A/N: I'm so sorry! I had this entire thing done, but I don't know what happened to it! I didn't look at it for a little while (I still had a bit left to write) but I finally looked for it and it was gone, so I have no idea where it went. So now I have to re-write it, sorry. Then of course, it wouldn't upload. Did no one want me to get this up? Anyway, finally, here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own it…(sigh) Who deleted it! But yes I in no way shape or form own Harry Potter, so don't sue, I don't want to loose the money I'm saving up for my trip in May.

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Chapter 15: Discovery

It had been a couple weeks since the maple syrup incident, and most of the students had forgotten all about it. Sirius had been spending a little extra time on his hair though; muttering about the evil of sticking products, while James still flinched whenever maple syrup was in his vicinity.

It was the morning of March 15th, and the marauders were all sitting in their dormitories. Sunlight filtered gently into the room, casting a warming glow on the four boys. The slight warmth of spring was beginning to return, and it wouldn't be long before it was here completely. James stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, glaring at his reflection and trying to make his hair lie flat. Peter had just woken up and was quickly rushing around the room, trying to get ready quickly so he could get to breakfast.

Remus, meanwhile, was backed against a corner of the room, where Sirius was towering over him. "Please Remus! That transfiguration essay is due today, and I didn't finish it! You have to let me copy!"

"I don't have to let you do anything," Remus said coolly, not wanting to admit that Sirius was scaring him slightly, probably because he knew he had just finished a sugar quill, and he seemed to become even more obnoxious then usual when he's on a sugar high.

"Remus!" Sirius whined, before plopping down on the floor, defeated. Remus edged around him and toward his bed, kicking his bag containing the essay out of sight.

James entered the room, looking annoyed. He glared around the room, as if it was their fault that his hair wouldn't stay tamed. "Let's just go." So the marauders began their trek through the long, still slightly chilly, corridors towards the great hall.

On the way there, Peter stopped suddenly. A door was halfway opened, a door he had never before seen. He quickly made his way towards it and peeked inside, looking around. "You guys, you gotta see this!"

The other three turned around and walked back towards the door. All four walked in (well Sirius more of fell in) and gazed around the room in wonder.

It was a large, dark, drafty room. There seemed to be no windows in sight, and there was a thin layer of dust covering the floor. A couple candles lit as soon as they entered the room, and the room lit up, helping them to see the large piles of parchments throughout the room.

"What is this doing here?" Sirius asked from the floor, gazing around.

Remus slowly walked towards one of the piles and inspected some of the parchments. "They're essays! All of them in this pile, it looks like they're for astronomy!" He continued looking through them, intrigued. "A pile for arithmancy here," he said as he moved along. "And potions here, and here's transfiguration."

Suddenly Sirius was off the ground and leaping head first into the pile of parchments. He swam happily through them, as if through a river, and searched through the titles, looking for one on his subject. Remus shook his head sadly and turned around, only to see James teetering on the top of the arithmancy pile. "What are you doing!"

"My sister, she just moved away you know, she always talked about writing little love notes with her arithmancy homework. If I can just find her writing," he stopped talking abruptly as he slipped and sent the parchments roaring like a tidal wave down.

Remus and Peter looked up from where they had covered their heads to see not only James pile of essays, but also the astronomy one next to him, as well as the transfiguration one that Sirius had just emerged from had all fallen over and spread like a sea upon the ground. "Found one!"

Sighing, Remus leaned against the wall. It didn't look like they were leaving quite yet.

The conversation had changed pace and moved on to their families and what had been going on before Hogwarts. Sirius was keeping determinedly silent, instead trying to do a backstroke through the sea of parchment.

After James finished his long rant about him and his father playing quidditch, Peter spoke up. "I dunno, it was weird at home the year before Hogwarts. Sometimes my mom would disappear all night and not come back until the next morning."

"Is she seeing someone?" Sirius asked, hitting his head against the wall. He winced and sat up, rubbing it gently, before turning back to Peter. "On the side?"

"You mean like a hypnotist?"

Everyone slowly turned and stared at him.

"What?"

"Are you that dense!" James finally asked, finally deserting the prospect of finding good blackmail material to console Peter's obvious thinking problem. "Did you ever think of taking some speed potion to keep up with the rest of us?"

