This is a story that my mind came up with (without my permission, may I add), and I thought it would be pretty silly. Strong contrast to my other story, mostly because it has a legitemate title. That and it is set during the Marauders' time. Read, enjoy, review please!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this one is the plot. I got the idea for the story from the American TV show "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter." Hopefully my story will be just as full of laughs. Oh, and contrary to popular belief (popularjust my) I am not JK Rowling, nor will I ever be. Blahst!!

8 Simple Rules for Being a Marauder's Son

"Hey, James, I was thinking of making a list."

James grinned in spite of himself. "What kind of list were you thinking of, my dear Padfoot?"

Just recently, Lily Evans and James Potter became Mr. and Mrs. James and Lily Potter. Sirius had been their best man, and as such, pulled all the pranks a best man is not supposed to pull (i.e., 'losing' the wedding rings, taking every opportunity possible to mention the honeymoon, etcetera). Now that Lily was pregnant, he had started to come up with a few ideas for that.

At the moment, all four original Marauders were gathered in the living room in James' house. Sirius was lounging on the couch with his feet resting casually on the maple coffee table in front of it, and Remus was sitting on his right. Peter was on the floor, sitting next to the chair James had claimed.

"Oh, you know. A list," Sirius said, absent-mindedly waving his hand.

"Don't be like that Padfoot! Just spill!" He fixed his best friend with his famous 'tell-me-or-else' stare.

Sirius lifted one eybrow. "Alright, alright, cool your jets, Prongs. I was think about making a rules list."

This time Remus chimed in. "WHAT!?! Sirius Black, make a list of rules? Did I miss something? Did the world just end?"

They all laughed but three of them quit abruptly when they saw the manic grin that took its spot on Sirius' face.

"That's right. I want to make rules-but before you start singing 'Hallaluja' on me, listen to what I've decided to call it." He paused for effect here. Opening his mouth wide, he took a deep breath, held it...then let it out, deflating himself in the process. At this point a pillow came flying his way, so he yelled, "PRONGS!!" Prongs, as so called, was looking innocent in his chair opposite his best friend.

"What? You deserved it for leaving us hanging like that. So what's it called?"

"I was getting to that, before you so rudely interrupted me." James raised an eyebrow, as if to sa 'wasn't me.' "Don't even try that. I know it was you. Anyway, this list-right. It'll be called 8 Simple Rules for Being a Marauder's Son."

James looked at him questioningly. "How do you know I'll have a son?"

"Well, if you had a daughter, you'd be lost. Anyway, this list is more just for fun. What do you say? Are you going to help me, or leave me to compose the thing on my own?" He looked at the other three, waiting for a reply.

"Sounds like fun to me. I'm in."

Peter replied with an over-enthusiastic "Me too!"

Then it was Remus. "I don't think you'd be able to make it without our help, Padfoot."