Hope you like this chapter! This is the Marauders, in their first year. They don't know Remmy Dear's secret yet, and Peter is GOOD. You can also check out my Hunger Games story, The 69th Games. Thanks for looking here, I really appreciate it! Reviews are welcomed and craved for dearly :)

The three boys were crouched together under the light of a single glowing torch. The shortest one was fidgeting, on the account that they had eaten scones for dessert, and although he loved scones, the crumbs somehow always got stuck in his shirt collar.

"Pete! Stop moving so much!" James Potter was sitting as though a squashed cat might, slightly askew and flat in all of his pureblooded glory. Except for the hair, which was certainly not flat. It was somehow sticking up at a straight 90 degree angle. Peter wondered how that was possible.

"Sorry," Peter whispered. Sirius, who was in front of them, hissed, "Hey, guys, look, and shut your pieholes!"

He pointed a pale finger in the direction of their dormitory room. James and Peter 'shut their pieholes' dutifully and looked to where Sirius was pointing. And leaving the room was one dorm-mate and resident Gryffindor bookworm (though that mean redheaded girl, Lily Evans- she gave that other boy a run for his Galleons), Remus Lupin, ever-so silently creeping out of the dorm.

Sirius hissed, "Where is he going?" as Lupin walked across the Common Room and out of the Fat Lady portrait.

"I dunno. What d'ya say we follow him?" James shrugged. Sirius nodded. "Of course. What else would we do?" He took off across the Common Room, right over a pair of seventh year's Wizard's Chessboard. James took off after him. With a sigh, Peter followed the two other boys.

They followed Lupin through the castle and in front of the Great Hall. The, Lupin paused and breathed in heavily, like he was smelling something. Then he turned around. Luckily, James was behind a suit of armor, and Sirius and Peter had squished themselves behind a statue of Gerald the Greasy.

Lupin turned around and kept walking. Peter and Sirius peeled themselves away from each other and stumbled from the statue of Gerald the Greasy. James stepped out from his suit of armor easily with a smug smile.

"Well, that was easy! He didn't even notice us."

Peter grimaced. "Sirius, remind me to never hide behind a statue with you again. Your elbows are bony."

Sirius grinned. "Ah well, let's go on." He hurried after Lupin and James and Peter followed. After a bit of walking, hiding-behind-tapestries, and hopping-into-empty-classrooms, they found themselves behind a unicorn tapestry near a large painting of fruit. Lupin stepped up to the painting and did something Peter never would have expected...he tickled the green pear. It made a soft laughing noise and swung open.

Peter couldn't see from his angle, but from the noise Sirius was making, it was good. They scrambled out from the tapestry and hurried after Lupin into the fruit bowl painting.

What happened next almost made Peter faint.

There were dozens of house-elves (he hadn't ever seen one before, but his older sister had showed him pictures), and they were scrambling around like worker bees in a hive. As soon as they saw the three boys, the house-elves rushed towards them in a mad wave of batlike, tiny things. Peter found it a bit creepy.

"Can Buggy get you anything, Mr. Pettigrew? Mr. Black, Mr. Potter? Treacle tart? Hot chocolate? Anything, just ask!" The elf seemed overjoyed at the prospect of giving students food. Peter could almost hear Sirius's excitement.

"Ah, a plate of brownies, please. Thanks, Buggy," James said. The house-elf nodded vigorously and a few others appeared with a huge plate loaded with chocolate brownies. Peter grabbed one and bit it. Sirius mumbled through the delicious food, "Thish ish really good!"

"So, gluttony is your solution to the wild goose chase?" A quiet voice came from behind them. As the sea of house-elves dispersed, Peter saw Lupin smirking at them. Peter had forgotten all about him in the house-elf stampede and the delicious brownies on the plate. James looked mildly embarrassed. His black hair was marginally flatter, and his face was red and stuffed with brownies. Sirius was holding a brownie in each hand awkwardly.

Peter wondered how Lupin had known they were there. Probably he'd heard them; the three boys hadn't been exactly the definition of quiet.

Lupin was sitting at a large wooden table, much like the ones in the Great Hall. He patted the seats next to him. "Well, are you going to sit?"

They didn't need to be asked. This was way better than stealing Lupin's chocolate. The kitchen was good enough for Peter.