Masters of Mischief Keeperoliver Chapter 1

A/N: Hello people. I had originally wanted to wait to complete my other in-progress story, but, I got hit in the head with a flash, and I had to follow up on it. They really will not let me alone until I do something about it. Rather annoying really. Anyway, first I would like to say that Miss Rowling is very stingy about her work. She does not allow anyone to make any money off of her creation. Shame really, I could use--never mind. As you know, I just finished {Spy in the Ointment}, and promised a sequel. Well this is it. I hope you have fun reading this story, as I plan to have fun writing it. The following list, will be the pairings for the story, and some of the Professors that will be teaching at Hogwarts. Some will be different from canon.

Pairings: New Professors:

Harry/Ginny Transfiguration: Lily Potter, HoH Gryffindor

Fred/Hermione History of Magic: Narcissa Black HoH Slytherin

George /Angelina DADA: Remus Lupin

Neville/Luna Runes: Hassan Hammeed

Ron/Lavender Arithmancy: Nymphadora Tonks

Draco/Daphne Muggle Studies: Quinton Aries

Severus/Narcissa Astronomy: Firenze


Sirius/many, one at a time. He has too much fun to be tied down.

HoH: This is the Head of House designation


Hermione was feeling indifferent about this offer about going to a new school. She didn't believe in magic, as she felt, there was an explanation for everything. A logical mind can see through any slight of hand trick. That is all it really was, slight of hand. She had been able to tear apart all of the tricks these so called magicians, do on stage. However, what that witch, (this is what she called herself), did, was beyond reason. She had turned a pillow into a couch, and a tea cup into a Robin. She did this by waving a stick, which she called a wand, at them.

If all they were going to do, was teach her parlor tricks, she would leave this Hogwarts, and demand her money back.

She went with this witch, Professor Potter I believe she said her name was, To a place called Diagon Alley. Not a very sanitary place, and quite crowded. The people were dressed funny, and carried different pets around with them. Strange pets at that. Owls, snakes, frogs, spiders, and yuck, rats.

The professor took her into a shop to purchase her attire needed for school, called robes. Some were for every day use and some for dress. They were not very flattering, but she guessed they would serve a purpose.

Next, she took her to the Apothacary, where she got the ingredients she would need for her potions class. The shop was disgusting. There were eyes floating in some green fluid that seemed to follow her every move, as she wandered around the shop. She needed to get out of there in a hurry, before she got sick.

The Professor asked her if she wished to buy a Familiar. She said there were different kinds of creatures that could be used, but the preferred choice was owls. Hermione said she would pass for the time being.

There were several more stops, before Professor Potter took her to her favorite shop, a book store. Hermione spent an hour in here, buying the books she needed, and about twenty others, including a huge tome called Hogwarts a History.

The last stop was to purchase her wand. This also freaked her out, as the proprietor was an old man that looked like he could keel over any minute. He took measurements of every part of her body, including the length and width of her nose. What kind of nonsense was that. They finally found her the wand to chose her, an 11 inch, willow , with a dragon heart string core, whatever that meant.

This was an experience that she would never forget, much to her consternation. It was not an enjoyable trip.


Hermione was up early, the morning of 1 September, 1991. She had packed the night before, leaving out, the clothes she was going to wear for the trip, and a book to study while riding the train to the school. She was told it was a long trip, and it would get boring if she was just sitting there looking out the window, watching the scenery go by.

Richard and Jean Granger, Hermione's mother and father, were worried about their daughter. She had never been away from her parents for any great length of time. They knew she never had any friends, and other children teased her because of her love of books. If what they think will happen, happens, she will be homesick, after two weeks and wish to come home. They would never let her stay, if that should happen.

The time to take Hermione to the station at King's Cross, had arrived, and they talked as they drove her to her starting point for her introduction to the Magical World. They voiced their concern to Hermione about her getting homesick, but Hermione was determined to give this a full hearted chance. She wanted the Professors there to prove to her, that magic did indeed exist, and that she was truly a witch.


Hermione hugged and kissed her mom and dad goodbye, and dragged her trunk to the train , struggling to get up the steps, when two older students stopped her , "Do you need a hand with, my dear?" a tall red headed boy asked her.

"If you don't mind, I really could use some help?"

"Geeorge, shall we help out this damsel in distress?"

