"Are you sure we didn't leave anywhere out?" asked Sirius.

"Yes, Sirius." Said James.

"You're positive?" Sirius double checked.

"Of course, Sirius." Remus breathed.

"Even all the secret passage ways?"

"For Godric's sake, yes, Sirius!" Stella snapped. "We got all seven."

"Alright then…let's give it a try." Sirius told them.

The five marauders gathered around the parchment, all pointing their wands at it. Then, together, they said,

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Then, writing appeared on the map, as well as footsteps, which were moving constantly.

"Everywhere…"

"Everyone…"

"All of Hogwarts…"

"Right here, on the map…"

"It's brilliant!"

"Our best masterpiece yet!"

"We'll have to play with it later, the game's about to start." Said James.

"Oh, right!"

The marauders rushed off to the Quidditch field for their match against Slytherin.

"Stella! Stella! Stella!"

The Gryffindors cheered as James and Sirius carried her into the common room on their shoulders, followed by a heard of their team and supporters.

"Guys! I can't take all the credit!" Stella laughed, fidgeting to get down. "We won together, as a team."

"Yes, but it was you who caught the snitch!" James pointed out, helping her to the ground.

"How bout a congratulatory kiss then, team mate?" Sirius asked raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"In your dreams, Black." Stella chuckled.

He winked. "I'm counting on that!"

"Is it just me, or are we forgetting something..?" said Remus.

"Oh, of course!" Sirius exclaimed, when all of the sudden, the lights blew out.

A moment later, they went back on.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Stella!" Everybody shouted.

Stella spun around, beaming, as she took in the decorations that had just instantly appeared.

There were balloons, pin the slime on the Slytherin (courtesy of Sirius), a table with licorice wands, pumpkin pastels, every flavored beans, chocolate frogs, and plenty of other treats. Another table had butterbeer, and firewhiskey (which James and Sirius managed to smuggle in from the house elves). The best part, was the stage in the corner of the room, with the karaoke machine.

Stella gasped and her eyes lit up the moment she saw it. "Is that what I think it is?"

Sirius cleared his throat. "Yupp, I couldn't think of what to get you, but I remember you mentioning that muggle microtelly machine. Since you love to sing."

Stella cracked up and pulled Sirius into a hug. "Thank you so much! I love it. But Padfoot…it's called a karaoke machine."

"But you said microwave!" Sirius objected.

Stella shook her head. "That's to cook food. The machine has a microphone, though."

Sirius blushed in embarrassment. "That's what I said."

"Of course it is." Stella smirked.

The party was going great; Lily invited Nicky, Lola, and Kaylee over, too. Though they typically weren't allowed in that common room, it was allowed for special occasions.

"So let's say we put your singing robot to use, shall we?" Sirius asked by the time the marauders had downed a few bottles of firewhiskey. He and Stella had drank the most, but weren't as drunk as James and Peter. James was slurring over Lily, and Peter had passed out on the couch after his second cup. Remus was tipsy by his 3rd, and decided not to get carried away. Stella even convinced Lily to have a drink, but she wouldn't have more than one. Basically everyone older than 3rd year was drinking.

"You sing?" Stella asked, surprised.

"Indeed I do. I even listened to your muggle mp3 player, I rather like those kittycat barbies. Not a bad band."

"You mean the pussycat dolls?" Stella giggled. "Do you know Beep?"

"That's one of my favorites!" Sirius exclaimed, tripping onto the stage.

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Right after the freaky girlfriend one and I wanna have boobies!" he exclaimed, into the microphone. That sent the room into a fit of laughter.

The music came on, and they got right into it.

"It's funny how a man only thinks about the-beep. You got a real big heart but I'm looking at your-beep. You got real big brains but I'm looking at your-beep. Cause there ain't no pain in me looking at your-beep." Sirius sang, shockingly well and on key.

