Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own anything besides this idea.

Summary: "Now, now, Padfoot. We've had our fun. It's time to pass this along to our successors." "But who could possibly be worthy?" Enter the second generation, in which each chapter subjects a new person to the Marauder's fate. What strange changes begin to happen to each person as they start to accept their fate?

The beginning of sixth year was like no other, but there was nothing unusual about this small detail-every year managed to surprise the incoming students, at least those surrounding Harry Potter. What made this year so different from the others was that, for once, Harry wasn't in grave peril from Death Eaters.

The same could not be said about beautiful girls and angry best friends.

"What's got her knickers in a bunch?" Ron Weasley was at Harry's side, staring with a confused expression as Hermione Granger stomped off to the library, angry blotches of color on her face.

"Maybe it's something you did," Harry muttered, but Ron wasn't paying any attention.

"Do you reckon she just misses Viktor?" The two wizards entered the Great Hall, which was festively decorated for the coming holiday. Small trees were already making an appearance in the corners and, to Harry's delight, seemed to be blocking Draco Malfoy from his usual seat. Harry watched as Draco tried to push Crab out of his seat and tripped over his own robes, sliding balls-first into a tree trunk.

"Harry, are you listening to me, mate?" Ron threw a bean at Harry and he took his gaze off Malfoy to listen to his friend, still unable to remove the smile from his face.

"What?"

"I said, do you reckon she misses Viktor? That's why she's so pissed about me and Lavender?"

"Viktor? She hasn't talked about him since he went back to Bulgaria. No, I think it's something else. Maybe she feels..." Harry found himself unable to continue, as a beautiful black and white owl soared towards him.

"Bit late for mail, isn't it?" Ron muttered. The owl scoped down and dropped an envelope into Harry's outstretched hand before landing and sticking her face in his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Odd." Hermione had suddenly materialized from thin air and was taking a seat on the other side of Harry. The envelope, in truth, was rather odd. Instead of the aging-tan color of most wizard letters, or the vivid red of a howler, this envelope was a deep, velvety-blue color and had a faint luminosity when Harry turned it to face the light.

"Very odd. Go on then, open it! Maybe it's from the ministry asking you to start Auror training early."

"Yeah, right." Harry turned the letter over in his palm and gently pulled it open, removing another blue piece of parchment from it. He held it up for the others to see.

Dear Harry,
You have been chosen for a task that which you cannot deny. Once chosen, you stand apart from those you once called friends. Meet in the Shrieking Shack this Friday at 8 p.m. and do not bring anyone else. Resistance is punishable with death.

"Hm," was all Harry said.

"Are you going?" Hermione was skimming the letter for any minor details that they might have missed.

"I guess."

"But," Ron was shaking slightly. "What if this person...or people...are Death Eaters. What if they want to lure you out of the castle so they can suck your blood!"

"What, now they're vampires, too?"

"Death Eaters don't suck blood, Ronald, they suck...um, never mind. We'd better get to class before Snape tries to hex us out of here." Hermione was blushing but nodded up to the large front table where Snape was eyeing them with utmost hatred, and most definitely looked like one or two hexes were running through his mind right now. They headed off to Potions, sure that Slughorn would have a fairly entertaining lesson prepared.

At 7:45 p.m. Harry grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and left the school grounds, heading to the much-hated whomping willow that once almost crushed Ron and him to bits. He grabbed a stick, poked the knot right inside the trunk entrance, and slid inside quietly. Once on his feet, his raised his wand and prepared to stun anything that might want to attack him. Ron's seemingly bizarre idea now seemed entirely logical.

Harry heard footsteps coming from the room at the top of the shambled steps and raised his wand higher. A small bit of light was coming from the room.

"It's now or never," he muttered to himself before flinging the door open all the way. Before he could see anything someone flung themselves at him and knocked him over. Another person, a man, whispered incoherently and ropes formed around his wrists and ankles.

"Oh, blimey!" Ron was right, then. Definitely Death Eaters.

"Are you alone?" A voice whispered in his ear, sending shivered down his spine.

"Well, obviously! No ones come to blow your ass up, have they?" Harry growled into the dirty floor.

"Excellent. It's time." Harry was grabbed roughly around the sides and spun around, facing two men who looked oddly familiar.

"Moony? Padfoot? Bloody hell, what are you doing?" The men in question grinned mischievously and sat down on the floor next to Harry.

"Harry, we've come to an agreement." Sirius stated, while Lupin nodded along with him.

"What, you're finally going to get married?" Sirius blushed Scarlett and Lupin couldn't contain himself from allowing a wide smile to stretch across his face.

"Not yet, Harry. No, this is something entirely different. You see, we've decided that our days as the Marauders of Hogwarts have finally come to an end, being that I turn into a savage wolf once a month and Sirius has already died once before."

"About that, why are you alive right now? Shouldn't you be in that terrible arch, waiting for us to come find you?"

"Well," Sirius blushed again. "I simply couldn't leave my Moony all alone, so I decided to come out for awhile. Don't worry, during your seventh year I will once again be in the arch awaiting your visit."

"Anyways, we will be passing the legacy of the Maruaders on to you." Lupin ended, looking as if he was bestowing a great honor to Harry.

"Guys, I've already roamed every corridor in the castle including the hidden ones, found my way into the chamber of secrets, and accidentally walked in on Moaning Murtle getting naked in the prefects bathroom. I think I've had enough of Maraudering for a few months, at least."

"Oh, but Harry!" Sirius whined, but Lupin held up a finger to silence him. he removed his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"We told you, resistance is met with death, Harry. Do you want to die?" Lupin approached his vulnerable body with a look of insanity set into his otherwise handsome features.

"You're barking mad! Fine, fine I'll do it! But honestly, what trouble do you expect me to get into on my own?"

"Oh don't worry about that, you won't be alone for very long." This having been said, Harry was handed a fresh copy of the Maruaders Map and thrown with much force from the trunk of the willow.

"Why me?" Harry's perfectly calm start to the school year had been disrupted by two people who Harry had thought were perfectly sane adults. Geez, no wonder Fred and George worship them. Harry was so deep in thought that he forgot to put his invisibility cloak back on and just so happened to walk right into Snape.

"What are you doing awake, Potter?"

"Oi, go burn yourself, Snivilus!" Harry marched right passed a very shocked Snape and didn't stop until he was right outside the Griffindor common room.

Why did I say that? What the hell made me say that?

And all of the sudden, Harry wished Mrs. Norris were here so he could kick her. Hard. What did Moony and Padfoot do to him?

I know this first chapter is kind of boring, but it will get more interesting as more people are added to the group! Please review, this is my first HP fanfic. And yes, the very mild SiriusxLupin slash was intentional. They're cute together, don't you think?
~Alex