Harry Potter and the Marauder's Secret

A Re-Write of the Harry Potter Series

By: marauderette-47

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not claim to own the series, characters, or any lines quoted directly from the books. I am making no money from this creation. It is purely for the enjoyment of myself and other fans. Please don't sue!:)

Author's Note: Wow, thank you so much for all the support, guys! I know that this is a very fast update, but that's just because I wanted to get the story off the ground:) The next chapter will probably be up Thursday or Friday night:) Enjoy and PLEASE review!


The Extendables

Nearly ten years had passed since Voldemort's apparent defeat, and Harry Potter wasn't a baby any longer. He had grown into a happy young boy, who had both his father's looks and sense of humor. But he wasn't all like James – he shared his mother's compassion and smarts. Harry was a very well-rounded child, and no other child in all the world had grown up so pampered and loved. But while Harry'd had a happy childhood, it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. Harry didn't have any friends – he wasn't allowed to leave his backyard if he went outside to play. He couldn't go to school, either. His Mum and Dad taught him at home. But Lily and James knew that things were about to change – for little Harry Potter had just turned eleven, and was due to receive his Hogwarts letter any day.

On this unseasonably hot August morning, Harry Potter woke up in his bedroom, sweating and panting. He'd had an awful nightmare the night before – but as he tried to recall what it had been about, he found that he couldn't remember any details. But the sense of death and horror he'd felt was terrifying enough to keep him in bed a few minutes longer. When he finally controlled his breathing, Harry sat up, and reached over to his bedside table. He groped blindly around until his fingers hit a cool metal frame, and he slammed his glasses onto his face with perhaps a bit too much force. He sighed, and rolled out of bed, wishing that he could have just gone back to sleep for a few more hours.

Harry's small feet hit the wooden floor of his room, and he hit the light switch on his far left wall. The light that suddenly brightened his room was blinding, and for a moment, Harry had to shield his eyes. When he was finally used to the light, he looked around his room. The room in the home he'd been confined to since infancy. He simply could not wait until he could go to school – it wasn't that he didn't love his parents, but he wanted to meet people his own age.

Harry padded through his room to his closet, and threw on some casual robes as quickly as he could. He could already smell his mother's cooking from two floors below, and his stomach let out a loud growl. He was sure that from his father's bedroom across the hall, James's stomach was doing exactly the same thing.

At the exact same moment, James and Harry stepped out of their wooden doorways, and into the carpeted hallways. They grinned at each other for a moment, before Lily's breakfast called to them once again. Glancing at each other once, they nodded, and raced down the old marble staircase as quickly as they could. James was bigger than Harry, but Harry was faster, and beat his father to the kitchen with a smirk.

"Alright, alright," laughed James, taking his seat at the breakfast table. "You beat me this time, squirt, but don't forget who gave you life."

"Mum?" joked Harry, filling his goblet with pumpkin juice.

"And don't you forget it!" exclaimed Lily as she served her boys their eggs. "And honestly, must you two race down here every morning? I mean-"

"Oh, come now, Lily!" smirked James. "Just a bit of fun before breakfast, you know."

"Besides Mum," said Harry, through a mouthful of toast. "What else is there to do? It's not like we can go play in the park."

"Harry, we've told you before-" began Lily with a sigh, but James cut her off with a laugh.

"See Harry, this is the life you get when you defeat a Dark Lord!" chortled James.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I was a baby."

"Which makes it all the more impressive!"

"Boys!" chastised Lily. "No fighting at the breakfast table, please."

"Sorry, Mum."

"Sorry, Lily."

"Anyway," said Lily, as she finally took her seat next to her husband. "Harry, I believe the mail is due to come today. It's Thursday, isn't it?"

"Yes!" said Harry excitedly. "Do you think Professor Dumbledore will send it with Ginger?"

Ginger was the owl that Professor Dumbledore sent to the Potter family every week. Ginger gave the Potters any news that Dumbledore wanted to share with them, and she also brought care packages for the small family. Ginger was how the Potters had been getting their food, clothes, and other necessities for ten years.

"I'm sure he will," said James optimistically as he sipped his tea. "Children usually get their letters around this time, and your birthday was two days ago. Although, he might wait a while just to drive you nuts."

