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You spent the rest of your time at the Potters’ mostly playing quidditch. You figured James wanted to practice, dreading to mess up his first year as chaser. James and his father played as chasers on one team, with yourself as beater, whereas Sirius and Remus played as the other chasers with Peter as beater. Mrs Potter played as a general keeper. You were excited because this was the first time you’d ever played quidditch yourself.

It turned out that you weren’t such a bad beater, managing to keep the bludger away from your teammates most of the time, and almost knocking Remus and Sirius off their brooms a couple of times (‘Sorry guys!’ ‘(y/n) don’t apologise, we’re winning!’).

And eventually you did win, not that it surprised anyone. James was a very good player, and he obviously got his talent from his father. The two of them together appeared to be unbeatable, as they won with 110 against 30.

“Am I really supposed to believe,” mister Potter said to you afterwards, as you were having a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen, “that you’ve never played before?”

“I’m surprised too” James said, “you growing up the muggle way and stuff. I expected to be rubbish. No offense.”

“None taken, but it’s not like I’ve never picked up a bat before. We’ve played plenty of baseball at the orphanage” you shrugged. A silence followed your statement, making you look up from your mug to see them blinking at you with raised eyebrows. Not only James and his father, but also his mother, Peter and Sirius.

“What?” you frowned.

“They don’t know what baseball is, (y/n). The wizarding world doesn’t have sports like that” Remus said.

“You’re joking” you deadpanned.

“Nope” Sirius said, “never heard of it.”

“Do you… Want me to explain the game?” you asked slowly.

“Sure!” James grinned.

As you started to explain the game, the rules and the players, concentration etched on their faces as they tried to follow and memorize everything you said, whereas Remus watched on amusedly.

At the end of your explanation, James frowned. “Are you telling me you have to… run?”

You laughed. “Yeah, that’s the general idea.”

“Sounds awful” he said scrunching his nose, making you laugh even more.

“Of course you’d immediately dislike a sport because you have to run” Remus deadpanned, making the others laugh as well.

“Oh, (y/n), I almost forgot!” Mrs. Potter suddenly sat up, taking something out of her pocket. You recognised immediately what it was: a polaroid. “I took it while we were playing” she said as she handed it to you.

You took it from her, seeing yourself on a broom, hitting the bludger as hard as you could. “Thanks” you grinned. “It looks great. I’ll just go put it upstairs.”

You bolted up the stairs. When you arrived in James’ bedroom you put it with the other picture you’d taken. You had the feeling that you were going to have a brilliant photobook one day.

~ This is a time skip sponsored by *pulls down trousers* PUDIIINGGG!!!!! ~

Back at school, everything went swell. No-one noticed the mandrake; you four made sure to stay away far enough from other people and have mints on you all the time. You successfully pulled some pranks and got into some ‘healthy’ fights with some Slytherins, nothing too big.

You did have problems with potions though, so James tried to help you out. However, with his quidditch practices he didn’t have that much time anymore. That’s why you went to Severus for help.

“I can’t believe you replaced me by Snivellus” James muttered. He sat on the floor next to the fireplace in the common room, while Remus sat on an armchair and you, Sirius and Peter sat on the couch.

“Jamie dear, you’re always busy and I need to work on my grades. In other words: suck it” you said with a voice as sweet as you could muster. “Besides - and I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to repeat it - Severus is my friend” you continued in a normal tone.

“He’s a git” Peter deadpanned.

“How would you know?” you hissed. “You’ve never given him any chance.”

“Sure we have-“

“No you haven’t” you interrupted him. “You hate him because James hates him, and James hates him because he likes Lily and he can’t stand the fact that Sev’ is closer to her than he is.”

James’ face started to swell like a pufferfish. “That’s not true!” he said incredulously.

“It is, and you know it” you hissed. “Now I understand that you don’t have to like everyone, but he. Is. My. Friend. And I would appreciate it if you’d just let him be, or at least stop judging my friendship with him.”

A silence followed your statement, and you turned back to your potions book. It was a sore subject; obviously you were closer with the Marauders, but you couldn’t stand them judging Severus the way they did. It drove you mad.

Remus sighed. “How about this: you lot can hate on Severus all you want, but never in front of (y/n). Sound good?”

“Sure” James and Peter said without hesitation, and Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, ‘kay, fine” you muttered. An arm was slung over your shoulder, and you looked up to see Sirius grinning at you.

