Howdy there, I'm Jessiqua and this is my 100 seriously mischievously unmanaged drabbles about my FAVOURITE marauders; Mr. James Potter and Mr. Sirius Black who belong to the incredible JK Rowling ♥

They're in chronological order from First year to, probably, James' death. Not all of it is true to JK Rowling's words, though.







Two handsome boys with dark, messy hair hoarded the Hogwarts Express. Destination – Hogwarts! Whilst saying goodbye to their parents, the boys met and became instant friends. On the train, they sat with their heads together over a book, laughing.

“What is that ugly plant CALLED?” shrieked Sirius.
“It’s-a-it’s-a-Man-MANDRAKE!”
“I hope we get to plant those in Herbology!”
They both toppled over laughing, until someone opened the carriage door.

“What are you being so loud about?” she asked.
“Sorry, we… I’m James,” he said, standing up.
“I’m Lily,” she said, and walked off.
James looked at Sirius. He was smitten already.

“Tell me about yourself, Lily?” James asked at the feast. He was happy he was in the same house as Lily.
She looked at him and said “Well, I’m muggle born – if that’s what you mean. I have an older sister, and I don’t take kindly to bullies,” she said firmly.
“Whoa James, been here an hour and already you’re getting people’s wands in a knot,” he said, elbowing his already best friend.
“Sod off Sirius,” James said, turning back to Lily. “That’s not what I meant. But, tell me about the muggles, I really don’t know anything about them.”

James and Sirius were late to Transfiguration.
“Five points from Gryffindor,” the Professor said, morphing into a human.
The two boys didn’t care about point deductions – “You can turn into a CAT?” James asked.

She gave them a stern look and they quickly went to sit down. Remus and Peter were up the front sitting together, next to – Lily!

“Hey Lily,” James waved, getting her attention.
He stopped when the Professor eyed him… again. He stopped talking before he was given detention.
He elbowed Sirius and said, “I like Evans.”
Sirius rolled his eyes at James, saying “I know, James!”

In the common room, Sirius and James had a small box of runes. They were trying to read them, but didn’t understand. Sirius decided it would be fun to throw them at objects to gain points, and soon he and James were throwing them at people reading books.
“OWW!” said a girl, rubbing her head. Her head of dark red hair.
James elbowed Sirius. “Oww,” he said, “What was that for? 10 points!”
“Lily, are you okay?” James asked, rushing over to her.
She eyed him and said, “I’m fine. Just stop throwing them before you really hurt someone Potter.”

Around 10pm the first years went up to the observatory for Astronomy. James spotted Lily looking for a star, and thought it was the perfect setting.
“I’m going to ask Evans out, you know, on a date.”
“To where, the Great Hall?” said Sirius and laughed.
“SHH,” the Professor warned them.
James walked over to Lily with his telescope and cleared his throat. “Erm… Evans, will you go on a date with me?”
“No,” she said “Sorry Potter, I’m not into you that way.”
“Is it that Snivelly guy you like?” James asked.
“That is none of your business Potter!”

The boys returned to the common room where there was a fresh pot of tea and cold milk. James poured a cup for Lily and took it over to her.
“Err… thanks Potter.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t poison it,” he said, replying to the look on her face. He sat down next to her. “Just drink it and give the cup to me,” he said.
She reluctantly did as she was told, and handed it back to James. He looked at the leaves and tried to read them for interpretation.
“Practicing already? Potter, Divination isn’t until third year,” Lily said.

Monday morning – “Double creatures!” Sirius groaned.
James threw the dirty sock he had been wearing at Sirius, and it hit him across the face. He yelled and threw it back over to James.

The boys made their way down to the lesson, where they learned about Fire Crabs. They roared with laughter when the Professor explained where they shot fire from. Half the class, and the Professor, joined them in laughing, but the other half, including Lily, just frowned as they interrupted the lesson.

“You will be feeding them,-” The professor started, but Sirius said,
“Feeding them through their backside?”

“Double Potions with Slytherin,” groaned James.
“’Sokay James. You can sit next to Lily,” he joked.
“Shut up! She will sit with that other Slytherin guy with the greasy hair,” James said sadly.
“That snivelling looking guy? Oh James come on, how could Lily chose him over you?” Sirius asked.
“Dunno.”

They made their way to potions, where the jolly professor introduced himself as “Professor Slughorn.”
James saw the look on Lily’s face when she saw Severus. It lit up with a smile as she went to sit next to his greasy haired hooked nosed self.

