Sorry for the mistake in the previous chapter, it's fixed now! Ivy was uploading, and she got confused… Yeah… I have no idea how she did that either.

I also realised there was a mistake in chapter 7. I put there that Molly Prewett (Weasley) and Arthur were at Hogwarts, but I've just found out that they were much older then the marauders, and they've finished Hogwarts way before them. I've corrected the mistake. If you notice any other mistakes like this, let me know ASAP! Xxx

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Wow… Chapter 16 already!

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The five marauders

Chapter 16

"Well done Ms Evans, Mr Potter," Slughorn congratulated.

We were currently in the Potions classroom. The month was up, and it was time to present our potions. Lily and James have just presented their forgetfulness potion. Before them, were Peter and Frank, with their Boil-cure potion, Sirius and Remus with a hair-growth potion, and some other pairs I didn't bother watching.

"Mr Snape, Ms White, how about you two next?"

We nodded and got up. We brought our two amazing potions to the front, and got started on our presentation.

"White and I decided that we will go more advanced then any of you did," Snape started off, making me roll my eyes, "We chose to make two potions, which most first-years wouldn't dream of making as successfully as we did.

"Our first potion is the 'Polyjuice potion."

A little murmur went around the classroom.

"As some of you might know," I began, "the Polyjuice Potion is a very complicated potion that allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else. While it can account for both age and gender, Polyjuice Potion cannot be used for a human to take an animal form or for a half-breed to assume human form.

"The effects of a single dose lasts for an hour. Polyjuice can be used by a person to transform into someone of the opposite gender. It also adapts to account for the age of the person being turned into, as well as any injuries they have acquired. When someone under the effect of the Polyjuice potion dies, they turn back into their original self. There are no known antidotes for this potion. It can be a dangerous potion if brewed wrong," I concluded.

"We will now show you what should happen if it is brewed correctly," Snape added.

I smirked, and took the large vial full of a mud-like liquid, and added Sirius' hair. The potion turned a bright orange colour, and I gulped it in one go.

Straight away, my insides started writhing as if I have eaten a dozen live snakes. I leaned my hands on the desk in front of me, and closed my eyes. Suddenly, a burning sensation spread rapidly form my stomach to the very ends of my fingers and toes, making me gasp. I could hear people around me whispering, and a few familiar voices asking if I was Ok, but I didn't listen. Just then, came a horrible melting feeling, as the skin all over my body seemed to bubble like hot wax. I opened my eyes as I felt my skin stretch as I grew, and I watched as my hair got shorter.

Finally, all the pain stopped and I looked around at the faces of my fellow students, who were open mouthed, taking in my new form.

I looked at Sirius, who was staring at me with raised eyebrows.

I winked at him and spoke (With my own voice), "As you can see, our potion was a successful one," Many students smirked when they heard 'Sirius' speak with a female voice, "The effects of the potion are immediate. One of the bad sides of the potion is the pain one has to endure while changing. At first, you feel as if you've swallowed a bunch of live snakes, making you feel as if you're about to get sick, then a terrible burning sensation fills your whole body, and finally, a horrible melting feeling spreads around your body, as it starts to bubble," I smiled at the few horrified faces, "But look on the bright side: I can now horribly humiliate Sirius in public without him even knowing. And how funny would it look when you see two Sirius' making their way to dinner?"

The majority of the class laughed, while others just smirked.

"Well done you two, that is one advanced potion," Slughorn congratulated.

"Oh, but we're not finished," Snape informed.

Slughorn motioned with his hand for us to continue.

"Our second potion," Snape began, "Is one that many older and more experienced wizards and witches have failed miserably to perform. It is one that I doubt any students below NEWT level, other then myself, would be able to brew it properly without any help. Our second potion is the Draught of Living Death."

Half of the class gasped, while others just looked confused.

