-Rise of the Marauders-

Sirius Black wanted to be put in Gryffindor, and so he got it. However, one thing he wasn't prepared for was befriending James Potter, Remus Lupin, and (unfotunately) Peter Pettigrew. Let's not forget getting into all sorts of trouble at the school (involving girls, pranks on an unfortunate greasy-haired Slytherin and evil Black cousins, a werewolf, and more things that are better left unsaid. Hogwarts and its teachers are in for a heck of a year as the four boys begin their journey through their seven-year course at the school of witchcraft and wizardry!

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Hi everyone! This is my first crack at this kind of thing, so please be gentle (but not too gentle). I hope that everyone likes it! I will NOT accept flames, but I WILL accept constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I own Harry Potter? Get real. No, I don't own it.

Eleven-year-old Sirius Black stared out of the Hogwarts Express window, his nervous stomach churning and wondering what house he'd be put in, and wondering what would happen to him at Hogwarts. Sirius dared to hope he'd make great friends and be cool- it was what every young kid really wanted to be when they were shipped off to school.

He felt a bit lonely; he didn't have anyone to talk to- about anything, really. As bad as it might've sounded, it was still the truth.

For the Sorting, he wanted to be placed in Gryffindor -not Slytherin- like his entire family was placed in. Except for his Uncle Alfred, come to think of it... He wanted to be different- even if everyone in his family thought he was 'evil' like they were. Sirius felt like he didn't have a choice when his parents told him to "believe this" and "believe that", and some other things.

He didn't think it'd be nearly as scary as he had heard some of the people on the Express told him. Sirius had seen how some first years were emotionally treating being placed in a house- and had never been happier he wasn't the emotional type.

Sirius wondered how badly his family would take it if he wasn't in Slytherin (or even Ravenclaw). He hoped they wouldn't hate him too much. He remembered them talking about his Uncle Alfred once, and he shuddered in horror as he remembered some of the things his parents said about him- particularly his dad.

Sirius jumped, startled, as someone knocked on the door to the compartment.

"Hey. Can I stay here? There's no other place on the train to stay," a boy with hazel eyes, messy black hair, and round glasses asked.

He seemed to be about his age- maybe he'd be friendly. He didn't look mean, anyways.

"Um, sure," he replied, uncertainly.

The boy took the seat opposite of himself, easily relaxing into the seat.

"What house do you want to be in?" The boy asked, curiously.

"Um, I want to be in Gryffindor, but my entire family has been in Slytherin, so I guess I'll be placed there. I would die if I was placed in Slytherin, though. What about you?"

"Gryffindor, definitely. I wouldn't be able to stand the school if I wasn't in that house. Unlike you, my entire family has been placed in Gryffindor. I'm terrified I might be placed in some other house," he said, shuddering at the mere thought of it.

"Are you going to try out for Quidditch next year?" Sirius asked him, curiously.

"Oh yeah! I'm going to try for Seeker. Doesn't it kill you that we have to wait a whole year before we can try out?" the boy asked.

"I know! They should at least let the talented first years do it- especially if we try out like everyone else! It's REALLY unfair," he agreed.

"What position would you try out for?"

"I'd try for Beater. It looks like so much fun- and I get to beat people up! I tried to practice over the summer whenever I could," Which wasn't a lot, because I wasn't able to practice in case the Muggles saw, he thought to himself, sadly.

"Cool! So did I!" the boy exclaimed, beaming. "Oh, by the way, I'm James Potter, you?"

"Sirius Black," Sirius answered, slightly nervous about how James would take it.

James' eyes widened, and he jumped as he recognized the name, Black.

"Erm, is that a problem?" Sirius asked, a little nervously. Fidgeting in his seat awkwardly, he knew that the Potters were 'blood traitors' in his parent's book. And what entered his 'parent's book' was never to be questioned- especially by their children. "Blood traitors" hated people like his family, and even if he DID want James to be his friend... if James couldn't accept him for being a Black, then the kid wasn't worth his time.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean it like that. I was just surprised, that's all. My dad told me ALL about the Black family, and you just seemed so nice and… un-Blackish, that's all. I wasn't expecting it," James said, quickly but sincerely.

