Harry stared down at the Marauders map, or what would be the marauders map, if he chose to speak the incantation. He hadn't given any thought to it in quite a while. He was done at Hogwarts, and had no further use for it. That is, until he got an idea.

In Harry's third year Snape had tried to reveal what was on the map and the words of Moony Wormtail Padfoot and Prongs had appeared on the paper. He took a deep breathe and sat comfortably on his bed, of number 12 Grimmauld place, in the scarlet and gold clad room that used to belong to his godfather.

"Reveal your secrets!" Harry said, tapping his wand to the parchment and feeling quite stupid. He waited a few moments, sure he had failed.

Mr. Moony wonders why Mr. Harry Potter is trying to reveal the secrets of this map, when he already knows them.

Mr. Prongs agrees, but insists that Mr. Moony be a bit more polite to his son.

Mr. Padfoot insists that Mr. Moony, and Mr. Prongs are both idiots. He would like to add that it is clear that Mr. Harry Potter is trying to contact his family.

Mr. Prongs would smack Mr. Padfoot over the back of his head, if he was not dead.

Mr. Moony wonders what Mr. Potter must think of his father and godfather, squabbling like children.

Mr. Padfoot believes that Mr. Moony's continued habit of thinking too much was no helped by the fact that he died the oldest.

Mr. Moony is not old.

Mr. Prongs would like to express from the opinion of someone who died at age 21, dying old is not a bad thing.

Harry stared hard at the piece of parchment. Were the marauders really off in some other dimension arguing like 10 year olds? No, rhetorical question, of course they were. He wondered how long the parchment would continue to clear and refill itself.

Mr. Moony would like to remind his good friends that Mr. Harry Potter is still watching us.

Mr. Padfoot forgot.

Mr. Prongs would like to register his astonishment that Mr. Padfoot lived to be 35 with such a remarkably low amount of brain power.

Mr. Prongs would also like to tell his one and only beloved son that he is unbelievably proud, and to assure him that even though Mr. Prongs cannot be present, he loves young Harry very much.

Mr. Padfoot would like to have it known as well, that his godson brightened the last years of his life, more than any one else could have possibly managed.

Mr. Moony believes that his favorite student realizes how much he cares and hopes that Harry is not having too much difficulty with Teddy.

Mr. Prongs believes that any son of Mr. Moony's is very likely to spend all his time reading.

Mr. Padfoot misses eating.

Harry couldn't stop himself from laughing, even as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. As much as he missed Sirius and Lupin, and wished he could have known his father, he knew that they all belonged together – wherever they were.

"Bye Dad…Sirius…Lupin…" Harry mumbled, and touched his wand to the parchment.

"Mischief managed."

He choked on those last words. The page wiped itself clean and Moony Padfoot and Prongs were once again, only memories. In that moment Harry swore to himself that when Teddy was old enough, he'd get to see this lasting imprint of the famous marauders. He held the map close to his chest, and doubled over with the effort to fight the tears.

A/N: Very quick fanfic in which Harry gets another chance to meet the marauders. Random idea I had while rereading Order of the Phoenix.