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That's What It's All About by a_shooting_star

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 23,040

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, A. Longbottom, F. Longbottom, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OtherCanon
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 05/27/2006
Last Chapter: 07/26/2006
Last Updated: 04/21/2007

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Thanks to Midnight Cityscape for the amazing banner! Frank, Remus, Peter, Sirius and James. 5 Gryffindors, 5 different people, 5 best friends. The Girls have had their say and now it’s the Boys turn. Welcome to their life * * Part two of the 'Five Friends' trilogy! Sequel to 'Love Starts With A Kiss'  Sequel is posted! * *

Chapter 6: Epilogue

A/N – It’s a long one… prepare yourself! Then again you did ask for it ;) Thank you to all my reviewers! You’re all fantastic =)

Remember when it comes to the letters – Frank is underlined , Remus is in italics , Sirius is in bold italics and James is in bold . If you find it confusing please let me know and I’ll change it ;) Oh and the first bit is McGonagall – I hope this isn’t as confusing as it sounds!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter =) that of course belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.


“Hurry along now, Jackson, Black – your group is in the library, Carter, James, your group is in the Great Hall, ” McGonagall barked as her students made to leave the room. Her eyes were flashing as she thought of the reason they had to leave her lesson, but then again, if Albus wanted something, he usually got it, it didn’t matter that it took up valuable teaching time.

“Black, Potter, Lupin, Longbottom, you are going next door. Fields, Meadows, Vance, Jones and Evans you are to stay here. Your task is on the slip of parchment and I expect it completed before the end of the lesson. I will be walking around the rooms and I expect you all to do your best on this.” She paused for a moment, “I’m sure you all remember what it was like to be new and Professor Dumbledore thinks it may be a nice idea for you to pass on your,” she stopped as if she was looking for the correct word, “wisdom.”

You are required to write a letter to a muggleborn student, to be given to them once they receive their Hogwarts letter. It must include:
1) Information about Hogwarts
2) Information about Lessons
3) Information about Leisure Activities
4) A little bit about yourselves
5) Advice
You must not: Be biased to any other house and/or write anything detrimental or degrading about anyone living or dead
I will be expecting at least a two foot letter from the five/ four of you and it needs to be suitable for a younger person. It needs to be welcoming and cheerful.

Black, I am warning you if you write anything in this letter that is not suitable you will be in detention until you leave and before you say how will she know who wrote it, I will.

“This is going to be boring,” Sirius muttered the second Professor McGonagall left the room. He couldn’t help but feel surprised that McGonagall had actually left them alone for more than a minute as usually she monitored anything the Marauders did like a hawk. Sirius shrugged off his surprise though and led back in his chair lazily before turning to pull a face at Remus “Are you writing Moony?” He did his puppy dog eyes which, while they might have worked on some people, his friends were immune to them.

“Why do I have to?” Remus objected strongly, “I think Frank should,” He wasn’t in the best of moods. The full moon was coming up and even though, he was usually a happy-go-lucky person, he was annoyed about being not being able to use this lesson as a last minute chance to study.

“Me?” Frank grinned, “We all know the Head Boy should,” He laughed at James’ expression which was one of pure shock. He poked his tongue out at James who gave him an evil stare.

James looked at all three of them before breaking into a smile. He held up the quill and placed it in Remus’ hands silently. They all gave him a strange look but he nodded grandly as if that would explain it all.

“No,” Remus said strongly and he tried to hand the quill back to him. “I’m not doing it.”

“Looks like you are,” Sirius laughed hysterically at his as Remus tried to let go of the quill but couldn’t. He could manoeuvre it around so he could write but he couldn’t remove it. Remus pulled a face.

“Fine then,” He sulked, “I’ll write,” He handled the quill gently glaring around at all the guys who just smirked back at him.

“Glad you saw sense,” James finally spoke, “We all knew you were the best person for the job,” He grinned cheekily leaving Remus fuming. They all loved to wind Remus up because they knew he could take it. They had tried winding the girls up but James found that they got a bit too snappy so Remus really was the best person for it. Just not around the time of the full moon.

Remus seized the bit of parchment from Frank and stared at it for a moment, his quill poised as if he were going to write. He looked up at his friends and raised an eyebrow. Sirius gave a laugh, Frank rolled his eyes and James smirked. Remus placed the quill on the parchment and began to write;

Hello soon to be Students of Hogwarts,
My name is Remus Lupin and I’m going to be your narrator for the letter. Why? Sirius says it’s because I’m a geek. Thanks Sirius, I really appreciate comments like that. We’re four seventh years, soon to be leaving and we’re in writing this because we’re being made to. We should be doing transfiguration.

“Oh I don’t mind,” James muttered, “It’s better than practicing spells that we all know over and over again.”

“And that’s why we’re should protest against it,” Remus sighed.

“Power to the people,” Sirius exclaimed leaning back in his chair so it tottered in a precautious manner. “We should take this to the Wizardgamot!”

“Power to the People,” Frank looked at Sirius curiously for a moment, “Where did you hear that one?”

“You sound like a political acti… acti,” James stuttered, “A political acti…. Moony, what’s the word?”

“Activist,” Remus replied scanning over the letter briefly, “Where did you hear that Sirius?” he repeated Frank’s previous question.

“Off the Muggle Wireless,” Sirius replied with a grin, “Tia’s brother was listening to it when I went over to hers,” He grinned at that memory and was about to divulge more details when Remus, obviously sensing Sirius’ plan, jumped in.

“I don’t think we can write that James,” Remus reprimanded taking the quill back of James who had decided it was his time to write but, instead, Sirius took the quill off of him. He squealed in disgust and pulled it back.