"Oh, okay then," Sirius said, glad that James didn't care about that stuff like all the adults seemed to.

"Let's go explore!" James exclaimed suddenly, and pulling Sirius by the sleeve, James dragged him all over the Hogwarts Express. They poked their heads into compartment doors, laughing at the surpised look on the students' faces when they popped their heads in unexpectedly. Sirius didn't have to pretend to have fun; he truly was.

It was strange that I've only known this boy for a few hours, and it feels like we're already the best of friends, Sirius thought to himself as they interrupted a couple making out in a darkened compartment.

"Hey, who's in there?" he asked James, pointing to a door that seemed to be a bit more closed off and quieter than the others.

"I dunno. Let's go see. I hope it's another couple snogging- those ones are the better ones!" James replied, going towards it with a curious expression on his face.

They knocked first, in case anyone was changing. They had made that mistake once already, and had had to run all over the train until the teenage boy finally gave up throwing curses at them. The ones who were snogging usually didn't notice the knock until it was too late. When no one reacted from inside, they shoved it open.

To their surprise, there was a skinny boy with sandy blonde hair, who seemed to be entering his first year, too. The boy was reading a large, brown book that looked old.

The boy jumped when he saw them, and asked, "Er-what are you doing in here?"

"Well, exploring, of course!" James exclaimed, as if the boy had just asked the stupidest question in the world.

The boy looked at him quizzically. "Why?" he questioned.

This made James' mouth drop open in complete shock.

"Why? WHY?! It's our first year! The amazement of the new things will only last for one year! We have to… to… to... Sirius, take it from here!"

"Gee, thanks James," he said, dryly.

James grinned in a smirkish kind of way in response.

"Well, why?"

"Because… it's fun, greatly entertaining, and we wanted to see what the rest of the train was like! Besides, you can't just sit quietly READING for the entire train ride like you are!" Sirius explained, making it up on the spot- something James didn't seem capable of. James HAD covered it up nicely, though.

"What's your name?" James asked, abruptly.

"Um, Remus Lupin. Yours?" Remus asked in return, a little surprised.

"Well, I'm James, and this is my buddy, Sirius," James said, grinning at him. Sirius grinned back. "Do you want to come with us? You look awfully lonely here- all by yourself," James offered.

"You don't have anything better to do," Sirius pointed out, trying to be reasonable for once in his life.

"Yeah. You might as well have some fun… Remmy," James agreed, smiling mischievously at the nickname.

Remus jumped at the nickname, and it honestly looked like he wanted to come with them, but something (or someone) was stopping him from doing just that.

"I really shouldn't…." he said, trailing off.

"Come on, Remmy! You know you want to," Sirius exclaimed, seeing that Remus' resolve was weaking a little bit.

"If you insist," Remus muttered, yawning a bit. The boy hesitantly got out of his seat, and followed him and James out of his compartment.

"Oh, we insist," he said, smirking at James, who smirked right back at him.

On their way back to their own compartment, he, James, and Remus came across some other students- in Slytherin. He recognized them as Lucius Malfoy, Bella and Narcissa Black, and some others… probably some other Slytherins or soon-to-be-Slytherins.

They were picking on this much smaller boy Sirius didn't recognize, but immediately felt sorry for (he'd probably be in Hufflepuff). Seeing what they were doing to the poor kid, that made him think Bella was going easy on him when she was at his house, and that was saying something!

He saw James' eyes light up with an angry fire to them. Before Sirius could say anything, James stormed up to Lucius and angrily exclaimed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Well, we're betting to see who can make shrimpy over here cry first, puny first year," Lucius answered, slyly. Lucius slapped 'shrimpy' on the face (hard) for effect. 'Shrimpy' (he didn't know the kid's real name) flinched in response.

"Do you know who those people are?" Remus asked, curiously and looking at him as he spoke.