"The draught of Living death," I started to explain, "is an extremely powerful sleeping draught, sending the drinker into a death-like slumber. It is a highly dangerous potion, and it is very difficult to state whether a person is under the effects of the potion, or if they're really dead.

"The Wiggenweld Potion…"

"Which I have also brewed," Snape interrupted, taking out a vial of a green liquid.

I raised my eyebrow at him. He never told me that.

"The Wiggenweld Potion," I continued, "is capable of reversing the effects of the Draught. The Hag Leticia Somnolens used the Draught in an attempt to kill a princess who made her jealous. A prince who placed Wiggenweld Potion on his lips revived the princess with a kiss."

"So, White, how about you take the potion, and we'll check if it has been performed correctly," Snape suggested.

I looked at the vial full of green liquid in Snape's hand, and then at the colourless one on the table.

After a moment of hesitation, I took the colourless one, and gulped it in one go.

Sirius POV

I watched as my best friend, fell to the floor. Her, My body, started changing, and she looked like herself again. If I didn't know that this was all a potion's doing, I would have believed her dead. But I couldn't help but worry. What if the potion wasn't correct, and it really killed her? And that if the Wiggensomething potion wasn't correct, and they didn't have an antidote, and she would stay this way forever?

Professor Slughorn walked over to Jamie, and checked her pulse, opened her eyelids, and checked for a beating heart. He too looked slightly worried, when he didn't find any sign of life. All up to the green potion now.

"Mr Snape, I really do hope the potion was brewed correctly, or there will be a lot of trouble if it turns out Ms White really is dead," He said, standing up.

"I assure you, it was brewed correctly," Snape convinced. He then turned to face the class, "Well then, any volunteers?"

"What do you mean volunteers?" Lily asked.

He smirked, and said, "The princess needs a prince to awaken her with a kiss, Lily."

The class fell silent.

So someone needs to kiss her to awaken her? Well I won't let any slimy git kiss her…

"I volunteer," I said, confidentially.

A few idiotic Slytherin boys wolf-whistled, but I just ignored them, as I got up and went over to my dead-like best friend.

"What do I do Snivellus?" I glared at the Slytherin as he handed me the vial with the antidote.

"Be nice, or I wont tell you, Black."

I glared at him, as he smirked.

"What do I do, Snape?" I spat.

"Put the Wiggenweld Potion on your lips, Black, it's not complicated."

I glared at him, and spread some of the disgusting potion on my lips, as I kneeled next to Jamie, who's eyes were still closed, and who was still pale as a ghost.

Without hesitation, I bent down, and kissed her on the lips.

Jamie POV

I was lying down on something cold... Weird…

Where was I? What happened?

It then all came back to me. Of Course! I took that bloody potion because I didn't want everyone to think I was a chicken.

"Wait… I'm awake, aren't I?" I thought, "of course I am!"

Wait… I'm awake! Bloody hell! I just realised! When Leticia Somnolens poisoned that princess, she had to be awakened with a kiss from the prince, who had the Wiggenweld on his lips…

I then realised that there was something soft was pressing down against my lips… OH MY GOD! SOMEONE WAS KISSING ME!

I still had my eyes closed, so I didn't know who it was.

Please don't be Snape! Please don't be Snape! Please don't be Snape!

I opened my eyes, to see shiny, black hair, covering my eyes. I moved a little, since I was in a very uncomfortable position, and the person kissing pulled away.

Sirius.

He smirked at me, and whispered, "Welcome back amongst the living, J."

I smiled, and pushed myself up.

Sirius stood, and extended this hand, which I gratefully took, and he helped me up.

"Thanks."

"I couldn't leave a damsel in distress," He said with a wink.

"Guess that makes you my prince charming," I replied, winking back.

"AMAZING!" Slughorn suddenly yelled, making me jump. I forgot that there were other people in the room, "Two first years have managed to create a successful Draught of Living Death! I cannot believe it! Most of my NEWT class cannot create it! You both deserve fifty points each for your houses. And of course, you've won the competition! Draught of Living Death! Amazing!"

