We all sit there, shocked. This is Remus, no correction, Remus who happens to be a prefect, who is suggesting that we steal something. I lean across the room and put a hand to his forehead.

"Yep, running a fever."

Remus swats my hand away, a slight smile on his face, "Thank you for the concern Ann, but I'm in perfect health."

James and Sirius look at each other before shrugging. It was something that I'd learned through spending endless hours with the four of them. James and Sirius were the unofficial leaders of the group. Each one led differently, but they both did a really good job. Remus and Peter mainly followed what the other two said, but they both had valued opinions in the group.

James was the man with the ideas, he was the main person who came up with their pranks. As the local Transfiguration expert he was responsible for taking care of things that were in that branch of magic.

Sirius was the guy who figured them all out, all the little details that needed being put together. Sirius, being best in potions and charms, often was in charge of working out the kinks with those aspects of the pranks. He also was able to help keep the group hidden by bending the magic around them to hide the boys in the shadows.

Remus was also the best at Defense, and he was their warning system. One of the good things about being a werewolf means increased senses, such as hearing and sight and smell. Remus did most of the research, and he then taught the guys the spells needed.

Peter is the one to make sure they can get into wherever they need to, since he has ties into each house, excepting Slytherin. He knew the most about herbology and was often called in to identify a plant or to get the ones that were needed for whatever.

"Ok, so here's the plan," Remus says, "You know that Dumbledore keeps the Hat in his office when it's not in use, right?"

We all nod. After all the times of being up there, we all had that office memorized and could probably maneuver around it as well as, if not better than, the Headmaster himself.

"Well, we're going to need two teams. One will be the retrieval team and the other is going to be the distraction team. We need something loud enough that it will bring Dumbledore's attention to it and cause him to leave the office," Remus explains. He grabs a bar of Honeydukes and breaks it into small pieces, slowly eating the chocolate.

"If you have a big enough distraction then you won't need people who are exceptionally sneaky to steal the hat," James says.

I shake my head, "You forget the portraits. We know that Dumbles uses them for reconnaissance."

James nods, "I'd forgotten about them."

"How? We spend enough time standing in front of them," Sirius chuckles.

"I now just tune it all out!" James counters, "And you can't tell me that you don't do the same thing."

"I'd never deny it," Sirius says, then smirks, "Unless it was beneficial to do so."

Remus rolls his eyes, "Anyway, back on topic. I was thinking that Ann and Sirius should steal the hat."

I pause, blinking in surprise. I expected to have to be in the distraction group. After all I know quite a few spells that make things go 'Boom' and make other loud noises.

"Why Ann and me?" Sirius asks, showing how surprised he is by passing by a chance to annoy Remus with improper grammar.

Remus sighs, obviously thinking that the reason should be plain, "Because, you and Ann are able to hide yourselves better than we are in the shadows. Also we know that Dumbledore placed that one spell on his office and he can tell if someone walks in under an invisibility cloak. You two are the only ones who will be able to sneak in and not get caught."

I frown then shrug. Remus thought this through during the entire dinner, so he knew what he was talking about. Besides, it's not like Sirius and I hadn't worked together on pranks before, take the Chicken Incident of 1973 for example. I don't think Professor Kettleburn has looked at poultry the same way since.

James nods, "Makes sense, so what're Pete and I going to be up to?"

"I'm leaving that to you. Just make sure that it's loud, obnoxious, distracting, and able to attract Dumbledore's attention," Remus says, "But you cannot, I repeat CANNOT, cause harm to anyone or make something that is permanently on the school."

James and Peter nod, before ducking their heads together and planning some things.

"So what are you doing Remus?" I ask.

Remus grins, "I am going to make sure that we have an alibi."

Sirius chuckles and looks at Remmy in amusement, "And how are you going to do that?"

Remus flicks his wand and mutters a spell. In front of Sirius a carbon copy of the boy appears. When the copy opens its eyes, Sirius's widen. We all watch in amazement as Sirius looks like he's messing with a mirror.

"Hi," Sirius says.

The copy blinks and tilts its head, "H-h-hi. Hi. Hi!"

I turn to Remus, "What spell is that?"

Remus opens his bag and pulls out a leather bound book, flipping through the pages until he reached the one he was looking for. Handing it to me, I notice that the words are in Remus's print. So this must be his personal journal.

Maquette Humaine- Origin French- Spell used to copy a person's mannerisms, personality and speech. Works best when used once around the person so the spell can copy their original.

Nodding, I hand the book back to Remus.

"So where'd you find that spell?" I ask.

"It was in one of the older spell books the library has. It's on illusions."

"Would that book happen to be in the restricted section?"

"Maybe."

Sirius grins, "Way to go Remmy!"

Remus gives a slight blush and shoots Sirius a look, "I am a Marauder, you know."

"Sometimes we're concerned," Sirius says, eyeing up the prefects badge.

"Just because I have a better cover for people believing me than you do," Remus counters.

Sirius waves him off and turns to me, "You remember how to bend your magic right?"

I scoff, "Who taught you?"

