A Marauder Morning
Summary: Answer to Hurricane Katrina Relief Challenge. What happens when the Marauders (excluding Peter) all have breakfast together?
A/N: To all who were affected by Hurricane Katrina. May whatever God you believe in bless and keep you. Hang in there and don't lose hope. We're all praying for you. Just as I'm praying for my great-aunt and cousin Noah.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, J.K. Rowling does.
Lily Potter was putting breakfast on the table, listening to her 9 month old son Harry giggling in his high chair. It was a beautiful April morning, and tomorrow would be the beginning of May. "Time flies so quickly," she said softly as she reminisced on her seven years at Hogwarts. Now she was a mother. She laughed at that. She never thought she'd get married right out of school. But she did. And she certainly didn't regret it.
Well, only when all the Marauders were present. And speak of the devil, here they were now. Well the three worst at least. Peter was missing. Her husband James, the leader of the Marauders, also known as 'Prongs' kissed her good morning as he sat down at the table. Remus (Moony, the werewolf) and Sirius (Padfoot) also sat down, calling out good morning. "So Harry what'cha eatin'?" Sirius asked his godson.
Harry just giggled and dipped his hands into his applesauce. He then proceeded to do what every child does with food. No, not eat. He smeared it all over his face, giggling like a mad hyena. "Is that fun Harry?" James asked his son. Harry nodded, looking oh-so-cute and adorable. Remus grinned.
"Well, we know which parent he gets his table manners from eh Prongs?"
"It wasn't my fault. I was drunk remember?" Remus just shook his head, remembering well the night before graduation. He was shook out of his musings when he heard Sirius say, "Well, can't let him have all the fun." Remus just gaped in shock as Sirius took his oatmeal and smeared it on his face. "You know, this is fun. And I didn't know oatmeal could make such a wonderful aftershave."
"That's it, I'm out of here before it gets too crazy," Lily said as she headed for the den.
"Aww, we scared your mummy off Harry. Oh well, we're still having fun right? Right." James grinned as he looked at Moony, mouthing 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' Moony's jaw dropped as Prongs took his oatmeal and smeared it on his own face.
"You know Mr. Padfoot, I think you're right. Oatmeal does make a wonderful aftershave." Prongs and Padfoot burst out laughing. Moony wondered just what god was laughing at him right now. 'Probably all of them,' he thought. 'Well Prongs is right. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' So he took the gravy pitcher and poured it all over himself in true Marauder fashion. All in all, it was just another Marauder Morning.
Fin