"Dad," laughed Harry. "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't do that to me!"

"Oh, no?" asked James, as he looked up to meet his son's green eyes. "Harry, did I ever tell you about the time that Padfoot and I-"

"Yes." Replied Harry and Lily at the same time.

"You don't even know what I was about to say!"

"It doesn't matter, Dad." chuckled Harry. "I've heard all the stories about you and Padfoot."

"I know how much you must miss him, James." Murmured Lily, as she placed her small hand on her husband's. "But once Voldemort is gone-"

"And when will that be?" challenged James, raising an eyebrow. "He hasn't shown himself in a decade, love. How much longer must we wait? What if Harry really did kill him? What if he's not coming back, and we're just wasting away here for nothing?"

Lily sighed, and tried not to cry. Staying confined to one home for such a very long time had been so hard on her and her family, but she really tried to stay strong for her husband and son. She knew that the pain of letting Sirius Black and Remus Lupin think that Lily and James were dead was eating away at her husband's heart, but they didn't have a choice.

"James," said Lily soothingly. "I know this has been hard on you. It's been hard on all of us. But I'm sure that Dumbledore is only doing what he knows is best for us."

"Why should that old loon get to control our lives?" hissed James, glaring at the window from where he sat. "He stopped being our Headmaster fifteen years ago."

"Harry," said Lily coolly. "Would you mind going to your room for a bit, sweetheart? I need to speak with your father for a bit by ourselves."

"Sure," said Harry angrily. "Go to my room. What else is new?"

Before Lily had a chance to admonish her son's behavior, Harry stormed from the kitchen back up the steps that he had so recently raced down with his dad. Feeling stressed and anxious wasn't anything new to Harry. He lived a happy life with his parents most of the time, but occasionally, it all just became too much, especially for his Dad. But Harry had learned to accept the way things were, since there was nothing he could do to change it.

Not feeling much like going to his room at all, Harry stopped at the third floor of his home instead of the fourth, where his room was. Harry sank to his knees in front of one of his mother's potted plants at the end of the hallway, and let his thoughts just wander through his head. Would Professor Dumbledore give him his Hogwarts letter soon? What would school be like? Would everyone know his name? Of course Harry knew what his parents had told him about Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't wait to have his own experiences.

Harry sighed, and reached his hand into the shrub he was leaning on. He felt around for a moment, before grinning triumphantly as he pulled the spare Extendable Ear from its hiding place. Harry stood up, and ran back to the staircase, leaning over the edge of the railing as he lowered his little prank. He held the other part of the Ear to his own ear, and listened as his parents' muffled voices floated to him.

"It's just not fair," that was his Dad.

"When have our lives ever been fair, James?" that was Mum. "Would you rather not have Harry? Hm?"

Harry felt a pinching in his face, like when he was about to cry. He held his breath as he waited for his father's response.

"Of course I want Harry!" said James immediately, and Harry immediately released the breath he'd been holding. "But we've been stuck here for ten years, Lily. Don't tell me you don't miss Hestia, and Sirius and Remus?"

"Of course I miss them," sighed Lily. "But I love Harry more than I miss them; I will do anything to keep our son safe."

"And you're saying that I won't?" challenged James.

"James…you do realize that Harry is probably listening to us with those Extendable Ears you gave to him, don't you?" said Lily after a moment of thought. Before he could hear his father's reply, Harry quickly pulled the Extendable Ear back up to him, wrapped the string around his wrist, and ran back to the potted plant. Harry threw the ear into the shrub, and darted to his room as quickly as he could.

Harry threw himself onto his bed, and hid his head under his down pillow. He felt a sinking feeling in his gut, and tried not cry. Usually, Harry tried not to think about how much pain he put his parents through every single day. Because of him, they hadn't seen their friends, families, or colleagues in a decade. And sometimes, Harry pretended that none of that mattered, because they had him. But after the conversation he had just eavesdropped on, he knew that he had to do something.

And then it dawned on him –

"Dad's mirror!"


Harry hadn't been lying; he had heard every single story about the Marauders' school days that there was; which meant that Harry had heard about his father's two-way mirror. He and his best friend, Sirius Black, had used them when they were in separate detentions. His Dad had kept the mirror as a keepsake, and had even told Harry how to use it. And that explained why Harry was crawling through his father's storage closet, searching vigorously for the mirror he knew was there.

