Accidents Happen C20:

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the support that you've given, it's been so uplifting to see all your reviews and PMs I've been getting! So I figured I should respond to your reviews:

Ichigo-lover-1412:

Thank you sooooo much for your reviews! They're so uplifting and I can feel your enthusiasm and it's just nuts! I want to get Sirius into the story but I want Charlie to just be a bit older so he can feel his betrayal more, I think it'd be a lot harder on him the older he is and who doesn't love angst, eh? I think that it will be HHr, I think it's be amusing to say the least for the staff to see it happening all over again - I know I would!

Potterhead21:

Thanks so much, it's really cool to see your amusement! I find it so annoying that there are so few Marauder!Harry s that I wrote one myself! Any suggestions for pranks would be welcome - I know I have a few up my sleeve!

Daughter Of The Full Moon:

You have been absolutely inspiring and just amazing! I think actually you were the person who reallt opened up writing for me! Your stories have always conveyed such emotion that I don't think I'd write the same way I do without your lead! I am proud to say that you've agreed to beta me - when your laptop is fixed! Sorry I just wanted to put that out there...

I dedicate this chappie to you!

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Charlie's POV, In the dormitory:

'My dear Marauders in training, I feel the need for a prank.' I said to Fred and George as we sat on our four poster beds, chocolates on our laps. The twins grinned evilly to match me and then after pulling identical faces of spontaneous realisation leant forward and said,

'My dear Marauder, I believe we do-'

'And as ever-'

'Our target shall be-'

'SNAPE!' we all said together.

'We really should call him Snivellus. ' I mused.

'Snivellus?'

'That's new-'

' It's not actually, it's what my dad and his mates used to call him-'

'You mean he was always the slime ball he is now?' they said in astonishment.

'I thought this was a recent adjustment-'

'Can you imagine the hair? Ergh!' I shuddered.

'I know- so what shall we do?' Fred said, looking at George and me.

'What about we dye his hair blue?'

'And cut it?'

'And clean it?' we laughed at the preposterous idea: a clean Snape!

'Or maybe a- replacement Snape could visit?' I wiggled my eyebrows and gave the twins a mischievous look.

'You mean-'

'He does-'

'Don't you?'

'I believe that Snape's twin is going to show-'

'Can you do that?' Fred asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

'What do you mean 'can I do that' ?' I laughed.

'Get Snape's twin? We don't even know if he has a twin!' George and I burst into laughter so great that I was gasping for breath, how could Fred not get what I meant?! Haha!

'WHAT?!' he said confused.

'I can become 'Snape's twin' ! I'm a metamorphagus!' I gasped through my laughter.

'Oh! Oh right! I getcha now!' Fred face palmed himself as George chucked over a pillow at his head, knocking him back onto his bed. I knew what I had to do!

'PILLOW FIGHT!' I jumped to and ran over to Fred's bed, fat pillow in hand, I slammed into Fred and we toppled onto the bed, George promptly leapt on us and we turned into a brawling bundle. If we were a cartoon, I have no doubt we would have been a large dust cloud with the occasional limb flinging out. We fought for a good ten minutes before we were interrupted.

'Mr.s Weasley and Lupin! What are you doing?' came a voice from the door, I turned around and saw McGonagall standing there, arms crossed and her lips tight. I spat out feathers from my mouth.

'We were-'

'Er-'

'Doing-'

'OUR HOMEWORK!' I cried out, at a loss of what to say.

'Your homework? But Mr. Lupin, it is the first school night you don't have homework!' she said sternly.

'Yes, we were doing a study on- on the hit-itude of pillows!' I finished proudly.

'And pray Mr. Lupin, what have you discovered?'

'Always use a silencing charm before engaging in an experiment!' I said simply, pulling a feather from my messy hair. McGonagall's lips grew even tighter before the corner of her lip twitched momentarily, but in that moment I knew that I had just got out of trouble.

'Well, you must inform me of the outcome tomorrow Mr. Lupin! And you too Mr.s Weasley!' she smirked, well when I say smirk, I mean something that could resemble a smirk.

'YES MA'AM!' we cried, saluting and snapping our legs together in a soldier like fashion.

'Oh, you'll turn the rest of my hairs grey before the year is out Mr. Lupin! And to think I worried about the twins!' she threw her hands in the air, swivelled and left the room.

'Well my fellow Marauders, I do believe we should resume our 'experiment'!'

'Why Charlie, I do believe we should!'

'Last one out the dorm is a Slytherin!' Fred cried.

'Out the dorm?' George asked.

'Yeah and to a certain professor's office!'

'SNAPE!' we all shouted before running out the room, armed with our mauled pillows and ran all the way to the dungeons. We ran down the stone steps, jumped into alcoves to avoid Filch and every so often created a few bangs with our wand-start-bangs from Zonko's. When we reached the gloomy dungeons, we peered around the corner and saw a greasy, terrifying git: Snape. We sneaked back around the corner and looked at eachother.

'What should we do?'

'We could chuck out some dung bombs and leg it?'

'Or, we could release some wet-start fireworks?'

'Or, we could simply strip, hide our faces and run past in our underwear with protection charms on us?' I said slyly, the twins gave me appraising looks and then with one nod, started taking off their pyjamas, leaving them standing in their underwear, I pulled off my clothes, careful to edit away any scars there that looked unnatural, I pulled out my wand and started doing the necessary spells.

