The Marauders sat under their oak tree, one reading, one playing with a snitch, one watching and one…. was a dog. It looked like the Grim. The Grim dog sat there, laying stretched out in the sun.

The boy reading looked up. "Padfoot, must you do this in public? You could get caught!"

The dog looked at him, snorted, and then resumed his lounge.

James Potter laughed. "Do you think he would care if he got caught, Remus?"

"Not really, but still."

"Aw, do you care, Remmy?" James asked with a mock tone.

"I care if one of my friends can get taken to Azkaban!" Remus retorted.

The dog sighed, stood up, walked into the tree line, and out came a 16 year old boy. "Are you happy now, Moons?"

"Yes, quite."

"James, how do you do that?" Peter Pettigrew asked awed.

"I don't know, Peter. Gifted, I suppose." James replied lazily, continuing to release and catch the Snitch.

"Sirius! Give it back!" James yawned, looked up, and saw Remus chasing Padfoot across the Hogwarts grounds.

When the two boys finally settled themselves back at the tree, James asked Sirius: "Why did you do that? I mean, it was funny, but Rem is sensitive and we don't want to embarrass him." James smiled and Remus punched him- surprisingly hard- in the arm.

Black smiled, leaned over, and kissed Remus on the cheek. "He deserved it."

Ok, this story was just an idea I had. No one ever said it was a good idea. If you like it, great. If not, that's fine.