Written by Moony Granger and Lily Weasley:

2/3 of the Band of Slobbering Mutts

Special Guest appearances by ID and Superego

"The mirror will be moved to a new home, and I ask you not to come looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?" Lily, who had gone to get the cloak, now threw it over the both of them.

When they had reached the common room, Lily Evans and James Potter found their friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew finishing up their homework by the firelight. The three looked up at their friends who had appeared from under the cloak.

"What are you all doing still up?" James asked them interrogatively.

"You're one to talk!" Sirius pointed out, "Just what were you and Lily doing out past curfew?" He accused jokingly.

"Nearly getting expelled that's what!" Lily, who had been waiting to yell at James since they left the mirror room, now had thought of plenty of reasons he was wrong. "Do you realize how much trouble we could have gotten in? We're lucky Dumbledore is so lenient! Imagine if it had been the headmaster who caught us? What do you think would have happened then?"

"Oh come on Lil! It was worth it wasn't it? I mean, there he was, our son! Right here at Hogwarts! And playing quidditch!" It was true. When they looked into the mirror of Erised they had seen their future son reflected back at them. It was something that they had only talked of once in a while, but now they were seeing that their dream was going to come true. It was truly amazing.

"Hang on a sec! James, did you just say your son?" Sirius was saying.

"What do you mean your son? I didn't know Lily was pregnant!" Peter began to tease. At this remark, Remus simply smirked keenly at his friend and waited for a reply. James and Lily had both gone beet red.

"No no no!" They were both saying now. "Not now, in the future!" The look on their friends faces made it clear that they would have to explain this.

"Ok, well James had left something near professor Trelawny's classroom." Lily began. "And it was really important, so he came to get it. Since it was past curfew time he had to use his cloak.-"

"Ok," Sirius cut in, "but where were you?"

"Give me a minute I am getting there. I was with Professor Trelawny because I had some questions about the homework that she assigned.-"

Again cutting her off, though this time with a snort, Sirius added, "A question about homework? I can just see it now 'Professor, I was wondering, I was having some trouble keeping that essay on the origin of the crystal ball down to 2 rolls of parchment. Do you suppose it would be ok if I were to add some?'" At this, the entire group began to laugh as Lily's face flushed revealing that Sirius had been somewhere in the right lines.

Covering her embarrassment with an angry tone, Lily looked at them as though they were children and said, "When you are quite finished." We're finished! In a minute, they sobered up and listened to the rest of her and James' story. "Thank you. Anyway, James was getting what it was he needed from behind one of the paintings when he saw me climbing down the ladder."

"Filch was walking down the hallway and Lily didn't see him, I had to do something." James cut in. "So I grabbed her arm and pulled her under the cloak."

"Just as a thought," Sirius began, "We really don't need all the details here, we just want to hear about this son of yours."

"Oh right," Lily commented. "Well we'll just cut to that then."

"Ok well, of course where there is Filch, there is always Mrs. Norris, and I swear I think she can see through the cloak sometimes, so we decided to get out of there as quickly as possible. But when we got on the staircase, it moved with us on it, so we had to keep going and start over." James explained.

"We were just figuring out the best way to get back here when Peeves showed up," Lily continued. "And after a lot of wandering around we ended up in a room on the third floor." She finished, noting the anxiousness of the boys.

"That is where we saw the mirror."

"So," said Peter, "this mirror tells the future or something?"

"No," answered James. "Dumbledore said it shows your deepest, darkest desires."

"So lemme get this straight," continued Remus, "James and Lily want to have a kid? Now?!" with this remark, the whole lot of them laughed hysterically, all except for Lily and James who were at a loss for words.

"Uh...er...um..." James was searching for the right words. James' deepest desire was to marry Lily Evans, and the same for Lily. Every Gryffindor knew that James and Lily were going to probably end up married, everyone except for them who found this idea totally disgusting, as far as everyone knew on the outside. One person who hated the idea of James and Lily getting married, though he was their favorite person to pull tricks on, was Severus Snape. He was a Slytherin, and a greasy-haired one at that. One time, James, Peter, Remus, and Sirus tried to wash his hair, and weren't that successful, until Lily came into the picture. They guys got Lily to convince him to take a bath, and she succeeded.

"Be thankful," said Sirus, "that the guy standing next to you, Lily wasn't your precious Snapey-poo."

"GROW UP!" shouted Lily. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going up to my room to finish my essay on the Origin of Crystal Balls, and then go to bed. Good Night."

