Mischief Managed...
1971
Four little lads,
With nothing in common
And their wands in hands.
One a pure blood
With round glasses and messy black hair,
One a Muggle born
Scars, freckles and downturned eyes,
Another pure blood
Quiet and shy, but with a indecisive glint,
Lastly a heir of dark wizardry
Loud, Cheery and mischief written all over,
Despite the upbringing
The sorting hat would choose
For it sees mystery & bravery
In each of the four hearts
Courage, chivalry, and nerve
They would rise under the blazon of lion
Proud Gryffindores, would they all be
Destined for far greater things
James potter, a born leader
Sirius Black with a family he loathes
Little Peter Pettigrew tagging along
With Mysterious Muggle Remus Lupin
In the Gryffindor common room
Four of them were a sight to the eye
Young lads with no care for the world
All fun and games, pranks until one night
A night of the full moon soon dawns
Freckled lad would scamper in the dusk
To the whomping willow he goes,
What he didn't see were the three shushed shadows
Curious of the secret that left Remus sour
Every morning after the full moon,
The secret behind the howling ghost
Of the shrieking shack that scared 'em all
Full moon arrives and the three would wait
Where their friend was, a creature would lay
Howling and crawling in agony and pain
A werewolf was ripping the freckled boy's flesh
Three friends would run back to the castle
Shook were they, from the new found darkness
When the freckled Muggle return to the dorm
Three sets of eyes waited for him with adoration
They would leave him, he feared but
The heir of dark wizardry had a different plan
A mischievous glint in the eyes through black curls
To trek in the moonlight to be free in the breeze
For the sake of the unlikely friendship
The love and the newfound respect
For this little lad with the untamed creature
Lurking inside his bones and shadows
They would go through brittle page by page
To find the spells, concoctions anything that waved
For them to chant and make and try
For their friend to not be alone at nights
Meanwhile the glassed lad would make up his mind
To make them immortal in everyone's mind
The lads who did the unimaginable, unthinkable
The lads who let their inner animals thrive
Later in years Remus would memorize
Melancholy but with utmost adoration
"They became Animagi"
The creatures who would travel the moonlit nights
The paths of the dark woods and the castle grounds
The stag, The dog, The rat and The wolf
Creatures of magic, Bonded with brotherhood
Young lads with skins of wild and souls wilder
James, best seeker Hogwarts ever had seen,
Prongs a wild stag, tampering against the breeze.
Sirius, handsome rebel, proud defiant of his family
A black curly dog sniffing the wood, Padfoot.
The jumpy slow lad, Peter with a mind for plans
Wormtail the rat, scampering trough moonlit grass.
Smart and loyal Remus, the head prefect of lions
Wolf leading the pack, moony under the moon.
Whispering to the map,
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"
Whatever destination the future holds for them
An unbreakable brotherhood was formed.
Unexpected love, hate, betrayals and mistakes
As time would tell
Death and spells would pull them apart
But...
The dream of the messy haired lad on a broomstick,
The four lads who did the unimaginable,
Made their name immortal in hearts,
"The marauders" would wave their wands
No matter how they were pulled apart,
Even beyond the fine veil of life and death
They would whisper in unison
With the playful glint in their eyes
"Mischief Managed..."