“But if you get caught in the crossfire when we play a prank on him, it isn’t our fault” he said smugly.

You poked him harshly in the side. “Watch your step, Padfoot. You might start a war with an attitude like that.”

“Bring it on” he grinned.

Oh.

It was on alright.

It started when you, Lily and Severus were walking through the corridors. A stink pellet was thrown at you, releasing a horrid smell. It was a combination of rotten eggs and poo, filling the entire hallway. The cackling of three boys drew your attention, and you saw Sirius, James and Peter appear around the corner with grins on their faces.

“Merlin this stinks” Lily said, voice muffled by her robes as she held them in front of her nose. All the students looked irritated or pissed, but your eyes were the only ones with a glint of amusement in them.

That was how the First Great Prank War of Hogwarts begun, and boy, it was fun.

You retaliated a week after, hitting them where it hurt. They came downstairs to breakfast, absolutely horrified and enraged.

“(Y/N)!” James roared as he entered the Great Hall. Of course it immediately drew attention to the trio coming in, and silenced the room immediately.

Remus sat beside you with an incredulous look on his face.

“Please tell me you didn’t…” he muttered.

A sly grin spread across your cheeks as the Gryffindor table burst out laughing and the Hufflepuffs started snickering, whereas the other two houses merely rolled their eyes, whether or not with a smile on their face.

“Nice hair, boys. Trying to start a trend?” you said innocently.

“NICE HAIR?! YOU DYED IT PINK!”

“And it look marvellous” you grinned.

“NOT THE HAIR, (Y/N)!” Sirius yelled, “THAT’S CROSSING THE LINE!”

“You’re the one who wanted a war” you shrugged.

“Yeah, but- but this? This is evil!”

“She has a point, it looks rather good. Suits your eyes” Lily said, making the surrounding Gryffindors howl with laughter.

“Ready to admit your defeat, boys?” you grinned.

“Never” they hissed.

Two weeks later, they retorted by swapping your soap with Frog Spawn Soap from Zonko’s, to which you retaliated by swapping their teacups by Nose Biting Teacups.

Then they slipped a potion into your cup, making you speak backwards the entire time. After it had worn off – about three days later – you hexed them with pig tails.

That’s when they crossed the line for you.

They transfigured all of your trousers into skirts.

Bloody skirts.

You felt ridiculous, but you were damned if you’d let it show. Instead, you went to seek help from a higher power.

Peeves.

It was a Monday when you went to see him. Your final class was charms, and Peeves was known to lurk on the way from Charms to Transfiguration.

“Oi, (l/n) where are you going?” Sirius called after you as you took a different turn.

“She’s probably still pissed about her new wardrobe” James sniggered.

You rolled your eyes. “You wish, Potter. I’m going to see McGonagall, I’ve got to ask her something.”

“We’ll come with” Remus offered.

“You’d rather not, believe me. It’s girls’ stuff” you lied.

A look of horror came across James and Sirius’ faces, and they dragged Peter and Remus off into the other direction, muttering something along the likes of ‘bloody women’. You cackled and turned around, continuing your way. Walking into the secluded room where Peeves was known to hang out, you looked around if you could spot the poltergeist. The place was filled with junk and dust, and you could barely see a thing.

“Peeves?” you called out.

“What’s this?” came a cheerful voice from the top of a shelf, “Did a student come to see me?”

“Yeah, I am. Nice bow tie by the way.” Flattery never hurt someone, right?

“Why thank you very much!” he said proudly, adjusting the tie a bit. “I’m very fond of it! But where are my manners? Let me make some tea!”

He floated around the abnormally messy room, throwing things around, looking for a kettle.

“Actually I’m here for business” you smirked. That caught his attention immediately, a sly grin forming on his lips as well.

“I’m listening…”

You plotted and schemed for about an hour, and it wasn’t long until you went downstairs for dinner.

“Hey boys” you said, sliding in next to Remus. They greeted you back, talked to you about how the common room had been packed with people because of the cold. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later that anything of significance happened, that something being Peeves.

No-one had noticed him until it was too late; buckets and buckets of green slime got dumped on Sirius, James and Peter’s heads.

You burst out laughing, along with the other students, while the three of them just stared at you in shock.

And then, with an almighty battle cry, James and Sirius leapt over the table, tackling you to the ground. They smeared the slime all over you. You managed to pull James in a head lock but the favour was returned immediately by Sirius.