And then, his fingers hit a plate of cold, hard glass.

"Yes!" whispered Harry victoriously. He grabbed the mirror from its resting place in an old cardboard box, and brought it back to his room. He crawled into his own closet, turned on the light, and stared into the dusty old mirror.

The reflection that stared back at him was his own, thin face. He had jet black hair upon his head, which was disheveled and messy just like his Dad's. He also shared the round, wire-rim glasses that his father wore, and his signature smirk. But he had his mother's gorgeous emerald eyes, and her flawless complexion. But the lightning bolt shaped scare that rested on his forehead was a trait from neither of his parents. No. That scar was the signature of Lord Voldemort, whom Harry had defeated when he was just a small baby.

Harry took a deep breath, and spoke to the mirror. "I'd like to see Sirius Black."

It was only after he'd said the words that Harry realized he didn't have a clue what he was doing. He didn't even know Sirius, and Sirius was under the impression that Harry lived a secluded life with his Aunt and Uncle. What if Harry's Dad walked in while Harry was talking to Sirius? Sirius thought that Harry's parents were dead! Harry's breathing rapidly quickened, and he wished he could just tell the mirror, 'Never mind, I don't want to talk to him!' But it was too late, and a minute later, Harry heard a small voice come from the reflective glass he was holding.

"H-Hello?"

Harry groaned, and looked to meet the gray eyes of his godfather. He sighed, and said, "Hi."

Sirius Black was a handsome man. He had shoulder-length black hair, that Harry could tell Sirius spent a great deal of time on. He had kind gray eyes, but it seemed like they had been frozen over with sadness. Sirius was staring at Harry in disbelief, and whispered, "J-James?"

"Are you Sirius Black?" whispered Harry. There was no doubt in his brain that the man he was speaking to was Sirius – he had seen plenty of pictures of him. But he remembered that he wasn't supposed to be with his parents, so it would seem more real if he was unsure of the identity of the man in the mirror.

"Yes?" said Sirius uncertainly.

"I'm Harry Potter." Said Harry weakly. "I-I found this old mirror, and I don't know what I did, but now I'm talking to you."

"Harry?" croaked Sirius, staring at his godson for the first time in ten years. "Harry, is that really you? Blimey, you look so much like your Dad…Harry, where are you? Where can I meet you at?"

"Don't meet me anywhere!" said Harry quickly. "I shouldn't even be talking to you! I just, I wanted to meet you!"

"Harry," murmured Sirius painfully. "I just, I want you to know, that I tried so hard to convince Dumbledore to let me raise you! It was even stated in your parents' will that if anything were, were to happen to them that you were to come live with me! But he refused, he wouldn't give me your location…but that didn't stop me, I still searched. But I could never find you. I am so, so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Sirius." said Harry. "Really, I'm very happy where I am."

Sirius let out a breath of relief, and sighed, "Thank God."

"So…you knew my parents pretty well, didn't you?" asked Harry pathetically.

Sirius didn't speak – Harry wasn't sure that he could. He only nodded.

"My Aunt tells me I'm a lot like Dad," said Harry slyly. "And I've been feeling rather cooped up and sad lately – when Dad felt like that, how did you make him feel better?"

Sirius took a deep breath, and wiped a tear from his sad eye. In that moment, Harry found himself very angry with Professor Dumbledore. Why would he put Sirius in so much pain?

"Well," said Sirius, trying to steady himself. "He didn't like being cooped up in one place for too long. He loved adventure, and getting around. Know what I mean?"

Harry nodded – that sounded like his Dad.

"And if we were on what Professor McGonagall called 'house arrest', we had to stay in our dorms with nothing to do. We had to do that quite a lot, actually, because of all the mischief we managed to get into. Anyway, whenever your Dad got restless, Remus and I, we'd put an undetectable extension charm on the wardrobe. Remus always was the best with spells. And we'd use spells to re-create Hogsmeade, and then we'd transform into our Anamgi and run around." Here, Sirius seemed to be lost in the memory, so Harry was surprised when Sirius looked directly at him again. "But seeing as you can't do that, I'd recommend sneaking out of your room and going to the park or something. Just get some fresh air, alright?"