"I don't give a-beep. Keep lookin at my-beep. Cause it don't mean a thing if you're lookin at my-beep. I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your-beep. Ha ha ha ha ha." Stella sang, now getting into a dance with her best friend as the crowd cheered them on. "Every boy's the same since I been to seventh grade, they've been trying to get with me. Trying to ha ha ha ha ha. They always got a plan to be my one and only man, wanna hold me with their hands, wanna ha ha ha ha ha ha. I keep turning em down, but they always come around, asking me to go around, that's not the way it's going down. Cause they only want, only want my ha ha ha ha ha ha. Only want, what they want but na ah ah, na ah ah.."

"It's funny how a man only thinks about the-beep. You got a real big heart but I'm looking at your-beep. You got real big brains but I'm looking at your-beep. Cause there ain't no pain in me looking at your-beep."

"I don't give a-beep. Keep lookin at my-beep. Cause it don't mean a thing if you're lookin at my-beep. I'm a do my thing while you're playing with you-beep. Ha ha ha ha ha.

Do you know that no don't mean yes, it means no, so just hold up. Wait a minute; let me put my two cents in it. One, just be patient, don't be rushing like an anxious man. Two, you're just too aggressive trying to get your ahh.

Do you know that I know? And I don't wanna go there. Yeah they only want, only want my ha ha ha ha ha ha. Only want, what they want but na ah ah, na ah ah."

"It's funny how a man only thinks about the-beep. You got a real big heart but I'm looking at your-beep. You got real big brains but I'm looking at your-beep. Cause there ain't no pain in me looking at your-beep."

"I don't give a-beep. Keep lookin at my-beep. Cause it don't mean a thing if you're lookin at my-beep. I'm a do my thing while you're playing with you-beep. Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ohh. You've got it bad I can tell. You want it bad but, oh well. Cause what you got for me is something I…Something I don't need…Hey!"

"It's funny how a man only thinks about the-beep. You got a real big heart but I'm looking at your-beep. You got real big brains but I'm looking at your-beep. Cause there ain't no pain in me looking at your-beep."

"I don't give a-beep. Keep lookin at my-beep. Cause it don't mean a thing if you're lookin at my-beep. I'm a do my thing while you're playing with you-beep. Ha ha ha ha ha."

"It's funny how a man only thinks about the-beep. You got a real big heart but I'm looking at your-beep. You got real big brains but I'm looking at your-beep. Cause there ain't no pain in me looking at your-beep."

"I don't give a-beep. Keep lookin at my-beep. Cause it don't mean a thing if you're lookin at my-beep. I'm a do my thing while you're playing with you-beep. Ha ha ha ha ha." Beep.

The whole room applauded, and the rest of the fun begun. Everyone took turns singing, James and Sirius sung When I Grow Up together, Stella convinced Lily to sing Cannibal with her, and Remus, with the help of another drink, sang Hungry Like the Wolf. The last one sent the marauders into a fit of laughter, but nobody else could appreciate the humor of it.

"Thank you guys for my party, that was awesome!" Stella said as people cleared out to their dorms.

"Anytime!"

"Don't mention it!"

"That was so much fun."

"Goodnight Stella, happy birthday, again." Said Lily.

"Thanks, Lils! See ya tomorrow." Stella said, hugging her best girl friend.

"So what now?" James slurred.

"Go to bed James." Said Sirius.

"Come on! Don't be a party pooper, Paddy." Remus whined.

He's definitely drunk. Stella thought. "Boys, why don't you have a slumber party!"

"Okay!" James and Remus ran up to their dorm, only to collapse side by side on the first bed in sight, which happened to be Sirius'.

"Tired?" asked Sirius.

"Not much. You?" Stella replied.

He shook his head. "Same. What do you want to do?"

Stella scanned the room, her eyes freezing at the sight of a huge pile of gifts. She grinned. "Present time!"

And they spent the rest of the night tearing through wrapping paper and playing with presents.