Peter Pettigrew lies facing down his bed and swinging his feet.
- We could buy Fireballs That Don't Burn from Zonko and turn on the Great Hall so they would have to evacuate it.
- We did that in fourth, Peter. Also, if you buy it, it does not have the same grace. We have to do something ourselves. It's the end-of-year prank. It is a classic.
In the middle of the night, in the dark in the boys' room, neither James nor Peter comes up with nothing worthy of being remembered as The Great Sixth graders. Well, Peter figures to take the pictures of the seventh students and get all of them to have the body of a hippogriff, but Sirius already did that in their second year. Only the body was from Professor McGonagall. James was amused. Not so much McGonagall.
-Didn't Remus say that he will brush his teeth and came right back?
Peter continues to swing his feet.
- Yes. That's what he said.
Over a quarter of an hour ago, by James's calculations.
-And where the hell is he?
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Marauder crack
FanfictionHere I bring to you, native and non-native English speakers, the English transcription of Marauder!Crack by Irati, a fanfiction that revolutionized the fanfiction world of Harry Potter, more concretely the Marauder's Era in Hispanoamerica. I am not...