“I don’t get it.”

Professor Grange was standing at the doorway with his wand pointing at all the students as they filed in. They all looked scared and confused. When James and Sirius walked in, however, they took out theirs and pointed them at the Professor.

When he saw them do this, his hard frown relaxed and he cheered them. “Well done Mr. Potter and Mr. Black! 20 points to Gryffindor!”
Everyone’s mouths fell open.
“Class, when someone points their wand at you the first thing to remember is to PULL OUT YOUR OWN WAND! Otherwise they will have the benefit of creaming you.”

Friday night in the common room, James and Sirius were sitting in front of the prefect, Jonah. They were trying to annoy him by making annoying sounds; clicking their tongues and clearing their throats.

Jonah, having enough of them, closed his text book and whomped them over their heads with it.
“OWW What was that for?” they yelled.
“Stop ANNOYING me! I am trying to do my homework,” he said fiercely.
“What homework is that? Gitfiguration?”
“No, if you must know, it is arithmancy.”
“Koh, the books is so heavy! Let’s not take that class,” they said to each other.

“Lily please help us!” Sirius groaned in the library.
“No,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Evans, we’re begging you!!” James said, “This History of Magic homework is horrible.”
She lifted her head up to look at them, and rolled her eyes. “What do you need help with?”
“Well will you be my girlfriend?” James asked.

She looked at him blankly, “What did I say last time?” she asked.
“That you would love to be!”
“No, I said that I was not into you that way.”
“Oh come on Lily,” Sirius said.
“No! Now do you need help?

James and Sirius had slept in! Well, it wasn’t the first time. James woke up abruptly when something hit him in the face. It was heavy. It was a textbook.
“OWW!” He said, and threw it back at Sirius – hard. Both boys got ready, bleeding from their noses.

When they made their way in to the Charms class, Professor Flitwick had stopped what he was doing to look at them.
“Why are you so late? It’s 30 minutes into the lesson.”
“We had an accident,” Sirius said, pointing to his nose.
“Go to see the School Nurse boys,” he sighed.

“Flying!” James said, excited. He wanted to join the Quidditch team, and had been practicing all Summer to get his skills up.
“Oh yay I’m SO excited,” Sirius said with sarcasm.
James frowned and said, “You don’t like flying?”
“Not really, I prefer having my feet on the ground,” he said, and laughed. “I don’t mind if other people’s are OFF though.”

On the pitch, they began Flying around, and James made sure he used his skills to impress the Flying Instructor.
“Potter, have you considered trying out for your Quidditch team?” she asked.
“Oh, you think I’ll get on?”

“Potter, Black, before you come up with such nonsense I suggest you read Hogwarts, A History,” Professor McGonagall snapped at them after suggesting the founders were Animagi currently living in the lake.
The exchanged looks and mimicked her sour expression and laughed in silence.

After class, the boys made their way to dinner. When they went back up to the Common Room, they spotted Lily sitting near the fire with a pile of books surrounding her.
“Hey Evans, can we borrow that?” Sirius asked.
She looked up and handed them Hogwarts, A History, “Take care of it,” she said nicely.

“Sirius you never clean our Dorm!” James complained one morning, throwing all of Sirius’ sprawled out clothes at him. “UGH!” he yelled in disgust, picking up a pair of socks which smelt so bad they had stink waves. He lunged at Sirius, pinning him down and tried shoving the sock in his mouth.
“GERROFEMAGERROFJAMES!” Sirius babbled out.


They pulled apart and started to laugh, before Remus walked in looking bewildered. “What did you two DO to this room? It looks like a bomb went off!”
Sirius looked around with a smile before replying “Why Remus, I was merely making improvements.”

“Now everyone, I want you to put on your Dragonhide Gloves,” Professor Sprout said.
The Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws all put on their dragonhide gloves to get started with the lesson. They were harvesting firebush seeds.

After listening to the instructions, James and Sirius found a bush to harvest together, and gathered all their equipment. Unfortunately, somewhere between listening and going off together they had followed a whole different set of instructions.

Their seeds had all been thrown around and had caught three different plants on fire.
“DETENTION POTTER, BLACK!” Professor Sprout said with fury in her eyes, almost crying.

James and Sirius made their way back up to the castle, trying to fight of the giggles as they received their first of, what they knew, to be many detentions.
They ran up to the castle and down to the dungeons, where they ran into Professor Slughorn. The boys tippled over and bumped their heads.