“Moony, you squeal like a girl or rather than a girl, a piglet,” James laughed, “And you’re not erasing that bit. We need these people to know that their letter writers are being unfair…”

“MR POTTER, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT UNRELATED ARTICLES?” The booming voice of Professor McGonagall filled the room making everyone jump. James pulled a funny face before answering in a deep voice which subsequently made everybody chortle. You could almost hear Professor McGonagall’s disapproval.

“Of course not Professor, we’re talking about our introduction,” He smiled a charming smile in the direction of the door and Sirius rolled his eyes. He whispered to James.

“You know that smile will never work, Potter.”

“Just watch,” James said knowingly.

“You better have been Potter, otherwise you’re in trouble,” The boys waited for a minute before they started to count to ten. James gave Sirius a look that just said ‘Touché’ and the elder boy returned it with a withering look. Surprisingly Remus was the first to pass ten before saying.

“And that’s why we should stick to the subject in question,” He laughed mentally though at the situation arising between James and Sirius. They seemed to be having some kind of conversation about winning McGonagall over using only facial expressions.

“Oooh, Goody two shoes,” Sirius said in a ridiculously high voice, still glaring at James, “Isn’t he perfect, isn’t he amazing?”

“Thank you,” Remus smirked before continuing.

As I wrote before my name is Remus and I’m a Gryffindor. My best friends are Sirius who is slightly insane, James who is a tad hyperactive and Frank who is too nice for his own good. There’s also Peter but he’s got tutoring during this lesson so he couldn’t make it. He’s a lucky so and so.

“You forgot to add that I’m a sex god,” Sirius muttered, “Why couldn’t I write?”

“Because you didn’t want to,” Remus sighed again, “You’re welcome to if you want to.”

“Maybe later,” Sirius raised an eyebrow and wiggled it around mischievously, “You can write the boring stuff.”

Anyway moving on swiftly, we are supposed to tell you about Hogwarts. What are we meant to say apart from how AMAZING it is? You’ll never experience anything like Hogwarts ever again in your life so be prepared for an adventure of a lifetime. The castle is like something our off a fairytale and. I’m sure what you want to know about Hogwarts are the secret passages and the hidden rooms. Of course we cant say to much in this letter because I would be prepared to bet my last galleon that the lovely Professor McGonagall will be reading this but let me just say; they’re there and don’t we know it.

“Forever poetic aren’t you?” Frank joked, “I don’t know where you get it all from, I couldn’t even write Alice a song.”

Remus blushed slightly before just laughing in response. He loved to write, he just didn’t do it very often.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t pass on our perils of wisdom,” Sirius said dramatically after double checking the room to see if McGonagall was there, “You know I’m sure there is a Marauder out there just waiting to be trained,” His eyes closed for a second as he pictured a bunch of hell raisers tearing through the castle, hexing Slytherins and leaving swamps in places they shouldn’t be. “You know they might even give Filch a run for his money.”

“I think we do a good job of that,” James grinned, “Look at the Dungbomb incident. I don’t think he ever recovered.” His face broke into a jovial look as he remembered when the day they had discovered Filch’s living quarters. Like most things, the Marauders did it was done by chance and boy, did they decide to make the most of it. They had sneaked into it that night while Filch was doing his nightly rounds and left him a little present. He smirked at the memory of Filch storming up to Professor Dumbledore the next morning and screaming at him. Of course, Dumbledore had known exactly who had done it but he hadn’t said anything. James couldn’t help but think it was a very good job McGonagall hadn’t been there to hear Filch’s little outburst; that could have turned ugly.

“Can you honestly see yourself as a teacher for Marauders or any kind of teacher for that matter?” Remus turned in shock whispering quietly, “I couldn’t picture it myself. You would take the mickey out of the smart kids and congratulate the naughty kids. Poor McGonagall would have a field day,” He smiled at the thought of Sirius teaching, the idea was hilarious. He liked Sirius but he couldn’t see him being a teacher. Then again, Sirius probably could be an excellent one, just like all of the Marauders; Remus’ smiled dropped as he realised this. At least Sirius would have the chance to be a teacher; Remus’ dreams may never come true.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You can bet I would get some idiot and I’d just go mad. Imagine me teaching here, I’d be fabulous. Gryffindor would win the cup every year; I could take points from Slytherins just because I wanted.” Sirius answered while charming a paper aeroplane to fly around the room, “Wow, look at it go. I think this could be a record… OH MERLIN… LOOK AT IT GO.” He followed it around the room with his eyes until it flew out of the open window.

James clapped while Frank and Remus looked on in sheer amazement. They weren’t amazed because of Sirius’ spell work; they were amazed because of the way James and Sirius were entranced by it. Remus smiled warily; sometimes those two were too much. For two people so smart, they could always be taken with very simple things.

“I don’t hear writing,” Sirius said again in that ridiculously high pitched voice which drives everyone insane, “Moony, Moony, Moony, that kind of thing will get you in trouble. If it gets you into trouble, then it’s definitely going to get us into trouble. Then it will all be your fault. Thanks a bunch Moony, thanks a bunch.”

“Shut up Padfoot,” Remus threw a piece of parchment at Sirius who charmed it to fly back towards him. Remus threw up his hands in disgust, sitting back in his chair sulking. Frank took that as an opportunity to seize the quill and he began to scribble, making it impossible for the guys to continue their paper war. That was probably a good thing, Frank thought wryly, Paper fights and the Marauders never went down well, especially not in detention. He grimaced at the thought.

“Let me have a go,” James pulled the quill from Remus’ hands before Remus had the chance to protest.

Hogwarts is made up of four houses, one of which you will be sorted into unless there is something wrong with you. I won’t reveal the way in which you’re sorted but it could because you harm.