"I will," lied Harry. "Thank you, Sirius."

"Anytime," said Sirius sadly. "And Harry – remember, if you ever need me for anything, call on me, okay? I'll start keeping the mirror on me. Thank you so much for letting me know you're alright."

"I'm fine," said Harry again. "And I will. But I have to go now. Bye, Sirius."

"Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye."


With the help of his Mum, Harry took Sirius's advice very seriously. He didn't tell her why he wanted her to help him re-create Hogsmeade in his Dad's closet, and he didn't tell her who'd given him the idea. But Lily could sense that Harry really wanted to help, so she did what he asked mostly without question.

"I hope this makes him feel better," mumbled Harry, as he and Lily now stepped into the mile-long closet of James Potter.

"What do you mean, dear?" asked Lily absentmindedly as she began to re-create Hogsmeade. "What makes you think he's upset?"

"Just the way he was acting this morning," shrugged Harry. "I hate seeing him so sad."

"He'll be alright, sweetheart." Promised Lily. "But this is a very kind thing you're doing for him. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

Harry grinned. "I hope so."


"Now James," Harry heard his Mum telling his Dad downstairs. "Harry really put a lot of thought into what he's about to show you."

"What does he want to show me?" asked James curiously, most traces of sadness gone from his voice. "What did he do?"

Harry knew that his Mum was smiling, even though he couldn't see her. "You'll see."

Then, Harry heard his parents coming upstairs, so he raced into their room and sat patiently on their soft, silk bed. When James came through the door, he looked curiously at his son. "Yes, Harry? What is it you wanted to show me?"

Harry grinned. "I 've thought of something to make you feel better!"

"Why do I need to feel better?" asked James, smiling as though to show Harry that he was alright.

"I, er, sort of overheard you and Mum talking this morning. I know you're sad, Dad, so I wanted to do something special for you. Come here." Harry took his Dad's large, warm hand in his own, and told him to close his eyes. "I won't walk you into a wall," he promised. James did as he was told, and Harry led him into 'Hogsmeade'.

"Mm, it smells like Butterbeer!" exclaimed James, as he inhaled more familiar scents. "And is that – Honeydukes chocolate? Harry, what's going on?"

"Dad," smiled Harry. "Welcome to Hogsmeade!"

"Harry," murmured James in awe. "Where in the world did you get the idea to do this?"

Harry fidgeted for a moment, though James didn't notice. He finally said in a small voice, "I saw how sad you were earlier, and I knew that I had to do something to help. Since I can't do magic yet, I had Mum cast the spells, but I told her what I wanted to do."

"I know, I know," said James quickly. "But the inspiration. The idea. How did you know to do this, son? It's not that I don't love it, because I do, but the idea isn't a…common one, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, it just came to me." Lied Harry. Harry felt bad about all the lying, but he couldn't tell his Dad that he talked to Sirius. Not only would James be disappointed that Harry broke the rules, he would also be very tempted to break the same rules himself. And Harry knew that his Dad could not do that.

James smiled broadly, and took his son's hand. Together, they began to walk down the road of their own personal Hogsmeade. "When the other Marauders and I were put on house arrest, this is the exact same thing that Sirius and Remus would do for me to cheer me up. Would you like a grand tour?"

Harry didn't tell his Dad that he'd seen the entire village while his Mum had been constructing it. If giving Harry a tour of Hogsmeade took James's mind off of things, then Harry was in no position to turn down his Dad's offer. Instead, he nodded his head eagerly, and followed his Dad.

James showed Harry everything there was to show about Hogsmeade. They started with Honeydukes, because James couldn't bear smelling the chocolate but not eating it. When they stepped inside, Harry (even though he had already seen it once) gasped at the sight of the shelves and shelves of candy. He knew it must taste delicious, and James did, too. Together, father and son devoured more chocolate than they ever had in their whole lives.

After Honeydukes, James showed Harry Zonko's. Zonko's Joke Shop was by far Harry's favorite place in Hogsmeade, and James's as well. Lily had truly outdone herself in detail. Everything in Zonko's was perfect, right down to the labels on the prank packages. James was able to show Harry all of the fun things that he and his mates used to buy and use in the castle. He even managed to pull a small joke on Harry, and the two boys dissolved in laughter. They chased each other through the store with licorice wands, and had a fantastic time.