“Peeves! Help me!” you shouted, and Peeves gladly joined the fight, much to the surprise of other students. The scene went on for a couple more seconds before you were interrupted by a furious (and slightly amused, not that she’d ever admit it) professor McGonagall.

“MISTER POTTER, MISTER BLACK AND MISS (L/N)!”

The four of you froze. Yes, Peeves froze as well, mouthing an uh-oh. “Good luck” he whispered, and flew off.

“How about you let go of each other?” she seethed. You three scrambled off each other in a blink, looking down to the ground. “This has gone on long enough” he continued in a stern voice. “I expect the three of you in my office after dinner.”

“Yes professor” you muttered, and went back to your seats. Once the three of you sat down again, grins spread on your faces.

“Worth it” you muttered, and they agreed full heartedly.

It turned out you three received three weeks of detention with Hagrid, in which you had more fun than remorse. Hagrid didn’t mind, he rather enjoyed the company you provided. James and you however did both receive a howler. James’ came first, it shouting about ‘HOW DARE YOU ATTACK A YOUNG GIRL, ESPECIALLY ONE AS EXEMPLARY AS (Y/N)!’ and so on. It made you all snigger, James included. The next day, yours arrived. However, you received both an ordinary letter as a howler; the former was form your father, but the latter came from an unexpected person.

“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, PICKING A FIGHT WITH YOUR FRIENDS?! AND THAT WITHOUT ME!” Gallagher’s voice filled the Great Hall. “DAD IS ANGRY THAT YOU DID THIS, BUT ME? OH NO, I’M FURIOUS! NEXT TIME DO IT RIGHT, AND MAKE SURE YOU WIN AT LEAST! If you did win though, congratulations, I have no idea how it ended. How did it go? Let me know! BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT! NEXT TIME, HOW ABOUT YOU HAVE A FIGHT WHERE THE TEACHERS DON’T SEE YOU, INSTEAD OF RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR NOSES! NO SISTER OF MINE GETS CAUGHT DURING A BRAWL, AM I CLEAR?! Oh, and tell McGonagall I said hi.”

The entire hall was sniggering as the letter fell back on the table; everyone had heard it, including the teachers. Looking over to their table, you saw professor Dumbledore with an amused twinkle in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but calling over: “Professor McGonagall! Gallagher says hi!”

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You spent the rest of your time at the Potters’ mostly playing quidditch. You figured James wanted to practice, dreading to mess up his first year as chaser. James and his father played as chasers on one team, with yourself as beater, whereas Sirius and Remus played as the other chasers with Peter as beater. Mrs Potter played as a general keeper. You were excited because this was the first time you’d ever played quidditch yourself.

It turned out that you weren’t such a bad beater, managing to keep the bludger away from your teammates most of the time, and almost knocking Remus and Sirius off their brooms a couple of times (‘Sorry guys!’ ‘(y/n) don’t apologise, we’re winning!’).

And eventually you did win, not that it surprised anyone. James was a very good player, and he obviously got his talent from his father. The two of them together appeared to be unbeatable, as they won with 110 against 30.

“Am I really supposed to believe,” mister Potter said to you afterwards, as you were having a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen, “that you’ve never played before?”

“I’m surprised too” James said, “you growing up the muggle way and stuff. I expected to be rubbish. No offense.”

“None taken, but it’s not like I’ve never picked up a bat before. We’ve played plenty of baseball at the orphanage” you shrugged. A silence followed your statement, making you look up from your mug to see them blinking at you with raised eyebrows. Not only James and his father, but also his mother, Peter and Sirius.

“What?” you frowned.

“They don’t know what baseball is, (y/n). The wizarding world doesn’t have sports like that” Remus said.

“You’re joking” you deadpanned.

“Nope” Sirius said, “never heard of it.”

“Do you… Want me to explain the game?” you asked slowly.

“Sure!” James grinned.

As you started to explain the game, the rules and the players, concentration etched on their faces as they tried to follow and memorize everything you said, whereas Remus watched on amusedly.

At the end of your explanation, James frowned. “Are you telling me you have to… run?”

You laughed. “Yeah, that’s the general idea.”

“Sounds awful” he said scrunching his nose, making you laugh even more.

“Of course you’d immediately dislike a sport because you have to run” Remus deadpanned, making the others laugh as well.

“Oh, (y/n), I almost forgot!” Mrs. Potter suddenly sat up, taking something out of her pocket. You recognised immediately what it was: a polaroid. “I took it while we were playing” she said as she handed it to you.