After she left, the guys exploded with laughter, mimicking Lily asking her parchment question. Everyone except for James, who had his hands folded across his chest and was tapping his foot, very annoyed.

"I agree with Lily on this one. Good Night."

As James walked out, Peter was startled awake by the sound of Remus and Sirus making kissing noises. James rolled his eyes as he walked up the long stone staircase to the dorm he shared with the other 3 guys.

******

Harry lay awake staring up at the drape over his four-poster bed, and leaving Hogwarts music plays Hey you shut up this is my story!!! sorry thinking of his parents. 'Why did have to Voldemort kill them anyway?' He thought sadly to himself. He eventually drifted off to dreams of remembrance of his first year. In his first year, Harry had come across a mirror that was supposed to show your deepest desires. The first time Harry peered into the mirror, he saw his parents staring at him, and swore he felt his mother's hand touch his shoulder. Kodak Moment! Aw, leave the poor kid alone! He's been through enough NO!! He had spent many nights in that dark chamber, wanting and longing for his parents.

Harry awoke the next morning to a sunlit chamber room. Nobody was left in the room, so he made his way down into the common room. There, he found Ron and Hermione sitting in two comfortable armchairs, surrounded by rolls and rolls of parchment.

"Good morning, sleepy head," said Hermione.

"What? It's not tha--aat early," said Harry, in the middle of a yawn.

"Yeah, it is almost noon, and I think you have to get down to the quidditch pitch for practice," said Ron.

"What!" Harry was shocked. He couldn't believe it was that late. He raced back upstairs to the dormitory and changed into his quidditch robes, grabbed his Nimbus 2000, and raced down the stairs into the long, dark corridors of Hogwarts. DuDuDuDuDuDu!! CHARGE!

"Aw, Ikle Potter's wate for quidditch pwactice!" It was everyone's favorite ghost, Peeves. Everyone? These writers have got serious problems! Yeah, I hate Peeves (*Shut up, It's our story*). Harry ran past, ignoring the poltergeist completely, and headed for the quidditch pitch.

"Harry you're late!" Angelina yelled to him as he ran onto the pitch and mounted his broom. Fred and George Weasley landed nearby.

"You're lucky Wood hasn't come out yet," Fred told him. " He still in the locker room planning out our strategy against Hufflepuff, Diggory's the new captain and he's really turned them around."

"So of course," George began, "Wood's got his pants in a knot."

"Yeah," continued Fred. "He looks as he about to-"

"Okay! I've got it!" Wood came out onto the pitch looking somewhat relieved. Ooooo! They must have toilets in the locker rooms! Dontcha just feel soo much better after you- (*Ey! Shut up you too! It's only rated PG-13! Keep it clean!*) Sorry

Watching their captain walk towards them, it struck the minds of the whole team what Fred and George had said and suddenly the whole thing seemed immensely funny. The six members of the team all began to roll over in hysterics. Wood, looking confused and irritated, waited for the rest of the team to calm down and then called them all over for a meeting.

Quidditch practice lasted well into the evening hours as Wood wanted to practice what felt like a hundred different strategies that were unique for the house that they would be used against. When they got back to the common room that night Harry was beat.

"Harry? What's wrong with you? You look as though you got in a fight with the whomping willow." Ron exclaimed as Harry sat down with Hermione and him.

"Where have you been all day? We haven't seen you since you left!" Hermione chimed in.

"Wood kept us there forever!" Fred complained behind them.

"I'm telling' you he's gone bloody mad!" George answered as the two of them headed off to their dormitory to go to bed. Harry explained to Ron and Hermione about Wood's sudden fear that they would lose and the cost that was to the team.

"But Fred and George were back long before you, and Angelina showed up nearly an hour ago!" Hermione observed.

"I took my time on the way back." Harry told them. He didn't explain anymore. Then standing up he told them that he was going to bed. "I'm beat, you coming Ron?"

"I'll catch up with you in a minute, I still have this stupid essay to write. Did you do yours?"

"Didn't have one, Trelawny thought I would die overnight so she told me I didn't have to worry about doing it." Ron and Hermione looked horrified and about to burst into laughter all at once. Now isn't that something you wish would happen to you? What dying? No, being thought dead, technically he doesn't even have to go to class anymore does he? (*Yes he does because otherwise …well because I say so! Now be quiet!*) sorry Harry's face suddenly looked a bit sad.

"Alright then, I'll see you guys in the morning." Bidding his friends goodnight, Harry headed towards the dormitory.