Professor Slughorn started chuckling, saying “Boys, boys, you can’t brew a potion down there! Why don’t you get up and join the rest of your classmates inside, hmm? Just clean your cauldrons and I’ll give you more instructions,” and continued out to the store cupboard.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Sirius said, looking at the Whomping Willow.
“She is, mate. How did you find it?” James asked. It was silly, feeling like they discovered something on the grounds of Hogwarts. They had been there a few weeks and only NOW found it?
“I was just running away from Filch and saw it. I tried to get closer to it and it slapped me with a branch,” Sirius said.
“Wicked,” James replied.
“See that there?” he said, pointing to a little nut at the tree base, “I wonder what that is.”
James shrugged, “Can’t get close enough.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.
“Well, my dad says that there’s this wand in my family but nobody knows where it is,” James replied.
“Well… what’s so special about it?”
James shrugged, “I think it’s the most powerful wand in the world or something, dad doesn’t really know much about it.”
“Then how does he know it’s in YOUR family?”
“Well it’s just a rumour, that the first person to ever have it is one of my dad’s ancestors.”
Sirius said “Imagine the fun we would have if we found it. We could give Snivellus the biggest bat-bogey EVER!”

“Did you get yours signed?” Sirius asked grumpily, throwing his bag across James’ room.
“Yeah, why? That witch didn’t sign yours?” James asked.
“No, she said I was such a muggle lover I didn’t deserve to go. What a load of old toads! Just because I stuck up a Gryffindor flag in my room.”

“MUM!” James yelled.”
They heard footsteps ascending the stairs, and Mrs. Potter poked her head in the door.
“Oh hello Sirius, I didn’t hear you arrive. How are you mu dear?”
“His mother won’t sign his Hogsmeade form, mum, do you think you could sign it?”

“AHHHHHHHHH!” James screamed as he landed on the floorboards.
“What is it?” Sirius grumbled in the bed opposite him.
“It was a Veela, she was so… beautiful. I just wanted to… see her better,” James said.
“What?” Remus asked in confusion.
“She wanted me to come closer, and I jumped off the balcony and… landed on… on the floor.” James was confused. What had happened? How did he land on the floor?

The boys cracked up laughing.
“I know you gotta get over Lily, but honestly I don’t think you have any higher chance with a Veela, mate,” Sirius laughed.

“GROSS WHAT IS THAT?” Sirius yelled, pulling back the sheets of his bed.
Frank looked down at it in disgust, Peter took a few steps backwards, Remus stepped forward to pat it, and James started laughing.
“It’s a Kneazle,” Remus says, picking it up and stroking it.
“It looks like an ugly squished cat. Like the one my mother has,” Sirius spat out.
“Maybe it is your mother’s, she just wants you to know how much you mean to her,” James laughs out.
“Hey James, guess who has an Idea?” Sirius asked with a mischievous grin spreading on his face.

In the early hours of Christmas, Sirius and James had snuck out to explore the castle. They were determined to discover secret passageways, and knew there must be some in existence. Covered by the invisibility cloak, of course, they rounded a corner and noticed something out of the window. They walked over to the window trying to peer out, but couldn’t make it out. Who else was awake at this time?
James looked through his telescope and bit his tongue hard to stop himself from laughing. It was Filch and Mrs. Norris, on what appeared to be a moonlight picnic.

“Mother, this is James, James, this is mother. Come on, I’ll show you my room,” Sirius said reluctantly, yanking James away before the woman had a chance to say anything.
They climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway to Sirius’ room.
“Oh, Master Sirius, a friend?” Asked a curious voice. James turned around and thought, he’s not that bad, don’t know what Sirius is on about. “Bet he’s a filthy muggle lover just like Master Sirius. Oh, yes, look at that filthy lion badge he wears. My poor mistress…”
James laughed.
“Sod off Kreacher. Go and iron my underpants.”

James and Sirius sat at the House Table with the other Gryffindors as the new students walked in. They giggled, like always, at the little runty firsties. He loved the look on their faces when the Sorting Hat opened its ‘mouth’ and addressed them all. A mixture of fear and revulsion, then relief.
After the first Slytherin had been sorted, a small boy who looked down his nose, James pulled out his wand, muttered something and pointed his wand, causing the boy to trip over and land by Professor McGonagall’s feet. McGonagall looked towards the two boys, fuming. Detention already!