Three Mischief Makers + One Rat

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james potter

TODAY IS JAMES POTTER'S BIRTHDAY

and that's all i have to say about that

(This was posted on 3-27-2018)

Mrs. Potter: I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.

James: What about my job at the Quality Quidditch Supplies?

Mrs. Potter: Okay, fine. Other than work. And no owl.

James: My owl is sick.

Mrs. Potter: Then no wand.

James: I need my wand for school. Mrs. Potter: Then, no... uh... *glances at Sirius* No Sirius.

Sirius: What?! No Sirius?!

Mrs. Potter: NO SIRIUS!

Sirius: Couldn't help but notice you've spent a staggering amount of time with Evans lately.

James: *rolls eyes*

Sirius: No need to look like a deer in headlights. I'm just stating a fact

James: *rolls eyes again*

James: THE DEER PUNS STOP NOW

Sirius: You're positively fawning over her

Sirius: *grins*

James: If you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a new best friend

Sirius: Oi! Where are you going? You've got man's best friend right here!

James: *makes a rude hand gesture at Sirius*

Remus: You're really in the doghouse, Padfoot

Peter: Yeah. You better watch out, or Prongs'll replace your shampoo with flea dip again

Sirius: Okay, oka — wait, what do you mean AGAIN?

[before being interrogated by the police]

Remus: Sirius, don't say a word.

Sirius:...

Sirius: Fergalicious

Remus: I said no words

Sirius: oH I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble it's not a word and now suddenly it is a word because it's convenient for you

The Mirror of Erised

One night under his invisibility cloak James Potter wandered, it was quite abnormal to find him alone like this. He had been feeling pretty down lately for one reason or another and decided once everyone was quiet in their beds to take a walk. He came across a room with a very large mirror and decided to play the game of having no reflection under the cloak. This always gave him a chuckle for whatever reason.

However when he stepped in front of the mirror he nearly jumped, for in the mirror was a picture of himself, a little older, and Lily Evans, also older, holding something wrapped in a blanket. Then a little hand reached out and James, in the mirror played with it, and he realized it was him and Lily, together, with a baby. He must have been watching the mirror for at least an hour when something dropped down beside him making him jump. Then worrying him even more he realized it was Lily and with huge eyes asked what she saw.

“A mirror silly, what are you doing up anyways?”

“oh, couldn’t sleep, but look if I move away…”

as he did Lily whispered oh so soft he couldn’t be sure that he actually heard it. After a few moments he asked her what she saw, she responded quickly, her cheeks flaming.

“Well I believe from reading it somewhere that its the mirror of Erised, which shows your deepest wants and desires, I see myself working as an auror for the ministry of course…”

James spun a story about the house cup.

They sat for quiet awhile staring, just far enough away that they could both see their images. However, what neither told the other was that their pictures were the same..

remus lupin

Remus helping the rest of the Marauders study for the O.W.L.s

"Okay," Remus said slowly, making sure his friends were following along. "Let's go over this one more time. If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venemous. Got it?"

"I think so. . ." James said, trailing off uncertainly.

"Wait! I have a few questions!" Sirius yelped. "What if I bite it and it dies?"

"That means you're poisonous," Remus responded dryly.

"What if it bites itself and I die?" Sirius asked.

"That's voodoo."

"Okay, but what if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Remus was starting to get annoyed. "That's correlation, not causation."

"All right, but what if I bite it, and neither one of us die?"

"That's. . . kinky?" Remus said uncertainly. Peter laughed.

In Heaven (or wherever the hell the Marauders went)

Sirius: You know, it's funny. Your ancestor helped create fundamental healing potions and your father invented a popular hair potion. What did you create?

James: The savior of the Wizarding World.