Hope you like this story ;) I got the idea for it from a fanfic in www.fanfiction.net
anyways, this chapter is still not the story...well, kind of. Its like the introduction to the journal ;)
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Introduction to the Journal
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Mr. Prongs most graciously welcomes you to the Memories of Mr. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Ms. Stringi, pranksters extraordinaire.
Ms. Stringi would like to pronounce that you will be able to find here our memories, bits and pieces of things and lots of other stuff.
Mr. Moony wishes to declare that Mr. Prongs is an exceedingly large git for writing something so insane.
Mr. Padfoot agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that also featuring in our memories is Quote of the Day, a description of Myself, Stringi, Prongs and Moony, and hilarious events including the first trip on the Hogwarts express, pranking the Slytherins and other selected recollections.
Mr. Moony articulates that also included are other important events consisting of things other then pranks and Slytherins.
Mr. Prongs would like to register how boring Mr. Moony's proposition sounds.
Ms. Stringi would like to object to what Mr. Prongs articulates. Ms. Stringi would also like to remind him that I am a Slytherin myself.
Mr. Prongs wants to make clear that Ms. Stringi doesnt belongs to Slytherin, no matter what the Sorting Hat says.
Mr. Padfoot wants to interfer in this discussion and propose some sort of pact…
Mr. Prongs suggests that we start with 'we solemnly swear that we….'
***We solemnly swear that we will always be true friends, outside of Hogwarts or in, we will always stay loyal to each other, and will never betray each other's trust for anything. Forever we will always be Moony, Stringi, Padfoot and Prongs.***
Ms. Stringi congratulates Mr. Padfoot on his pact.
Mr. Moony would like to express his astonishment that Mr. Prongs could have come up with such an excellent pact.
Mr. Prongs would like to make the pact official, and therefore begs that Mr. Moony, Mr. Padfoot, Ms. Stringi and myself sign the parchment.
Signed:
~~ Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, Stringi~~
As told by Mr. Padfoot:
Quote of the Day: Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse behind.
Greetings to you on this fine day. Welcome to The Memories of Moony, Stringi, Padfoot and Prongs.
Prongs suggested that we start a journal so we can record our greatest moments together and our achievements so that we can read them when we get old and saggy (I hope that day doesn't come too soon, and personally, I'd rather not think about that), and we can read it to out great-grandchildren. So that's why we've started this journal. In case you were wondering… So, pull up a seat and read to your heart's content! Not that you should be reading anyway. Only precious few, (Me, Prongs, Moony, and Stringi) have the power and authority to open this book.
If you are reading this it either means that:
a) We are all dead (Merlin forbid that!),
b) One of us let you read this (Personally I can't see that happening), or
c) You are a sneaky little slimy git and have snuck in and read it of your OWN accord.
Though a very clever git you must be, since, with my incredible talents I have placed a number of spells to keep people like you away. By now you must have very sore hands, or boils all over your face or something similar. If you have then good for you! Hope it hurts! Tell me when the stinging starts.
A word of warning, (not that I should be warning you), if you keep reading and don't know the password, warts will appear in other places, so: CLOSE THIS BOOK.
Okay, now that all the sneaky gits are gone, (if you're not gone yet then I hope those warts and boils are giving you an immeasurable amount of pain! Just wait a little longer, you haven't experienced the worst of it, yes it gets worse!) I shall inform you that this is more a collection of short stories recounting past and present events then a journal.
Anyway, in this book thing you'll find our greatest and worst memories, also our greatest pranks to date, and everything else in between, oh, and we even have Quote of the Day, which is a nifty little thing that I made up, so if we hear a really good quote we'll put them in, (most of the time we can't think of many quotes so there might be a certain lack of them).
This book is a treasure, our whole life is here...and we hope you can see how brilliant the four of us are.
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In the Present...
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"We were quiet funny" said Emma with a giggle
"but we were brilliant!" exclaimed Fred
"do you really put many spells on it?" asked Ted raising an eyebrow
"oh yes I did" answered Fred with a smirk
"So...do we continue reading?" asked James
"sure! but first, each day is written by someone of us, right?" asked Emma
"yep...we all put our points of view from different days" answered Ted
"good! then I was thinking, that the one who wrote should be the one to read" suggested Emma
"thats a brilliant idea!" said James
"We always knew you were the brain in the group Stringi" said Fred with a smirk
"oh no...the brain is Teddy" answered Emma "he is the one who spends hours in the library"
"well...whatever, your idea was brilliant!" said James
"So, you were the first to write Emma" said Ted passing the journal to Emma "You are the first one to read"
anyways, this chapter is still not the story...well, kind of. Its like the introduction to the journal ;)
________________________________________________________________________________
Introduction to the Journal
________________________________________________________________________________
Mr. Prongs most graciously welcomes you to the Memories of Mr. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Ms. Stringi, pranksters extraordinaire.