There’s Gryffindor, which is the best, Ravenclaw, for the nerds, Hufflepuff, for the shy one’s and Slytherins. If you go into Slytherin, then you know you have done something wrong.

You live in these houses, eat in them and sleep in them. Each house has it’s own head, for instance in Gryffindor, we have Professor McGonagall, or our Minnie! She’s lovely.

“She’s going to go mad,” Remus said as soon as Frank had put the last full stop, “We’ll get another detention. She hates it when we call her Minnie.” He raised an eyebrow at Sirius. He didn’t particularly want another detention as he wanted to make the most of all his time left at Hogwarts. Detentions were fun though, sometimes, especially ones that involved being outside. Some of the others had been hideous; cleaning silver, cleaning the greenhouse and cleaning floors. Teachers seemed to think the only way to suppress the Marauders was to get them to clean. The trouble with that was that cleaning nearly always leads to a water fight. That always lead to disaster and nearly always [Remus couldn’t think of a time when it didn’t] lead to detention. Cleaning was never a good idea. Cleaning = Detention.

“She loves it really,” Sirius grinned, “And besides, she is our Minnie. Nothing could change that. We just like to be familiar with her. The same way she calls us… erm… well never mind” He grinned at the many, many times he had called Professor McGonagall; Minnie. In transfiguration, at breakfast, quite a lot of the time really, every time she would react with the same comments; “Mr Black, such familiarity is not tolerated.” or just the easy to remember; “BLACK, DETENTION.”

“It’s true,” James nodded, “I heard her telling Flitwick that we were her favourite students.”

“I somehow doubt that,” Frank laughed, “We’ve, well you three, have been in detention more than anybody else I know. I think her favourite student is probably Hestia.”

“Or Lily,” James piped up loyally, “But I still think it’s us.”

“This is veering of the subject slightly. Sirius, you can be the one to deal with her reaction then,” Remus mused, imagining Professor McGonagall’s less than happy face when she read this. He could almost hear her yelling, “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, MR BLACK, THAT YOU MUST ADDRESS ME AS PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL,” He laughed and pulled the parchment out of Franks grasp. Frank gave an outraged grasp but Remus just shrugged. He seized the quill as if it were a weapon and wrote.

Lessons at Hogwarts can be quite fun at times.

“Remus, lessons are never fun,” Sirius interrupted, “Unless we get to sneak off to the library, in which case – they’re just great.”

“Padfoot,” James burst out forgetting to lower his voice, “You hate going to the library. You’re always saying that Pince scares you with her obsession for books. And besides you’re always telling us that you hate lessons, all lessons.”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat with a dry laugh and he answered back coolly, “I love the lessons when it’s just Tia and I and we sneak off to the library. When you and Lily are doing work, I’m doing other things,” he smirked, “You know what they say about corners?”

“No,” James replied with a straight face, “What do they say about corners?”

Sirius went all flustered for a minute there and Remus fought the urge to laugh. James and Frank weren’t as courteous and burst into laughter as Sirius answered, “Erm something I’m sure. Corners were made for couples,” He grinned sheepishly running a hand through his hair before adding, “Merlin, I’m good.”

“Oh right,” Remus snorted knowing Sirius had made that up of the top of his head. He fought the urge to laugh. “So good Sirius, you have a talent.”

“I do?” Sirius couldn’t keep the surprise from his voice

“Yeah a talent for bul….”

“MR POTTER,” The four boys looked up and saw Professor McGonagall regarding them with an evil look, “If I hear one more word that is not related to the task in hand then I will be issuing you with another detention, all of you, and 20 points from Gryffindor,” she paused and James was sure it was for dramatic effect, “each”

Remus, realising that Sirius was going to say something, placed a hand across Sirius’ mouth. Frank did the same for James leaving both boys rendered speechless. Professor McGonagall watched them do this for a minute.

“I think that might have been a wise idea, Lupin, Longbottom. I warn you I will be returning shortly.”

She walked out and Remus removed his hand from Sirius’ mouth.

“Sirius, you tried to bite me,” he wiped his hand down Sirius’ robes, “That’s disgusting. Bad doggie.”

Sirius grinned successfully, “Well you shouldn’t try to shut me up. You of all people should know that you cannot silence Sirius Black.”

“Don’t we all know it,” Remus muttered pulling a face, “You’re so great; you get to talk about yourself in the third person.”

“You can’t say anything Mr Perfect, You aren’t so quiet, I know you’re not.”

“I’m not,” Remus answered honestly, “I never said I was. People just make assumptions. I’m not always quiet, I know that.”

“Well you should be,” Sirius glared at him strongly but Remus just smirked before grabbing the quill again. He didn’t like the way this conversation was going and it wouldn’t be long before McGonagall was back so, he began to write again. He didn’t get far though before Frank asked to write and Remus obliged.

Well I like lessons. You’ll take Transfiguration which is pretty cool, potions which is torture, Charms, I like charms, and Herbology which is amazing along with some others.

You learn in different ways at Hogwarts but most lessons involve practical work, except for History of Magic which is taught by a ghost. I’m sure he talked himself to death you know. He sends everybody, even the best student in our class, to sleep. In potions though, you get to blow up the dungeons as I have done many times or have potions blown up over you like my lovely Alice did to me. Luckily it was the good luck potion! And I certainly got lucky!

In your third year you can take Divination which is a waste of time, Arithmancy and Muggle Studies in which you could sleep in that lesson. I advise you take it.

“You didn’t mention Ancient Runes,” Remus pointed out and Frank pulled a face.