He continued babbling for a few moments, while Snape and I gathered our things and went back to our places.

It was then that I noticed that I'm not Sirius anymore…

I smiled, and raised my hand.

Slughorn stopped babbling, and looked at me expectantly.

"Sir, I think we've found an antidote for Polyjuice Potion."

"That is true!" He exclaimed, "That will be another fifty points for you two! First years finding an antidote many experienced wizards spent their lives searching for! I will need to tell the headmaster!"

"Bloody Hell!" Sirius exclaimed once we were out of Potions, and heading for dinner, "Slughorn has just awarded you one hundred points in one lesson!"

"I know right! And I thought me and Evans would win!" James added.

"You are now the heroine of Gryffindor house!" Remus concluded.

Peter just nodded in agreement, staying silent as usual.

"It almost makes up for all the points the five of us have lost so far," I smirked.

They nodded in agreement.

"So how did you do it?" Remus asked, as we walked into the Entrance hall, and past the house point hourglasses, where Slytherin was in the lead with 224 points, with Gryffindor in close second, 222, followed by Ravenclaw, 153 and finishing with Hufflepuff, 118.

"Do what?"

"The potions, dumbass!" Remus exclaimed.

I punched him hard on the arm, and replied, "I didn't really do too much, Snape's uncle taught him a different way to do the potion, and it worked, I just did what he said."

"You trusted a Slytherin?" James hissed.

"Don't be angry, it was either that or do it all by myself, and I would have quite likely died in the process! You know how I am with potions! And it's not like we've become best friends!" I defended.

Sirius stopped James from saying anything, by throwing his arms around mine and James' shoulders.

"Come on, chillax dude, give the damsel a break!"

We raised our eyebrows at him.

"Chillax?" James chuckled.

"Damsel?" I laughed.

"What?" Sirius quizzed.

"Nothing, Prince charming," I joked, putting an arm around his waist.

So that was how our first month at Hogwarts went. We were causing mischief all around the castle at least five times per week, getting points deducted, earning them back in transfiguration and charms, where we excelled, and losing them again.

I was still paired up with Snape, but we lost all the civilness we gained during our project, since Snape was pretty enraged about me getting those points as well, since I barely did anything.

During our next potions lesson, professor Slughorn delighted the two of us, by handing us each felix felicis, also known as liquid luck, saying that this is what his NEWT students get, after successfully creating such an advanced potion as we did (I wrapped it up in a sock, and stuffed it into a pair of ballerina pumps my mum made me pack.

The next month looked similar, except now I had no need to be meeting with greasy Snape out of class, and now the Quidditch season has started.

The first match of the year was Gryffindor against Slytherin, like always apparently.

I was highly bored the Saturday morning of the game, since the boys all had a detention with Flitwick, because they've blown up their desks by saying the completely wrong spell. What Flitwick didn't know, was that I was the one who told them that the incantation for the releasing spell, which we were learning, was reducto instead of relashio. I knew what it really was, but I was curious of the outcomes.

So now the boys were in detention, and I was bored out of my mind. The outcome of my boredom was a ginormous banner (made from the same parchment as the one I made the 'Serious Sirius' banner from), in Gryffindor colours saying "Go Go Gryffindor!" and a roaring lion on the side (I'm a terrible artist, so I literally charmed the lion on) and a box full of 'Go Go Gryffindor' badges (I made one, and used the duplicating charm I've found a few days ago, around fifty times on it, and stuffed them all into a box on which I had the extension charm).

My four friends were out of their det in time for lunch, which is where we met.

I was giving out the badges to the whole Gryffindor table, when they strolled in, looking happier then a mad person. As they walked past me, Remus and Peter threw their arms around my shoulders, pulling me with them to sit down.

"What are you four so happy about?" I asked.

"Peeves just told us an interesting piece of information…" Remus started.