Next was the Three Broomsticks Pub. There were two steaming mugs of Butterbeer for Harry and James to drink, that Lily had obviously left for them. They didn't stay in the Three Broomsticks for long, but while they were there, James recounted tales of his youth to his son.

For three and a half hours, James and Harry paraded around Hogsmeade village, joking and recalling stories. After a while, though, the father and son began to get tired.

"Let's head back," laughed James. "I'm sure this place will still be here tomorrow if we feel like coming back."

Harry nodded, and took James's hand. For fifteen minutes, they walked back to James's closet door in silence, and when they finally re-entered James's room, they sat upon his bed. James looked seriously into his son's eyes for a moment, and then, things began to get sentimental.

"I can't thank you enough, son." began James. "I was feeling rather cooped up and lonely this morning, but you've taken my mind off of it and made things seem okay. You reminded me why we're here at all – so that you can stay safe to make memories of your own in Hogsmeade one day. I would do anything for you Harry, you know that. I can't begin to imagine how you knew what would make me feel better, son, but you did. Thank you, Harry." James then pulled his small son into an embrace, and Harry couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

"Thanks, Dad." He beamed. Never before had Harry Potter felt so important.

"Have fun in Hogsmeade, boys?" laughed Lily, as she entered the room as well. "Did I do the village justice?"

"Lily," smirked James. "You have truly outdone yourself."

Lily shrugged, but laughed. "Why thank you, dear Prongs."

"Since when do you call me Prongs?" joked James, raising a dark eyebrow.

Harry could see that things were once again right with his family, and he left his parents to talk alone. He went back to his own room, and sat down on his bed. From across the hallway, he heard his parents laugh madly, and Harry continued to smile. He knew that he had done the right thing, even if he had broken the rules by talking to Sirius. It was all worth it as long as his parents were still smiling.

"I'm a good son," breathed Harry. He laughed to himself, and looked to his bedside table, where he'd left the mirror after he'd finished talking to Sirius. He wondered if he should talk to his godfather again to thank him, or if he should just forget that he'd ever done it at all. The latter seemed like it would get him in less trouble, so he carefully grabbed the old mirror and placed it in his wardrobe, underneath some socks. It would be safe there, Harry was sure.

Just then, a tapping on his window snapped Harry out of his reverie. He looked out, and saw Ginger pecking her beak on the thick glass. He also saw that the red owl had two rather large envelopes in her beak. Excitedly, Harry pulled on the latch of his window, and pushed the frame open for the bird to fly in. Ginger did so gratefully, and dropped the letters on Harry's Gryffindor Lions comforter. Without even waiting to see if she was needed to send a reply, Ginger ruffled her feathers and flew back out the window. Harry shut it behind her, and then happily ran back to the letters.

The first letter was small, and it was addressed to his parents. It was probably just their weekly update. He shoved it to the side, and focused on the thicker envelope, which was addressed to him and had the Hogwarts Seal on it.

Mr. H. Potter.

The last bedroom on the right.

Third Floor.

Potter Manor.

Cokeworth.

"My letter!" shouted Harry. As if on cue, Lily and James ran into Harry's room, and grinned widely. They used their hands to say that Harry should continue opening it, and the excited youth did so rather quickly.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"Oh Harry, congratulations!" shouted Lily jovially, as she pulled her son into a hug. "Oh, but our owl's late! Where is Ginger?"

"She already left." Said Harry quickly, too excited to say anything slow. "She didn't wait for a reply. She seemed to be in a hurry. But Mum, Dad, Hogwarts!"

"I know!" shouted James as he laughed. "Oh, we'll get to take you to Diagon Alley! We'll show you all the best places to-"

But just then, James seemed to realize what he was saying. Of course they wouldn't get to take their son to Diagon Alley. They'd risk being spotted. Harry would either have to be escorted by Dumbledore, or sent his school supplies by owl.

"There's another letter she had," said Harry, trying to break the sudden sad and awkward silence. Suddenly, his mood wasn't so ecstatic. "It's addressed you two. It's on my bed."

