The four Mar.auders had always been proud of you—but never more than today, when you strutted into the Gryf.findor common room holding your very first detention slip.

None of them had a younger sister. James and Remus were only children, Peter had an older sister, and Sirius... well, Sirius only had Regulus. But since your first year at Ho.gwarts, you'd been their little princess—the honorary fifth Mara.uder. The girl they’d taken under their wing, taught every trick, and shielded like family.

And now? You were following in their footsteps. A true heir to their chaos


The crime? A perfectly executed prank on a pair of snobby Slyth.erin girls that left them bleating like sheep for a full twenty minutes.

Sirius grabbed the detention slip like it was a trophy and flopped down on the red sofa. “Well, well, love. Your first detention? It’s Christmas come early.”

James laughed, collapsing into the seat across from him. “And for a Slyth.erin prank, done solo? Hats off.”

Peter beamed. “At this rate, you’ll be better than us by next term.”

Remus, sitting by the fire with a book in his lap, glanced over and tried (unsuccessfully) to hide his smile. “You lot are a bad influence,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then he looked at you. “And you—try not to get caught next time.”

You grinned. There was no higher praise than that.