I left Hogwarts after my fourth year feeling relieved. The year was over, and with it came summer. I left King's Cross Station with Eliza, and feeling refreshed, started the trek to my family's house about half a mile away. Fourth year had been a particularly boring one, but that didn't stop Eliza and I from talking about the highlights.

"I still can't believe you got away with it," Eliza said, chuckling. "You nearly blew up the entire dungeon!"

"I'm loud, not stupid," I replied. "I knew as soon as the potion turned green to switch it with a Slytherin's and run."

My friend and I were both cracking up. Eliza had been my friend since that Halloween second year, and despite the slight age difference, we were close as sisters. She was one of those people you don't realize are beautiful until you really know them. At first all you see is acne, a slight hunch, and big nose. But then you get to know her, and all of a suden you notice her reflective brown eyes, and her ashy brown hair that always has beach waves like what the hell Eliza you don't even swim and you just realize how awesome she is. And then you become jealous of her because you have brown hair too but it isn't as ashy and it isn't fair you want ashy hair too and-

Sorry, getting off topic. Point is, Eliza's awesome, great personality, one of those hidden beauty types. We had a pact that if we were thirty-five and unmarried we would raise a kid together. Now that's friendship kids.

...

"Mum! I'm home," I exclaimed as me and Eliza walked into the entryway of my house. It was fairly large, with three bedrooms, but since Loretta moved out, we used the extra bedroom to store my comic books. We heard a crash from the kitchen and my mother stumbled out, looking disheveled.

"Hello sweet," she said, walking toward me with a slight limp and gave me a hug. "You're back just in time. I'm having a battle with pot roast, and I would appreciate your help."

I rolled my eyes. It was a wide standing rule in our household that Mum wasn't allowed to cook, a rule that my mother tried to break at every opportunity. She had it in her head that if she could cook, the trophy wives on our street would let her into their little clique. I did not know why Mum would want to be friends with them in the first place, but I suppose she must have been a bit lonely. Dad worked at the ministry, Loretta was moved out, and I was at school all year. I couldn't blame her for trying to keep herself occupied. Still won't let her cook, though.

"Why don't you let me and Liza take over, hm?" I asked, smiling at my mother, who letting out a sound of exhaustion and defeat, sat down on the couch. All the way there she was grumbling about Terry Wilkinson and how there was no way she was going to be invited to trophy wife potluck nest Tuesday. Eliza and I looked at eachover, eyebrows raised, before going to the kitchen to assess the damage that my mother caused. Needless to say, there was a lot.

"Merlin, why does she have access to a kitchen?" Eliza asked as she helped me scrape the broken remains of pot roast off the ceiling.

"My question is why she tried making pot roast without a pot," I replied, throwing the failed dish into the trash, before asking her, "So what do you suggest we make now?"

"Pasta would be nice," she replied thoughtfully. "Or maybe pizza!"

"We should have some frozen pizzas," I replied, and together my friend and I started making an edible dinner.

...

"Harper, do you smell something burning?" Mum asked me. Eliza and I had put the pizza in the oven, so we were watching American television.

"No mum," I said, exasperated. "What would be burning right no-" eyes wide with realization, I made eye contact with Eliza, both of us thinking the same thing: the pizza.

"OH SHIT!" We shrieked in unison, and ran to the kitchen. Upon entering, we discovered that the pizza had burned in the oven, so much in fact that the oven had caught on fire. Being normal human beings (aside from the whole 'witch' thing), we did the natural thing: freaked the hell out.

"OH MY GOD" I exclaimed, and jumped onto the counter farthest away from the oven, Eliza joining me in my distress. Mum ran into the kitchen, hearing our pathetic cries for help. Then, seeing the fire, she jumped onto the counter and hugged us, screaming for dear life. We're a productive bunch, I know.

Trying to stop the flames, I grabbed an open bottle next to me and splashed the contents on the fire (from a safe distance of course). However, that only made the inferno stronger.

"That was alcohol!" Mum screamed at me.

"Why do you have alcohol on the counter?!" I shrieked back at her.

"I get lonely!"

"Alcohol isn't the answer!"

"I'm not an alcoholic Harper!"

"You sure?!"

"We can talk about your mother's drinking habits later!" Eliza cut in. "You're kitchen is on fire!"

This seemed to strike my mum and I out of our argument. Together, the three of us grabbed the detachable faucet and tried to spray it on the fire. Unfortunately, since we were not exactly in the correct state of mind, we ended up spraying everything except the fire.

This most likely would have carried on until the entire house was aflame if it had not been for my father arriving (with guests) and saying a quick Aqua Eructo Charm and extinguishing the fire.

For a moment all is silent, Mum, Eliza, and I just looking at each over. Then, filled with life, the three of us began to bounce around the kitchen, high on being alive.

Eliza and I hugged each over, tears of joy streaming down our cheeks. My mother joined our group hug, and together we sunk to the floor, relieved smiles on our faces. Keep in mind we had not noticed that Dad had brought visitors, and said visitors were now looking at the burnt kitchen and the three weirdos crying in the center of the wreckage.

Embarrassed, my father turned to his visitors that we still had yet to notice. "I'm terribly sorry about this," I hear him say. "My family can be a bit eccentric at times."

"It's no problem," I, along with my two companions, heard a female voice say. We all froze, realizing that there were other people around. Slowly, we distangled from our little group hug and got up, trying to look at least slightly presentable. It was at this time when me and Eliza got a good look at the visitors; A pair of middle aged wizards, married judging from their conjoined hands, and beside them, James Potter and Sirius Black.

Eliza and I were speechless. Half of the Marauders, in my house? The Marauders were legendary. Four boys, all extraordinary, each of them with there own fanclub, even Peter Pettigrew. Their pranks were to be remembered for years to come, and I had two of them in my house.

Now I know what you're thinking: Harper, are you in one of these fanclubs? Well voice in my head, no. I was in an entirely different kind of club, one with little members, and very few people that know of it's existence. I'm talking about a club that doesn't freak out over one Marauder in particular, but two of them. Together. Sexually. Sometimes three of them. Four if we were feeling adventurous. Yes, I'm talking about shipping, yaoi, guy on guy love, whatever you want to call it. The point is I had two boys in my house and if they kissed, I would pass out from happiness. THIS WAS NOT A GOOD THING.

"What are they doing here?" I asked my father, snapping out of my reverie. A sharp elbow dug into my side, and I turned to see my mother glaring at me.

"Harper, these are the boys staying with us over the summer," Dad told me. It was at this point I started choking on air, with Eliza hitting my back in an attempt to help me.

"What?!" I exclaimed after getting over my choking fit.

"Honey, we owled you about this," Mum said, touching my arm.

"Do you mean the grocery list you sent me last month?" I asked her, disbelieving. Her eyes widened in realization, and then grinned sheepishly at me. I facepalmed before turning to our guests.

"Uh, sorry about all this," I said to them, gesturing to the burnt mess that was my family's kitchen. "This isn't a usual occurrence, I promise."

"Only every other Tuesday."

"Shut up Eliza."

"Harper, why don't you show the boys to the guest bedroom," Dad said, a tired smile on his face. "Give them the grand tour."

Nodding, I turned to the two Marauders, who were grinning ear to ear. "Uh just follow me then," I said nervously, and started out of the kitchen. Behind me, I heard Eliza talking to the pair.

"Hello Flume."

"Potter, Black. Fancy seeing you here."

"We could say the same to you."

"Harper's my friend."

"Who's Harper?"

And thus the Marauders entered my life. Merlin help me.