'I own all the mistakes. It makes the story mine. If they aren't there, this isn't my story.' – a fanfiction writer placed that upon their heading. I cannot remember who it was but it stuck with me. I like it. I'm barrowing it but I am not claiming it.

Broadcast From Hogwarts

'Dear Readers,' Remus covered his mouth as he cleared his voice, all out of habit of politeness before glancing back at his transcript. Just because one was forced into being an animal a few times each year did not mean one should toss manners out the bloody door.

'Fear us for we shall rip out…w-what? Why would I-I…' Remus read the lines once again, flipping page after page. 'Who wrote my lines? I'd never say this…stuff! It's absurd! It's childish! It's not even clever!'

'It's just to get attention.' James explained with a quick glance over Remus' shoulder to look at the script he had written. It was simple to do this because James was sitting down next to Remus at his own desk that they placed together, which all was done in an empty class. 'I personally see nothing wrong with it at all.'

'Oh just get on with it all ready.' Sirius, who could turn into an animal at will, had no problems throwing manners out the windows. In fact, he would throw a lot more out the window if he was able to lift his mother in the first place.

Sirius also sat next to Remus, just on the opposite side and though Sirius wouldn't have a problem sitting on James' lap, Lily might if Lily would happen to walk through the closed door…but she won't. Still, James didn't want to take any chances of her getting the wrong impression, which she wouldn't, so there for Sirius had to sit in the empty chair on the other side of Remus…or sit beside Peter.

'This is preposterous!' Remus was shaking his head in disbelief of what his fellow marauders jotted down for him. He crumpled his script into a ball before tossing over his shoulder. With an afterthought, he used his wand to guide the crumple script into its proper place, the trash. 'It sounds if I am trying to take over the world!'

Only the dark half of the world.' Peter smiled in a very toothy way that did in every way resemble a rodent.

Since some people have no sense of capturing their own imagination and must know every detail….we shall just say that Pete sat next to James…who sat next to Remus, who just so purposely happen to be sitting next to Sirius. Have you got the idea of how they were sitting? The sitting arrangements are sometimes important so I'd like to make sure everyone is on the same page. Good. Though it really isn't all that important in this story.

'Yeah the flesh eating slugs tend to harbor the dark half of the world.' James shuddered with thought and a bit of loathness. 'Slimy buggers if you ask me. I don't care what a thing might crave for its nourishment, that is their business but I don't believe they should leave traces of their business in my pathway.'

'Slugs.' Peter shook his head. 'Of all the things to be scared of and you pick slugs.'

'I'm not scared of slugs.' James frowned. 'Well perhaps a bit. Face it, they aren't very lovely um…whatever they are.'

'Say it however you want to say it, Remus. Say it your way. Just get on with it!' Sirius threw a hand in the air in indicate he was letting the topic drop. 'But if you don't see a whole lot of people following along, remember to blunt that blame on the correct Marauder.'

Peter leaned over his desk to see past James, 'I think he means you this time, Moony.'

'Gee, thanks Pete.' Remus gave a mental eye roll. 'I'd never figure that one on my own.'

'Welcome.' Peter settled back into his chair with a satisfied smile on his face. It was always nice to help another Marauder out and Pete didn't get that chance often.

'On with the broadcasting!' James cued into the conversation. 'Here is the deal. We have opened a special broadcasting that allows us to speak about any topic that our audience wishes to hear our opinions about. Whether that be a study subject like Quidditch…'

'Like witches.' Sirius put in quite nicely. 'Or the fine muggle ladies with their motorbikes.'

'Or if we really exist in our world…or if there is a world to exist in. I think it's pretty obvious that you cannot exist if there is no place to exist.' Remus added.

'Or if the stair case only moves because I'm on it.' Peter let his eyes go all squintish, which allowed them to become more watery than normal. 'I think it's out to get me.'

'We are a brilliant lot!' Sirius grinned with satisfactory.

'Each broadcast we, the Awesome James Potter and the other Marauders who aren't as awesome but still somewhat…' James started to explain.

'James!' A chorus sounded around him.

'As I was saying, we will review questions or theories…'James continued.

'Or love advice from moi.' Sirius added moderately attractively.

'And discuss them while all you have to do is ask and tune into our weekly broadcast. Isn't that exciting?' James plastered on a broad smile, 'I'm hearing chirping sounds. I don't think anyone is listening.'

'Probably because you didn't mention that I am to be starring in the broadcast.' Sirius copied James' smile, though it was a bit unnerving with that mischievous glint in his eyes. 'Next time, we should find something that has recorded clapping.'

'Indeed. Oh! Wait, we could get Pete to do it! He's getting better at that hand and feet clapping thing.' James gave Peter a thumb up.

Peter nodded vigorously; yes he would clap for them.

Remus was fighting a bit of battle of will. Should he bang his head against the desk or suffer through this new phase James and Sirius schemed up during long hours of inhaling blubberpussin'snoot from the cauldrons they were to be cleaning. Either way a headache was bound to show up.

'It shall be a challenge for us, Sirius is right in that but again, it need not to be about him. It can be a question or we have a discussion about anyone within this wonderful, magical place of….' Remus' mouth was open to continue but as always, someone had to add something of their own to his speech.

'Potterland!' And so it was James who did the clever adding.

Naturally, the addition to his speech was never the correct expressions one would logically say.

'Potterland? No, no I don't think so.' Sirius shook his head in disagreement. 'That makes all of it sound a bit like an amusement park of port-a-potties.'

Peter, being oh very clever, hid his giggles behind his hand even though it echoed in the nearly empty classroom. 'Moaning Myrtle would like that!'

