Author's Notes: I want 22 reviews. i won't update until i get them. And I'm not dead people! i've been on fictionpress. my story's called Hidden Valley, and my pen name is Triden. My fic is really ten times better than this fanfic, so if you're interested, check it out.

short chappie. but important.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, I do not own.

question: if you get something published, then write a non-official fic about it, would that go in original fiction or fanfiction? cuz i mean, what if the plot contradicts the real thing? then it would almost be like fanfiction, but it would be by you, so it's original fiction. that made no sense. ah well...

Chapter 12: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

"Come on, Remus!" Peter called excitedly over his should. The four Marauders ran up yet another flight of stairs to the seventh floor, Remus lagging behind.

"Why? What are we doing?" he asked, clutching a stitch in his side.

"You'll see, Moony-pie!" called Sirius, way up ahead. "You'll love it! Trust me!"

They came to the corridor of the Room of Requirement. Quickly, James and Sirius rushed back and forth through the hallway three times, muttering under their breath. Remus and Peter stood panting and red faced, watching their two friends. After their third time around, a large door appeared in the center of the wall.

Grinning, James opened it and bowed. "Ladies first!"

Remus rolled his eyes and followed Peter and Sirius into the room. They turned to face him, all three grinning like the maniacs they were.

The room was large and filled with mirrors and pillows of every colour, heaped half-hazardly around the room.

"Well? What brilliant thing have you done this time? Turned the Slytherin Common Room pink?" The werewolf asked sarcastically. (sp?)

James feigned insult. "Why Remus! What do you take us for? Amateurs? Turning the Slytherin Common Room pink is first year work! No, no, we've done something much more brilliant, original, and useful than that. We've done something no one our age has done before," he paused for dramatic effect, exchanging grins with Sirius, who continued.

"We've done the impossible! The amazing-

"Our magical brilliance will be forever praised!"

"The world will never be safe with our accomplishment!"

"Oh get on with it!" Remus groaned, already bored by his friend's idiotic exclamations. "What did you do?"

"May I present to you,Monsieur Padfoot!" exclaimed James.

Sirius bowed. Remus watched him bend farther and fartheruntil he realized his friend had changed shape. Sirius' black robes changed smoothly to jet-black fur; his ears grew, and his nose and mouth changed into a muzzle. The transformation complete, Sirius fell to the gound and stood on four legs.The great, shaggy dogbarked happily, wagging his tail as he bounded to Remus, who staggered back against the wall in shock. The gigantic dog's paws reached all the way to the boy's shoulder. Remus stared in shock at the dog that had been his friend moments before. The werewolf's hazel eyes met Sirius' familiar brown ones. The dog made a strange sound, and Remus saw the happiness in his eyes. He realized Sirius was laughing at him.

James and Peter hooted at Remus' shockedexpression. Sirius let Remus move forward from the wall, turning back into a boy and joining James and Peter in their peals oflaughter. Remus, however, was still too shoked to laugh.

"You...you're a...you...bloody hell, Sirius!" Remus grinned, shock rapidly dissapating. "You did it! You're an animagus!"

"We all are," said James. "Let's show him, Pete."

In a split second, James grew into a majestic stag.

He was much larger than a normal stag, with large antlers and intelligent hazel eyes. The stag trotted over to Remus, who hugged him.

"Thanks guys," he whispered,"You're the best friends I could ever have wished for."

Remus drew back from James and stared in surprise at the small rat that had climbed up onto the stag's back.

"Peter?" Remus asked, thuroughly surprised at his friend's form. A rat? Remus had thought Peter had seemed more like a mouse, or a hamster. Not like the most despised of the rodent family. The connotations of the word rat made Remus think of the words 'sneaky' and 'evil'. Kind and bumbling Peter did not fit those words well at all.

Peter and James transformed back. While James was grinning broadly, Peter's was a sheepish smile.

Sirius gestured to James and Peter. "Monsieur Prongs, and Monsieur Wormtail."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," whispered Remus, thinking it over. "I like the sound of it."