Ms. Stringi would like to pronounce that you will be able to find here our memories, bits and pieces of things and lots of other stuff.
Mr. Moony wishes to declare that Mr. Prongs is an exceedingly large git for writing something so insane.
Mr. Padfoot agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that also featuring in our memories is Quote of the Day, a description of Myself, Stringi, Prongs and Moony, and hilarious events including the first trip on the Hogwarts express, pranking the Slytherins and other selected recollections.
Mr. Moony articulates that also included are other important events consisting of things other then pranks and Slytherins.
Mr. Prongs would like to register how boring Mr. Moony's proposition sounds.
Ms. Stringi would like to object to what Mr. Prongs articulates. Ms. Stringi would also like to remind him that I am a Slytherin myself.
Mr. Prongs wants to make clear that Ms. Stringi doesnt belongs to Slytherin, no matter what the Sorting Hat says.
Mr. Padfoot wants to interfer in this discussion and propose some sort of pact…
Mr. Prongs suggests that we start with 'we solemnly swear that we….'
***We solemnly swear that we will always be true friends, outside of Hogwarts or in, we will always stay loyal to each other, and will never betray each other's trust for anything. Forever we will always be Moony, Stringi, Padfoot and Prongs.***
Ms. Stringi congratulates Mr. Padfoot on his pact.
Mr. Moony would like to express his astonishment that Mr. Prongs could have come up with such an excellent pact.
Mr. Prongs would like to make the pact official, and therefore begs that Mr. Moony, Mr. Padfoot, Ms. Stringi and myself sign the parchment.
Signed:
~~ Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, Stringi~~
As told by Mr. Padfoot:
Quote of the Day: Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse behind.
Greetings to you on this fine day. Welcome to The Memories of Moony, Stringi, Padfoot and Prongs.
Prongs suggested that we start a journal so we can record our greatest moments together and our achievements so that we can read them when we get old and saggy (I hope that day doesn't come too soon, and personally, I'd rather not think about that), and we can read it to out great-grandchildren. So that's why we've started this journal. In case you were wondering… So, pull up a seat and read to your heart's content! Not that you should be reading anyway. Only precious few, (Me, Prongs, Moony, and Stringi) have the power and authority to open this book.
If you are reading this it either means that:
a) We are all dead (Merlin forbid that!),
b) One of us let you read this (Personally I can't see that happening), or
c) You are a sneaky little slimy git and have snuck in and read it of your OWN accord.
Though a very clever git you must be, since, with my incredible talents I have placed a number of spells to keep people like you away. By now you must have very sore hands, or boils all over your face or something similar. If you have then good for you! Hope it hurts! Tell me when the stinging starts.
A word of warning, (not that I should be warning you), if you keep reading and don't know the password, warts will appear in other places, so: CLOSE THIS BOOK.
Okay, now that all the sneaky gits are gone, (if you're not gone yet then I hope those warts and boils are giving you an immeasurable amount of pain! Just wait a little longer, you haven't experienced the worst of it, yes it gets worse!) I shall inform you that this is more a collection of short stories recounting past and present events then a journal.
Anyway, in this book thing you'll find our greatest and worst memories, also our greatest pranks to date, and everything else in between, oh, and we even have Quote of the Day, which is a nifty little thing that I made up, so if we hear a really good quote we'll put them in, (most of the time we can't think of many quotes so there might be a certain lack of them).
This book is a treasure, our whole life is here...and we hope you can see how brilliant the four of us are.
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In the Present...
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"We were quiet funny" said Emma with a giggle
"but we were brilliant!" exclaimed Fred
"do you really put many spells on it?" asked Ted raising an eyebrow
"oh yes I did" answered Fred with a smirk
"So...do we continue reading?" asked James
"sure! but first, each day is written by someone of us, right?" asked Emma
"yep...we all put our points of view from different days" answered Ted
"good! then I was thinking, that the one who wrote should be the one to read" suggested Emma
"thats a brilliant idea!" said James
"We always knew you were the brain in the group Stringi" said Fred with a smirk
"oh no...the brain is Teddy" answered Emma "he is the one who spends hours in the library"
"well...whatever, your idea was brilliant!" said James
"So, you were the first to write Emma" said Ted passing the journal to Emma "You are the first one to read"