Hi everyone! I wrote this fanfic about 4 years ago now (wow I'm getting old), and I still get notifications from it from time to time, so I decided to read it back. I saw a few errors so I decided to go through and update it a bit!

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this; it was my first attempt at creative writing, so please do indulge four years ago me ;)

This is set about halfway through both the Marauders' and Fred and George's fifth years (many years apart). The Marauders are Animagi already, and Harry, Ron and Hermione are in their third year (although they don't come into the story much.)

Disclaimer: I do not, never have and never will own it.

Chapter One: The Marauder's Notebook

~Peter's POV~

"Oh come on Peter, it's really not that difficult" Lily Evans, the girl of his friend James' dreams said. They had been practising transfiguring things into mice all lesson, and Peter, as usual, couldn't seem to get the hang of the spell.

Lily on the other hand had been turning quills, books, ink pots, everything she could see in the classroom into little white mice the entire lesson, and it was starting to get a bit annoying.

"Why can't I do it then?" Peter scowled. Transfiguration was one of his worst subjects, (he was terrified of Professor McGonagall), but then he wasn't really good at any subject.

He sighed in frustration. Rats were far superior, he decided. He jumped as a ball of paper made connection with the back of his head. The thrower was a tall handsome boy with long dark thick hair. He pointed towards the paper.

'Look at your book! Remember: Revelare. ~ Padfoot' read the message. He grinned. Finally something he could do in Transfiguration

Peter opened his leather bound notebook, and muttered 'Revelare' under his breath. All of a sudden, words started to form on the blank paper in Sirius' scrawling handwriting.

Well this seems to be working perfectly ~Padfoot

James' messy scrawl joined Sirius'.

Congratulations, Padfoot, one of your ideas actually worked! ~Prongs

Remus' neat handwriting appeared on the page.

Yes, well done, Padfoot, that would be a first ~Moony

Umm excuse me, but who came up with the Marauders map? ~Padfoot

I think you'll find that was Remus ~Prongs

Peter dipped his quill in some ink.

Yeah, it was Remus ~Wormtail

Wormy! Nice of you to join us! I hate you all by the way ~Padfoot

Oh that's a shame because we love you ~Moony

Hey Peter, remember that the spell to wipe this book in case McGonagall sees what you are doing is Absterget. ~Prongs

Prongs, why did you have to remind me that and not the others? ~Wormtail

Because, no offence Wormy, but you are the most likely one to forget it! ~Padfoot

Thanks Padfoot...~Wormtail

Peter sighed. He hated to admit it, but that hurt. He hated being the stupid fat marauder, the one that tagged along with hilarious, good looking and clever James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. He hated the fact that half the time he had no idea what was going on when the others were talking about pranks. And he hated being the test subject for all of their new pranks (this was mainly Sirius' fault). Oh well, at least they actually let them tag along with them; not many people did.

Normally, James and Sirius came up with their farfetched and exciting ideas, Remus decided on their practicality, and worked out the spells and/or potions to make them happen. And Peter 'helped'.

Actually he got in the way most of the time, but no one had the heart to tell him.

That was how it was for this last invention. It was a normal Saturday afternoon. They had been lounging around by the Great Lake. Peter was eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Remus was of course reading, James was staring dreamily at Lily Evans who was chatting with her best friend Marlene McKinnon not far away, and Sirius was looking bored.

"I was just thinking-" Sirius started.

"Did it hurt?" Remus asked, not looking up from his book. Sirius shot him an acidic glare.

"Wouldn't it be really useful to have a way to communicate during lessons without getting caught?" Sirius said. Remus' eyes widened, but he kept up the pretence of reading. James, who had finally come out of his trance, grinned.

"What are you thinking?"

"How about a book or something that we can write notes to each other in and wipe when we see a teacher coming?"

"Like the Marauder's Map?"

"Exactly!"

"Brilliant!" exclaimed James. "Moony, would it work?"

"I suppose so", Remus shrugged. "We could use the same spell as on the Marauders Map"

The young werewolf looked tired. It was three days after the full moon, and scars from that night still lined his face. He was in one of those moods where all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and read, but he would never give up a chance to invent something for his fellow Marauders. He started flicking through his copy of Advanced Charms which was in his bag.

"Hmm... If I cast the spell we used on the map to make it disappear on a notebook, it should wipe whatever you write down when you tap it and say 'Absterget'. Let's not bother with the whole 'I solemnly swear' thing- it would take too long if you don't want to get caught. That is a possibility though, and a very bad one..."

"It's not like you've never had a detention!" said an exasperated Sirius.

"Fine... But how can we make it so that we can all see it?"

"Would it work if we were to duplicate the book?" James asked after a pause.

"We can give it a try" said Remus, smiling faintly.

"The Marauder's notebook..." Sirius said grinning.

"Where would we get the book from?" asked Peter, still not fully understanding the idea.

"Wormtail!" exclaimed Sirius, as if he had only just noticed him. "Would you kindly go and find a notebook for me?"

Peter groaned. "Why me?"

"Because Padfoot is too much of a lazy idiot to go and get one himself" muttered James. Sirius ignored him.

"I'll give you a chocolate frog!"

Peter sighed. "Okay then..."

WORMY! Watch out, looks like McGonagall is coming your way! Remember, Absterget. ~Prongs

Peter looked up, and let out a squeak as he saw the stern Transfiguration Professor making her way toward him. What was that spell again? He quickly looked down at James' last message.

"Ab-ab- Abstargent!" he stuttered, hitting the book with his wand.

The whole class let out a gasp as a massive explosion sent Peter sprawling out of his chair. The cloud of smoke that had been sent up by the explosion swirled upward in an peculiar way. It began to form the shape of a very surprised looking face. It was a boy, around his age, with quite long floppy hair, and freckles. The cloud vanished after a couple of seconds, leaving a very confused Peter lying on the floor.

"Pettigrew! What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" Professor McGonagall said icily.

Peter shrunk away as the she towered over him. "How much of 'We are going to be practising the summoning charm and not blowing our desks up' did you not understand? 5 points from Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors collectively groaned.

"Not again!" Lily muttered.

Peter got up, shocked and embarrassed, but unharmed, and sat down red in the face, and looked over at his friends. James and Sirius were hooting with laughter, and Remus was failing to conceal a grin. So much for 'friends'. He looked down at his desk. It was completely undamaged despite the explosion; even Lily's mice were still running around, apart for one thing. The notebook had vanished.

So that's the end of Chapter 1! Please do review and tell me what you think!

The next chapter will be from George Weasley's point of view (I know, a bit of a time jump! Spoiler Alert: That might be something rather recurrent throughout this story...)