This part is just for you to understand what is going to happen :)

So, for those who read my Reading the Books series, yes, this story was prompted by the random stories that the Marauders mention.

At the beginning of each chapter, I will say what Harry Potter book and chapter the original text is from, and the story that I wrote within my original series. This is just a bunch of one-shots that comply to those stories, so I hope you enjoy!

Fixation33 / Haley


[Bolded text succeeding this line is from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter: Boggart in the Wardrobe.]

"I wonder why Professor Lupin's frightened of crystal balls?" said Lavender thoughtfully.

"Crystal balls?" Sirius snorted.

"I could understand why he'd be frightened of crystal balls," James said, "remember how Tryust almost let his secret out while using the crystal balls?"

"I think it's safe to say that it actually isn't, Prongs," Remus said laughing. "I'm quite certain it's the moon."

"I know that! I'm not that stupid!" James said. "I'm just giving a legible reason for them to believe."

"Except they can't hear you," Lily laughed.

"Ugh–! I give up. My friends are all against me."

"You know we love you Prongs."

"Shut up Padfoot."


Hogwarts Castle, Corridor on the Seventh Floor, 12:47p.m.; 12 December 1976

"Come on! We could always turn around right now," Sirius whined.

"And do what, Padfoot?"

"Anything! The Room of Requirement is about a minute away from where we are currently standing!"

"Well, technically we're sitting down," Remus said, smirking, looking at Sirius out of the corner of his eyes. The four Marauders were currently stalling for time until they had to make their way to the North Tower for their Divination class to begin.

"Shut up, Moony, you knew what I meant. But that's not the bloody point!"

"No, the point is that you're just too lazy to go to class," James commented, absently catching the ball that Peter through to him. Throwing the ball back, he said, "I don't know why you're complaining anyways, it's not like we do tonnes of work in Divination."

"She gives us enough homework, though," Peter said, scowling. Spinning the ball in his hands, he added, "I agree with Sirius. No one would find us in the Room of Requirement, so let's just ditch."

"I don't feel like skipping toda—"

"Jimmy, you haven't felt like skipping this whole year!"

"Do not call me Jimmy!" he chastised, scowling. "And yes I have felt like skipping."

"Okay, Prongles," Sirius said, smirking, and skilfully dodging James' fist. "And no you haven't, not since you've decided to be a good boy because Evans is actually being civil to you," he added, clapping his hands towards Peter, signalling he wanted the ball.

"I think Prongs is being smart... toning down a bit," Remus said lying down on the floor. "Lily is being decently nice, and it's definitely an amazing improvement."

"Yeah, it's nice not having to be near them during their massive fights... and not having to deal with a depressed James afterward," Peter added with a wheezy giggle.

"Very true, Wormy," Sirius smirked. "But seriously, do you actually want to go to Divvy?"

"No," Remus said, while James said, "Yeah."

"Awh, come on, Moony! Why don't you wanna' go?"

"I just have a bad feeling, like I normally do when I go into Tryust's classes."

"Please come with me, you guys! I want to make a good impression on Lily, but it would kill me to go to Divination alone!"

"Well," Sirius said loftily, drawing out the word. "I'll come with you, on one condition."

"What's that?" he questioned, expecting the worst.

"You need to help with our upcoming prank," Sirius said. "More then you are currently!" he added hastily, as James was about to speak.

After a short pause, James sighed and said in mock sorrow, "Yeah, that's fine... I was actually planning on helping more, anyways, but now I have something out of it!"

"You suck, you know that right?"

"Actually, I'm not a homosexual, but that's alright."

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, but how you worded it, Padfoot... well, you should know by now that you can't say anything dirty around us, just like we know not to around you," Remus said, chuckling. "Anyways, I think we should start walking to class now."

"Oh, so now you want to go?"

"Well, Jimmy —" Remus dodged James' oncoming attack "— sounded kind of desperate, and I always have a bad feeling about going into her class, so this isn't much of a difference than any other time," he said, shrugging while pushing himself off the floor, watching his friends do the same.

... ... ... ... ... ...

As the four of them climbed up the stairs and walked into the classroom, Sirius shot a reproachful glance across the room and muttered, "I can't believe you guys forced me into taking this at N.E.W.T. level."