"I hate to break this up, but if we don't leave now we're going to be late for transfiguration class," Remus interrupted.

Finally noticing they had approximately five minutes to travel to the classroom, they quickly made towards the door in alarm. Sirius tripped, falling on top of James who had bent down to grab his bag. Remus groaned in frustration and helped them both up, before the four went running down the corridor.

Just as the bell sounded, the four boys stumbled through the door, causing the students to look at them with amusement, and professor McGonagall with vexation. "So good to see you're on time, please take your seats." With that she turned toward the board, her agile fingers speeding across it as she wrote what chapter to open to. "Please pass your essays forward," she demanded, turning back to face the students sternly.

Sirius smirked and pulled out 'his' essay, slapping it on the table in triumph. Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him but just shook her head to herself, deciding she didn't want to ask. As soon as the essays her passed in, she told them to open they're books and began the lesson.

"I still can't believe you actually turned that essay in," Remus said, glaring slightly at his friend. "It was someone else's work!"

"Don't you think she'll know it wasn't by you?" Peter asked.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "How would she know?"

Remus glanced at him, readjusting his bag more comfortable on his shoulder as they walked. "Did you remember to put your name on the essay, you know, get the other person's off?"

Sirius's face fell. All three boys sighed at their friend's stupidity. "Well then there's only one thing to do! Lets head back to that room so I can get an essay for potions!" Sirius raced towards the room, his friends running behind him, yelling that he was going to get himself in trouble for plagiarism.

As it turns out though, they didn't have to do anything to stop Sirius from using another person's work, for when they all reached the room, they found every last piece of parchment gone.

Sirius fell to his knees, staring blankly at the room as if he had not realized it was bare of any parchment. The thin layer of dust was harder to spot, and footprints that were not theirs littered the ground. Not even a small particle of parchment was left. The four boys were left staring at the blank walls and flickering candles.

"What are you guys doing?"

The four turned around to see Celebrean standing in the doorway, glancing at each of them in turn before looking back at the room. "What's so interesting about it?" Although it was the middle of the school day, Celebrean was dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, with her robes on over it to try and hide the missing presence of her uniform. "Oh," she said, smiling slightly. "I hate skirts."

She glanced at her watch before turning back to the boys. "Come on, it's almost time for Herbology." She turned and started down the corridor.

"Not afraid to break the rules, I like that in a girl."

The others agreed.

The relaxed atmosphere however, couldn't last. Professor bulb was getting on in years, and probably only had a few left. That being said, she was very old fashioned, and when she saw Celebrean's choice in clothing, she was not happy. "That is not the proper clothing you should be wearing Miss Lamana," she said in a crisp voice.

"It's more comfortable for me, don't you agree that students should be comfortable Professor?" she asked innocently.

Apparently professor Bulb did not, because she gave Celebrean detention for mouthing off.

"Rotten old hag," she muttered later as she walked back to the castle with Lily, who looked offended that Celebrean would even think of insulting a Hogwarts teacher. Celebrean saw the look on Lily's face but didn't give her a chance to respond. "Lily you know how much I hate skirts!" Lily merely rolled her eyes.

"Aren't your parents going to be upset that you got detention?" Lily asked.

"Maybe a little, but I've had detention before, when I went to a muggle school beforehand. Since my mum is a muggle, she thought it was important for me to get a muggle education too," she said, smiling. "And my dad agreed."

"My parents would be so disappointed in me if I got detention, I couldn't live with myself," Lily confessed.

Celebrean pulled a small scrunchie off her wrist and tied her hair up into a messy ponytail, though it hardly made a difference since her hair was getting so long. She glanced behind her and gave a small wave to the marauders before turning back to Lily. "You need to take a couple risks though Lily. How is life worth living if you don't do something a little crazy once in a while? I couldn't stand it if all I did was study or something. I like to go crazy once in a while. Try a sugar high, it's a lot of fun."

And with that slightly odd advice, they headed into the castle.

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The end of March was approaching, and students were beginning to shed their winter attire for something cooler. Celebrean was seen avoiding her school uniform more often, and had quickly learned which teachers left her alone about it. Unfortunately, the next night was a full moon, so Remus was not one of the students enjoying the spring warmth.

