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Chapter two- Memories of the Marauders

"I spy with my tremendously supernatural nocturnal eyesight, something that is an indescribable shade of emerald."

"Sirius, 'I spy something green' would be a much simpler way of saying that. Oh, and if you do have tremendously supernatural nocturnal eyesight then you would notice that we are in the middle of a forest at midnight so pray tell, what doesn't look green?" James chuckled to himself as Remus ended the brief I spy game.

"I agree with Remus, please Sirius, do not speak until you spy a hooded and masked brute with a wand." Sirius sighed in defeat and leaned back against the tree stump he had earlier been sitting on. The order had been split into three teams and had been in the forest for hours, waiting to wreck the death-eater meeting, which was 'supposed' to be held there.

"I spy two exasperated nerds who have an exceedingly Slytherin sense of humor..."Sirius stopped quickly. Seconds before James could attack his friend, the leaves rustled and someone came into the clearing.

"'Ello Moody old chap! I'm positively thrilled that you could join us this evening!" Sirius stood and extended his hand to Alastor (Mad-eye) Moody and was walloped in the head with the end of his staff knocking Sirius off his feet and sending him sprawling across the forest floor.

"What happened?" Remus asked, standing and staying out of harms way.

"The bloody death-eaters were forewarned!" Moody growled. "They know we are here and if they come they will come with far too many for us to handle. We best evacuate the Order know and you, (he pointed to James) wake up that fat sleeping lump!" All eyes traveled to where Peter slept peacefully on the ground.

"I can't believe him", James said as he began prodding Peter with a stick. "He can't sleep without a night light and yet he can sleep in the middle of a forest while waiting for a death-eater meeting."

"Its because the lethifolds wont dare attack where there are death-eaters," Sirius grumbled as he pulled himself off the forest floor. Finally once Peter was awake and aware of what was happening, Moody was nearly to the point of cursing the four marauders.

"Pettigrew, Lupin and Black, you three go alert team one. Potter and I will be with the rest of the order. If you do fall under attack send red sparks up. If you happen by unlikely chance see You-know-who then do not under any circumstance let him know of Potter, team two and I.

"Yes sir!" Sirius grabbed Peter and Remus by their sleeves and began pulling them into the dense forest, out of the small clearing.

The next thing Remus Lupin knew was that it was raining. Actually raining was an understatement. It was storming. He forced himself to open his eyes and look around the small train compartment he was seated in. Being quite thankful that nobody decided to come into and share his compartment with him, Remus stretched himself across the cushioned bench and propped his head up with his backpack, to where he was facing the window. Then he started to remember his dream. He ran his hand through his hair again and closed his eyes, trying to avoid any emotion to brake through his calm mask. The rain was slowly getting worse, though it really wasn't the rain, which was troubling him at the moment.

He now remembered what he was dreaming about quite clearly. It was a memory of one of their first order missions, only two weeks after graduating from Hogwarts. Sirius, despite his name had been the one to try to lighten the mood, even if the others were preparing for possible death. All four boys had agreed to go on the mission without a second thought.

Had Sirius turned then?

If James had known his friend, the over optimistic Black, who against all odds became a Gryffindor and one of the bravest wizards ever to be in the Order was the man who would have killed them all in cold blood, what would he have done?

Would he, Remus have ever bothered to be friends with the other three if he knew what the future held? Dumbledore had told him that he would soon come to realize that even if the marauders friendship were gone, Remus would one day remember them with happiness.

But everybody, even Dumbledore was wrong at times.

Deciding not to dwell the subject any longer, the last free marauder picked up his bag and began to shuffle through it. The first thing he came across was a rather humorous object he had had since fifth year. It was a Snape voodoo doll, made by the combined efforts of Sirius and James. It had to be kept in a small plastic bag due to the charm used on the hair, which will make it drip grease from now till the end of days. Remus had to confiscate it from his friends due to the fact that he was prefect and then there was the fact that they had been torturing Snape for around a week without stop.

Apart from the random objects used to torture his fellow students, the bag also held two shabby and patched wizard robes, a small sack filled with snacks and what he was looking for, a small red book, charmed to hold the thoughts and events he had been writing in the book since he was eight. As the book had unlimited writing space, the marauders sometimes used it to record notes they passed in class and plans for pranks. Today though Remus had no intention of looking back in the book. After pulling a quill out of one of the small compartments of his other bag, he began to write potential destinations, until he was interrupted by thunder and a shriek coming from the hallway by his door. Standing up tossing his journal and quill onto his seat, Remus did what he would later regret and pulled the compartment door open to see a young man only a few years older them himself sprawled out on the hall floor with all sorts of papers, odd objects and strangely enough, pictures of himself surrounding him.

Despite the loud lightning storm outside which threatened throw the train off its tracks, Gildroy Lockheart was having a rather enjoyable day. He was on his first day of his tour of the world and the magical beasts, which inhabited it and he had finally gotten around to starting his first book, Wandering with Werewolves despite the fact he knew very little about them. Still to him the best part of the day was that he was totally and completely free to do whatever he wished, which is hard to do when one is hiding at one's parents house from death-eaters and other dark forces. Right after receiving the news that He-who-must-not-be-named miraculously disappeared he began planning his journey and moved out of his parents house for good.

Now he was free.

CRASH!

Gildroy was woken out of his thoughts as lightning shot across the sky. Still startled, Gildroy stared out the window as he walked down the hall, not noticing the candy wrapper lying on the floor.