Remus quickly took back the control of the conversation, 'So what happens is that I…er, I mean we, read all the questions forward to us and within a week, hopefully, the Marauders will give you the answer.'

'Naturally.' Sirius agreed with a deep sigh. 'I feel as though we are doing something good for our community with this broadcast.'

' Yes, good stuff for the soul and all but there are other reasons as well.' James glanced at Remus. 'Am I right?'

'I suppose this is more like entertainment or perhaps for fun. Like a pleasant pastime more than a remedy for sour souls.' Remus suggested.

'Oh! Oh!' Peter raised his hand and started waving it quite frantically that James had to dunk his head or be swatted. 'Or just 'cause they have nothin' better to do?'

'Now who is being posteriors!' Sirius gruffed. 'There is always something better to do.'

'Posteriors means buttocks.' James stage whispered for Sirius benefit. 'I'm not all together clear on why butts would have tocks but…'

Sirius glared quietly.

'Just saying…' James tapped his finger on the desk.

Sirius continued to glare; he's quite good at it with his natural dark looks and piercing grey eyes.

'What!?' James holds his hands in that 'what now' gesture we all are guilty of doing, as it sums up everything you don't understand.

'Okay so let me get this straight. If I have a question that I'd like to discuss in our weekly broadcast, I just send them to you?' Peter asked.

'Correct.' Remus confirmed politely. 'But it doesn't need to be a question. It could be something like if a theory like if gravity exists…which it does.'

'And I summit it….how?' Peter scrunch up his face.

'Why Peter, those are all very good questions.' James said in a very serious manner. 'I'm glad you asked.'

'Thanks. I read them just as you wrote them down.' Peter showed him the script.

'And a job done well!' James gave him a jolly slap on the back.

'You could leave it in the review or if you want it to remain confidential you are welcome to pm us by finding our contact information on our profile page. Just include a brief message so we know what you are about.' Remus gave his head a bit of a nod, probably because of the headache.

'A good hello chat is welcome as well.' James added. 'Comments on my wonderful Quidditch are understandable reasons for sending us a message as well.'

'I think a week is well enough for another broadcasting meeting. Unless detention happens to take a week from us.' Remus put the feather end a quill between his lips, trying to recall if he had missed anything.

'Don't.' James took the quill from Remus, brushing the Remus saliva off with the help of Peter's sleeve. 'It's me that you borrowed this quill from.'

'I would like to take a moment to address the fine ladies out there. If you are of my age or an older cougar kind of doll, I may need your Owling Address as well to make the whole connection more…interesting.' Sirius gave a most charming smile and a wink, which no one but the Marauders could actually see.

Peter started to wink as well, just for practice. It made him look a bit irrational…but perhaps a good hearted person shall pity him and give him some eye drops, who knows where things may lead to after that?

'No. No Owling Addresses! It is against the rules for one thing and this isn't a dating service.' Remus glared at Sirius. 'Why do you always make this a girl catching thing?'

'The most fetching worm gets the bird, everyone knows that.' Sirius shrugged his broad shoulders.

Remus put his face in his hands, 'Seriously? You do know that birds that catch worms usually eat them up alive.'

'Yeah.' Sirius smile broaden. 'Good times ahead! That's what I'm talking about!' He raised his hand for a 'high five' but Remus just blinked, leaving Sirius with his hand in the air.

'No Owling Addresses will be exchanged whatsoever!' Remus felt the need to reinstate. 'It is our goal to have a list of questions in our next update.'

'At the very least two questions!' Sirius held up two fingers and gave an impish smile. 'Because one just isn't any fun.'

James added. 'Preferably about me.'

'What if I ask a question that you don't know the answer?' Peter asked.

'Yeah, that's not going to happen with you.' Sirius shook his head.

'Padfoot!' Remus duck to allow James the room to head smack his friend. 'I told you before don't insult the scapegoat!'

'Sorry mate, I can't seem to help myself.' Sirius did his best to look apologetic but as we all know, he doesn't master that expression until later in life. 'It's my personality. Blame my parents.'

'We will do our best to answer the question to our abilities. There are probably questions that we will conquer answers up but it is all for fun.' Remus shrugged. 'You don't get anything other than our attention.'

'And I'm pretty sure my attention span isn't very long at all.' James held up his fingers to indicate an inch more or less. 'So expect less and you might get more.'

'We are talking about your focus meter, right?' Sirius asked lifting up a brow.

'Aren't you a clever bloke?' James mocked.

'Um…guys?' Peter pointed to Remus who started to bang his forehead against his desk.

'Save his brain!' Sirius cried. 'We may need it for further scheming!'

James quickly took off his robe and placed it between the desk and Remus' head to cushion the impact. 'Sorry folks. He does that from time to time. We just need a moment to…immobilize him. Peter if you would please…'

Peter flashed open his robes to hide the spell James and Sirius was about to produce but it's okay, you don't have to cover our eyes. From past experience, Peter realized wearing clothing under the robe is a smart idea.

'Thank you Pete.' James gave him a pat on the shoulder, an indication that he may rerobe himself.

Remus was slumped on the desk, as a student who fell asleep through lessons. A bit of drool was sliding out of his slacked mouth and onto James' robe.

'It seems we shall be calling this a day.' James looked at the other two vigilant marauders.

Sirius nodded his head with approval. 'I suspect as much but before we go we would like to thank everyone for tuning in.'

Don't forget to ask questions!' Peter smiled brightly.

A/N: Nutshell.

If you would like to ask Marauders something, be my guest and I'll make sure they will answer it to the best of m-er, their ability.