Disclaimer: No I am not JK Rowling, obviously enough

Disclaimer: No I am not JK Rowling, obviously enough. If I was as important as her, I would be talking to James and Oliver Phelps instead of writing this story. Katherine is mine though, and Angela, and Archibald, and Cassandra, and "Violet", and "Jimmy", and "Colette", and…the secret identity of…well, I can't tell you yet. LOOK I REMEMBERED IT! YIPEE FOR ME! ONTO THE STORY!
I also own the muffins…well, I share them with Padfoot….hehehe

Chapter One: The Eight

"We didn't know where we would end up, but I sure didn't think it would be this complicated," James said to Lily as she came up behind him and started rubbing his back. He was facing the window in the living room of the small house.

"I know, love, but we have to live with it. We'll all be together again someday, just like we all hoped from the beginning—"

"With a certain someone not included in this 'all'. I cannot believe that we were so stupid!" James placed his head in his hands.

Lily smiled sadly at her husband as she pulled a chair around so she could face him, "Listen to me James, please. I know that right now we have to deal with everyone else suffering because of what they think we are, but—think about it—would it really be better if we really were—" she took a deep breath and in a small voice, finished, "dead?"

"Of course not, but—"

"But nothing you idiot," Angela muttered from the doorway. "I would give anything to see King again right now, but I know that I can't—"

There was a crash as James's chair fell to the ground, "THAT'S DIFFERENT! HE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND! THIS IS OUR SON WE'RE TALKING ABOUT! HE HAS TO LIVE WITH THOSE GODFORSAKEN RELATIVES OF HIS BECAUSE OF THIS RIDICULOUS—WHATEVER THIS IS ITS RIDICULOUS!"

"James, please calm down—" Lily tried to soothe her husband.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, LILS!"

"Uh, guys?" Kit asked from the doorway.

"You need to calm down James. I miss Harry, too. I hate that he has to stay with Petunia—"

"Guys?"

"—I hate how he has no idea who we really are. I hate—"

"Voldemort?" Angela suggested.

"GUYS!" Kit shouted at them. The three turned to look at her, wondering what would be so important that she would need to raise her voice for it.

"What is it, Kit?" Lily asked reasonably.

Kit took a deep breath, "You can't slip up with names right now, use the nicknames. For tonight, at least. We have a visitor."

"Who on earth would—" James stopped dead as soon as he caught sight of the gaunt man. "Sirius," he smiled and rushed forward slightly, that is, he tried to. Kit, having known this would happen, had grabbed onto him.

"He doesn't know who you are. Remember?" She turned to face her husband, "Sirius, this is Violet," she pointed out Lily, who's normally dark red hair was a dark blonde, "Jimmy", James nodded his brown-haired head stiffly, "and Colette" Angela smiled very genuinely.

"It's nice to meet you all. It's nice to meet anyone with a face that has a sane mind, actually," he said gruffly, with a touch of sadness. That touch was somewhat ruined when a bug crawled out of his hair. Colette shuddered, she hated bugs with a passion. So much that if Voldemort was a bug, she would—well, that's not important because he isn't.

Kit shook her head at Colette and put her hands on Sirius's shoulders. "Come on Mister Black, it's time to get cleaned up. You are going to take a shower and get all of those unidentifiable things out of your hair, put fresh clothes on, and then you will sit down and eat a full meal with all of us, afterwards you will sleep."

Sirius smiled, glad to be back in his wife's presence.

As soon as the two of them were out of sight, James shut his eyes and took a deep breath. The two women rubbed his shoulders soothingly as they too pondered about just how awfully unfair this world was.

Miles away, at the prison that Sirius had just escaped from, the Aurors that had been put on the job of investigating were baffled.

"How could he have escaped? No one's ever done it—"

"Before this it would have been impossible to do. Maybe—"

"That oaf Hagrid was here not too long ago. It could be that—"

"Black was actually somewhat intelligent at school and in the three years following and could actually have escaped without any outside help."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot you went to school with him. Sorry 'bout that Shacklebolt."

Kingsley grimaced, "Yeah, I am too. You lot go back and report that we haven't found anything at the scene. I've got to finish up some papers around here."

"Don't mind if we do. Hate this place, gives me the heebie-jeebies." Once they were out of sight and hearing distance, Kingsley sighed. Being around these dementors brought back memories that were very painful.

Kingsley was sitting at the edge of the lake with Angela, talking, just talking, just like they had been for the past hour. Angela's light brown hair blew in the wind as she laughed at a joke that Kingsley had heard that morning.

"CANNONBALL!" James and Sirius shouted as they jumped into the lake side by side. Once they surfaced, they started laughing and spraying water at each other, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Come on Moony! Come join the fun! You too, Wormtail!" Sirius shouted at his other two best friends.

"I told you I'm not—" the rest of Remus's sentence was drowned out by the odd sight of Peter running towards the water. It was kind of like watching a goose with one wing try to fly. Remus sighed and started reading.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I would call you Wormtail because you're such a bookworm, and I would call Peter an idiot. Then again--I do that already," Kit told Remus loud enough for the two of them, Lily, Kingsley, and Angela to hear. Remus just raised his eyebrows at Kit and his eyes quickly became mischievous. Kit started backing up, until finally Remus picked her up and threw her into the water, with Lily following not long after.

"Thanks for that Moony! Thought I would have to come and get her myself!" He swam over to his girlfriend, who, upon surfacing, had flicked Remus off and stuck her tongue out at him, and he spun her around through the water, her giggling madly the whole time.

"SIRIUS BLOODY ORION BLACK PUT ME DOWN THIS SECOND OR YOU WILL NO LONGER HAVE ALL OF YOUR PEARLY WHITE TEETH!"

This was too much for the couple still remaining on the grass who burst into laughter and started rolling around until, somehow, Angela had ended up on top of him. He instantly sobered up and smiled at her. She leaned down to kiss him—

That had been their fifth year, the seventh year for the Marauders, Kit and Lily. The year that Sirius asked Kit to marry him, the same year that Lily finally said yes to James, and the same year that had taken Angela so cruelly away from him. He finished his paperwork and got out of there as quickly as possible with a tear in his eye, not knowing that miles away, the rest of them were all thinking about the same memory.

Remus sighed as he entered his shabby little flat. For thirty-three years old, he looked as old as his father had when he was fifty. No doubt the years of countless transformations and the stress of losing four friends had changed him. Maybe, maybe it was time to contact Kit.

Meanwhile, in Egypt, a rat named Scabbers was cowering in fear, for Sirius Black was out of prison, and no doubt looking for him.

A/N: Jimmy and Violet Carpenter are James and Lily Potter and Colette is Angela Watson. One of the families from my church has three daughters, two of which are named Angela and Colette.