"Unfortunately, yes, I do. The blonde male is Lucius Malfoy, the blonde female is Narcissa Black, and the other female is Bellatrix Black. All of whom will make you strongly wish you hadn't met them after you have had the unfortunancy of ever meeting them... if that makes any sense at all. However, I don't know who the others are," he paused for a moment trying to recognize any of them. He couldn't- not right now, under these circumstances. "I probably could, but I'd need time," he replied.

"Oh. Come on, Sirius. Let's go help him," Remus sighed tiredly, and went over to help James. Sirius followed, hoping he could back up Remus and James- and get a little action for himself.

Taking a deep breath, Sirius yelled, "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" He pointed his want out at Lucius. One of Lucius' cronies had Remus pinned against the wall, and James was in a deep wand fight with Bellatrix and Narcissa, who surprisingly made a good fighting match together.

Lucius did the same, smirking at Sirius, as if inviting him to make the first move. Some of the other students in the train were starting to stare out of the windows at the scene.

He already knew a little magic, although most of it was Dark Magic his father had tried to teach him before school started. He had a sinking feeling Lucius knew more Dark Magic, and wouldn't be afraid to use it on him. However, just as he was about to conjure up the horrid (well, it'd be horrid for Malfoy) spell he had in mind for Malfoy, an angry voice yelled,

"ALRIGHT, BREAK IT UP, EVERYONE!" a prefect ordered, shoving into the growing crowd. It didn't help the matters, though.

"I SAID, BREAK IT UP!!" the prefect yelled, a little louder this time when no one listened.

"That'll do, Cynthia," someone- who had to be the Head Boy- said in an eerily soft voice. Glancing at his robe, he realized the Head Boy belonged in Slytherin. Oh, shit.

Surprisingly, instead of joining in the fight like he had anticipated, the Slytherin head exclaimed,

"Alright. Stop this fighting at once!" the Head Boy easily separated Remus and James from Lucius' minions, rescued the one boy they were picking on from the pack of Slytherins and to-be Slytherins, and sort of tossed him over to James and Remus, who caught him.

Lucius had a devilishly evil look to him, and Sirius tried to make himself look the same -if not scarier- in response.

Just as Lucius was about to hurl a curse at him (Leave it to Malfoy to ignore the fact the fight had already broken up), the Head Boy yelled, "Expelliarmus!" knocking Lucius' wand out of his hand, and sent it flying into the Head Boy's hand.

"Now, that's enough drama for one day. I won't take away house points, since you haven't been sorted yet, but keep this in mind: Next time this happens, I won't hesitate to punish you," the Head Boy warned, giving everyone in the room a cold stare.

"Now go back to your compartments, and stay away from each other!" he ordered, furiously shoving his way past the group.

"You can't tell me what to do," Lucius muttered, as he snatched his wand from the Head Boy's hand on his own way out.

"I'm telling your dad," Bellatrix threatened in a sing-song kind of way, while grinning maliciously at the same time. Narcissa nodded, her expression copying Bellatrix's. Sirius lunged at Bellatrix, but Remus somehow managed to hold him from mauling his cousin. He should probably thank him later...

"You okay?" Remus asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I'll be fine," he responded, still glaring after Bellatrix and Narcissa as they followed Lucius like little female toys, laughing maniacally.

"Come on, Sirius. They're not worth our time," James muttered, glaring darkly in Malfoys direction. When they were out of sight, they decided to go back to his and James' compartment.

The small boy they had stuck up for followed them all the way to their compartment. When they went through the door and sat down, and he said, looking scared, "Um, thanks for sticking up for me. I uh… really appreciate it... and that was the first time someone stood up for me,"

"No problem," James responded, smiling lightly. The boy still stayed there, swaying in rhythm to the train, uncertain about what to do.

"Care to have a seat?" Remus invited, guessing that was what the boy wanted to do.

The boy looked at him and James questioningly- silently asking them if it was okay- who both nodded encouragingly.

"Okay," he said, and nervously sat down beside Remus.