"He's acting kind of strange lately, don't you think?" Hermione asked Ron. Ron looked up from his essay to where they had last seen their friend and nodded.

"He's not usually one to forget about quidditch" Ron agreed, he shrugged his shoulders "Don't worry Hermione, he'll tell us if something's really wrong, he always does."

"I guess you're right." Hermione agreed turning back to her essay. "There! I'm finished!" Does anyone see a strange similarity between Hermione and Lily? Shut up! You're giving things away! How do you know? It's not your story! Yeah but I know these things! That's just what part of the brain I am Ooo well ex-cuse me!

"Great! You can help me!"

"Oh come on! You'll never learn anything if you have me do it all the time!"

"As if I care about crystal balls anyway! I just want to get it done!" Hermione suddenly acquired a mischievous smirk. Hmm…no not Lily, maybe James? What are you blabbering about?

"I would think you'd know all about crystal balls, the way you act, I thought you had them." Ron's face turned scarlet. Insert classic Ron face here. Oh, I can definitely see that. 'What's gotten into her lately?' Ron asked himself. It was true, For some reason, Hermione was acting different this year, her whole person seemed what was it? More confident? No, more like she was more decisive, and more confident as well. Hermione smiled at his stricken face. He looked somewhere in between angry and hurt, it had the affect of utter shock when put on Ron's face, and she had to laugh that she knew him so well. Can't you just draw that face? Yeah I have to say that was one clear description Ha! Yeah crystal clear! ::in hysterics:: (*Well, I'm glad you two are enjoying yourselves…*) Oh please! Write on write on! Yes please continue, we will try to control ourselves

"And just what are you smiling at?" Ron asked her in a huff.

"Oh lighten up, it was just a joke!" Hermione crossed the distance between them and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to sit up pin straight in surprise, and headed off towards her own dormitory. "Goodnight!" She bid to him just before heading up the stairs.

Ron sat staring at where she was, dumbfounded. 'There is definitely something different about her.' He thought to himself. He was faintly aware of the blood that was rushing to his cheeks again.

******

Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew had always been causing trouble. They called themselves the marauders of Hogwarts because they were constantly sneaking around Hogwarts after curfew and causing trouble. Tonight was no different, except that Lily came with them. Amazingly enough, the 5 of them somehow managed to fit under the invisibility cloak. Of course Peter, being in his rat form now and Sirius taking the shape of a dog took up a lot less space. Slowly, the 5 made their way up to the 3rd floor to take a good look at James and Lily's son.

"I still say that you guys should register as animagi!" Lily scolded once they had reached the mirror room and Sirius and Peter were back to their human form.

"But think of all we could get away with because we're not registered! Coming clean would take the fun out of everything." Sirius retorted.

"Hey c'mon guys the mirror remember? The mirror!" The marauders and Lily moved in surrounding the mirror. James and Lily stepped in front and they again saw their son and standing with them.

"Look there he is! He looks exactly like James!"

"But he has Lily's green eyes."

"Amazing! He really does look exactly like you!"

"Uh…I don't see anything." James and Lily turned to look at Remus.

"What do you mean you don't see anything? He's standing right there!" James said pointing to the mirror.

"Sorry, I just see me, standing under a full moon." There was suddenly a look of fear in James's eyes,

"What are you talking about? There isn't a full moon tonight is there?" He stammered looking out the window.

"No, not here, in the mirror, I see myself under a full moon, only I haven't changed. I am still human."

"I don't see your son either Prongs," Peter chimed in "I just see me standing in a crowd of people who are shaking my hand. James and Lily were somewhat shocked. Then Lily began to speak.

"Of course!" The three turned to face her. "Well it makes sense that they can't see him! Dumbledore told us that the mirror shows us our deepest and most desperate desires. Harry is what we want, not what they want, they won't be able to see him will they?" It did make sense.

"That explains my lack vision then, I would give anything to not be a werewolf, and Peter always was the shy one, you must really want to stand out then huh? What about you Sirius?" They looked to Sirius for a similar response but he was staring intently into the mirror.

"Sirius?" James began. There was silence for a moment and then he spoke.

"I can't believe it! James it's your son! It has to be! He looks just like you, 'cept for the eyes, they look more like Lily," He kept talking, all the while staring into the mirror. "We're all standing around too, as if things never change, we're all still friends." Finally, he looked over to James and Lily with a sparkle in his eyes. "You've made me the godfather, Harry is my godson." Sirius looked genuinely happy.

"It makes sense," Lily stated. "You two are like brothers, you would be the godfather."