“That’s because it’s so unbearably boring,” Sirius joked, “He didn’t want to torture any of the first years by suggesting that they take it.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE,” Remus almost yelled again and James, Sirius and Frank all jumped back. A look of fear crept into Remus’ eyes as he waited but luckily nobody appeared. No-one spoke though, still expecting the formidable boom of McGonagall’s voice to come through. He liked Ancient Runes and while he didn’t mind Sirius insulting it behind closed doors he did mind in public. Remus found it to be a truly interesting subject and he couldn’t help but think that more people should take it up. He was very passionate about his classes.

“Why is it not true Moony?” Sirius whispered grinning cheekily, knowing that his friend was easy to wind up, “And by the way, I wouldn’t advise yelling like that. Not only is it not good for the ear, I don’t think Professor McGonagall would like it.”

Remus made a very rude hand gesture in Sirius’ direction prompting a theatrical gasp from the man himself. There was still no sign of McGonagall but Remus wasn’t going to take any chances. There wasn’t that long left at school and he needed a clean record. Werewolves were already discriminated against enough. He already had enough detentions to mar his record and while that wouldn’t harm Sirius or James’ personal records, it wasn’t good news for Remus.

“Oh Moony, this essay isn’t going to write itself,” Sirius piped up again and Remus just stared at him strongly, he knew what Sirius was trying to do. Winding Remus up was Sirius’ personal favourite game when the teenager himself was bored. Usually Remus didn’t rise to the bait but with the stress of the full moon, he felt his anger rise. Sirius winked playfully back to show he was joking, going to grab the quill but Remus closed his fingers around it and began to write. His temper calmed for a moment as he realised that Sirius was only joking. It was the bloody full moon; it made him feel angry when he shouldn’t. A few noises from Sirius distracted and disturbed him but he continued as if nothing had happened.

Now onto leisure activities at Hogwarts, we don’t really do leisure activities but they are out there. I think there’s chess, gobstones and some others. Sirius advises you not to join them though and make your own leisure time by pranking Slytherins and staring at girls. I do not agree with this.

I play Quidditch at Hogwarts which is only the BEST game ever. Gryffindor has won ever since I joined back the team back in my first year and I love it. I’m captain of our team as well as a Chaser. GO GRYFFINDOR! I can imagine nothing better than sliding through the air on my Nimbus 1050 instead of being stuck here in this stuffy classroom.

“Prongs, Prongs, Prongs,” Sirius smacked him playfully around the head, “You twist everything around to Quidditch.”

He said this and everyone turned to stare at him. James wondered what was wrong with his best friend while Frank searched for some Polyjuice Potion. Remus just raised an eyebrow in his direction before saying, “When did you turn into me? How did you turn into me?”

“I think the question you should ask is why you turned into him,” James interrupted, “Merlin, Siri-Pie, my best buddy himself, we need you back. Come back from the light, fight the urge. You can do it… COME ON.”

Frank snorted and managed to refrain from laughing while James just burst into hysterics at his own comments. Sirius gave Remus and James an evil look. Even he had to admit though, it was very unlike him to say anything like that. He just felt like being the sensible one for once, just to try it out. He didn’t like it, he decided with a mischievous look, best to leave the sensible things to the sensible one himself. He answered back cheekily, but with a serious face. He liked to confuse people - it was just a shame it didn’t work most of the time.

“I don’t appreciate comments like that Moon-Man and Jamesie-Wamsie. I would never turn into Remus, imagine all that grey hair.”

“Moon-man,” Remus shook his head in disgust, “I really thought you could have come up with something better than that. And for the record Sirius, it’s not grey… it’s blonde,” without waiting for Sirius’ answer which he knew would be a scathing ‘Sure, sure, sure’, he seized the quill again and began to write. However Sirius had other ideas and while Remus was thinking off what to put, he stole the parchment away and produced a quill as if from nowhere.

Remus would like you to know that Hogwarts has an outstanding library, although I can’t personally see the attraction. He would also like to tell you himself but I stole the parchment. Anyway it has a lot of books and a lot of corners. I don’t like the library though and broom cupboards are much more to my taste.

“You cannot write that Sirius,” Remus repeated for what felt like the tenth time today [and in reality was about the seventh. He had had to tell Sirius off while he was attempting to do his Divination Homework. According to Sirius, troll wars were only to be interrupted if a troll wedding was to take place] and he pulled the quill out of his hand, “Really, you heard what McGonagall said,” An exasperated look marred his features, leaving him looking older than usual and more than ever like a teacher. He hated being the good one in the group, sometimes, and late at night he would wonder what it would be like if he wasn’t a werewolf. He would be more confident, he decided, but probably just as studious. Life would be better though and a lot easier.

“Mr Moony, teachers pet,” Sirius singsonged in response, jerking Remus out of his thoughts, “I’m telling the truth. I’m sure this little Marauder or Marauderette will grateful for my tips,” Sirius grinned thinking of that little devil himself running around Hogwarts causing trouble again. If only, he could stay to watch it then life would be perfect. Especially if it was a beautiful Marauderette - just perfect for little Sirius Junior. Of course a little Marauder would be a great match for the gorgeous, currently unnamed, child of Sirius. He kept these thoughts to himself though; he knew James would find it incredibly funny that he was planning his future.

“They’ll be 11 years old,” Frank laughed, “You’re corrupting 11 year olds. What if an 11 year old could stand up to Peeves? He would be so shocked that he would probably leave the castle,” The thought of the ickle firsties tormenting the worlds most annoying ghost made them all laugh, so hard in fact that they didn’t even notice a tabby cat come in the door all most quietly. It made no noise except a harsh mewing lost in the sound of the boy’s laughter. Perhaps, they should have taken more notice.

