Author's note: Hello all! Hope you had a great day today. Mine was okay, but I'm quite bored... Ahh well. Good job, ERMonkey Burner of Cookies! You get lovely chocolate chip cookie for guessing the right word :D claps Okay, so here's the next chapter. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Nope, this one isn't mine either...

Chapter Two: Little Marauder

Harry spent the rest of the day looking around the house and searching his memory for his past. He tried to remember all that had happened in his dream, but it was slowly slipping away. He had no clue what had happened to him in this life.

He was now sitting cross-legged in the middle of their library, piles of photo albums in front of him. It was almost quarter past eleven by the time his father walked into the room. James crossed the room and sat beside his son.

"Ahh, yes" He sighed. "I remember that year." He grinned slyly and ruffled his son's hair. "That was the year that your mother and I got married. And those there," he pointed out the three grinning men in tuxes standing next to him and Lily. "Those there are your uncles. That one there," Harry's heart clenched as James pointed out a chubby man, "he was murdered by followers of Voldemort for betraying him and returning to the good side. Poor Peter," he sighed. "We did all we could to hide him."

Harry was shocked at this. Peter had turned back to the good side… His parents had accepted that Peter had turned to Voldemort for a while and they had stuck by him; even helped him hide. Harry looked up into the eyes of his father with a newfound respect for him.

"But I think it's just about bedtime, son," James continued. "Put these albums away and head up to bed." Sighing, Harry piled the photo albums into his arms and lugged them over to their respective shelves. He then padded down the hall, up the stair and along yet another hall to his bedroom.

Flopping down on his bed, he glanced around his room. His beloved pet owl Hedwig was nowhere to be found and his trunk and supplies were also missing. He got up, walking swiftly to the other side of his room. Stopping in front of a poster, he smiled. At least in this life he had the same tastes as in the last; it was a poster portraying a Quidditch team that he recognized as the Wimbourne Wasps.

Finally, around one in the morning, Harry was able to fall asleep. Again, he dreamt of his new past. He saw a bunch of young red headed boys running around his house as their parents talked; he saw Ron and himself playing Quidditch on toy brooms in the backyard of the Burrow.

Harry awoke the next morning to his mother's soft touch as she stroked his cheek. "Come down for breakfast, Harry dear." She whispered when she saw that he was awake.

A great wave of relief had passed over Harry. He still knew Ron, at least. Of course he did- his parents and the Weasleys were members of the Order! Harry jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. He walked down to the kitchen, only stopping at the swinging door to listen to the voices within.

"Well, Lily, where's our little Marauder?" questioned a gruff voice that was very familiar to Harry.

"He should be down any minute, now." She answered. Harry pushed the door open and stood planted where he was, his heart now pounding in his throat. There, at the kitchen table, sat Remus Lupin, and next to him sat his smiling godfather.

"There's my godson!" Sirius cried, standing up. Finally getting the feeling in his legs back, Harry sprinted childishly towards his godfather and threw his arms around Sirius's waist.

"What's with the sudden charge of emotion, Mini-Prongs?" Sirius laughed, staring down at the little boy attached to him. Harry let go, then smiled up at the face he had longed to see ever since that fateful day at the Ministry.

His godfather looked up from his face towards Lily and James. They shrugged, and then looked at Harry. "Perhaps too many falls off his toy broom when he was younger is finally catching up with our young Marauder..." Sirius chuckled, taking his seat.

"No, I just missed you is all," Harry replied. Of course Sirius would be here, he thought, he was a free man! He was never framed for telling Voldemort his parents' whereabouts! They were alive; everyone was alive. Harry then walked over to Remus and noticed that his arm was in a sling.

"Just a handshake for me, Harry." He nodded at his arm, and then smiled. Harry returned the smile and shook his good hand.

"What happened to you?" Harry inquired, looking at the scrapes above his left eyebrow.

"Remus had a rough night," James replied, winking at his friend.

"Yeah, lucky your dad was there to help me out," Remus mumbled, averting his eyes.

"It was nothing, Moony." James insisted. "Besides, we haven't been out as a group like that in a few months! It was refreshing."

"So how is Calli, Sirius?" Lily asked, adding spices to a pot on the stove. Harry looked up at his godfather.

Sirius cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well… umm…" He stalled.

"Out with it, Padfoot!" James, Remus and Lily ordered simultaneously.

"I've decided to ask her to marry me!" He exclaimed, and then laughed a barking laugh.

A stunned silence followed his words, but not for long. The roaring cheers and applause from his beaming friends erupted all at once. They clapped him on the back and toasted to him and his fiancé-to-be.

"Padfoot, old boy, I thought you'd never settle down!" James boomed, getting out a case of beer from the fridge and sliding one across the table to him.

"Well, it's taken me thirty one years… I thought that that was long enough. Besides, we need some Mini-Padfoots around here!" Sirius chuckled.

"I'm just fine with one of you, thanks," Remus chided, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

Harry was smiling so much his cheeks hurt, but he didn't mind. Sirius was getting married! He hadn't even thought of the idea before, but seeing as he was now a free man, and had always been, he had had more time and freedom to decide something so simple as to ask someone to marry him. He hadn't spent twelve years in Azkaban, so his hair was shiny and smooth. His face was no longer pale and tight across his face, but handsome and well defined.

Harry raised his butter beer in the air, and then winked at his godfather. "To Sirius!" He cried.

"To Sirius!" Lily, James and Remus all echoed, with Sirius beaming at his supportive friends.

Author's note: So yeah... that's it for now :P Alright... question for this chapter... hmm... what does Sirius's fiancé-to-be Calli's name mean:D Good luck! Ooh, and please tell me if you would all like me to reply to your reviews in my profile...

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