They talked about nothing really; the small boy turned out to be Peter Pettigrew, who wanted to be in Gryffindor, but expected to be Hufflepuff. Remus wanted to be in Gryffindor, but would take Ravenclaw, too. And after seeing the behavior of how Slytherins acted, neither of the two wanted Slytherin, which was to be expected.

He and James told them that they would both be in Gryffindor, and Sirius decided to leave out the part about him being a Black- even if the other two probably didn't know about that stuff yet.

He and James seemed to be the only ones interested in Quidditch. Peter expressed some interest in it after they explained it to him, but not a lot. He didn't look like the Quidditch-playing type, anyways. Or any sports-type from the looks of it.

Remus said he didn't like or play that much sports- except he said he liked watching (and sometimes playing) Muggle baseball- whatever that was. Remus told them he was more into reading books and studying- which Sirius didn't doubt in the least. He could've been a good Quidditch player if he put the time into it, though.

Their conversations (this time they were arguing about the Hogwarts uniform, and whether it was dorky or not. Which admittedly, was a rather stupid conversation to begin with) were RUDELY interrupted when a red-headed first year girl and greasy, black haired first year boy entered their compartment. They didn't stay long because they made fun of and teased the pair until they drove the red head and greasy crazy with annoyance until they left.

James glanced at the red-headed girl on the way out. "Hey! What's your name?" he asked her, curiously.

The girl glared at him over her shoulder, but replied shortly, "Lily Evans, you?"

"James Potter," he said, staring at her wide-eyed.

The girl -who had to be Muggleborn- nodded at him, unfazed by his sudden question or his unnerving staring, and followed the boy out of their compartment with her head held high.

Sirius raised his eyebrows at James, who shrugged, looking at his feet. Frowning, he wondered why James seemed so... shy and... distant... all of a sudden.

The rest of the ride to Hogwarts went smoothly and they still talked about unimportant stuff they'd never remember the next day. However, he was starting to get impatient to see Hogwarts and a little anxious about the sorting.

After what seemed like hours, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at Hogwarts. Students filed out, and started to get in these carriges pulled by... nothing? He began to follow them, but a girl stopped him and said, "No, you can't go this way until next year. You have to go with Hagrid across the lake," and she pointed kindly towards where the other first years were gathering.

His mouth formed a small 'O' as he nodded at her and went to stand by his friends after he found them. Mere seconds later, he heard a deep voice yell really loudly, "FIRS' YEARS OVER HERE! FIRS' YEARS COME OVER HERE!!"

"You've got to be kidding me," he heard Peter mutter. Glancing at him, Sirius saw Peter's jaw drop. A little nervous, Sirius looked up to see that the voice belonged to... a HUGE giant!! His eyes widened in shock, and he took a couple steps back himself. He saw some other people doing the same thing, and he was a little bit glad he wasn't the only one who was shocked.

"Whoa!" he muttered, in pure amazement. Apparently, this was the 'Night of Unexpected Wonders'.

"Well, ger' in the boats, you firs' years! I'm Rubeus Hagrid, by the way," Hagrid said. At least the giant seemed friendly.

Looking at each other, they waited until the first boat was filled, and got in another. Instantly, the boats started moving... without oars! Glancing at James, who looked just as surprised as he did, shrugged and said,

"I'm guessing this won't be the end of the surprises today,"

He nodded in aggreement and said, "The Night of Unexpected Wonders,"

"Nice! I like the sound of that!" James beamed, and high-fived him.

He was facing the Hogwarts Express earlier, so when he turned around to face the castle,he gasped in amazement at his first sight of it. as he turned his attention to the castle- for the first time that night. It was beautiful, complete with turrets and lit up windows and… everything! It was... magical and glorious in every meaning possible!

"Are we really going to live in there for the next seven years?" he breathed, mesmerized by the elegance and majesticness of the castle.

"Yes we are, dummy," James said, grinning at him. But his eyes were wide with wonder all the same.