"We didn't force, we just... prodded."

"Yeah, prodded a whole hell of a lot," Sirius said, grimacing, as he sank into one of the chairs around a circular table. The rest of the class, six Hufflepuffs and one Slytherin, were finally seated and Professor Tryust did not waste any time to delve into their lesson.

"– which is one of the main reasons the Inner Eye occasionally needs to be cleared –" Sirius heard, his head lulling forward, almost asleep. "– crystal balls, though Muggle 'fortune tellers' use them, they cannot fully grasp their Inner Eye. However, it has been proven that a decent percentage of them have some magical blood in them –"

"This is killing me," Sirius whispered.

"If it were killing you, I would hope you were writhing around on the ground," Remus said quietly, his eyes twinkling.

"Awh, you're so sweet, Moony!"

"He has consumed enough chocolate to be sweet, yeah," Peter said in the same volume.

"That is very true, Wormy," James said.

"Remind me again why I'm here?" Sirius whispered, reverting back to his original thought as Tryust was now explaining specific details within the different omens.

"Because you're a good friend," James said quietly, smirking.

"If he was a good friend, he would not be interrupting this class," Tryust said hotly, interrupting the Marauders' whispered conversation. "Now, I would like everyone to take a crystal ball from the side, and bring it back to your table," she said, back in her normal, airy voice.

"Yay," Siriuis mumbled, getting up with everyone else. Once everyone was seated again with their textbook, The Mysteries of Divination by Karven Knowing, off their table and their other textbook, Travelling into the Future, Grade Six by Gemlio Omes, was open in front of them, Sirius heaved a large sigh.

"I have no idea why I'm here still," Sirius said. "I always make things up."

"Yeah, so do I, but that's why it's so easy."

"And here I thought you signed up for N.E.W.T. level Divination because you enjoyed it," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "But since you are difficult, and forced us into this class with you, I'm actually going to attempt to do this correctly."

"So, does that mean you're actually going to try and look for a—" Peter started, glancing at his textbook for the correct word. "A, er– Trigonal Omen? or perhaps an Acerbus Omen?"

"What the bloody hell is an Acerbus Omen?"

"Acerbus means dark, in latin, so I'm assuming it means a dark omen," Remus said, shrugging. "And yeah, I'm going to try... I might as well."

"Well, what do you see, mate?" James questioned, smirking at Remus' face that was reflected in the crystal ball, thoroughly skewed.

"Give me a second," he muttered, frowning and squinting into the ball, just as Tryust appeared beside him.

"Can any of you see a certain omen?" she asked, gazing at them from over her spectacles.

"I can... kind of," Remus muttered, gazing intently, tilting his head as if it would make it clearer.

"Go on, go on! What do you see, Mr. Lupin?"

"I have no bloody idea," he said, frowning, not even noticing he swore in front of a teacher– though it looked like she didn't mind as she stooped down to gaze into the other side of the crystal ball.

"Yes, yes, I see a body, I believe," she muttered absently. "Yes, and I see the curved outline, distinguishing the mark of a Trigonal omen."

"I'm sure she does," Sirius muttered, smirking at James.

"Yes, and I see... I see..." she said, but trailed off with large eyes. "Not only is this omen Trigonal, but it is also Acerbus!" she exclaimed, drawing the attention of most of the class.

"Professor, does that mean there are three dark portions to that prediction?" one Hufflepuff student asked, horrified.

"Yes, I believe it does, Ms. Emal," Tryust said, mystified. "Yes, I recognize this omen... you, Mr. Black, flip to page two hundred and five!"

Raising his eyebrow sceptically, he slowly turned his pages, finally coming to the correct one.

"Read it out loud, child."

"Er, okay?" Sirius muttered. Reading the text in a clear voice, he read, "Aegresco Egresco; Latin to English, translation: to fall ill, become troubled, grow worse. An omen that contains the body of a man, crouched in the foetal position, with arms directly covering the face. Differentiating between Aegresco (see page. 207), Aegresco Egresco takes the slight tinge of a deep grey with dull green accents where Aegresco is completely grey. This omen has an outline with four grooves on each side, distinguishing it as a Trigonal omen. Due to the nature, this is also an Acerbus omen, putting the being predicting this in danger.

