AN: Okay, I think ff.net was a little slow when I loaded chapter eight. When I checked it, it showed as not being there. So, if you aren't sure if you've read it, then make sure. That said, don't ask me about the chapter title. I just thought it sounded cool. It makes a little bit of sense... i think.

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"Four thousand, and how much?" James asked, unable to hide his astonishment.

"These are galleons we're talking about, right?" Remus asked.

Sirius nodded, smiling.

"What are you going to spend it all on?" Peter asked.

Sirius smiled even wider, "Already did."

James's eyes widened, "On what?" he asked.

"Remember how I kept talking about getting my own place when I got the money?" Sirius asked. James nodded.

"Well, I just got the money."

"You mean, you bought your own flat?" James asked.

Sirius nodded.

Remus frowned, "That's an expensive flat."

"Well, the flat didn't exactly cost four thousand galleons."

James turned back to Sirius. "I thought you said you spent all your money?"

Sirius nodded. "Except for a couple hundred," he added, and brought his hands behind his head.

Remus and James looked at each other questioningly. "Well, speak up." Remus said after Sirius remained silent.

"What'd you spend the rest of it on?" James asked.

Sirius smiled to himself, thoroughly proud of his choice. "A motorbike."

James grinned, and Remus shook his head.

"What?" Sirius asked.

Remus sighed. "Why spend your money on that, if you already know how to Apparate?"

Sirius shrugged, "For the heck of it."

"I doubt it'll ever come in handy," Peter said.

Sirius frowned, "Who said it had to be useful?" he replied defensively.

"If you suddenly had four thousand galleons in your hands, you probably wouldn't do the rational thing, either."

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If the marauders could have a dormitory all to themselves, they would. But, unfortunately, their had always been five students to each dormitory. Therefore, it was their unhappy task to endure rooming with Antonin Dolohov.

Usually, James or Sirius had something up their sleeve to keep him from even wanting to go in the dormitory – but other than that, with all the classes, and being in the same house – he was pretty much unavoidable. They hated him and he hated them, and they just happened to be in the same dormitory.

But that didn't mean they couldn't make the best of it.

"Quick, Moony, give him the sleeping charm so he doesn't wake up."

Remus grinned as he took out his wand.

James brought out his wand as well, "Now what should we do to the poor chap?"

"Turn his hair pink."

"No, brighter than that."

"Give him whiskers."

"Make his eyebrows grow long."

"Then braid them."

"Make his ears the size of pancakes."

"No, bigger."

James stood back to examine his work. "Excellent."

Sirius was desperately trying not to laugh.

"Oh, that's just awful," Remus said, stating the obvious.

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Remus and Sirius were playing chess, James was trying to impress Lily with one of his Quidditch stories, and Peter was reading the Daily Prophet when Dolohov finally got back from the hospital wing.

He stepped through the portrait hole, and James fell silent. Remus and Sirius doubled up with laughter – almost knocking over the chess set.

Peter, however, didn't even look up from his paper.

Dolohov scowled at Remus and Sirius, which made them laugh even harder, and then turned to the smirking James Potter.

"You have no proof it was us." James said with a grin.

"Is that a confession?" Dolohov spat.

Lily was thoroughly bewildered.

"Only if it's in writing." James replied casually.

Dolohov clenched his teeth.

"Sorry, don't have a quill on me." James said, grinning broadly. He turned to Lily. "Let's go for a walk."

Lily just eyed him incredulously before letting him steer her out of the common room.

Dolohov stomped over to one of the couches where Peter sat.

Peter remained silent, hoping he wouldn't be questioned.

"Did you have anything to do with this?" Dolohov demanded.

Peter shook his head quickly from behind his paper.

There was a moment of silence before Dolohov spoke again. "They're just a bunch of idiots trying to show off. Don't you agree?"

Peter nodded.

"Don't you talk at all?"

Peter put down his paper. "Yeah."

"So what's the paper saying?" Dolohov asked, nodding towards the Daily Prophet.

"More muggle attacks, and all that rubbish." Peter replied casually.

Dolohov laughed. "You know there are actually a bunch of dunderheads who think they can brink down the Dark Lord?"

Peter frowned, "You don't think it's possible?"

"Of course not. There are way too many death eaters."

Peter's eyes widened. "You – you actually know some of them?"

"Well, yeah. There's a whole bunch of people here who are ready to join as soon as they graduate. I won't mention any names because, well honestly, I don't trust you that much."

Peter frowned. "Why not?"

Dolohov snorted, "Look at who you're friends with!"

Peter glanced over to Remus and Sirius, who were trying to impress a group of girls with some story they probably made up.

"Yeah, well, I don't really like them much anyway," he said – although he wasn't sure it was entirely true.

Wait.

Of course it was.

"Honestly?" Dolohov asked, a little surprised that Peter had turned around on his friends so quickly.

Peter didn't find it hard to relate to Dolohov. After all, in the Marauders' first year, they had played just as many tricks on Peter. Only after they had found him useful for helping out with their stupid pranks did they finally lay off him.

Peter nodded.

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AN: I don't know why I'm emphasizing Peter so much. He *is* a big part of the story, so he'll be showing up a lot. I know this was supposed to just be a little sequel to explain my first story, but I've been wanting to write this story for so long, I'm just putting EVERYTHING into it.

So yes, it will be very long. Don't say I didn't warn you. *grins* Is a long story a good thing? I hope so.

dragon princess nikki: Hehe, thank you for the huge truckload of reviews... they make me SO giddy, you really have no idea. And thank you for reading my poems (though pathetic) on fictionpress. I'm glad you noticed that I HAD to get rid of the map. How else were Fred and George gonna find it? Yeah, this whole entire story (except for the Remus/Rebecca part) is basically my interpretation of everything in HP. I'm dead serious, I have notes and lists and even a timeline on my desk. I'm a nerd, I know.