being the smartest students in the school, you dollop heads certainly don't show it." And then, he had proceeded to take out his wand, and with deliberating and agonizing slowness, proceeded to teach them a levitating charm. Eventually, after a lot of gritted out curse words, threats, and rude mutterings, the prized possessions had been returned to safety, and all of them had been stuck looking like extremely stupid idiots, because Lily Evans had thrown open the door and said, "Smile!", in an infuriatingly cheery voice. And then, she had snapped a picture! Of all the nasty, positively mean things to do. James was positively fuming by the end of it. He was sure his mates were too. All except Peter. He, even more annoyingly, had proceeded to congratulate Lily, and he had laughed the whole thing off! Bloody. Laughed. The. Entire. Thing. Off. And then, to top it all, she had left. WHITHOUT helping them.

James honestly wasn't sure if he loved or hated that woman. After that ... debacle, it had taken them another hour to clean up, and another two after that, because of course, they had to go prod every single surface in the room to ensure it wasn't booby-trapped. Charms weren't of any use, because Lily had enchanted her ... setups to avoid detection spells. That, in itself, meant another hour of enduring every prank in the room. Damn her! Both he and Sirius had wanted to get back at her, but they had begrudgingly accepted defeat after she had threatened to leak the photo to the school as an anonymous source. Emphasis on BEGRUDGINGLY. James looked back one last time at his room. Cheeky gremlin. Lily's winking face seemed to have permanently embedded itself in his memory now, and if anything, he would get to her in the end. Wait and see. With a last promise to himself, he turned and jogged into the forest, lithe limbs elongating into slender hooves that pounded against the ground, his skin changing into silky, smooth brown fur as he increased his pace. Just wait and see.

And that's itttttttt!

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