Sirius narrows his eyes at me, flicking a wrapper into my hair.

I pull it out, glaring at him before tackling the boy and wrestling with him. He manages to pin my arms behind my back, and I kick his thigh. He lets go to dodge away. I turn into the wolf and give a playful growl before taking up the standard canine position for 'Let's play!' Fore legs on the ground with butt in the air and tail whipping back and forth. Sirius turns into the bear like dog that is his animagus and within moments we are having a mock fight.

"Woah, hold up a minute!"

I pause in nipping at Sirius's ear to look at who spoke. The boys look weird in black and white. James, Remus and Peter are staring at the two of us with wide eyes and dropped mouths.

James speaks up again, "Since when have you been able to transform Sirius?"

Sirius looks at me and changes back into human form. I just continue to lay in his lap, the dog part of me not caring that I'm probably crushing his stomach.

"Since the summer," Sirius explains, "I practiced and then one day I ended up with my tail stuck and Ann just had me keep practicing cause there was no way to get rid of it. I managed the transformation that day."

The marauder is petting my head and he starts to scratch behind my ear. I let out a noise of contentment and settle down. This is the life.

A few days later and Sirius and I are sneaking toward the Headmaster's office. We wait for the other two to start their distraction once we reach an alcove just across from the gargoyle. I glance at him and he taps his right ear. We both bend our magic so that it matches the shadows perfectly, hiding us in plain sight.

While we wait, I try to keep my mind off of the news. Voldemort had struck out, and he had struck out in a major way. The town of Keln's Breech had been raided last night. Thirty five people were killed immediately, another sixty died of injuries, and eighty people were unaccounted for. If they were still in the rubble or if they had been captured was unknown.

Shaking my head slightly to disrupt the thoughts, I hear the one thing that means we are underway. The screams of sheer utter paranoia, shock, and rage. The Marauders have struck again. Moments later, the door to the Headmaster's office shifts open and he comes out, briskly walking. The both of us spring into action immediately, shifting and moving through the corridor with ease and we reach the door before it closes.

I touch my right middle finger to the thumb of the same hand twice and Sirius moves to the side, motioning for me to continue ahead of him. I smirk and place a silencing charm on my feet before climbing the stairs, wrapping my magic around me more, feeling it envelop my body like a blanket. When we reach the stairs, the door is unlocked and we slip in silently, taking care to close the door in a way so that it won't squeak.

Sirius touches my shoulder to get my attention and then taps his nose twice. I roll my eyes at him and shake my head in a definite 'no'. We have a mini argument for a few moments.

'I don't care, you're too loud.'

'Am not. I've practiced!'

'On what?'

'The lock to your trunk.'

'YOU WHAT?'

'Kidding.'

'Sirius Black. You are a prat.'

'I've also got the sorting hat. Let's go.'

Holding back the sigh/growl of aggravation I want to let out, I take my time slowly descending the stairs. I don't know if the distraction is done, and if it isn't then it would be better for me to be caught than it would be for Sirius to be. After all, I wasn't the one carrying around stolen property.

Once I deem the coast as clear, I motion for him to follow, and we take off at a run, the silencing charm still effectively keeping our movements silent. When we reach a certain point, I pull Sirius into a passage and maneuver through the school until we reach one of the unused classrooms.

Grabbing the hat I pull it on my head.

"Miss Grimwood, long time no see. I have to admit that it is rather shocking to be taken from the office of the Headmaster like this."

'Sorry, but we were kinda in a hurry,' I think back, 'You don't mind do you?'

"Goodness no! It's horribly dreadfully boring up there."

'You do realize that you made horribly redundant when you used dreadfully right?'

"Yes. So what is it that you need from me Miss Grimwood?"

'Actually, here's what you're gonna do.'

With Sirius acting as the look out, I outline the idea to the hat, smirking when it gives a chuckle at the end of the explanation.

"Miss Grimwood, that is truly an ambitious prank. Who came up with it?"

'Remus Lupin did.'

"Ah yes. Yet another member of the Marauders who I wanted to put into Slytherin who refused."

'Just how many of them did you want to place there?'

"Three. Mister Lupin, Mister Black, and yourself, Miss Grimwood."

'I'm not a Marauder.'

"Not in name, but regardless. I will help you."

'Thank you.'

Taking off the hat, I turn to Sirius with a grin, "He'll do it."

Sirius smirks, "Excellent."

AN/ Hello ff.n land! I would like to ask a couple of questions. Are you reading this? Do you like it? Do you have an idea of why the sorting hat is needed? The mini argument that Sirius and Ann have is silent and uses a sign language that they made up, just in case you were confused on that point. Oh, I just remembered, I need your help. I need fictional characters who would be a personality fit, ironic outlook, or a showcase of their darker side for the following characters:

~Remus Lupin ~James Potter ~Lily Evans ~Minerva McGonagall ~Albus Dumbledore

An example would be, and no this isn't the one I'm using, Ann's character should be Mulan because they both kick ass/are intelligent/like to read. Thanks a bunch, and please review.