"Why yes, Fred, I believe we should."

And the two strapping young men lifted her Trunk up the stairs and stowed it in the overhead rack, of the compartment she had chosen to occupy. "Thank you very much, Fred, and you too George. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Not to fear my sweet, as we will always be there to assist you when in need of it. Would you be so kind as to tell us what your name is, so that we will know what to call you the next time we meet. You seem to already have our name down."

"Oh, please excuse my manners, my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"Pleased to meet you Hermione Granger, I am Fred, and this good looking chap is George, and we are the Weasleys. If you should need our assistance at any time during the trip, just lean out you door, and give a shout. In case you need to know, George and I are starting our third year, and are in Gryffindor House, the home of the brave. We hope that you may join us in our illustrious house. Alas, we must leave you for now, as we see our friend has arrived, and we need to discuss business. I hope someone will join you for the long ride, to keep you company. Adieu, fair lady."

Hermione chuckled at the antics of Fred, and his brother George, although George didn't get to say much. She had just settled in to read her book, when her door opened, and a dark haired boy looked in and asked if he and his friends could join her. Hermione waved her hand around to the other seats, "Please do."

The dark haired boy was joined by a blond and a brown haired boy. The dark haired boy sat beside Hermione, the blond across from her, and the brown haired bot next to him.

"I would like to introduce my self, then my friends can do their own. My name is Harry Potter, and I am also a first year, and I wish to become a Gryffindor like my mother and father."

The blond was next, "Hello, my name is Draco Black, and I would prefer to be in Gryffindor, however, I will probably go to Slytherin."

Lastly, "Greetings and salutations, my dear, my name is Neville Longbottom, and will most likely be housed in Hufflepuff, although like my colleague, I would prefer Gryffindor.

Hermione looked at the three, and wondered what it was about Gryffindor House, that everyone wanted in it. "It is very nice to meet you all, Harry, Draco and Neville. My name is Hermione Granger, and I was wondering if you could answer a question for me?"

Draco jumped at the chance, "Certainly. We are here to be your guide through the years of you schooling. If you need questions answered, if we can't answer them, we will find someone that can."

"Thank you Draco, now why is it that every one wants to be housed in Gryffindor? Are not the other houses as good. I mean they are named after the founders of the school, are they not?"

Harry answered this one, "Quite right you are, however, The reason every one wants in Gryffindor is because of the Marauders."

"Who are the Marauders?"

Harry once again handled this question, "They were the greatest pranksters the school has ever known. There was Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Their names are legendary. Their identities however, have eluded the bulk of the students. Only a select few know the real names."

"Are you one of them, Harry."

"As a matter of fact, we all do. It is our desire to team up with two other friends of ours and become the new Marauders."

"Couldn't you be more original than calling yourselves the New Marauders? I bet if you thought about it, you could come up with something."

Neville added, "She is right Harry, Prongs would probably love the idea of us coming up with an entirely different name. If we wish to make a name for ourselves, it should be something unique, not borrowed."

"I suppose your right. Hermione, are you strict follower of the rules, or do you enjoy the stretching of rules on occasion?"

"If you mean breaking the rules, it is not something I practiced in the past. I have always been one to follow the rules to the letter. However, I am starting a new life here, with magic and all, and I imagine if I want to fit in with everyone, I should change my ways, as my old ways never earned me any friends," Hermione said with sorrow.

"You mean, you never had any friends before coming to Hogwarts?" Asked Draco.

"Not really. I have always been known as a Bookworm, and never took the time try and get to know any of my fellow students. Of course they never took the time to get to know me either. They would rather just torment me me by calling me names and teasing me by hiding my books, homework, pens and paper. I wouldn't let them get to me though, because that would show weakness." Hermione stated.

"Sounds like a true Gryffindor to me." said Harry. "If you should get sorted there, I will ask our friends if you could be included in on our group, if you want to join that is?"

"Do you really mean that, or are you teasing me as well?"

"Hermione, I never tease a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, besides, or friends have already confided in us that you and I, and the others, should become friends. And after meeting you, I am in agreement with them. What do you think guys?"

Both Neville and Draco shook their heads in agreement.

Hermione beamed a smile at the three young men sitting around her, when a thought popped up in her head. "Harry didn't you say your last name was Potter?"

"Yes I did, Why?"