You took it from her, seeing yourself on a broom, hitting the bludger as hard as you could. “Thanks” you grinned. “It looks great. I’ll just go put it upstairs.”

You bolted up the stairs. When you arrived in James’ bedroom you put it with the other picture you’d taken. You had the feeling that you were going to have a brilliant photobook one day.

~ This is a time skip sponsored by *pulls down trousers* PUDIIINGGG!!!!! ~

Back at school, everything went swell. No-one noticed the mandrake; you four made sure to stay away far enough from other people and have mints on you all the time. You successfully pulled some pranks and got into some ‘healthy’ fights with some Slytherins, nothing too big.

You did have problems with potions though, so James tried to help you out. However, with his quidditch practices he didn’t have that much time anymore. That’s why you went to Severus for help.

“I can’t believe you replaced me by Snivellus” James muttered. He sat on the floor next to the fireplace in the common room, while Remus sat on an armchair and you, Sirius and Peter sat on the couch.

“Jamie dear, you’re always busy and I need to work on my grades. In other words: suck it” you said with a voice as sweet as you could muster. “Besides - and I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to repeat it - Severus is my friend” you continued in a normal tone.

“He’s a git” Peter deadpanned.

“How would you know?” you hissed. “You’ve never given him any chance.”

“Sure we have-“

“No you haven’t” you interrupted him. “You hate him because James hates him, and James hates him because he likes Lily and he can’t stand the fact that Sev’ is closer to her than he is.”

James’ face started to swell like a pufferfish. “That’s not true!” he said incredulously.

“It is, and you know it” you hissed. “Now I understand that you don’t have to like everyone, but he. Is. My. Friend. And I would appreciate it if you’d just let him be, or at least stop judging my friendship with him.”

A silence followed your statement, and you turned back to your potions book. It was a sore subject; obviously you were closer with the Marauders, but you couldn’t stand them judging Severus the way they did. It drove you mad.

Remus sighed. “How about this: you lot can hate on Severus all you want, but never in front of (y/n). Sound good?”

“Sure” James and Peter said without hesitation, and Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, ‘kay, fine” you muttered. An arm was slung over your shoulder, and you looked up to see Sirius grinning at you.

“But if you get caught in the crossfire when we play a prank on him, it isn’t our fault” he said smugly.

You poked him harshly in the side. “Watch your step, Padfoot. You might start a war with an attitude like that.”

“Bring it on” he grinned.

Oh.

It was on alright.

It started when you, Lily and Severus were walking through the corridors. A stink pellet was thrown at you, releasing a horrid smell. It was a combination of rotten eggs and poo, filling the entire hallway. The cackling of three boys drew your attention, and you saw Sirius, James and Peter appear around the corner with grins on their faces.

“Merlin this stinks” Lily said, voice muffled by her robes as she held them in front of her nose. All the students looked irritated or pissed, but your eyes were the only ones with a glint of amusement in them.

That was how the First Great Prank War of Hogwarts begun, and boy, it was fun.

You retaliated a week after, hitting them where it hurt. They came downstairs to breakfast, absolutely horrified and enraged.

“(Y/N)!” James roared as he entered the Great Hall. Of course it immediately drew attention to the trio coming in, and silenced the room immediately.

Remus sat beside you with an incredulous look on his face.

“Please tell me you didn’t…” he muttered.

A sly grin spread across your cheeks as the Gryffindor table burst out laughing and the Hufflepuffs started snickering, whereas the other two houses merely rolled their eyes, whether or not with a smile on their face.

“Nice hair, boys. Trying to start a trend?” you said innocently.

“NICE HAIR?! YOU DYED IT PINK!”

“And it look marvellous” you grinned.

“NOT THE HAIR, (Y/N)!” Sirius yelled, “THAT’S CROSSING THE LINE!”

“You’re the one who wanted a war” you shrugged.

“Yeah, but- but this? This is evil!”

“She has a point, it looks rather good. Suits your eyes” Lily said, making the surrounding Gryffindors howl with laughter.

“Ready to admit your defeat, boys?” you grinned.

“Never” they hissed.

Two weeks later, they retorted by swapping your soap with Frog Spawn Soap from Zonko’s, to which you retaliated by swapping their teacups by Nose Biting Teacups.

Then they slipped a potion into your cup, making you speak backwards the entire time. After it had worn off – about three days later – you hexed them with pig tails.

That’s when they crossed the line for you.

They transfigured all of your trousers into skirts.

