Twelve Days with the Marauders

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I plan to plagiarise.

Day Four

"Alright, now we will attempt to create Veritaserum. Can anyone tell me what it does? Yes, Miss Hart?"

"Veritaserum is a potion that-" James zoned out. Potions were always boring. Nothing to do.

"Alright, people, let's get started." James sighed, and stood up. Remus was carrying things that looked like peas, carrot pieces and potatoes. Potion ingredients that looked like food? Huh. James went to get his share. On closer inspection to the "ingredients", they actually were, real food! James' jaw dropped, then he had an idea. Grinning, he chose his food.

Some distance from where James was, Remus Lupin was mashing his potatoes. He knew what he wanted, Shepherd's Pie! Ahh. The very thought made his tastebuds tingle. Right next to him, was Sirius Black, who was attempting to make onion soup. James' mother was really good at it and Sirius wanted a try. He was also very proud of himself for switching the potion ingredients with genuine food. James had now returned to his table, and was making a "salad tower". Sirius' onion soup had now turned the colour of Slughorn's face, if he had been forced to run around the Quidditch Pitch three Marauders pitied Peter, who was probably getting a painful death predicted by Professor Snarty, or trying to get his tea leaves to spell his fortune. The other people in Slughorn's class were making food too, even Lily Evans. When she produced stir fry, Remus thought Sirius would die of dehydration; so much drool was coming out of his mouth. Not that it wasn't something to hope for.

All of a sudden, a waterfall of fruit fell onto Remus and Sirius. James' salad tower had crashed. Sirius took it as a challenge. Red globs of gooey liquid fell onto James. He chucked a handful of carrots. Sirius managed to dodge the carrots, but was hit from behind by potato peels. Remus. The boys, and gradually the whole class, began to throw food at each other. Remus wondered why Lily hadn't intervened, then saw her finishing her stir fry, safe in a bubble-shaped shield. As Remus watched, she stood up. Then, to his amazement, she vanished the bubble and summoned some food. And. Began. Throwing. It. Remus' jaw dropped.

He was then avalanched by potato mash.

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The Marauders, minus Peter, were walking down the corridor. Just as they reached the library, Remus groaned.

"I have to finish that essay for McGonagall!" He vanished into the library. Then, Peter came up from behind Sirius and lopped a sack over his head.

"That sack trick is really getting old now." came Sirius' muffled voice. James sighed. He mouthed "the closet" to Peter.

"Another clos-maaah!" James had pressed his hand over what he assumed to be Sirius' mouth.

"Dude, that's my bum."

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Peter sighed. Getting Sirius into a closet was very difficult. Especially if it was a closet filled with chocolate. He wondered what would happen once Sirius got out. He shrugged, and, returning to the current conversation (and his lunch), listened.

"-I mean, it's not like him."

"Oh, don't worry your little werewolf head about Padfoot. He'll be ok. He's a dog, remember?" Remus pursed his lips.

"Still, we should look-"

"No we shouldn't. Remember last time Sirius pulled it on us?" Remus gave a small "humph". The "it" meant the time Sirius had pretended to be missing. Being Sirius, it was not just that…

"Look! Dog paw prints!"

"Are they Pads'?"

"How would I tell? They all look the same."

"I guess there should only be one dog in the whole school." James, Remus and Peter ran, following the tracks. They reached a river, waded over and followed the wet marks. Finally, they came to a clearing. There, in the middle, dancing to music on a wizarding radio, drinking from various bottles, with cake and things laid out and blowing a trumpet, was Sirius Orion Black.

Sirius saw them and laughed evilly. He then pulled a rope and sludge fell all over them. He then asked, innocently, "Did you have a mud fight?"

Peter shook his head. Sirius had been, no, he still was impossible. He could drive the sanest person mad in the space of half a day. He made you worry. He made you panic. One never knew what to do with Sirius. Option A, Option B, or nothing at all? He was one extreme mood swing-y person.

Next, Sirius get out of the closet. Hmm. Should be interesting…

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