Hi Readers! Thank you for all favourites, follows and of course, reviews! Apologies for such irregular updating. I hope to finish this story as soon as possible. Thank you.

By the way, Sirius is not the rightful owner of the Elder wand! Dumbledore let him take it which makes me think that he still remains the true master of it.

I do not own Harry Potter

"Marauders!" Sirius announced one day in mid-February, ""It has been five entire days since our last prank!"

"What!" I gasped in horror, pretending to faint in shock.

"It has indeed", Sirius confirmed gravely.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," James said, abandoning his Quidditch magazine. "Any ideas?"

We all turned to face Moony.

"Don't look at me, for once in my life, I am out of plans", he shrugged.

"Well, we could," Peter began, "nah, it won't work."

"No, go on Pete", I prompted.

"No, you don't understand, it really won't work! It involves a ridiculous charm that there is no way in Merlin that we could learn."

Our interest heightened, this was incredible, that was possibly Peter's longest sentence ever. Peter was the quietest Marauder.

"Please, Peter, don't insult our intelligence. Now, what is your plan exactly?" James commanded.

"Well", Peter began, clearly intimidated by our attention to him. Peter was normally just there, in the background, hanging off us. He wasn't especially handsome, funny or intelligent and was easily forgotten, so I didn't blame him for his nerves. He made a funny choked cough sound and continued.

"I was studying charms the other day, and I found a sticking charm with a timer on it. So, I thought that we could jinx the Slytherin and maybe the staff table with it." Peter explained. "The charm is complex, it's not studied until fourth year."

"We'll manage", Sirius said confidently, "now where's the book?"

Peter scrambled to his feet and hastened to do as Sirius had demanded. He came back several minutes later, red-faced and gasping for breath.

"Page 418", he gasped.

I took the book and flicked through the pages until I found what we were looking for.

"This is brilliant, Peter! To make sure that it works, we'll need to ensure that none of the teachers have their wands on them or they'll be able to undo the effects. The counter charm is far too difficult for any students, even us", Remus analysed.

"The incantation is tempus tenaci, and with luck, it will last for two hours." James added.

"The only problem is getting the Professor's wands", Remus pointed out, "how in the name of Merlin are we to get Dumbledore's wand?"

"The invisibility cloak", James said, and he grinned.

"Sirius, move over, you're taking up all the space!" I hissed to the tall boy who was stooped over. Honestly, Sirius, who was already a bean-pole was after hitting a growth spurt and now towered over me, a full head and shoulders taller. We were moving at snail-pace so that our toes wouldn't peek from under the cloak.

"Right, so what wands do we have so far?" I asked.

"All but Dumbledore", Sirius whispered, cheerfully twirling the wands in his hand. I stifled a giggle.

"What's the password for the gargoyle?" Sirius asked.

"Sirius, weren't you listening at all? We've to wait until Dumbledore leaves his office and then we'll summon his wand. Hopefully he won't notice, but even if he does we can run for it!" I explained.

"It's not going to work!" Sirius sang.

"Shhh, I think he's coming", I whispered, elbowing him in the ribs. Sirius playfully shoved me back.

But it wasn't Dumbledore. We waited for two hours and it was nearing the end of our watch when Sirius stamped on my toe, snapping me out of my dream-like state.

"It's him", he said so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "Accio Dumbledore's wand."

Much to our astonishment, the wand swiftly flew out of Dumbledore's billowing robes and straight into Sirius' grateful hands. Dumbledore kept on walking, humming tunelessly to himself although I was positive that he inclined his head slightly in our direction and gave an almost unnoticeable wink, although it may have simply been a trick of the light. I let out a low, quiet whistle. Not many second years could have pulled that one off.

Sirius was twirling the wand in his hands. It was made out of almost black wood and seemed to be radiating power.

"Think of the magic that he performed with this, think of the battle of Grindelwald, when Dumbledore duelled Voldie", Sirius said, in awe.

"I know. It feels a bit wrong to have it though. We'll give it back afterwards, so it isn't like we're stealing it, we're just … borrowing it without asking." I pondered aloud.

Sirius hid a smirk.