Bloody skirts.

You felt ridiculous, but you were damned if you’d let it show. Instead, you went to seek help from a higher power.

Peeves.

It was a Monday when you went to see him. Your final class was charms, and Peeves was known to lurk on the way from Charms to Transfiguration.

“Oi, (l/n) where are you going?” Sirius called after you as you took a different turn.

“She’s probably still pissed about her new wardrobe” James sniggered.

You rolled your eyes. “You wish, Potter. I’m going to see McGonagall, I’ve got to ask her something.”

“We’ll come with” Remus offered.

“You’d rather not, believe me. It’s girls’ stuff” you lied.

A look of horror came across James and Sirius’ faces, and they dragged Peter and Remus off into the other direction, muttering something along the likes of ‘bloody women’. You cackled and turned around, continuing your way. Walking into the secluded room where Peeves was known to hang out, you looked around if you could spot the poltergeist. The place was filled with junk and dust, and you could barely see a thing.

“Peeves?” you called out.

“What’s this?” came a cheerful voice from the top of a shelf, “Did a student come to see me?”

“Yeah, I am. Nice bow tie by the way.” Flattery never hurt someone, right?

“Why thank you very much!” he said proudly, adjusting the tie a bit. “I’m very fond of it! But where are my manners? Let me make some tea!”

He floated around the abnormally messy room, throwing things around, looking for a kettle.

“Actually I’m here for business” you smirked. That caught his attention immediately, a sly grin forming on his lips as well.

“I’m listening…”

You plotted and schemed for about an hour, and it wasn’t long until you went downstairs for dinner.

“Hey boys” you said, sliding in next to Remus. They greeted you back, talked to you about how the common room had been packed with people because of the cold. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later that anything of significance happened, that something being Peeves.

No-one had noticed him until it was too late; buckets and buckets of green slime got dumped on Sirius, James and Peter’s heads.

You burst out laughing, along with the other students, while the three of them just stared at you in shock.

And then, with an almighty battle cry, James and Sirius leapt over the table, tackling you to the ground. They smeared the slime all over you. You managed to pull James in a head lock but the favour was returned immediately by Sirius.

“Peeves! Help me!” you shouted, and Peeves gladly joined the fight, much to the surprise of other students. The scene went on for a couple more seconds before you were interrupted by a furious (and slightly amused, not that she’d ever admit it) professor McGonagall.

“MISTER POTTER, MISTER BLACK AND MISS (L/N)!”

The four of you froze. Yes, Peeves froze as well, mouthing an uh-oh. “Good luck” he whispered, and flew off.

“How about you let go of each other?” she seethed. You three scrambled off each other in a blink, looking down to the ground. “This has gone on long enough” he continued in a stern voice. “I expect the three of you in my office after dinner.”

“Yes professor” you muttered, and went back to your seats. Once the three of you sat down again, grins spread on your faces.

“Worth it” you muttered, and they agreed full heartedly.

It turned out you three received three weeks of detention with Hagrid, in which you had more fun than remorse. Hagrid didn’t mind, he rather enjoyed the company you provided. James and you however did both receive a howler. James’ came first, it shouting about ‘HOW DARE YOU ATTACK A YOUNG GIRL, ESPECIALLY ONE AS EXEMPLARY AS (Y/N)!’ and so on. It made you all snigger, James included. The next day, yours arrived. However, you received both an ordinary letter as a howler; the former was form your father, but the latter came from an unexpected person.

“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, PICKING A FIGHT WITH YOUR FRIENDS?! AND THAT WITHOUT ME!” Gallagher’s voice filled the Great Hall. “DAD IS ANGRY THAT YOU DID THIS, BUT ME? OH NO, I’M FURIOUS! NEXT TIME DO IT RIGHT, AND MAKE SURE YOU WIN AT LEAST! If you did win though, congratulations, I have no idea how it ended. How did it go? Let me know! BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT! NEXT TIME, HOW ABOUT YOU HAVE A FIGHT WHERE THE TEACHERS DON’T SEE YOU, INSTEAD OF RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR NOSES! NO SISTER OF MINE GETS CAUGHT DURING A BRAWL, AM I CLEAR?! Oh, and tell McGonagall I said hi.”

The entire hall was sniggering as the letter fell back on the table; everyone had heard it, including the teachers. Looking over to their table, you saw professor Dumbledore with an amused twinkle in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but calling over: “Professor McGonagall! Gallagher says hi!”