Twelve Days with the Marauders

I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in so long. I'm a terrible author! I know! I'm terrrrible!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Day Six

Sirius Black wanted revenge. He was seriously pissed. His hair had been left smelling like some sort of horrid perfume for…actually, it still smelt like perfume now. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now. Then, an idea struck him and he bolted upright from where he was lying, planning his revenge, on his bed.

This was going to be interesting.

Sirius took a deep breath.

"Prongs, old matey!"

"Hey, Pads." Sirius looked around. It was there, so close, yet so far away. He needed a distraction.

Do you know where Pete is?" James frowned. He didn't.

"Maybe he's sick."

"I don't think so, Prongs."

"Maybe he's-OI! Sirius! Give that back NOW!" Sirius had grabbed the thing that James so treasured: his broomstick.

"Come back! Oh, dang. Padfoot!" James scrambled off his bed.

"This isn't funny, Pad- OH MERLIN'S TOILET!" Sirius had done the unthinkable; he had grabbed James' wand too and was running off with it and the broom!

"What on earth has gotten into him?" James wondered as he set off after Sirius.

A few metres ahead, Sirius heard his words and murmured, "Nothing, Prongsie, only thoughts of revenge."

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James skittered out of the Common Room and banked right sharply. He then ran down two flights of stairs, dodging frightened first years and leaping over dropped school bags, and turned right again. Following the patter of Sirius' feet, he turned left and…sank. He had run into a pool of mud. James growled as Sirius, who had leaped and grabbed the overhanging lamp, landed on the other side. James waded to him and was about to haul himself up when Sirius again jumped, gripped the lamp tightly, and set off in the direction they had come from. James groaned, got up to the edge of the pool and jumped for the lamp.

There was a horrible squelching sound and a very colourful curse as James missed.

When he had finally gotten out of that horror, he turned the corner and Sirius was waiting. James ran at him. Sirius ran through a crowd of girls, who all turned to smile at him, and turned. Giving an award-winning smile, Sirius watched as the girls fainted and James tripped over them. Bad luck, Jamesie. James got up and screamed a war cry (but it sounded more like the time when the Giant Squid had thrown him into one Severus Snape) and charged madly at Sirius. Sirius grinned and ran to a pool of snitches in salt water and ran across, on the stepping stones that were half green and half red, divided vertically. Hah, James thought, he thinks I'll charge straight into it. Well, I won't.

Sirius ran nimbly across, watching carefully for the stones that had the red on the left and green on the right. He turned to watch James. Predictably, he stepped on a green-on-left-and-red-on-right stone. A well-placed bucket tipped and poured pumpkin juice onto him. James gasped in surprise, then stepped on another. That's what you get for my poor shampoo, Sirius thought with glee as a bucketful of potato mush was dumped onto James. James shrieked angrily.

"What the heck, Padfoot! You steal my prized possessions and then dump unwanted items onto me! Wha-grglagralg." James had just been dumped with peas. He hated them.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Eat your greens, naughty boy." Sirius added as James spat the peas out. James scowled and managed to get back on "shore". Now, this time I watch him carefully, thought James as Sirius ran off.

Sirius turned his head around to check if James was still following him. Yep, Prongsie wouldn't give up his wand or broom. Not surprising, since it was Prongs they were dealing with. He leaped agilely over the special tile, trying not to look suspicious, and then bolted for the "sleek, silkiness" of his hair. Not a moment too soon. James stepped onto the tile and a whole trough of slime descended onto the boy, narrowly missing Sirius, but splattering his robes. A quick cleaning charm with James' wand fixed that. Grinning at the yelling and swearing behind him, Sirius scampered down the corridor and out of Hogwarts to finish the deed.

James tried to wipe the slime off him. It didn't work. Sighing, he jogged after Sirius, and was surprised to see him running out of Hogwarts. Shrugging, he followed Sirius onto the cobblestones , across the Quidditch Pitch and to the lake.

Then his jaw dropped.

There, in the exact middle of the lake, was his broom and wand floating on a huge piece of bark. James sighed, took off his clothes, and dove in. He was immediately flung back out. The Giant Squid appeared and waved its tentacles in what it thought was a threatening manner (but it could also be mistaken for the boogie). James groaned. Padfoot was so dead.

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In the Common Room, a

…and that particular goblin revolution ended. There was a break of seven years, then another revolution began, in 1467.

Remus sighed, and put his quill down. History of Magic finished. Now-

"Moony! How are you?" Remus eyed Sirius warily. It wasn't like Sirius to just appear randomly out of nowhere and ask how your life is going, especially when he has only asked that question a grand total of once in his life, excluding today.

"…Errr, I'm busy, go talk to Pete?" It was more of a question that a statement.

"Nananananana no!"

"Insufferable as always. Now where's James?"

"I don't- oh, hi." James had just walked in, still covered in mud, salt water, pumpkin juice, potato mush, peas, slime and lake water. He looked very angry.

"Sorry, Remmie, gotta dash!" Sirius flashed a grin (several girls in the corner fainted) and ran out, with James hot on his heels, snorting like an angry bull.

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When Sirius returned, nonchalantly (Suspiciously, though Remus) whistling and looking unusually cheerful for one who has just been chased by an extremely annoyed Quidditch player trying to kill you with a sword stolen from one of the various suits of armour in Hogwarts, Remus sighed, looked up and asked, simply,

"Where's James?"

"Oh, him."

"Yes, him."

"Come look with me!" Sirius dragged Remus to the nearest window. He pointed. James was hanging onto a log for dear life as the Giant Squid splashed him and made waves. It was making an odd cooing sound. Remus rather thought it was playing with James the way girls play with Barbies. Of course, no clothes were being taken off anything. Hmm. The Giant Squid seemed to have a fetish with Barbies…

"It looks like its having fun." Remus stared incredulously at Sirius. Sirius misinterpreted the stare.

"What? So what if I bribed it with a hundred and two Barbies?"