When James Potter ominously showed up on his doorstep at 2 in the morning with a black hood, which was promptly put over his head, Sirius Black knew that this could mean only two things. A) James Potter had finally lost all of his one and a half remaining marbles and was going to serial kill him or B) It was time. Sirius knew it was probably the later; especially when he was unceremoniously shoved inside a car, his head bumping on the door, along with the owner of "Hey Sirius", who he knew was Lupin.

"James you tosser, what the fuck are you doing? I swear to all the gods and more that if you do not take this bloody bag off my head and untie my hands, I am going to drown you in bloody Thames!" Sirius said.

"Sorry lads, this is an intervention. Go to sleep Sirius, it's going to be a long drive." James said from somewhere in front of him and Sirius heard the distinct sound of the car engine being started.

Sirius remembers letting off a string of curses in a format that made sense to no one, including him. This wasn't the strangest thing James had done, and Sirius knew that he was overreacting a tad much, but suddenly being in a car with James and Remus, whose regulated breaths made him focus too much on the absence of Peter.

"Don't waste your energy on him Sirius. James has an idea, and illegality of kidnapping and tying people be dammed." Remus's soft voice broke his rant. Suddenly it was again too real. "But James, we need an answer. What are you trying to do here?"

James's only reply was turning on the radio at full volume.

It had all started with James, like most of these things do. When eleven years old Sirius had accidently walked into the wrong train compartment and ended up with a football to his face, he knew that what would come next would be legendary. James had apologized and the next thing they knew, they were 12 and begging Remus to play drums for their new band. And Remus had done that, spent every single free minute learning to hit the third, fourth hand drum set the boys had bought pooling all of their pocket money. The funny thing was that they never expected to actually make it to where they were. At that time, 12 year old James's one and only true love was football and 12 year old Sirius's only ambition was to be loved. Honestly, they had never expected to be 18 and be playing to a sold-out stadium, and never expected to be wash-outs at the ripe of age of 23.

"We are here." James said loudly waking Remus from his sleep.

"Where is 'here'? actually, James" Remus replied rubbing the sleep from his eyes and mussing his hair in what he considered to be a horrifying James Potter fashion, to make it presentable. The black hood that James had put on him prevented him from seeing anything other than the faint silhouette of light, from what he presumed to be the car window. The sick feeling of hunger rolled around his stomach and the air smelled of rain.

"India" replied James and suddenly Remus felt very awake, his mind going into hyper-drive. "What?!" he almost screeched, well he did screech and Sirius woke up to that sound, swearing bloody murder.

"What the bloody hell is your problem Moony?!"

"Prongs took us to fucking India!"

"INDIA? WHAT THE HELL PRONGS?" Sirius attempted to pivot his hands which were tied behind his back to take off his bag.

"Calm down, It's figurative India, not the real one because McGonagall couldn't set up that without your permission." James said sullenly. "I had to settle for the alternative, but it is really an amazing place really."

The sound of scuffling told Remus that James was turning towards them, and soon the light blackness of the hood gave way to the obnoxious light of English countryside. James's smiled apologetically at Remus before moving to take off Sirius's hood. The silence that fell on the constricted room of the van engulfed them into a painful silence, as they all tried not to look at the empty shotgun seat.

"Do you remember the Beatles?" James started awkwardly and Remus stopped pulling at a loose string of his jeans and stared at James.

"No actually, I don't think I do." Sirius said pointedly.

"They found themselves and their music in India, and came up with some of the best music on this planet. So, we are going to try that. India."

"Prongs…"

"James why can't you fucking understand that the marauders are done for." Sirius started angrily, "The moment Peter…"

The name sat like a heavy stone between them and Sirius looked very uncomfortable before starting again. "The moment Peter walked out and betrayed out trust, we were over."

"But we are not! Sirius we can't let what happened two years ago destroy our entire life. Peter left us and now we only have the people we trust. You can trust me to not leave you and you can trust Remus to not leave you too…" James said but Sirius interrupted, "I trusted Peter to not leave me too."

James and Sirius stared at each other and Remus suddenly felt very sick.

"We are not going to leave you. Sirius we are brothers with something much more thicker than blood. I am not going to let Peter take that away from us. We owe this to our younger selves to try it again. This band thing because I swear to god I never felt closer to complete ecstasy than I did playing up there with all of you. Please I need my friends with me."

James's words visibly softened Sirius, who now dropped his defensive pose and just looked tired. Remus didn't say anything because he didn't trust him to not betray the sick pleasure he felt hearing James say those words rather than him. He was needed.

"We don't have a bass player." Sirius said at last and James smiled a smile that could power several small countries.

"I arranged some people" James said, excitement dripping in his voice, before turning to look at Remus. "Moony? What do you think?"

Remus smiled. "Let's India this place."