"Do I have to continue?" Sirius asked, pressing his lips together, knowing full well the full moon was only days away.

"No, no, I think the class understands now," Professor Tryust said, standing up straight. "Now, Mr. Lupin, I suggest you take extra precautions preceding and on the day of the fifteenth, as the moo— Mr. Potter! Get down here now! Mr. Black and Pettigrew, what in the blazes do you think you're doing?"

Remus looked away from his Professor and caught sight of James' legs before they promptly vanished behind the curtain at the back of the classroom. He also saw, or rather heard, both Sirius and Peter running maniacally around the room and promptly following James. Despite his burning face as Tryust almost blew his secret in front of the Divination class, he started to laugh as the three other Marauders ran out of the back with assorted scarves that belonged to their Professor. Much to the rest of the class' amusement and to Tryust's anger, Remus joined the others, took a scarf that was offered by Sirius, wrapped it around his head as the others had, and marched out of the room.

... ... ... ... ... ...

"Well, that could have been worse," Remus said, scrubbing a wall in the Entrance Hall.

"Yeah, it could've been," James muttered, still fuming over their Divination lesson earlier in the day.

"Bloody teacher, I knew we shouldn't've went!"

"Yeah, and didn't I say I had a bad feeling about that class today?"

"You said that you normally have that bad feeling though, Moony," Peter said as he was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the ground.

"You would think that Professor McGonagall wouldn't've given us such a public detention," James said, scowling as a few Slytherin seventh year sauntered by, laughing.

"Well, we did traipse along the corridors wearing out Professor's scarves that we took out of her room," Remus said, grimacing, though his voice held amusement.

"Well, technically we took them, you just joined in," Peter said, snickering.

"Yeah, true... and I have to say, thanks guys."

"You've said it many times, Moony," James said, laughing. "And, once again, it was no problem."

Just as he said that, Lily Evans, along with Victoria Clysdale, Kayleen Belen, and Alice Velan walked out of the Great Hall, and stopped dead.

"We heard about your events this afternoon," Victoria said, smirking.

"Yes, it figures you'd do something like that," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, you guys. I really would rather be in the common room right now."

"Yes, ma'am!" Kayleen said, smirking at Alice. "Bye, guys! By the way James," she said, walking backwards, "Lily wasn't too impressed!"

"Figures," James muttered, watching Lily furiously pull Kayleen up the stairs. "That's just bloody great!"

"Well, we all know who to blame this on," Sirius said, his eyes trained on Kayleen walking away.

"Me, I know."

"Not you, you dimwit! Honestly, Moony!" Sirius exclaimed, taking his eyes off of Kayleen's retreating back to throw his wet sponge at Remus' head. "No, it was Professor Try-stupid."

"Professor Try-stupid?" James asked, smirking, tossing the sponge back to Sirius. "That was brilliant."

"Shut-up! Anyways, I think we should put our gelatin prank on hold."

"What!" James exclaimed. "Why the hell would we do that? I finally said I'd help more, and there you go, postponing it!"

"We won't postpone it for a long time," he said, leaning against the wall. "I just have a better idea!"

"Oh, and what does that entail?" Remus questioned, squeezing his dirty sponge out into a bucket.

"Three words... Tryust, crystal balls, Astronomy tower."

"That's five words, buddy," Peter said, sitting on the ground, abandoning his cleaning.

"Okay, if you want to get all technical, three phrases. Are you happy?"

"Yes."

"Alright then, I have three phrases," Sirius said, putting emphasis on the last word. "What do you guys think?"

"I think we should talk about it later, you know, in our dormitory... in private," Remus said, glancing at some Slytherins exiting the Great Hall.

"Good idea, both of you," James said, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "I think I have the perfect execution plan, too!"

... ... ... ... ... ...

"Prongs, I can't believe you dropped a crystal ball that landed on Evans' foot."

"Shut up, Padfoot."

[Author's Note]

Hey, did you guys like it? :) I enjoyed writing it, even though it took me a few hours. I can't wait to continue with this, and I think it'll be pretty cool. And, don't worry for you RtB followers. I'll still be posting to that as well! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this series, and REVIEW PLEASE! :)

By the way, all that Divination stuff was complete bull... but I had actually looked up Latin words, and those are real... aha.