The boats soon crossed the lake, where they were met with an... uptight-looking woman.

"Hello, first years. My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore is the headmaster. I am to lead you to the Great Hall, where you will be sorted," she said, curtly.

Professor McGonagall led them to an entrance that was probably opened to the Great Hall.

"I expect all of you to be on your best behavior to tonight," she said, and explained a few other things, like house points, and what would happen if you disobeyed the school rules and so forth. Sirius waited, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. He REALLY had to go now!

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and Professor McGonagall led them to the front of the room. There were four long and narrow tables where the older students were sitting and talking. Up at the front, there was another long and narrow table where all of the teachers sat. In the center of it all sat an kind-looking old man, who had to be Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster.

Below him was a black hat, on top of a stool. Then, against all of his previous beliefs that hats couldn't talk, the hat opened its mouth, and started to sing!

Sirius didn't pay much attention to it, mainly because he was starting to get anxious about the sorting. Maybe the pee. Probably both. 'What if I'm placed in Slytherin? My life will be a living Hell,'

Professor McGonagall began reading names off of a list.

"Aubrer, Bethany!"

The girl had blonde hair, and she timidly walked up to the hat, and placed it on her head.

"RAVENCLAW!"

One of the tables cheered.

"Azayla, Celina!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Andromeda, Black!"

Andromeda went up the the hat, and after a while, it yelled,

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Black, Bellatrix!" Even the usually haughty and confident Bellatrix looked a little timid as she walked up to the hat. It was barely on for a few seconds before the hat yelled,

"SLYTHERIN!"

Narcissa high-fived Bellatrix and Andromeda, and they high-fived back, grinning at their accomplishment of being placed in Slytherin.

A table, which Sirius took to be the Slytherin's spot, was going crazy with cheering.

"Black, Sirius!"

Remus glanced at him, his eyes widening as he realized that he was related to the people who they had gotten into a fight with on the train.

Trying to look cool, uncaring, and nonchalant, he took a deep breath and walked up to the hat, putting it on.

"Hmmm. Now let's see here. Another Black, eh? Where to put you, where to put you... you do have a lot of potential in Slytherin. Yes, Slytherin would be a very good place for you,"

"Um," he thought, uncertainly. "I uh, don't think I want to be in Slytherin,"

"You don't?" the hat asked, sounding surprised. "But you could be great in Slytherin, you would have glory, power, and riches beyond your wildest dreams. Isn't that what you want?"

That DID sound good to Sirius, but he was reminded of Bella and Cissy, and remembered how much he wanted to be in Gryffindor with James- and he had no doubt James would make Gryffindor.

"I want to be in Gryffindor!" Sirius thought, hard. "I don't want to be with my family in Slytherin!"

"Are you sure? Your path in Gryffindor would be hard- much harder than what it would be in Slytherin... but I can see you'll have an exciting life awaiting you if you choose Gryffindor," the hat warned.

Wondering how the hat could see that, Sirius was getting sick of the hat trying to put him in Slytherin,

"I want Gryffindor! Put me in Gryffindor, you stupid hat! GRYFFINDOR!!" he screamed in his head.

"Fine, if that is your choice," the hat said, curtly. Sirius wondered briefly if he had offended the hat before he realized he didn't care about hurting the feelings of a stupid, talking hat.

Mere seconds later, the hat yelled,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Happily, he took off the hat. The room was silent in shock at a Black being sorted into a non-Slytherin house- much less the noble house of Gryffindor. Glancing up at the head table, he met the eyes of Dumbledore, who looked surprised, but maybe... proud, too?

Slowly, Dumbledore started clapping, and soon, everyone but the Slytherin table was cheering with the headmaster. Breaking into a grin that spread from ear to ear, Sirius found the Gryffindor table, and sat happily down in an empty spot a couple students made for him.

Looking over at the Slytherin table self-consciencely, he saw Bellatrix and Narcissa whispering conspiratorially to each other. Sirius shifted uneasily in his seat, but somehow managed to put them out of his mind for now. Turning his attention back to the sorting, it was now on to the E's.

