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The next class I had with the eighth years was on Thursday. I could tell the Hermonie had kept her promise. How? Harry still hated me. Well, disliked me. At least he was civil towards me.

"So, I'm handing out something for the next couple class's homework," I announced, handing out packets of muggle paper for everyone. "It's a project essay thingie."

"Fun," Harry muttered. It was weird. I never noticed when other people muttered. But when Harry muttered, I paid attention. I guess it was because I knew him better. Come on, I changed his diapers.

"The first part of the project is to choose a person from each list. The first list is a list of Death Eaters. The second list has Order members. Your job is to write about why people did or didn't turn to dark magic. You can really do this project any way you want. You can try to relate the two people. You can do them separately, I really don't care. Any questions?" Hermonie raised her hand.

"Yes?" I asked.

"What do the stars mean?"

"Good question. If you choose someone with a star next to it, it means that I know a lot about the person, and you can ask me about them. Sometimes, the information from me and the information in books may be different, so you'd have to choose which one to believe."

The project was definitely fun to grade. Remus helped me. Neville wrote about Bellatrix Lestrange and Severus Snape. Ron wrote about Fenrir Greyback and Remus Lupin. That was definitely interesting. He compared the two. Harry wrote about Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

While Sirius had a star next to his name, Harry never asked me for help. I guess he still thought I was Umbridge-like. He probably just wanted the trimester to end so he could work on actual spells. I didn't blame him. Spells were more fun than theory anytime.

I guess Harry weaseled my story out of Hermonie because a couple days after the project, Harry came knocking at my door.

"Come in," I called. Harry walked in and sat down. "Yes?" I prompted.

"Hermonie told me what you told her," he said bluntly.

"Ah," I replied. "So? Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure that she wasn't just making the whole thing up. Did you really know my dad?"

"And your mom," I replied, "It took a while, but we eventually became close friends. I also knew your aunt."

"Petunia?"

"Well, yes," I said, "But she's not your only aunt. Your mother had a twin sister, Rose. We were best friends for three years. We were bridesmaids together at your parent's wedding."

"Then why-"

"She disappeared when your parents died. Even her other best friend didn't know where on Earth she was."

"So, why aren't you on the Marauder's Map? It just says 'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.'"

"They made that in November of fourth year. They weren't speaking to me then. It's not one of my favorite memories of Hogwarts."

"Why didn't they talk to you?"

"Well, I said some things, and hurt a friend, and, well, I deserved to have no friends. Only one person would even say 'hello' to me, and even she refused to talk to me."

"What did you say?"

"When Remus told me he was a werewolf, I didn't exactly take it well."

"Oh." There was a silence. Harry looked around my office. His eyes fell on a book in my bookcase.

"To Kill a Mockingbird? Isn't that a muggle book?" I turned my spiny-chair around and took the book off the shelf.

"Yeah, and it was my favorite book for a long time. Rose gave it to me. She loved romance novels, I hated them, and so she gave me a non-romance favorite of hers. Of course, this copy's messed up. I can't read it anymore. I have another copy in there." I gestured toward my room.

"Why can't you read it?"

"James and Sirius found out that it was my favorite book, and decided to have some fun. They changed the names around, so I can't read it without cracking up. See for yourself."

I handed him the book. He flipped through it, with a small smile on his face. Then, he looked up. This time, he looked confused.

"But why aren't you in the album Hagrid gave me? If you knew my parents, why aren't you in it?"

I reached into one of my desk drawers and withdrew my album. It was red and gold, with the title The Marauders. I opened it on my desk, facing Harry.

"Remus took me out. Most of these pictures are in your album, with one difference. I'm not in them. Remus asked me if it was okay if he took me out. He didn't want to have to talk about me to you. I guess me leaving was a painful memory for him. If I wasn't in it, you wouldn't think to ask about me."

One by one, I showed Harry the pictures and told him the stories behind them. The first picture was the couples picture on the last day of exams in seventh year. There were four couples: James and Lily, Sirius and Georgia, Peter and Lia, and Remus and me. We all posed in the picture together, hugging. Lia's face was slightly tearstained. She wasn't happy about leaving Hogwarts.

I skipped over the next picture, the one of me kissing Remus. Sirius had been obsessed with taking spy photos, and he'd hidden behind a tree to catch me kissing Remus on our bench. That was my favorite picture. You could see the lake in it. The light was perfectly reflecting off the surface. On the other side of the picture were some leaves from the tree which Sirius had been hiding behind. They made a beautiful border.

There was the picture in the snow. It was right after Sirius asked Georgia out, and before Remus had asked me out, so Lily wasn't in it. There were six of us: James, Sirius, Georgia, Remus, Peter and me.

"One second," Sirius was saying, pressing a button on a digital camera. He then ran over to us, pushing everyone down into the snow. It was like the domino effect.

"Sirius!" James whined.

"One more time," Sirius begged.

"We've already taken this picture twenty-seven times," Georgia groaned, "How many more can he take?"

Fifteen minutes later, we finally got it right. Nobody blinked, nobody gave anybody bunny ears, Sirius didn't kill anyone. It was perfect. We stood in a little semi-circle, arms around each other. The thirty-two pictures were worth it, just because we got that one in the end.

I showed Harry most of the pictures. He'd seen them before, but nobody had shown them to him. He just had the snapshots. I had the movie.