"Are you related to Professor Potter, the Transfiguration Teacher?"

"Uh, ya, she's my mother."

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"I'll be trouble no matter which way I go, so I decided, if I am going to get in trouble, I might as well have fun doing it. If the rest agree with having you join, I will explain what I mean by that later. OK?"

"Fine Harry, and guys, just to let you know, I appreciate your getting to know me. I may not end up being friends with you, but your trying to be friends is enough to make me feel welcome already."


The Professors were having their last staff meeting prior to the students arriving, and Minerva wanted to test new waters, with a suggestion, "I would like to try something new this year, especially with the students that will be attending school for the first time. We know that there will be a lot of pranks going on, and if we try to discipline every act, we me may not have any students left to teach. What I am suggesting, is a competition, between the houses. There will be guidelines, as to what will be authorized, and what will be penalized. Points will be given for the most original, the funniest, the longest lasting, nothing over a twenty-four period, and the most broad based. If because of a prank, someone is injured, then the house pulling the prank will lose five times the points allowed for the best prank, or 250 points. How do you all feel about this?"

Lily jumped at the idea, "Minerva, are you telling us that you want us to encourage the students to pull pranks. Not just encouraging them, but also rewarding them? Are you asking for trouble?"

Narcissa was next, "Minerva, to declare open season on all the students for the fun of a few pranksters, is ludicrous. What would be the benefits of declaring something like this?"

Remus had a huge grin on his face, and was joined by Secerus, "Excuse us ladies, but I believe you are missing the point. Minerva just said, that all houses were to be included, which means all students. Do you realize what this does? It brings house unity together. It means no more cliques. It means if someone in your house is being disrespectful to another house student, their punishment will fit the crime, and the punishers will be rewarded for fighting for the rights of the wronged party. It's brilliant really, don't you agree Severus?"

"For once in my life, Remus, I agree with a Marauder. The entire student body will have a say in what they do, who they do it to, when they do it, and how it will be done. Students who have been shunned will have a say, and who knows, maybe they will be sneakier then they were to be believed to be. I do feel the there has to be times when the pranks can be done. There can be no pranking during any school function. This includes Quidditch practices and games, Classes, and any club meetings, that are sanctioned by the school. Does that meet the approval of everyone?"

Lily and Narcissa still had their doubts, but they also agreed that it would indeed bring about house unity, although there will still be cliques.

The motion was set, and the guidelines in place. Minerva thought, this is going to be a fun year.


Ron was sitting with two other first years he had just met, Seamus Finnegan, and Dean Thomas. They were alright chaps, and he got along with them pretty well, it was just that Harry , Draco, and Neville were much more interesting. He wished he hadn't started that argument with Draco, about purebloods being more deserving of certain rights than half-bloods and muggleborn. Draco had once been taught that being a pureblood was the cream of the crop. That was 9 years ago. Since he has been raised by Sirius, he was taught differently. Ron was never taught being a pureblood was at the high end of the chain. Where he got his notions from, no one knew, but he felt that his being a pureblood male, gave him an edge over his sister, as females were below males in all aspects of life. They were there for the care of the males, such female lions hunting for meals for the pride, and would be protected from harm by the males.

This did not go over well with Ginny, and she let Ron know in no uncertain terms. Bat bogies are nasty creatures. Draco heard about this, and tried to talk to Ron, and it led to a full grown argument. The twins heard them going at it, and separated them, asking what the problem was. When Draco told them, They let them both go, to continue their fight. However Mrs. Weasley decided to come out to find out what was going on. When told what the problem was, she grabbed Ron by the ear and hauled back into the house and to his room, where he would stay until supper. She apologized to Draco for Ron's behavior, which Draco shook off, saying that she should not be apologizing for something someone else did.

That was Ron was here with Seamus and Dean. Harry did not take kindly of Ron's treatment of his sister, as Harry really liked Ginny. Ron couldn't understand what Harry, Draco and Neville saw in Ginny, to him she was annoying. They couldn't do anything together with out her trying to join in with them. The others readily accepted her, and that upset him, because they were his friends.

Now he had to find some way to win them back.

What he didn't know, was that another female had gained their friendship, and she could be more annoying than his sister, as he would soon find out.

Poor Ron would learn that being friends, meant that you had to be friends with both males and females. He would learn this not from the females, but by the males. One in particular.