"Sirius," James began. "This is your deepest desire? The 5 of us being together for the rest of our lives? Raising our families together?" Lily's eyes began to tear, Sirius nodded. There was a silence then, and the 5 friends thought of the future, after Hogwarts.

"What's wrong my sweet?" Sirius, Remus, James, Peter, and Lily all froze at hearing the voice. They hadn't even heard Mrs. Norris coming close.

"Oh no!" Lily gasped. "It's Filch's cat!" No, now I'm thinking Lily again.

"Run!" James whispered, loud enough for them to hear the urgency, but not loud enough that Filch could hear. Haha!!! Oh my gosh! It's Harry! Harry!!!!! Hahahaha! (* Oh would you please be quiet?!*)

Sirius and Peter were dog and rat before James could even get to the cloak and soon they were all invisible from the school caretaker, Mr. Filch.

"Who's in here?" Filch bellowed into the room. "You know I'll find you, you might as well come out now!" He threatened. Walking further into the room Filch continued making threats to the students that were 'in big trouble for violating curfew' while the 5 invisible mischief-makers crept out the door.

Getting back to their common room, they were all a little shaken up from the trouble they were almost in.

"You know someone really out to think up a way to keep track of where all the teachers are, it's damn near impossible to break the rules properly and not get caught, even with the cloak!" James stated, gathering the cloak up in his arms. MAAAAAAAP! (*Shut up!*)

"While their at it, they might as well put all the secret passages we've found on there so we can pass it on to the next generation." Remus added.

"Yeah, it'd be a bloody shame if your son never found any of the passages around this school!" Sirius teased James.

"Oh listen to you four!" Lily interrupted, "You never give up do you?"

"No" They answered in unison. "'Night Lil" Remus bid her heading up the stairs.

"See you tomorrow !" Peter called, already half way up.

"Hey Prongs you comin'?" Sirius asked, taking one of his arms.

"Yeah, Goodnight Lily." James said, looking directly into her eyes. For a moment she looked unsure and then quickly leaned forward and kissed him. As he was still recovering from the shock, Lily bid him goodnight and headed up to her dormitory. James stood dumbstruck with a slight grin on his face.

"My godson!" Sirius said mocking nostalgia and successfully snapping James out of his trance.

"Hey what exactly does that mean?" James argued.

"Oh I imagine you know better than I do Jamsie-poo" Sirius teased running up the stairs.

"You big stupid dog get back here!" James called chasing after him.

"Herbivorous anitliferous plant-eating stag!"

"Slobbering mangy mutt!"

"Hey I take offense to that!"

"Sorry Moonz!"

It was another crazy night at Hogwarts…

The next day was Saturday, YAY! so there were no classes. When he came down from the dormitories, James saw Remus, Peter and Lily already sitting in the common room talking intently.

"That's what I'm saying, I don't think the things that are seen in the mirror can happen." Remus was saying.

"What do you mean?" Lily asked.

"Well if you think about what Dumbledore said about dwelling on dreams it seems as though he knows it too." Peter agreed.

"Good morning!" Sirius greeted making James jump.

"Don't do that!" James scolded.

"I'm sorry Jamesie-poo! Did I scare you? I guess I was too quiet coming down the stairs, but wait, Remus didn't jump. I guess stags don't have as good senses as us slobbering mangy mutts huh?" He finished with a smirk. Remus let out a laugh. "So, what's everyone talking about then?" Sirius began before James could say anything.

"Actually," Remus began as they sat down, "we were talking about the mirror."

"What about it?" Sirius asked.

"Well, Peter and I were both thinking about it last night, and it seems to us that the things in the mirror are our most desperate desires because they are things that we know can never happen." James, Lily, and Sirius looked startled at this. It was Peter who continued.

"Think about it, when you and Lily were there alone, Dumbledore told you to forget about the mirror, that it did not do to dwell on dreams right?"

"Yeah he told us that men have wasted away and gone mad because of it." James informed him. Somehow starting to see his point.

"Well think of all we saw, Moony will always be a werewolf, and unless some all-powerful being makes me famous I'm going to be shy and in other people's shadows for the rest of my life." ::coughing fit::Why did that cough sound like the word foreshadow? (*ahem*) "It all made sense that it was things that never would happen except for you guys. I don't see why you wouldn't see your son. I just don't understand why that is your most desperate desire right now. It just doesn't make sense. People always most desperately want something that they can't have."

