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A/N – Hello people! I managed to upload this chapter fairly quickly, don't you think?

I'm just quickly replying to one of my reviewers before carrying on with the story…

BrookeJamesSP5 – Thanks! I really appreciate your help :D I'll be going over the whole story again, fixing the spelling mistakes and everything once I'm finished with it, but thanks anyway . And about the 'Famous James Potter', I didn't mean it to say that James is famous in the wizarding world, what I meant through it, is that Sirius talks a lot about him. Hope that's cleared up Thanks for your review xxx From Dominika

ALSO for your other review, I guess that's right, but I just wanted there to be a little more time before the term began, and how about we say that in the marauders era they sent the letter a little early? :P thanks for pointing that out though, I'll try not to make such silly mistakes again.

millie-mae – Thanks, I try ;) As I've said to BrookeJamesSP5, I'll Correct the spelling mistakes etc. Once I'm finished with the story, but I'll just pay attention to what I'm writing for now, and try to make the least errors possible. Thanks for your review xxx From Dominika

NOW BACK TO THE STORY!

DISCLAIMER!

No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own harry potter or any characters you might recognise.

The five marauders

Chapter 3

The week flew by quickly, and finally it was the day I got to see my best mate. I woke up quite early for me, especially considering that it's still summer holidays and, unlike my family, I'm most definitely NOT a morning person.

Today, curiously, I was the first one up. I decided that for a change I will do something nice and helpful, instead of causing the usual morning mischief. Also, it would help me contain my excitement and calm me down a little, since I was already hyper and it hasn't even been five minutes since I've woken up!

And so I got up, washed, put on my favourite clothes: Dark jeans shorts and black tank top with the words 'Mischief Managed' Printed in White, Bold font (Sirius sent it to me for my birthday). Then I grabbed the banner I created yesterday and ran downstairs to get started on the breakfast.

I put on the muggle radio which stood in the kitchen and tuned it to play a random muggle station and began making my favourites: French Banana Pancakes.

I've always loved cooking the muggle way, and ever since I was eight, I have been cooking. My brothers always said that it's very Ravenclaw of me to start developing such smart talents from such a young age. But, after all, my whole family was in Ravenclaw (Even though I always say my brothers have pea brains). I'm pretty sure I'll break that tradition though. I'm not really into studying and doing all that smarty-pants stuff like my brothers, I'm more into being a total trouble maker…

Back on the subject, Somewhere in the middle of me making these delicious pancakes, my mum came down and, after a moment of surprise (seeing me so early in the morning and not up to mischief is quite unusual), helped me with the breakfast by making the drinks and setting out the table for four, since dad was at work again.

"Why don't you go and wake your brothers and I'll finish off", Mum proposed a few minutes later.

"Sure", I exclaimed, and hopped up the stairs and into my brothers' room.

Once I got there, I counted to three before…

"GET UP YOU TWO DUNG HEADS! YOUR MOST BELOVED SISTER MADE BREAKFAST SO YOU BETTER MOVE YOUR FAT BUTS INTO THE KITCHEN AND FEAST BEFORE I PULL YOU DOWN THE STAIRS BY YOUR EARS!"

I watched with amusement as my two brothers screamed and fell out their beds.

"Bloody hell! Shut your trap you crazy woman!" Victor mumbled from somewhere under his covers.

"Sorry bro, but I'm absolutely hyper, and you know how I am when I'm hyper", I giggled, while climbing and bouncing on his bed.

"What did you make?" Michael asked sleepily from somewhere next to his bed.

"Français pancakes à la banane" I replied, showing off my small French skills and my amazingly, beautifully and truly terrible French accent.

Straight away their heads shot up.

"Pancakes?" They chorused and ran out of the room.

"Greedy pigs", I muttered with a grin, before skipping out after them.

About half an hour later, at 9am, I started to get impatient. I was pacing around the living room, where my mum read a book while my brothers played exploding snap, and kept on glancing at the clock.

After ten minutes of that, I finally groaned and collapsed into my favourite arm chair.

"GRRRR! Why can't the freakin' time speed up?" I groaned, "Michelle, Victoria, do you mind if I annoy you a little? I'm bored".

"Don't call us that Jemmia", They said.

"Well sorry that I'm bored", I wailed, rolling my eyes.

"Honey, if you're bored then go read a book or something", My mum suggested.

I raised my eyebrow, "Read a book?"

She nodded.

"You honestly expect me to read a book?"

She nodded once more.

I got up with a sigh, muttered "Ravenclaws and their books" (earning a glare from everyone in the room), and left to the owlery.

Currently, all four of our owls were present in their little room. The owlery is a small room which was made in one of the smaller spare rooms of our house. Inside, one of the walls is basically missing so it's easy for our owls to fly in and out. It is also charmed so that from outside it would look like there a completely solid wall (It took ages to get our owls used to flying through something that looks like a brick wall).

We have four owls: Rory, Tootles, Idiot and Pirate. Rory is a handsome, brown, eagle owl. It is the oldest of the four and belongs to mum and dad. Tootles, is a white and black, tiny scops owl which belongs to Victor, while Idiot (also a scops owl) is all black, with a brown tummy and belongs to Michael. Finally, Pirate is a Western Screech Owl, which obviously belongs to me. He is all white, except for a black patch which goes around his head, above the right ear and under the left, making him look like he has a pirate's eye patch (hence the name). He is only a year old, and is the youngest of our owls.

I always enjoyed spending my time in the owlery (I learnt to ignore the smell). I never minded the mess, quite the opposite actually. It was always my favourite place in the house. Ever since I was young, I've had a soft spot for owls. I simply adore them.

I quickly took my seat on a little bench my dad put there a few years back, and straight away Pirate and Idiot flew to me. They were both my favourites, mainly because they were both a little crazy. Idiot sat on my knee and started feasting on some owl treats I've brought with me (greedy pig like his owner), while Pirate balanced on my right shoulder and played with my hair (which by the way, I've managed to grow quite a bit, since even though I act like a boy, I don't necessarily want to look like one. It's way past my arms and falls straight down to half way down my back).

I lost track of time petting the two owls, and talking to them as if they were my best friends (Don't judge me! I do weirder things than talking to animals!), and finally my mum came up and told me we'll be leaving in ten minutes.

I shot straight up, apologised to the frightened owls which I knocked off me doing so, and run down to the living room. On my way there, I quickly stopped by the large mirror, fixed my hair, which pirate positively messed up and got rid of the many feathers which were stuck all over my outfit. Once I got to the living room, I grabbed the banner and rushed towards the fireplace where my mum was already waiting.

"Ready honey?" She questioned me with a grin, seeing my eager and excited face.

"Yup!" I replied.

I watched as mum stepped into the fireplace, shouted "LEAKY CAULDRON!" and disappeared amidst green flames.

"See you two later!" I yelled to my two brothers (who were STILL playing exploding snap by the way) and stepped into the fireplace, "LEAKY CAULDRON".

A/N – As I've said before, any comments or questions you have, let me know by reviewing xxx