"Evans, Lily!"

He noticed that James perked up as the red head girl from the train nervously -but looking brave- walked up to the hat and pulled it on over her head.

A few seconds later, it yelled,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

He clapped along with the many other Gryffindor's.

His eyes followed her as she took a seat next to a curly, black haired girl, but his attention was soon back to the sorting, which was down to the L's now.

"Lucinde, Maria!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Lupin, Remus!"

He watched his friend as he moved up to the table and put the hat on.

'GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled.

Remus, looking relieved, went to the Gryffindor table, and took a seat next to Sirius.

"Nova, Paula!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Olseia, Nicholas!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Pettigrew, Peter!"

Peter timidly went up, and looking scared as hell, put the hat on. His seemed to take the longest yet. Vaguely, he wondered why that was, but that was none of his business. Finally, the hat yelled,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Looking even more relieved than Remus -if that was even possible- Peter shakily walked over to the Gryffindor table, and took a spot next to Remus.

"Potter, James!"

Unlike most of the others, James walked up there confidently, his face only betraying the slightest bit of nervousness. Within mere seconds, the hat shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The entire Gryffindor table cheered, James went over to the table looking very ecstatic, and plopped himself down in a seat next to him.

"Well done, mate. I told you you'd be in Gryffindor," James said, beaming at him.

"You never said a thing about it!" Sirius exclaimed, indignantly.

James smirked. "That's what you think,"

They continued in a whispered argument until Remus exasperatedly said, "Will you two shut up?"

"No!"

"Hey guys, the sorting's over," Peter muttered, looking at the head table.

"Please remember that the Forbidden Forest is, as always, off limits. Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you to obey the rules at Hogwarts, and that if you should ever need to look at the rules, there's a copy in Mr. Filch's office. Now, please enjoy this glorious feast that our house elves have so generously prepared for us. Enjoy!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, and piles and piles of food appeared on every table.

There was a 'wow' of amazement from almost everyone in the room, before each person began 'stuffing their faces with food', as James put it.

"Have you tried the steak yet, Sirius?" James asked, hungrily digging into some on his plate.

"No, but I'll gladly take yours," he responded, grabbing one off of his friend's plate.

"Hey!" James exclaimed, trying to get it back.

"Too late!" and grinning, Sirius stuffed part of the stake in his mouth.

Sirius did his best to swallow it, but because he was laughing too hard, he spit it all out in James' face- who he was facing.

"HEY!" James shouted, trying to wipe some of the half-chewed stake off of his face with one hand while looking for something to throw at Sirius with his other.

Finally finding something, James grabbed it, and threw it directly at Sirius. He ducked, as did Remus and Peter, but it hit a fat fifth year boy smack-dab in the face.

"Oops," James said, sheepishly.

The fifth year boy, whose name turned out to be Hurbert (as they found out later), glared fiercely at James, before grabbing a bowl of soup and hurling it at him. He, James, Remus, and Peter all ducked, and it hit a girl on the side of her head. Screaming angrily, the girl hurled (what Sirius thought was) a bowl of soup at the boy, but everyone ducked, and it hit Hurbert's twin brother, Burt, on his chest.

Thinking it had came from the Slytherin table for some bizzaro reason, Bert threw a pie in the direction of that table. It was actually a pathetic throw, but it somehow managed to hit someone- Bellatrix Black- in fact. Sirius and James immediately burst into hysterical laughter. Furious, embarrassed, and thinking that it had been thrown by Sirius, Bellatrix scooped up some mashed potatoes, and threw some at Sirius.

He ducked, and it hit a Hufflepuff sixth year. Fuming, the Hufflepuff boy threw some broccoli at the Gryffindor table, hitting the most aggressive person on the Gryffindor quidditch team, Travis Sheate. Travis grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, and with all the power of the beater skills he possessed, hurled it in the direction it came from.

Eventually, a food fight broke out, and all chaos and havoc quickly ensued. He and James grinned mischievously at each other before grabbing the first foods that they could get their hands on, and began chucking it at the Slytherin table.