“MR LONGBOTTOM,” they all jumped at the sound of none other than Professor McGonagall. She walked in the room, giving them icy glares, and sat down at the front of the room. Knowing their fun was over for a while as McGonagall had just opened a book, Sirius pulled a face towards Frank while James mimed laughter. Remus just rolled his eyes and began to write. His arm was now getting quite sore, he didn’t like long essays. At least the detention was half over now; at least he hoped it was. Remus’ thoughts wondered to the girls and he couldn’t help but wonder what they were up too. Lily would be writing their letter probably and his Dorcas, his beautiful Dorcas, would be doing a ‘Sirius’; leaning back in her chair making sarcastic comments. He grinned at the thought of her and picked up the quill again. Sirius, at least he thought it was Sirius, poked him in the side and he jumped. Rolling his eyes, he continued to write.

Okay, we’ll move on fast again because I’m sure you’re a little worried, if not scared of us. We’re really not as mad as this is making out. Now its time to tell you a little about us; Sirius is sat there begging with his puppy dog eyes so here he is;

I’m Sirius, as my good friend Moony just said and I like to be first. I don’t think that I’m mad either, Moony just misinterpreted me. I’m the joker/prankster/sex god of Gryffindor and I’m a pureblood [not that it matters] and I was the first person in my family to be sorted into Gryffindor [GO ME!]. I’ve got wonderful friends and a beautiful girlfriend who is my complete opposite. It’s actually unbelievable that she, a smart and intelligent girl, would go for me. I’m smart yeah but I don’t behave like it. I’m a rebel too, I suppose, as I ran away from home to live with my best friend. I’m Sirius Black and I live life to the max.

“It’s Frank next,” Remus ordered gently, remembering that McGonagall was in the room, and Sirius pursed his lips. Sirius couldn’t help but think he could have written more, he had so much wisdom to impart. Well it wasn’t so much wisdom, as random useless points but they might find it funny. Sirius liked being the entertainer; it gave him the attention he so desperately craved.

“Don’t do that, you look like…” James broke off about to add a name to his sentence when he remembered who was at the front of the room. Instead he gestured to the front of the room, where McGonagall was looking on with an identical look to which Sirius had been wearing only moments ago. Remus just stared, unable to believe the similarities while Frank put his hand over his mouth to prevent laughter from coming out. Sirius had no such qualms and he let out a laugh, deciding afterwards to disguise it as a cough.

“Mr Black, do you have a problem?” Professor McGonagall asked coolly. The guys couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t just throw them out. Although they were doing the task in hand, they were making a hell of a lot of noise. Any other day it would have meant it was another detention but today McGonagall just seemed to be ignoring it. It was most odd.

“I have a cough,” Sirius said politely, well politely for him, “It’s giving me a lot of trouble; I think I may need to see Madame Pomfrey later, maybe she could give me a potion. I bet I caught it off Hestia, she said she had a sore throat yesterday at lunch,” He mimed coughing again obviously to add to the effect and he clutched his throat in agony. “It really hurts Professor…”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow but returned to what she was doing silently. Sirius looked outraged at the type of care he was receiving and he let out an extremely throaty, deep, painful sounding, fake laugh. It made everyone look up but just as Professor McGonagall was going to say something, Frank let out a laugh. McGonagall’s eyes narrowed and she returned to her book glaring. James grinned cheekily towards his friends and Frank pulled the parchment out of Sirius’ hands. Sirius looked very outraged but of course he couldn’t say anything which made Frank smiled triumphantly. Remus just put his head in his hands in exasperation.

“I’m next,” Frank declared grinning. He wasn’t really sure what to write but he just wanted to see James’ response. After all he could talk about…. Erm, what could he talk about… he was beginning to regret being so hasty. He quickly scanned the parchment for ideas but none began to form.

“I wanted to be next,” James whined, “This isn’t fair.”

“Oh ssh,” Remus poked James who just glared in response. “You can go next.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Frank, eager not to look stupid, just picked up the quill and began to write. He cringed at his messy handwriting but then again, looking above, it was quite neat compared to Sirius’ scrawl.

I’m Frank Longbottom. I’m quite a simple person. I like sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room with my amazing girlfriend Alice or a good duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Especially against a Slytherin.
I’m a nice guy according to everyone. I wouldn’t hurt a fly but that isn’t strictly true. I went through a pretty difficult time in my life but I came through in the end.
I’m the member of our group that’s indecisive. I didn’t have a detention to my name until I became friends with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter but now I have loads. I have done things that I wouldn’t have even dreamt of and hexed people I have always wanted to hex.
I’m liking life at the moment but I don’t really want to leave Hogwarts; I’m off to Auror training and I can safely say I’m just a little bit scared out of my mind

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Sirius jeered softly and Frank was completely sure he was joking, “It’s not like we’re going to be killed. It’s only Auror School”. He instantly regretted saying that because; he too, was going to Auror School. Black’s had a notoriously bad name in the ministry and he was dreading joining the Auror’s. The man in charge, Alastor Moody, had been at war with his father for as long Sirius could remember and although Sirius wasn’t like his father [he hoped], he wasn’t sure how Moody would react.

“Shut up,” Frank said uncomfortably, “I’m just nervous okay,” He didn’t particularly like talking about it but he did have severe doubts about going to Auror School. Everyone kept saying that this was the wrong time to apply and that they were excepting all kinds of riff-raff into Auror School because they were desperate. He wanted to be so successful. He wanted to prove to everyone that he could do something with himself.

Professor McGonagall coughed loudly and the guys took this as their sign to shut up. They wouldn’t have usually but because they couldn’t actually be bothered anymore, they went quiet.

