Disclaimer: obviously not mine. But everybody else has done such clever stories on similar stories and I wanted to give it a shot.

I, Sirius Black, am dead. And this is highly unfortunate. I mean, really, thirteen years in prison and what do I get? Dead! Somebody has an awful sense of humor.

And let, me tell you heaven is dead boring. Really, it is. Of course, seeing James again has been wonderful, but there's only so much one can talk about when you've got eternity. And what did we have to talk about, anyway? I believe our reunion went something like this:

"Sirius!"

"Prongs, my old friend! How are you?"

"A little worried about Harry, but otherwise perfect. You?"

"Well, dead, but pretty good besides that."

"You'll get used to it. So what have you been up to?"

"Rotting in Azkaban. What about you and Lilly?"

"Well, you know… floating here and there…"

Right. You'd think after thirteen years we'd have a bit more to say to one another, but when one of you is dead and the other one might as well have been, adventures are few and far between. So it was on one of the infinite idle days that James and I hatched a plan, a plan worthy of the marauders of so many years ago. It is a bit ironic that the only one of us left is dead set not to live his life—so Prongs and I, reunited, decided that it was high time that our friend Moony lived.

Not survived. Lived.

And we knew just the woman to put a little life into his existence.

Well, to be frank, we were hoping that he could put a little life into her, but really, James and I were quite serious. Or at least I was.

You'd think that over a decade in prison would make a man a little less arrogant, but nothing could ever kill that dry egotism of Sirius. Not loss, not dementors, and certainly not Bellatrix Lestrange. I am here to confirm that even in death, Padfoot is ever the supercilious rouge. I think he had only been here for two days, his friends still heavily mourning his death, when he blatantly winked at Saint Katherine from across the dinner table. And I swear, if angels could blush, she would have.

I think Lily has mixed feelings about Sirius's being here. She's rather upset that because of his own recklessness he's ended up dead, leaving Harry alone. I, however, am pleased to have my best friend back by my side despite the tragedy which has caused his appearance. Besides, I think that this gives Moony quite an opportunity to be the leader, the marauder he's always had the potential to be. Moony must step in and become Harry's guide and mentor, to lead the new Order, and to be the resident scoundrel he's always been too proper to be.

It's about time Moony stopped worrying about his "furry little problem" and actually gave into it a little.

When you're dead, you start having really wise thoughts like this.

The great thing about looking down from above is that you get to see everything. Yes, everything. Of course, you don't allow yourself to see everything unless you're some kind of pervert and then you might be in the wrong place. In fact, I have a few doubts about Sirius… but I'm glad he's here. Anyway, it's amazing what people do when they think that no one's looking. And I'm not talking about picking one's nose or scratching one's self. I'm talking about that impish smile that Remus gets when he's sneaking up behind one Nymphadora Tonks though he always resumes that calm demeanor upon reaching her. Or the wistful look he gains when he observes the same subject across the dinner table which is erased when she turns to return it.

We think it's high time that Remus got a move on and gained some backbone, high time that Moony stopped playing the prefect and lived up to his status as the last remaining Marauder. And after Tonks' outburst in the hospital wing, Padfoot and I are ready for some serious (yes, Sirius) mischief making. Of course, it's all for the benefit of our friend Moony and not at all for our own amusement. And of this mischief making, we think Dumbledore and even Minerva would whole heartedly approve.

And, because I know you're curious, I haven't yet seen the great headmaster and know as little about it as everyone else. He's either up here flying in higher circles than I, busy, I'm sure, looking over everything or he's not here at all. Damned mysterious man. I'm sure he's quite pleased with himself.