I don't know if this is actually funny. My sense of humour is quite different to most of my friends. Are the chapters too long, too vague? Please let me know.

And can you work out who the title is referring too. Each of the main characters are part of the title.

Apart from Peter who deserves to be boiled alive in mouldy cheese for betraying Lily and James.

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I'd managed to keep Lily away from Potter for most of the rest of the journey to Hogwarts.( There had been one rather nasty incident where he had made her trunk fall of the rack and all her underwear fell out. I wonder if Remus had managed to get all the tentacles of Potter's face yet? I sincerely hope not but I guess a curse isn't what it used to be.) They had run out pretty sharpish after the whole knee and book box incident. (Can you call something that painful an incident? Okay maybe catastrophe is a better way of putting it.) Gone to lick their wounds in their own compartment. I could just imagine what the other Marauders would say.

Peter would puff and pant and generally look outraged at it all.

Remus, on the other hand, would raise a sceptical eyebrow and remark that they deserved it.

Black and Potter would then attempt not to speak to them but would crack and start discussing their annual fireworks display. This had started way back in 1st year at the opening feast when Potter had been showing Black his mega sized, un-emptiable, really expensive box of Dr Fillibuster's no heat, wet start fireworks (they've been around forever) and a Slytherin (in the hopes of getting a poor ickle firsty in trouble on their very first night) had ignited it with a jinx from the other end of the hall. However his plan had sort of back fired when the most spectacular fireworks display in the history (and I mean history) of Hogwarts had been produced. Instead of, as hoped, Dumbledore putting them in detention he had awarded them 50 points apiece and made it an annual tradition.

They've done it every year since.

The food, as always, was delicious, the fireworks, as always, were spectacular (finally forming in a giant H entwined with all the houses animals and the motto, 'Never tickle A Sleeping Dragon' twisting underneath), and Dumbledore's speech short and to the point.

"Tuck in."

Feeling pleasantly stuffed I watched Hagrid become slowly redder and redder. Then Dumbledore stood up again and the general hubbub subsided.

The usual really...

"First year's please note that the forbidden forest is out of bounds. Some of our older students would do well to remember this too." He waved at the Marauders who grinned and took a bow.

"Mister Filch would like me to remind you no magic is to be used in the corridors. I think that's all, ah yes."

"Welcome Back."

I grinned and joined in the applause before standing up and joining Jazz and Max to walk back to the common room.

'Thestrals'

I clambered inside the portrait hole and at the sight of the Marauders playing exploding snap by the fire began climbing the staircase to the girl's dorm.

My bed was by the window. Like numbers on a clock face the bed's were arranged in a circle. Jazz and Max were engaged in a loud and potentially dangerous pillow fight (they kept accidentally throwing pillows at each other and missing but hitting each other's wands which erupted in purple flames. Lily had to keep shooting jets of water at the flaming patches from behind her book.)

Alice was setting out all her photo's of Frank on her bed side cabinet. Lizzie had her guitar out and was tuning it while humming the latest hit by Blood Breathing Bat - she is their biggest fan ever.

If you're not particularly interested in hearing about the girls click onto the next chapter now.

Otherwise KEEP READING!

Okay, well you already know about me and Lily so I'll start with Alice.

Alice is a round faced pure blood with long floaty blond hair and a wide smile. She is currently dating a Mr Frank Longbottom, who is totally infatuated with her, as she has done for the last 3 years now.

Everyone's betting on how long it is before they get married. I've got 20 galleons on less than 2 years.

She's this incredible person, amazing at herbology and has every intention of doing the same as most of us Gryffindor 7th years which is joining the Order of the Phoenix as soon as we leave school. She's one of those rare and special people who could see good in everyone, long after many people (including me I'm sorry to say) have resigned them to the social scrap heap.

Lizzie is this timid little mouse with shoulder length chestnut curls and big blue eyes. If she had her way she would happily go through life completely invisible. She is really smart (not Lily smart but still way above average) but she had 2 specialities.

1. The ability to be invisible.

Not really invisible of course, amazing as that would be, but she can blend into whatever surroundings she wants to without being seen. She learns a lot of interesting things that way. And…

2. Music.

You know how I said she was quiet and shy. Well hand her a guitar and all that falls away. She sings like an angel and has played guitar since she was old enough to hold one. Her first words at the age of 18 months had been 'pway musie' and she hadn't seen fit to change her priorities since.

Max, on the other hand, is a complete opposite. Best friends with Jazz, she has to be the centre of attention. She has hazel eyes and brown hair with sun blond streaks which is always in hundreds of tiny braids held back with a bright scarlet bandanna. She doesn't give a damn about how she dresses and is a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team. She always said that the only reason she ever made the team was thanks to the Slytherins. Way back in 3rd year a Slytherin had been tormenting a defenceless little 1st year Hufflepuff after beating them at a game. Max had snatched Black's beaters bat (he had made the team the year before) and hit a bludger at him so hard she'd smashed in his face and the Matron had had to turn his skull inside out to hammer out all the dents. Minnie had put her in detention for a month and had signed her up for quidditch practise 3 times a week.

We've not lost a match since.

She was a half blood but her witch mother had died in an Order mission a few years back. Now she lived with her dad and his new wife. She had two older brothers, Nick and Jeff who had already left Hogwarts and were in the order but she now also had 3 younger steps – Ariel, Krystal and Zach. Her half brother was born this summer, P.J. who is the cutest baby ever. So you can see she comes from a massive family. I think she comes back to Hogwarts for a rest.

Jazz is the youngest of 3 sisters, Amber and Gina who have also left Hogwarts. Beautiful, pure blood, Indian and can break a breezeblock with her forehead. Don't be fooled by her slim figure and dreamy eyes. She can kick box like nobody's business. Her family owns an ice cream parlour and bakery in Diagon Alley so she always is being sent hundreds of food parcels; her mum is an incredible cook. She tends to wear short skirts and about a gazillion bangles which clink and jangle every time she moves. Her curly black hair has gold streaks in it and she would feel practically naked without her make up on. She also never wears socks in her pumps no matter how cold it is so you can always see her hundreds of gold anklets.

I yanked my wand out of my waist band and tapped my trunk which began to unpack itself and my sketch pad zoomed to my hand. I always draw even though it's a muggle thing. Wizards enjoy fine art as much as they do. (Not that my arts that fine) I closed my eyes and let my fingers guide the charcoal across the page. I often draw like this more by feel than by sight. I opened my eyes and glanced down.

Sirius Black was looking back at me but for maybe the first time in history (Well, 2 months) he looked confused, almost like two people.

A wayward pillow hit my hand, snapping my charcoal in two, (they were going to pay for that, no-one got to break my charcoal except me. Which I do quite a lot actually so maybe I'm a little harsh but...Nah I'm gonna get them) and forcing me to draw a line straight down the centre of Black's smug face.

The 2 halves were obviously the same person but it was like two separate personalities. One half was smirking, that wild glint in his eye that meant he'd just dropped a firecracker down your pants. But the other half, dare I say it, looked...Sombre? And serious. Serious I don't think he even know how to look serious.

Could Sirius Black be serious? Siriusly (Sorry bad joke.) I slammed the pad shut and grabbed my pillow before turning towards Max.

"Okay. This is WAR!"