"Unless something happens to him." Sirius suggested nonchalantly. The 5 of them fell silent as though pondering this. Suddenly Remus tensed.

"Lily, give me your divinations essay."

"What?! I worked ages on that! And you don't even take Divinations!"

"That's not what I mean just let me see it!" Lily handed it to him hesitantly. Remus began to scan through what she had written. The rest of them watched him intently wondering what it was that he was looking for. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Yeah if wizards used pins (*::glare:: hush!*)

"Ah ha!" AHHH Remus yelled suddenly making them all flinch. "Here it is! He told them. "This thing called the superego. It's me!! It's in your brain, it's also what part of the brain you use when ball gazing." The 4 continued to stare at him utterly stupefied is that a word? "It's the part of a wizards brain that can see the future, it is in your subconscious state. In true seers, their superego is much larger than in normal wizards, that's what allows them to see. The crystal ball was invented long ago to help amateurs access their superego! Don't you see? That is why you saw your son!"

"Wait a second are you trying to tell me that James, Sirius, and I are true seers?" Lily asked.

"Honestly! When you do your essay, do you actually process the information or do you just mindlessly write? It's all in here you know. You have a list of all the things that were made using the same material as a crystal ball. The Mirror of Erised is listed among them." Remus could see that they were still confused. "I'll put it simply for you. The mirror that you 3 saw Harry in was made from the same thing that they put in crystal balls to access the superego. The mirror saw your future and projected for you what the both of your future selves most desperately desired. For something like that to happen the desire must be pretty strong in both of you. That can only mean that something happens before Harry reaches the age of 11 that makes it impossible for you to see him. I think that something might happen to him. Your son might be in danger."

******

Harry woke up early the next morning and lay awake , staring up at the top of his four poster bed.

"Harry!" Harry turned his head to see Ron sitting up in his bed watching him. "Harry, I know you've been thinking of your parents ever since Lupin said he knew them. I know you miss them, and I can't imagine how it must feel. But you have to remember that they gave their lives so you could live. They wouldn't want to see you sad all the time like this! It's like Dumbledore said, you can't let the past ruin your life." Harry considered this. But something else was bothering him.

"It's not just Lupin," Harry told him. "Do you remember on the train when the dementor came in?" Ron nodded his fiery freckled head. "I didn't tell anyone, but I heard my mother's voice." Ron watched Harry with a look of curiosity and sympathy.

"I heard her screaming. It was just before Voldemort killed her." Ron shuddered at the name. Harry suddenly became very somber. "She was begging for my life." Ron suddenly understood what Harry was going through.

"Harry," he began very seriously. "Harry, what happened to your parents wasn't your fault." Harry looked at him skeptically.

"They died protecting me."

"They died because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! They protected you because they were being killed! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was going to kill them whether you were there or not! Just look at Sirius Black! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named biggest supporter and he took out like a dozen muggles just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Ron blurted in what seemed like one gulp of air. "You can't blame this on yourself, Harry!" Harry was starting to believe his friend.

"Seriously, Harry," Ron started again. "It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, Lupin doesn't blame you, and bloody hell, Harry, ever Dumbledore doesn't blame you! And I'm sure your parents don't blame you at all.." Harry realized Ron was right. He smiled weakly.

"I just, I..I just wish I had known them," said Harry, stifling back tears.

"I know, Harry, I know."

The two sat silent for a few moments and began changing into their robes.

"By the way, Harry, have you noticed Hermione lately? She seems to be acting strange," Ron began as they headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

When they got to the Great Hall, Hermione was already there. She was bareley visible behind the piles of books and rolls of parchment.

"Last minute homework?" asked Ron.

"No, I'm working on next weeks homework, so I can go on the trip to Hogsmeade without having to worry about getting my work done before classes," said Hermione. Ron gaped at her.

"Bloody hell Hermione, don't you ever stop?"

"Well, I went to sleep before you last night didn't I?" She said, a smirk on her face. Harry saw Ron's ears turn pink. Harry smiled.

"What were you doing last night?" Harry asked him. Ron's face turned scarlet and Hermione stuck her head back into her book and Ron sat down.

"So what do we have first?" He asked pulling out his schedule. Harry groaned.

"I suppose that means we have Divinations." Hermione assumed looking up from her parchment and making a face. OoO I guess some of Ron rubbed off last night huh Hermione? WHAT? Oh c'mon you know you think so too. (*WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET!!!!!! I'LL HAVE YOU DELETED I SWEAR TO ROWLING ::shaking fist very angrily::!*) Sorry.