Author's Notes: A prequel, sort of to Baby Nimbus 600? Nah. More MWPP fluff. : ) This takes place before James and Lily get married, so at the moment James, Sirius, and Remus are sharing a flat. (Peter is still living at home.) Anyways, this was inspired by a piece of artwork by Mushi, which was so spiffy I decided you need to see it too. (Get rid of all those spaces first.)

http:// www. kekkai. org/ bishink/ remus/ happy.jpg

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Happy Family

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The one bedroom flat really was too small, but they didn't mind. They had shared a dormitory for seven years, after all. The three beds that were arranged rather haphazardly around the room held various bedclothes and linens tumbled about.

Remus grinned at the ceiling, happy at his luck that he was rooming with his two best friends. Well, he mused, Peter was still living at home because his mother wouldn't let him live in the city, but it was all right. He tumbled over to get out of the bed, and fell abruptly to the floor, entangled in the white bedsheets. Remus quickly untangled himself, and looked up to see if he had disturbed James or Sirius.

A moderate breathing could be heard from one lump, and telling from the messy black hair and the glasses that were tossed carelessly onto the table, the lump was James. Still asleep.

A louder, more abrupt snoring came from the other lump, which Remus could see a foot poking out. That would be Sirius. Remus chuckled to himself. The two Aurors came home late every night, exhausted.

Remus sighed. James and Sirius were busy fighting Dark wizards and Merlin knew what else, and he was still unemployed—lucky, he supposed, to share a flat with James and Sirius at all, considering the difficulty he had finding a place to stay after his parents had died. Remus pulled on a pair of reading glasses. Best not to think about that, Remus thought. Better try to find a new job.

Remus blinked. Suddenly the world had gone fuzzy. He pulled off the glasses, and found that they were James' round black ones. He smiled in spite of himself, letting the memories wash over him. There was that scratch from second year, when James walked into the bedpost. He never had gotten new glasses—just enlarged them. Always said that if he was blind without them, he better stick to one pair he was used to. Remus pulled on his own golden frames, placing James' glasses back on the table.

Remus pulled on a clean white shirt from the floor. At least, it looked like it was clean. Was this shirt even his? Remus sniffed it slightly. It smelled of motor grease. Well. It was Sirius' then. Or Sirius had worn it. Well, they had lived for seven years in the same room together, and you still couldn't tell their clothes apart.

Remus had been poring over the classified ads in the Daily Prophet for a while when a loud voice echoed into his ear.

"Department of Regulations of Magical Creatures. Desk Clerk. Forty Galleons a week. Think you could handle that, Moony?"

Remus glanced at Sirius, who was peering intently over his shoulder. He was wearing a sleeveless white top and his favorite Bludger patterned knickers.

"When was the last time you washed those, Padfoot?" Remus asked in a disgusted tone.

"Probably last month," Sirius grinned at him cheekily. He leaned in closer to the newspaper, humming to himself.

James tumbled into the room. He crashed blindly into the sofa. "Argh," James muttered. "Who put that there? And where are my glasses?"

"I think you did, Prongs," said Remus nonchalantly.

Sirius smirked at James. "Yeah, you suggested it should be placed right there."

James walked warily over to the table, trying not to bump into anything else. He was unsuccessful. He squinted at Sirius. "Glasses?"

"On your bedside table," said Remus, not looking away from the Daily Prophet.

Sirius reached over and rumpled James' hair. "Better get them, Prongs."

There was a few moments of silence.

"Good morning," the three of them said to each other all at once.

James smiled and tumbled back to the bedroom. Sirius grinned at Remus. "We are a happy family, aren't we, Moony?"

James crashed into the wall, and they could hear him cursing. Remus looked over amusingly while Sirius guffawed. "Yeah. We are," he said simply.