Unexpectedly, James turned on him, and threw something- possibly edible- at him. Glaring at James, Sirius threw something- which once could have been mashed potatoes- right back at him. He snickered at James, who threw something at him. Eventually, they began dumping food on the other, until they were nearly completely covered with remains of different foods. Remus and Peter began laughing at them, so he and James threw food at them instead.

They ducked (Peter fell off the seat in the process), and it hit Hurbert, who was focused on throwing food on his brother.

Girls were and some other students were cowering under the tables- afraid for their lives. Getting sick of it, one of the teachers yelled, "IMMOBULUS!" all of the food immediately stopped going to wherever it would have landed, and froze in midair, which gave Sirius a slightly eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Professor Dumbledore bellowed, "SILENCE!" Surprisingly, everyone in the room instantly became quiet.

"Never, in all of my years as Headmaster, have I had this kind of behavior from my students before. I am very disappointed in all of you. I will take away forty points from each house, and be thankful it isn't more. I don't want this kind of behavior to EVER happen again in my time as headmaster. I will not blame the culprit, as I believe all of you have subjected into doing it- as well as the culprit. I have never been more disappointed in my students before. Prefects, please lead the students in your houses to their rooms. I bid you all a good night, and I only hope that this kind of conduct never happens again. I'll see you all again in the morning, where you'll be given your schedules by your head of house as usual,"

"Come on, everyone. Let's go," a food-covered Gryffindor prefect sighed, and led every Gryffindor student out of the Great Hall, through some corridors and staircases, and finally stopped by a painting of a fat lady.

"Hippogriff," she said, and the painting swung open, to reveal a cozy Gryffindor common room.

Exchanging glances with James, he followed the rest of the Gryffindor's into the room. The male prefect led all of the boys to one of the staircases, and addressed the first year boys, "This is where you'll be sleeping. The bathroom will be in there, too. Good night,"

He, James, Remus, Peter, and another boy, Frank Longbottom, entered the dorm.

Staring at it in amazement, there were exactly five beds, and their trunks were directly below the end of the bed. There was a gentle fire going on one side of the room, another door, which he assumed was the bathroom, and on the other end, there were windows that looked out on the Hogwarts grounds.

"So, this is it, eh guys?" Sirius asked, slinging his arms around James and Remus' shoulders.

"Sure it is, Sirius. Now get your bloody arms offa me!" James exclaimed, throwing off his arm.

"Aren't you going to take a shower to get all of the food off of you?" Remus asked, slightly incredulous. He was already moving to his trunk and grabbing clean clothes out of it.

"Nah, I'll take mine in the morning. I don't quite feel like takin' a shower now," Sirius said, and James nodded in agreement.

"I'll take one after you, Remus," Frank said, who had a good bit of food on him, too.

"Okay,"

Meanwhile, he, James, and Peter (who was going to shower after Frank), played truth or dare, a Muggle game Peter taught them, and after that, played Exploding Snap and Rock, Paper, Scissors (another Muggle game Peter taught them). Then they played truth or dare until Remus yelled at them to get some sleep, as he was in his pajamas, and Frank was simply watching them goof around, as he had given up on sleep ages ago. Eventually, he joined in after he and James dragged him over to play.

"Fine," Peter muttered, listening to Remus, and he went to bed, after changing.

He and James, and Frank stayed up later, until three in the morning, as Remus told them the next day, glaring at them all the way.

Finally growing tired, he, James, and Frank went to bed, and they fell into an exhausted sleep, wondering nervously and excitedly what would happen the next day.

So, what did you think? Please tell me in reviews! I know that the ending was kind of suckish, but, oh well. I don't mean to make fun of Harry Potter and Co. in any way. I just imagined that's what would've happened if there was a real book about the Marauders. Come on, it IS the Marauders, after all. They're practically legend because of all the pranks they did at Hogwarts. :) Remember to review, and tell me if I should continue or not.