Summary: Remus reminisces. With Harry. Is quite abrupt.

(Flashback)

"OK, Prongs, one question. Was it good?" Sirius asked his best mate James Potter

"I told you, Padfoot, It rocked. She was really swinging it," answered James Potter.

"Fiesty, even out there?" Sirius asked.

"Hell yeah!" James said happily," Better than anyone!"

You see, James Potter had just taught his girlfriend Lily Evans to play Quiditch. Despite her protests he had given her a Beater's bat and she had whacked something. Him. No matter, she had been given the replacement position on the Gryffindor team, James claimed that she needed to vent her unsheathed anger.

"Honestly, you two, people might think you were talking dirty things!" Remus Lupin said.

"A person like you, maybe?" Sirius said suggestively with a wink. Remus made a disgusted noise and pretended to puke. The three best friends were in their dormitory and relaxing. Actually, they both watched their second best friend pack all three of their bags.

"At least Wormtail packed his trunks. I spoke too soon," he said then and only then catching sight of said Wormtail's bag. It was a mess and too the shock of the three other boys contained…feminine products. Make up was inside his bag and Remus was holding, open mouthed.

'Oh, Moony, you want to know the trade secret of putting it on? I'll show you,' the new comer, Wormtail said.

"Do I even want to know?" Remus asked. Peter shook his head with a grin. By that time, Sirius had messed up his own bags and had taken out a mountain of chocolate. He consumed without the knowledge of his friends. They all knew what happened when Sirius came into contact with sugar. It sent shivers down their spines remembering his game of rock, paper, scissors with himself.

(end flashback)

"So that's how you spent the last day of your seventh year?" asked James Potter and Lily Evan's son, Harry Potter. Remus nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He remember the day well. He wished that they could experience it again. The 4 Marauders. His friends, his family, his life.

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