It was an unusually sunny day in London, England. Even gloomy Grimmauld Place looked rather cheerful today. A pigeon fluttering down the road might think of how lovely everything was, how pretty everything looked today. Perhaps said pigeon would laugh, like everyone else who passed, at the mistake in numbering, and how 11 and 13 had no 12 in between them, and then with its silly little bird-brain, think cheerfully, today is such a lovely day. Life-changing events will certainly not take place today!

That pigeon would be a sorry mistaken pigeon and be forced to go to Remedial Pigeon School for the rest of its life.

The inside of 12 Grimmauld Place did not in the faintest reflect the glorious day outside, particularly to a pair of redheaded twins.

"Mum, we're bored," Fred Weasley was whining.

"There is nothing to do in this ancient house," George Weasley complained.

"That's enough!" Molly snapped. "This house is perfectly fine. You don't see Sirius complaining where his lives, do you now?"

"Well, Mum, he lives here. I'm sure he has done loads of complaining," Fred pointed out.

Molly gave him a look saying, that's not the point. The way the glare was addressed was rather terrifying, and could probably scare a pack of wolves. "Why don't you run along and find something to do? I am not an entertainer." Molly shooed them away from the kitchen.

"I thought parents are supposed to entertain their kids?" George mumbled to Fred.

"GEORGE WEASLEY!" Fred and George froze and then ran.

"CRASH!" Fred tripped over something, and broke it.

"George! Now look what you did!" Fred shouted at George who was laughing.

"I should've just let them stay here," muttered Molly.

"I can't believe you broke a hundred year old vase," George snickered as they were going up the stairs.

Who's idea was it to have kids, anyway? Molly thought.

"That was a hundred years old! I was not informed of this!" Fred looked nervous. Suddenly, they were stopped by the sound of Remus and Sirius in sharp discussion. They paused outside a door and listened.

"The Marauders need to stick together," Sirius's sharp voice came out.

"Or who are left of them," Remus's reply came.

Fred and George looked at each other as if saying, "What the what the h-e double celery sticks?" Without even thinking about it, they walked into the room.

"You are the Marauders?" Fred and George shouted together.

"No..." Sirius' face was white.

"Sirius, maybe we should-" Remus started to say.

"The Marauder's Map. Was that you who created it?" Fred asked. His eyes were huge, but a grin was sneaking onto his face.

"Uh-uh-uh...well-" Sirius hit Remus in the chest.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Remus rubbed his chest.

"You were our teacher and you didn't bring this up? The Marauders are who we owe everything to!" George exclaimed.

Sirius laughed.

"I still can't believe you were a teacher, Moony!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know you looked up to us?" Remus demanded. "Besides what did you want me to say? 'Oh by the way, Fred and George, I am a Marauder. Along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Now get back to Banishing your Boggart'?"

"Besides I was supposed to be in Azkaban, and Pettigrew was pretending to be dead, and James was dead," Sirius grumbled.

"James Potter and Peter Pettigrew? We were not informed of this! Who is ruling this democracy?" Fred demanded.

"It's not a democracy, Fred." Remus gave him a weird look.

"You're the Marauders!" George shouted like it suddenly dawned on him.

"Yes, George we are the Marauders. Ta- Da!" Sirius said dully.

" But you're the Marauders," repeated Fred, face growing pale with either glee or shock or both.

"Yeah, and you guys are twins," Remus said in the same tone.

"Well that's obvious," said George, as if explaining something to a two year old. "But you guys are the MARAUDERS!"

"And you didn't tell us," said Fred, eyes like a wounded puppy.

George leaned over and whispered something in his brother's ear. Fred's eyes widened. "Great idea!" he shouted. He and Fred did a wand shake (tapped each other's wand twice, spun out and spun back in. It ended by spinning back in dueling mode and pointing their wands at each other.) and ran off.

Sirius turned his head slowly towards Remus.

"Should we be worried?" wondered Remus.

"Probably," said Sirius. "Probably."