A simple short acrostic poem about the Marauders with hints of Fred and George taking over.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Misters Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

It says, though no one knows the identity of these

Super heroes under the disguise of Marauders.

Could someone take the place in the

Hallowed halls of Hogwarts and walk

In the shadows of these

Exhilarating prank lords of days gone by

For the shoes are big to fill.

Marauders who knew the school

As well as they knew the back of their hands.

No one knows of these

Aged heroes of pranks.

Gone are all the things that claimed their fame

Except for a single map and

Documents of their punishments.

Mischief Managed