Almost robotically, Lily reached over and took the letter in her hands. She tore it open slowly, and read it as quickly as anything. Her mood seemed to lighten as the letter continued in length, and when the quick and messy scrawl ended, Lily was practically beaming.

"Oh, Harry!" she shouted. "Oh, Harry, Harry! James, read that letter aloud, would you?"

Confused, James took the letter, and read it aloud:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

To begin with your weekly update, nothing has changed since last week. There is no more sign of Voldemort now than there has been in the last ten years. I imagine that the three of you are becoming restless, and as always, I apologize profoundly. But we're going to far lengths to find Voldemort and end him, so that you might come out of hiding someday.

As your son will most certainly tell you, my owl has sent – along with this letter – Harry's Hogwarts letter. I apologize for its lateness, but Hogwarts will not require an owl from you. I'd say it's safe to assume that there will be no problems for Harry to come to school.

I realize that there are some complications that come with your son beginning school. First, I'd just like to remind you that the only reason he may come to Hogwarts is because it is just as safe as your home is, and between myself and the rest of the staff, Harry will undoubtedly be safe. I know that as parents, the two of you probably very much want to take Harry shopping for his supplies, and see him off at King's Cross Station. I am in no position to deny you these things.

I have included with this letter two samples of hair – one from Lily's sister, Petunia, and the other from Lily's brother-in-law, Vernon. I would ask that if the two of you plan on accompanying Harry to Diagon Alley and Platform 9 and ¾, you create a Polyjuice Potion and go in disguise. Please, make sure that you are careful, safe, and not at all ostentatious. Attract no more attention to yourselves than necessary. Even if Voldemort is not yet back, there are still Death Eaters that roam about, and the last thing I want is for any of you to get hurt.

Also, since Petunia and Vernon Dursley are Muggles, I am afraid that you two cannot actually go on the platform with Harry. It would seem both strange and impossible, since Muggles cannot go through the secret entrance. But feel free to take your time and have fun in Diagon Alley.

And since Harry is starting school at Hogwarts, every student there will know who he is, and will certainly have many questions for him. If there is any of you in him, James, then I'm sure that he'll have no problem being quick on his feet about his answers. But just to be safe, please assist him in teaching him all that you can about what growing up in the Muggle world would have been like for him, and telling him every detail that you can think of about his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin.

That is all I have to say for now. Until next time,

Albus Dumbledore

PS: Congratulations, Harry. We expect great things from you.

"Oh, this is brilliant!" shouted James, once he was finished reading the letter. "Harry, we can go with you! We can finally leave and do something that normal parents do for their children!"

So full of happiness that he could not contain it, James picked Harry up and spun him around like he used to when Harry had been five. Harry giggled madly, and felt like he could fly. Fly!

"Dad!" said Harry suddenly. "Quidditch! I'll get to see a real Quidditch match!"

"See the match?" laughed James loudly. "Harry, you'll play in the match! With all the Quidditch training I've given you in the backyard? Son, you're good enough to get on the team!"

"Oh, this is so wonderful, sweetheart!" exclaimed Lily, as she gave her son a big, sloppy kiss on his forehead. "You'll get to have a real education, and –"

"Mum," began Harry suddenly. "Can you get me an owl? One that I can send to you so I can tell you how things are going at school?"

"Certainly!" said James. "We'll pick one up for you when we head to Diagon Alley!"

"Which reminds me," said Lily. "When shall we go?"

"Harry, what time is it?" asked James. Harry looked up at the big clock on his wall.

"Nearly noon." he replied.

"Well then, let's go now!"

"We can't yet, James." Said Lily, rolling her eyes, "We have to make the Polyjuice Potion first, remember? That's why Dumbledore included samples of hair. I never want to know how that man gets these things."

"But Lily," whined James. "That takes nearly a month to make!"

Lily just smiled coolly, and replied, "If you're inexperienced."


nd we get a peak of Harry's life:) I hope I got everything right...just keep in mind, that since Harry never faced being unloved by the Dursleys, he's a completely different person:) And much happier and Marauder-like, might I add :) He acts even more like Lily and James! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter and I hope to see a TON of reviews! Thanks a million bajillion!

~marauderette-47