“James, do you want to go next?” Remus offered but James pouted like a child. Everyone refused the urge to comment at James’ face because that would have meant laughing, which would have drawn McGonagall’s attention to them.

“I wanted to go first,” He grumbled, “But Sirius had to go first.”

“You’re not five years old James,” Sirius said with a grin, “If you were, I’d call you Jamie and you would be in bed.”

“What would you know about 5 year olds?” James retorted.

“My cousin is five,” Sirius deadpanned, “Or maybe four.”

“Isn’t Nymphadora three years old?” Remus asked slowly.

“Maybe,” Sirius shrugged, “She’s adorable, so cheeky.”

“You can go next,” Remus said slowly as if he were talking to a little child. James narrowed his eyes before saying.

“I’ll go last,”

Remus took the quill sighing. He didn’t mind going next but he knew James was doing it to be difficult. Pushing back a sarcastic response [he was being too sarcastic as it was], he pondered what to write.

As James couldn’t go first he wants to go last so here I am. Remus Lupin at your service. I’m one of those people you’ll see think ‘he’s a geek’ but as my friends will tell you; never judge a book by its cover. I’m different to everyone in ways I won’t go into but life can be cruel at times to me so I’ve suffered quite a bit.
Hogwarts helped though, I didn’t think I would be able to come but here I am, seven years later, in transfiguration, proving those people wrong. I love Hogwarts so much as I love to learn, love to eat and love to spend time with my friends. That’s what Hogwarts means to me: my friends!
I’m the brain behind our group apparently which shows how different I am from my girlfriend and also my friends. Life is hard, I’m the first one to admit it, but sometimes there are days when you know it’s all worth it.

“Finally,” James yanked the parchment out of Remus’ hand and subsequently smeared the ink. Remus looked horrified but James just continued, “Now look what you’ve done. Really Remus, you should be more careful.”

Remus looked outraged at this but Sirius and Frank kept laughing. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out meaning that Sirius and Frank kept laughing even harder. He pointed his wand at the smudge and it disappeared leaving Remus feeling relieved. It wasn’t his fault he was a perfectionist, it’s not like it is a bad thing.

“Shut up Prongs,” he hissed later on but James just smirked. “I didn’t do anything,” James scrunched up his nose, much like a rabbit.

“Sure you didn’t,” James grinned before turning his attention to the parchment in front of him. It was becoming increasingly full with different types of messy scawl. His was the untidiest, he noted with a laugh. Damn Remus, for having such neat handwriting. No wonder the teachers loved him “Now, ssh! I’m trying to write.”

“He’ll write all about Lily,” Sirius teased, “Or about Quidditch,”

“Mostly about Lily,” Frank laughed, “You know what he’s like.”

“Ah leave him alone,” Remus sighed, “I want to get out of here.”

“You… want… to… get… out…” Sirius said in a stage whisper. He smiled politely at Professor McGonagall who looked up, naturally. Professor McGonagall looked quizzically at the four of them but they didn’t say anything so she just returned to her book.

“Ssh,” Remus poked Sirius in the ribs and he squeaked. James looked up from his parchment.

“Would you two be quiet, I’m trying to write,”

“You haven’t written anything,” Remus pointed out the obvious, “Except that dot there.”

“I’m trying to think,” James groaned, “And you’re putting me of my train of thought.”

“You haven’t got enough thoughts to fill a train,” Sirius replied, bursting into laugh, “You get it?”

“We get it,” Frank answered, “Now, James, I suggest you write.”

“Leave off.”

He wondered what to write, he could write about Lily forever but this letter was about him… He could write about him forever too, he thought with a smile. He was the Head Boy; he deserved to leave some kind of legacy to the students of Hogwarts. They should know that it is possible to be responsible and be a prankster too. He grinned at thought and began to write.

I’m last but definitely not least. I’m James Potter. I’m a prankster too but a prankster with responsibility. You know you are reading the words of the Head Boy of Hogwarts 1976. That’s me! I actually got Head Boy. I’ve had a great life and I don’t see it slowing down as I get older.
I’ve got great friends, five to be exact who I would do anything for and I hope they would do anything for me. They shouting at me that they would, so that’s good. I’ve also got a beautiful, smart, lovely girlfriend who I adore with all my heart.
I’m the leader of our group; the one that makes all the nitty gritty decisions ranging from who to prank or how much butterbeer shall we buy. This could be you one day kiddo, so I’d start practicing saying ‘No , we cannot have that today. Wait until next week’. Not only will it be ideal when you have kids but also if you have friends who behave like five year olds.

“Excuse me?” Remus practically yelled in a stage whisper. [Trust him, it is possible].

“I think you should erase that?” Frank said with outrage, his voice still as soft as before.

“We do not,” Sirius burst out and he didn’t bother to lower his voice. All three guys hissed at him and he gave the ‘Who me?’ look.

Remus, Frank and Sirius spoke at the same time after reading James’ last comment. The guy himself just leant back on his chair with a laugh. “You so do!”

“We do not,” Sirius replied indignantly, “Prongs, I expected better of you.”

“I was joking,” James smirked again and Remus just rolled his eyes, “We all behave like five year olds.”

“Especially you,” Frank murmured under his breath. Sirius and Remus obviously heard him as they broke into identical grins. James pouted, again, and turned on the eyes which made many people go weak at the knees.

“Fine, I’ll delete it,” James said but he made no move to erase it. “What shall we do now?”

“We still have a quarter of a foot to go,” Frank whined “We’ll never make it.”

“We could talk about….” Sirius broke off, realising he had no idea what to say. “Um, We could talk about the girls of Hogwarts and… um…and…”

“We could say about Hogsmeade?” Frank suggested weakly.