'Ok, Protego totalum, disslusium, Slavio hexia!' I chanted, slowly the twins' heads disappeared leaving only their bodies to be seen.

'Ready?' Fred whispered.

'Ready!' George and I nodded.

'3-2-1! RUN!' we sprinted down the corridor, releasing ignited indoor fireworks as we ran.

'COME BACK HERE NOW!' Snape cried in fury.

'LOVE YOU SNAPEY!' I shouted as I ran past him, sending conjured love hearts into the air, almost a second later George ran past and shouted 'SNAPE IS MY LIFE!' I then ran back and , a sufficient distance away from the possibility of throttling, got down on one knee and said very sincerely,

'Snape, we've known each other for like no time at all in Merlin's scheme of things, but I love you- will you marry me?' I made invisible puppy dog eyes at him, they seemed to work even when invisible as Snivellus' face softened.

'Are you serious?' Snape said slightly taken aback by this unusual strain of taunting, then he resumed his usual cold, greasy appearance, his eyes grew hard and piercing almost like they were trying to break my spells, as if! Dad had been trying for months to break mine before but to no avail.

'No, he's in Azkaban at the moment! And I take that's a no, then?' I said wittily- well as much as you can with that pun- before conjuring more love hearts, bowing and running off, Snape raised his wand and sent red sparks into the air from his utter fury.

'How very Gryffindor of you sir!' I chimed.

'DETENTION AND TWO HUNDRED POINTS OFF- OFF- OFF WHATEVER HOUSE YOU'RE IN!' he screamed, his cheeks were flushed and he had a familiar throbbing vein on his forehead.

'Slytherin!' we called back to him before running back up the stairs and to the dorm. After a few minutes or sos running, we stopped and tried to catch our breath.

'Well done boys,' George wheezed.

'Successful Snape-ing there!' Fred gasped.

'A feat worthy of a Marauder!' I finished doubled up trying to catch my breath after running up ten flights of stairs and twelve corridors, I held my hand up and in response got two high fives.

'I solemnly swear-' I started.

'That I-' Fred continued.

'Am up to-' George carried on.

'No good!' we said together before having one last high five, cancelled the charms and walked practically naked to the dorm.

'If only McGonagall could see us now!'

About that... We spoke too soon.

'LUPIN! WEASLEYS!' Oh schnap. We turned slowly around to face a furious Scotsman, her lips were so thin they almost had disappeared, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was unnaturally ruffled from her usual tight bun.

'Yes ma'am?'

'Where are your brains? Did you leave them at home this year? And why did I find your PYJAMAS in the DUNGEONS?' she fumed as she pulled three sets of pyjamas from behind her back.

'We have-' Fred stuttered leaving George to fill in the next sentence.

'Absolutely-'

'No idea!' I finished.

'Fred, do you know why?'

'No idea Charlie, George, do you?'

'Nope, Charlie?'

'None what so ever, perhaps one of the house elves took them?' I shrugged as I watched the twins try to stifle their amusement. McGonagall however wasn't amused.

'Lupin and Weasleys, if I catch you out of bed again-'

'But-'

'It was our-'

'Or YOUR PYJAMAS, you will find yourself in detention faster than you can say Quidditch,'

'Quidditch,' I stage whispered to the twins who let out a small giggle- thing were always funnier when you weren't supposed to laugh. McGonagall paused to keep her cool, took a deep breath and then,

'I also bumped into Professor Snape, who somehow was accosted by three half naked boys, care to explain?'

'House elves-'

'They're nasty-

'Little blighters,'

'Well unless you can prove otherwise, detention tomorrow at six in- ooh let's say, Professor Snape's office?' McGonagall said with fake pleasure.

'Ah Professor!' we said unanimously, detention on the second night?! And we thought we were in the clear!

'Yes, professor! If I hear anymore tonight, it'll be a weeks worth, got it?'

'Yes Professor McGonagall, sorry Professor McGonagall,' we droned, she nodded curtly and swept out the room.

We all looked at each other with serious faces but slowly the corners of our mouths twitched and turned upwards, George let out a small laugh which set Fred off, which set me off and soon we were crying with laughter.

'That-'

' WAS-'

'HILARIOUS!'

'We should do that again this week!' I laughed.

'Tomorrow?' Fred said, one eyebrow raised into a comical position.

'You're on,'

I sat on top of my covers on my bed, there was a very fiddle-able piece of loose cotton right in front if me just next to my hand, I twirled it around my finger before pulling it off the cover and flicking it on to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw George reach into his open trunk and pull out a package wrapped in brown parcel paper tied with string, he undid the wrapping and revealed a old battered tin, a very familiar tin, one which we spent most of the time raiding for items used strictly for our area of expertise: pranking.

'Tis the Black Box!' George sang as he lifted the box into the air and levitated it to the middle of the room where it stayed as we praised, uming as we went. Originally it had been called 'The Bible' but dad said some muggle-borns may find it offensive and bet to stay clear of religion. I pulled out the journal from inside and traced the gold lettering embossed on the red leather.

The Marauder's manual

Date : 2nd September

Marauders: Charlie Lupin, Fred and George Weasley

Prank: Ran past Snape almost naked and declared our love...

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