It was almost eleven that Thursday night, when the marauders were happily sitting in the Gryffindor common room. Remus was looking very peaky, there were dark shadows under his eyes and he looked like he could fall over at any moment.

Peter was unsuccessfully trying to draw Remus into a conversation to try and keep his mind off the upcoming moon. James and Sirius were both whispering, malicious grins beginning to spread on their faces. They turned to Remus and Peter, before standing and walking towards them. "Time to go," James announced, a slightly insane sparkle in his eye.

"Go where?" Remus asked suspiciously, eyeing his two friends carefully.

"SUGAR HIGH!" both screamed at the same time, causing poor Peter to jump and stare at them in fright. Remus was about to protest about how they shouldn't be going out and getting high off sugar on a school night, but before he could James and Sirius seized both his arms and dragged him out of the portrait hole, Peter quickly going upstairs to retrieve the invisibility cloak.

As soon as they entered the kitchen, several house elves came quickly to them. Sirius grinned at them all, before seeing his favorite house elf in the bunch. "Pastor! How are you mate?"

Unknown to the others, Sirius had been talking to Pastor about something he was thinking they could do as an end of the year prank, he'd already gotten the idea in mind. Pastor was rather young, and enjoyed a good joke, and was eager to point out a few details he was missing. Once he knew what he wanted to accomplish, he'd ask his friends if they wanted to add anything. Since then though, him and Pastor had gotten along well, and the food to the Gryffindor table had seemed more tasty then usual, if that was possible.

"We would like sugar cubes, and lots of them," James said.

"Can we have some sporks too?" Sirius asked.

Peter looked at Sirius, puzzled. "What is a spork Sirius?"

Sirius stopped and stared at his rather confused friend, amazed that he did not know of the holy and sacred eating utensil. James turned around too, before stuffing several sugar cubes in his mouth and holding up a spork. "This, my dear naïve friend, is a spork" He said, showing him it carefully.

Behind him, Sirius also had quite a few sugar cubes in his mouth. He lifted his own spork and pointed out the finer details. "See? It's like a spoon and a fork combined. So you can use it as both."

"See, a long time ago," James began, lifting a sugar cube with his fork, "there was this wizard."

"Rather smart fellow," Sirius added.

"And his house elf made him a delicious soup one night, but alas, something was wrong. With his spoon he could not get any vegetables, and with his fork he could get no soup!"

Sirius was now getting very excited at telling this particular story, while Remus stared at them. That didn't make sense. The spork was invented in the 40's. When the US army was in Japan after the war, gen mcarthur had said that the use of chopsticks was uncivilized, and they should use spoons and forks like everyone else. But fearing that the Japanese might rise up and retake their country with their forks, he and the US army had invented the 'spork,' which was then introduced into the public schools. The army enforced the use of the 'spork,' and made the use of chopsticks in the schools a punishable offense. Where in the world had James and Sirius learned THIS story?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Remus. Why did he know the history of sporks in the first place?

He decided not to comment as James and Sirius began to tell the story, eating more and more sugar cubes. They began to use the sporks like swords, racing around the kitchens and trying to stab the other, still yelling out more 'facts' about sporks.

"Of course, they didn't release them to wizarding schools, because they knew many people would be old fashioned and want to use traditional utensils," Sirius commented, coming to a stop next to Peter and Remus.

"So the spork must be used in secret, though I hear a lot of fast food places use them in America," James commented, coming to a stop beside Sirius. They both shared a look, silently making a mental note to check these facts later. Then, as if on cue, both turned toward the two slightly frightened boys and said "AND THAT'S THE HISTORY OF THE ALMIGHTY SPORK!"

"And that's why you don't let them eat more then five sugar cubes," Remus muttered.

Peter stared at them in awe.

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AN: Well? I can't believe it turned out so long. I'm so happy. YAY! And only like 2 months apart this time, I'm getting better. I'll start on my next chapter in the next couple days I hope.

For future reference, I'm going to start adding more history behind Celebrean, and America is going to come into play a bit for later chapters, just to enter in a new character. I know, I'm sorry it's odd, but I didn't see another way to do it.

By the way, the spork history (that Remus thought about) I actually found on a website, so is in fact true. Unless the site was wrong…heh anyway, please review!