“Or about the food,” James added

“We could talk about Peter?” Remus suggested half-heartedly. After all, it was better if they talked about Peter as opposed to Sirius’ love life. The boy’s all exchanged a look wondering what they could put “He’s one of us, isn’t he?”

“He is,” James answered after about a minutes pause, “He is, indeed.”

“What could we say though?” Sirius asked and Frank had to admit, even though it wasn’t very nice, it was very true.

“He hasn’t got a girlfriend,” James stated, “Except for that time, he told us he had a girlfriend. I knew he was lying though.”

“What did you say to that?” Remus asked softly, “I didn’t really know how to act; I mean why would he lie to us?”

“I just looked at him,” James replied, his tone very quiet as not to alert McGonagall’s attention to them. “I couldn’t say anything.”

”I was kind of mean,” Sirius said sheepishly, “I just laughed. He shouldn’t have to lie, I’m sure there is a girl out there that likes him.”

“Instead of discussing Mr Pettigrew’s love life, I suggest you return to the task I set you,” Professor McGonagall said from the front of the room. She approached them slowly and all four boys smiled charmingly. She scanned the parchment before returning it to James.

“You still have half foot to go,”

“Half a FOOT,” Frank burst out, “I made it a quarter of a foot,”

“Longbottom, I suggest you change your tone in voice. That is only a foot and a half and I asked for two feet.”

“Yes Professor,” Remus sighed and disguised it as a cough.

“Another one of you with a cough, I suggest you and Mr Black visit Madame Pomfrey, Mr Lupin.”

“Yes Professor,” She walked away to the front of the room leaving all four boys pulling faces at her back.

“You can start if you want James,” Remus offered.

“Gee thanks, I suppose,” James picked up the quill again, “I’ll be the brave one.”

I’ve decided to tell you a little about Peter know. Its mainly to fill up room but I feel like I have to because even though he associates with Slytherins, he is not a bad guy and he is [no matter what you say] a fellow marauder. Peter is very loyal.

Peter has been our friend ever since the first day at Hogwarts. He fell out of the boat and Sirius tried to rescue him, so ever since he’s been part of our crowd. Evan though he has become distant lately, I still look on him as a close friend and confidant. Sirius would like to add that Pete’s a marauder and MARAUDERS STICK TOGETHER! Although his spell work is not perfect and he shouldn’t aim spells at teachers, he is one of us.

Sirius raised an eyebrow as he wrote this as did James. It was a nice way to put it but the way both guys were feeling this evening, they felt like writing something different. After all, it was Peter’s fault they were in detention. He shouldn’t have sent the hex if he knew it was going in the wrong direction, they knew accidents happened but this didn’t really seem like an accident. Peter had his wand pointed in the obvious wrong direction, meaning that his hex hit a teacher. It was all rather strange but James thought it was better not to dwell on it. After all, it could have been an accident.

“Did he really fall out of the boat? I know that Alice did but I wasn’t sure Peter did,” Frank asked suddenly and James looked sharply up. McGonagall had her gaze fixed firmly on them and they were all loathe to answer. Except of course; Sirius.

“He did indeed,” Sirius grinned, “And I was the one to rescue him. I am such a nice guy.”

“You’ve got such a big head,” James tutted. “And we’ve still got more room to fill up. Let’s give our advice.”

“I don’t really have any,” Frank muttered, “I’m not the best person to be giving out wise advice, I haven’t exactly had a ‘wise’ life.”

“That should help you, shouldn’t it?” Remus said gently, his tone much softer than anyone elses had been all night, “Just write it from the heart and you’ll be surprised how wise the advice will be.”

“Thanks,” Frank smiled slightly. Sometimes Remus was too damn smart for his own good, but it was at times like this Frank was grateful.

“I’m not giving out wise advice,” Sirius feigned horror, “I’m giving out the best kind of advice there is.”

Our advice to you:

Sirius – Never ever go out with a slytherin, unless you are one. Inter house dating can be messy and isn’t really worth bothering with.

Frank – Talk your problems out with a friend. It really works and I think you’ll be happier. It may be corny but it’s true.

Remus – Get on the right side of teachers, then you are set for life. Annoy any teacher within the first week and prepare for a torturous existence.

James – Keep Pranking…. Because if you don’t then, I think your life will be very dull!

“Trust you,” Sirius slapped Remus around the head; the second Professor McGonagall left the room. Remus retaliated by cuffing him around the ear, “Get on the right side of teachers…blah, blah, blah. You know sometimes I’m quite disappointed in you,” He smiled cheekily to show Remus that he was joking and Remus returned the gesture. Sirius knew he had to be careful as to how far he pushed Remus, as it was so close to the full moon, but he knew it was okay. His smile increased as he heard Remus’ response.

“Well least my advice is useful,” Remus said acting very offended but really, he was shaking with laugher inside “There are some nice people in Slytherin you know…” He desperately tried to search for them, knowing what the next question was going to be, but he drew a blank.

“Like who?” James enquired giving Remus a curious look.

“Erm, I dunno. Ivy… some it or other, But that’s not the point, my advice is better than Sirius.”

“Ivy,” Sirius let out a scream, “She’s hideous, awful… I detest her.”

“You don’t even know her,” Frank replied, raising an eyebrow, “She hexed you once, so you hate her?”

“You never hex Sirius Black,” Sirius declared, “Besides she hangs around with Bella and that can’t be good. I just don’t get a good feeling from the girl.”

“I like your advice mate,” Frank interrupted, sensing that Remus was about to make an extremely sarcastic comment and knowing what comments like that can do he was eager to change the situation, he looked at James with a grin. James smiled gratefully and nodded, before making a big gesture of handing the quill back to Remus.