"Yep! Apparently Slughorn saw Malfoy and his stupid friends attack a second-year Gryffindor girl, who from far away looks quite a lot like you. She ended up with a broken nose, like you. Slughorn got so angry, that he removed Malfoy from the team, so now not only do they need a new beater, but he also removed those hundred points Snape earned them!" James informed.

I cheered along with some other Gryffindors who heard this. Not only did the Slytherins loose one of their best players a few hours before their first game of the year, but now, Gryffindor was far ahead of everyone else in the competition for the house cup!

"Go! Go! Gryffindor! Go! Go! Gryffindor! Go! Go! Gryffindor!"

All of the Gryffindor stands, most of Hufflepuff and around half of Ravenclaw were chanting the chant that came along with my badges. My amazing banner was floating above the Gryffindor stands, and I made it dodge every time a bludger or a player was coming at it, so it didn't get in the way of the game.

So far, it's been ten minutes into the game, and no one has scored.

The Gryffindor team was made up of four seventh years: Kieran Jones, and Hannah Gomez, as two chasers, and Sam McDonald, the Capitan and Henry Gray, beaters. Sirius, James, Remus and I wish to take their places next year, when they leave, while Peter wants to become the commentator.

The other team members are Alfonso Young, a fourth year as the other chaser, fifth year Harry Tone as keeper, and Margaret McGonagall (second year), Professor McGonagall's niece as seeker. They also have second year Francis Grove as a reserve for each position.

The Slytherin team consisted of some old, well built gits. I didn't even bother to listen in as the commentator, Gregory Torres, a Hufflepuff from seventh year, said their names, I was too busy booing them along with the rest of my house.

Our team at the moment wasn't too bad, but it could be improved. The two older chasers didn't communicate with the younger one as much as they do with each other, and don't pass to him as much either, leaving him out. The keeper was pretty good, I have to say. The beaters didn't seem to get along with each other very well, but still played quite professionally. I still haven't seen the seeker in action, so I have no idea if she's any good.

About half an hour later, the score was twenty - ten to Gryffindor, both goals were scored by Alfonso, who seemed to be the best of the three chasers, yet still, the two older ones barely passed to him. The Slytherins scored after Henry Gray fouled them by hitting their chaser on the head with a bat.

About ten minutes later, the whole school held their breaths as the seekers dove down after a little gold ball which was flying about a meter above the ground in the middle of the pitch.

As they got closer, coming from opposite ends of the field, it shot up as did the seekers, narrowly missing each other. The other players also stopped to watch the seekers in action.

The snitch suddenly took a sharp right, and flew right into the Gryffindor seeker, who caught it!

"Margaret McGonagall catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Torres' yell echoed through the stadium, amongst the Gryffindor supporters' cheers.

"Party in the common room?" Sirius yelled into my ear.

I nodded, and passed it on to the rest of the marauders.

We ran out of the stands before anyone else, and took a few shortcuts into the kitchens.

Straight away, Dixy along with some other house-elves came to meet us.

"Jamie! Sirius, James, Peter, Remus!" Dixy exclaimed in greeting, "Dixy is so pleased to see you again! What can Dixy get you?"

"Well, Gryffindor just won their first Quidditch match, and we're planning on throwing a party," I informed, "So we came for some snacks and drinks!"

Before I even finished the sentence, about ten house-elves were carrying massive trays full of sandwiches, sweets, crisps, and many other things, including drinks.

"Should we bring them to the Gryffindor common room?" One asked.

"If you could, sir," I answered.

He smiled, and the house-elves apparated away.

I raised an eyebrow, and looked at Dixy, "I didn't know house-elves could apparate around Hogwarts."

"Oh! But we can! We're house-elves!" She squeaked, in a matter of fact voice.

I smiled at her, "Thanks a lot Dixy, we better get going."

"Of course! Good Bye!"

"See ya Dixy!" The five of us chorused, left the kitchen, and ran to our common room.