Disclaimer: I don't own it. Or the song "Rock Lobster".

Author's Note: OK. This is dedicated to my two reviewers, DazzleMeBrilliant and MoonShineMagicSsarer. Thanks so much!

Also: I am aware that, knowing my luck, the song "Rock Lobster" wasn't out during the Marauders' first year. But I'm too lazy to actually do the mathematics to figure out the exact year they were at school, so that's what you're stuck with. If someone with a bigger brain than I would like to figure it out and get back to me on that, well, I'd be forever indebted. :-)

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I can't write much. You all should know by now that I'm not a very good writer. I have to have Remus to edit my entry before we add it to the book, but he's in the hospital. See, James didn't like Remus' last entry. He especially didn't like that it was done while he himself was still hospitalized and couldn't keep an eye on Remus and Sirius. So Remus is currently indisposed. It's nothing serious though. James just hexed Remus from his bed, and then Madam Pomfrey decided to keep Remus in there for a couple of days to "monitor".

So… A memory. I think I'll write about our first Christmas together. That's actually when James and Sirius came up with the name Marauders. The nicknames didn't come until later, of course.

Our first Christmas was spent in the Potter home. Sirius was so excited about getting out of his home for the holidays. Remus was apprehensive, of course. He couldn't come until the morning of Christmas Eve. I stayed the whole holidays, because by then I had become good friends with James, Sirius, and Remus.

I guess I'll narrow this memory down. You see, that holiday was a time of firsts. Especially for Sirius and James. James' dad let them get into the eggnog, which was not a good idea and led to Sirius sudden idea that maybe we should go caroling in the Muggle village. Sadly, that idea was carried out.

Oh. What was I saying? Oh yeah, narrowing this down. I figure that I'll pick the time that James got Remus up on a broomstick. It's pretty funny, and Sirius says that I can't tell the rest of the eggnog/caroling incident. He also says that if I do he'll strangle me, and I really don't want to die.

It was the day before we had to leave for Hogwarts. James had already broken the majority of his presents. But to him, none of that mattered because his dad had given him a new broom. Sirius had to pay for one out of his own pocket- he had asked for all his friends to just give him a bit of money at Christmas, and there were a few relatives who liked him enough to send some money. So we made the trip to Diagon Alley, and Sirius bought the broomstick.

Remus had, up until that day, kept out of the flying. He would sit with me on the grass as Sirius and James zoomed above. But on that Saturday, James and Sirius had planned to get Remus onto James' old broomstick. And after an hour of their flying alone, they came down to try and convince Remus to come flying. They both knew better than to try and convince me: I hate flying and I'm not very good at it.

"Come on, Rems! It'll be fun; all the cool kids are doing it…" Sirius grinned.

"No, Sirius," Remus said wearily.

"Merlin, Remus! Just come flying for a little while!" James said in exasperation. He hated spending valuable flying time on the ground.

"No, James. Absolutely not!" Remus said firmly.

But Sirius had that glint in his eye. It was the look that called to mind a stubborn donkey planting its feet in the dirt. Remus should have know that it would be easier to just say yes of his own accord, before Sirius got involved. Sirius had (and still does) a tendency to get his own way all the time. And when it looks likely that he's going to be opposed: watch out.

"Get up. Now!" Sirius said.

Remus didn't even have a chance to refuse. Sirius had grabbed Remus by the arms. James was laughing maniacally and had called over the spare broom. I just sat there, helpless.

"Okay, I guess I am flying," Remus muttered. Sirius' fingers were still clamped around Remus' arm. Sirius steered Remus toward the broom.

Hang on. Sirius wants to say something "in his defense" about this particular incident…

Let me set something straight. Remus could have stopped us at any time, but he didn't. After all, he's a better wizard that the two of us, and he just let me and James toss him on a broom. And nothing that happened after that is my fault!

-Sirius

Well. It's obvious that Sirius is pretty worried about how you lot are going to interpret what happened next.

So James and Sirius got Remus onto the broom. Remus reluctantly started to rise into the air as James and Sirius flew in circles around him.

"C'mon, Remus! Don't just hang there!" James said.

Remu shrugged and started to chase James around the field. Remus is actually not a bad flier, but James and Sirius are better. Soon the three were gliding and diving.

"Come get me, Remus!" Sirius called. He then dove into a controlled, perfect dive. This move would save him from Bludgers in the future.

Remus followed Sirius into the dive. But just as Sirius pulled out of the dive, to James' cheers, Remus kept hurtling towards the ground. The impact knocked him from his broom, and he rolled a few feet before stopping. His face was bloodied.

I ran over immediately. Sirius quickly followed, trembling like a leaf. James ran to get his parents.

"It's- it's… just a broken nose. That's all," Sirius spluttered.

Remus' eyes opened. "What happened?"

"You're all right!" I said.

"Yes, but… What happened, Sirius?" Remus asked, struggling to sit up.

"The broom couldn't pull out of the dive quick enough, Remus," Mr. Potter said. He had run over, with James following. "But it's not serious- we're lucky for that."

Remus was fine in the end. He had broken his nose, and the cut on his forehead never completely healed. For their recklessness, James and Sirius were sentenced to scrubbing the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. Remus and I managed to eat off of every single plate in the kitchen, laughing as the pile grew to touch the ceiling. Sirius wore a permanent sneer on his face for the last hours of our vacation, and James still swears that his hands are stained a light red from the spaghetti sauce.

Remus' relic from the accident was just a scar on his forehead, about one inch long. It's barely visible these days. But the importance of this event was that it sealed our friendship, more than the pranks we pulled. I was never really in on those, so for me the most important memories are ones like this. Even though we swore ourselves in as Marauders on Christmas Eve, I think it was the Flying Fiasco (James' name for it) that began our friendship.

Sirius wants to say one last thing before I end this…

Don't hate me, you precious little Moony lovers! Anyways, I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't expect Rems to break his nose or anything, okay? Anyways. I apologized, didn't I, Peter? Well, I did. And I never apologize. I mean, I didn't apologize that one time when I have Bertram Boredstock the purple measles. I didn't apologize when I accidentally cut off Sarah Linder's toes. I never apologized to Jake Flemmer when I charmed him to go around singing "Rock Lobster" by the B-52's all day, did I! And I never apologize to Snivellus! (That would be blasphemous and completely against my way of life!) So don't come after me with an axe or anything sharp. And don't send me any Atomic Fireballs or Acid Pops. And no charmed mirrors. My reflection is beautiful; I know it. I won't fall for THAT trick again. HA!

Sirius Black, ladies and gentleman. Don't you feel bad that it's blokes like him upon which the fate of society rests?

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Author's Note: Yes, it's about 500 words shorter than usual. You all know I hate writing Peter. I think he's a slimy little worm, but at the same time, I hate writing a character as completely evil even more. So please excuse me if this isn't exactly right... I'm working on it. And, also this chapter is my insurance against the possibility the update being put on the site this Friday, and not Wednesday. But reviews will spur me on. Review!