In Which Remus is Bread
Marauders.
If one were to look it up in the dictionary it would tell you that the word marauders means 'To rove and raid in search of plunder or 'To raid or pillage for spoils.'
If one within the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would ask Professor McGonagall what the word marauders meant, she would go to tell that Marauders meant James, Sirius, Remus, and trouble. It was a package and not necessary all bad but it wasn't all good either. It meant pranks and disturbance in class. It meant spending extra hours in thinking of new detention assignments. It meant hiding the smile when scolding was in need.
To Remus, the word Marauders meant friendship. Friends he would never had if it didn't attend Hogwarts. A Friendship that would withstand all the good times and the hairy times. A friendship so strong that it would out last death. A friendship so strong that no more lies had to be told or secrets had to be locked away. A place among friends where he could honestly be himself without the fear or rejection.
Peter thought the word meant spotlight. To have everyone look at you. Admire you. Applause you for something so cool, it couldn't be anything other than the deed of the Marauders. Without the marauders he might not had a chance to date more than three girls. Without the marauders he might have failed his grades. Without the marauders he might have been bullied just like Moaning Myrtle.
For James, well the Marauders were some kind of brotherhood. It involved loyalty. It involved watching each other's back. It meant that if you took one on, you took them all on. It meant standing beside your friend even if it was wrong and then telling your friend they were wrong and forgiving them. It meant that no matter what, you never hid the truth from a friend. It meant sharing your dreams and revealing all your fears. It meant a safety net for when you were falling for they were the ones waiting to catch you before you hit the ground.
To Sirius, the marauders meant…cheeseburger.
'A cheeseburger?' James' famous grin broke out on his face.
'What?' Remus put the book down that he was reading as he leaned his back against the tall oak tree.
'You think we are a cheeseburger?' Peter asked while scrunching up his face as he tried to figure it out.
'No, I don't think we are a cheeseburger. I think we are like a cheeseburger.' Sirius explained. 'Not like a cheeseburger in its whole. We each make up the makings of a hamburger. Like…Remus.' Sirius turned his grey eyes on his wolfish friend. 'You are like the bread.'
'Flat and crusty?' James laughed.
'And you my dear old friend, you are the cheese.' Sirius grinned.
'I can see that, with all those cheesy lines you throw at Lily.' Remus hurried to shield his face with his book as an acorn flew at him.
'What am I?' Peter asked.
'You are the gherkin of course, Pete.' Sirius stood up, dusted off his pants and looked down at his friends. 'I suppose you probably want to know why?'
'Yeah and what are you in this whole cheeseburger theory?' Peter asked.
'Well that you need to figure out yourselves.' Sirius threw his notebook down on the grassy floor.
'Whatcha reading?' James hurried to pick it up, reading the first page. 'In Which Remus is Bread by chadders.'
'All my reasons are in there.' Sirius smirked. 'Everything that makes up the marauders and cheeseburger can be found in there. You just gotta read it.'
Story Credit:
Title: In Which Remus is Bread
Author: Chadders
Setting: Marauders Era
Rating: K
Words: 595
Status: Complete
Read the story to find out why Sirius feels the marauders make up a cheeseburger.