“Moony, oh Marauder Moony, One thinks it is time to finish the letter so we can go and…”

“Do our Homework,” Remus finished.

“See the girls,” Sirius chipped in.

“Get some lunch,” Frank piped up.

“I was thinking actually get some food but they all work,” James answered, “Except yours Moony, that’ll never work. I don’t think we have any homework,” He grinned to all his friends focusing on Remus who was about to protest but surprisingly he didn’t. For once in his life, he could actually say he enjoyed this lesson [he didn’t usually unless they involved lots of dangerous spells!]. James leant over Remus and scanned the letter through; it was full of random goodness and true marauder-isms. He smiled as he thought of McGonagall reading through it, she was going to go crazy. It was almost a shame Dumbledore couldn’t read it, he would appreciate it.

“Go on Moony, do something poetic,” James urged.

“Memorable,” Frank added.

“Cheesy,” Sirius grinned, “Come on Moony, what are you waiting for?”

Remus smiled towards his friends and accepted the offered quill from James. He wondered what to write, what to say that could possible fulfil all of his friend’s wishes. A plan formed in his head and he grinned, writing in his best handwriting. He looked up as McGonagall entered the room again but that didn’t stop him from continuing.

Hogwarts will be the best time of your life, cherish it, look after it and never take it for granted as when its gone you’ll be sorry.

Good Luck and Have Fun.

“That was perfect,” James laughed, “So poetic, so memorable…”

“And so damn cheesy,” Sirius continued, “No wonder the ladies love you.”

Remus whacked him over the head at that point causing McGonagall to look up sharply. Remus winced knowing what was coming; he had almost forgotten she was in the room.

“Mr Lupin, what are you doing?”

“I was patting Sirius on the head,” Remus improvised, “We’ve almost finished and I was congratulating him on a job well done.”

“I’ll have you know the girls finished nearly an hour ago and you’ve missed nearly all of your lunchtime,” McGonagall smirked and the guys all gasped, “So if you hadn’t been congratulating your friends and talking about unrelated articles then you may have been done earlier. The girls did it in very near to silence.”

“Well aren’t they perfect?” Sirius muttered under his breath.

“What was that Mr Black?” McGonagall shot back.

“Nothing Professor,” Sirius replied in an annoying voice.

“Well get back to work or else, I will be handing out detentions for tomorrow night. I do believe Mr Filch requires somebody to help him clean out the unused Dungeon.”

Everybody shuddered at that, the unused Dungeon was notorious for dust, spiders and grime. The Marauders [and Frank] had only had it as a punishment once, for being caught in Hogsmeade after curfew, and they hadn’t surfaced for nearly a whole day. When they had, they had been covered in dirt, rubbish and there was an unidentifiable smell surrounding them. None of them had left the shower for long that night.

“You have to sign it,” Remus handed the quill over to Frank first after writing a short line. “Shall we sign it from Peter?”

There was a silence as they all looked at each other. They knew what each other was thinking, an advantage to spending so much time together, but weren’t going to say it out loud.

“I suppose we have to,” James replied slowly, “I’ll do it after my name.”

Your fellow pranksters and purveyors of mischief

Frank, Remus, Sirius and James and Peter as he is here in mind but not in body.

P.S - If you are some kind of goody-two shoes, you may want to ignore it. Unless you want it to convert you…

Remus handed it silently to McGonagall who skimmed it before nodding. The three guys picked up their stuff in silence before moving to go out the room. Frank was almost out the door before McGonagall spoke.

“Oh and boys,” they turned around to look at her. She was still sat at her desk, smiling slightly at them.

“Yes Professor,”

“I had a word with Professor Dumbledore and I’ll be expecting you in detention tomorrow night with Hagrid. Don’t think you can graffiti the Slytherin’s dormitories and get away with it.”

“Wha…” Sirius interrupted but a mischievous smile had already appeared on his face. “Do you have any proof?”

“Do I need any?” McGonagall raised an eyebrow but the four boys grinned cheekily. “Oh and that shrine to me wasn’t really necessary although it was rather flattering.”

“We think it was,” James bowed low making McGonagall roll her eyes, “You’re the best Minnie.”

“Off with you,” she stood up walking towards the door, “I believe you’ll be going into the Forest tomorrow night for your detention.”

The four boys exchanged a look, all four of them thinking that that was hardly a detention – more of a school trip. They all turned to Minerva, smiling broadly again.

“I must enquire though, how did you get the stars to spell out my name?” she asked softly, “And even Professor Dumbledore cannot get them to stop twinkling.”

“See you taught us something,” Sirius winked and yet again McGonagall rolled her eyes, “Minnie, you’re the best.”

“How many times do I have to tell you Mr Black,” She shook her head, “Go you four, before you land yourself into another detention.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sirius laughed and the chattering of the four boys could be heard as they walked down the corridor. Minerva smiled fondly towards the door before returning to sit in her seat – this time with her feet up and a box of Honeydukes finest having magically appeared. She took one of her favourites and popped it in her mouth chewing thoughtfully.

“Oh those kids” she sighed “They’ll be friends till the end”

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A/N - And that’s it! You probably won’t notice but I’ve edited it slightly so it fits in with the sequel/prequel better. I’ve edited my grammar on this one too :] What did you all think of the idea with the letter? It's something we did at my school, for the new kids, and i thought it was a nice way to wrap it all up. :] :]

Thank you to everyone whose read and reviewed this one :] :] You’re all fantastic, and I’m glad you liked it :] :] The sequel “Friends till the End” is posted and is also completed so, I hope you check it out. Please review and thank you :] :]