Hey peeps I'm back! So sorry I've been away so long- been to damn busy. I'm gonna get this story on the road and running as fast as I can- I have it all planned out, thank god. I just need to type it. Thanx for your patience.

Brit*Kit

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Chapter 12

The Marauders Cache`

Harry and Sirius burst out of the DADA room running full tilt, and completely ignoring Dumbledore's calls for them to come back. They skidded around corners and cut through short cuts, finally skidding to a halt beside Remus, who was leaning against a door with Lana and Arwen beside him.

And it wasn't just any door- Harry had never seen it, or anything like it. The door was huge, and had a large iron knocker- but no way to open it. No hinges, no doorknob, no nothing. It was a heavy, dark kind of wood, something you would expect to see on a king's treasury.

As soon as Sirius and Remus had had a few words, Lana and Arwen backed up and Remus and Sirius grabbed Harry and put him between them as they faced the door. Harry couldn't help but gulp. His mind was spinning with 'what if's. What if it doesn't work? What if it doesn't raise his parents? What if it somehow malfunctions? What if-

"Stop, Harry," said Remus quietly, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I can tell what you're thinking. It will be fine- you'll see."

All of a sudden, a small globe on a mechanical arm came out from the door. It 'looked' some how at all of them, and then spoke. (Think Return of the Jedi, at Jabba's castle.) "And you are?" it sounded slightly sarcastic, as though it was only being formal because it had to, and Harry couldn't help but grin slightly. Remus squeezed his shoulder.

Sirius replied. "Padfoot, Moony and Prong's Son."

"Prongs Jr." Harry whispered.

"Whatever," Sirius whispered back.

"Prongs does not have a son."

"Oh yes he does."

"Hn. Where is Prongs and Wormtail then?"

"Prongs? Dead."

"Been dead for fifteen years." muttered Remus.

"Wormtail? Soul control spell. Can you let us in now?"

"No. You know the rules- or you should, anyway. I have to make sure he's Prongs son and then induct him."

"Oh yeah. Well hurry up."

"Okay," the globe turned to Harry, who jumped slightly. "When did Prongs start dating Lily?"

"Seventh year."

"Okay you pass."

"WHAT??!!"

"Shush, Harry," hissed Remus.

"Well, now to make you a contact. Full name?"

"Harold James Potter."

"Birthday?"

He told it. He also told it a million other answers to things like, his favorite food, class, teacher ("Sirius and Remus are tied."), and other useless information. He was still wondering how the question 'Which do you prefer, Coke or Pepsi?' was relevant when something brought him up short.

"Current girlfriend."

"WHAT?! I don't have one!"

It looked at him. "Current girlfriend."

"Elizabeth De Lancre," cut in Sirius.

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFIREND!"

"Would you rather I say Hermione?"

"NO, good god."

"Then its Liz."

The globe nodded. "Fine," it said. "Entrance permitted."

Remus let out a huge sigh, and Sirius silently put his hands in 'prayer position' and gave a short bow to the door. "C'mon Harry."

The door finally managed to creaked open, and Sirius and Remus walked right in, flicking on lights. When Harry finally followed them, he couldn't help but be amazed at what he saw.

The room was huge, and lit by chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The ceiling itself was painted extravagantly and decorated along the edges. Things were littered all over the floor, pieces of paper and pictures tacked to the walls. Photos of the Marauders all over, lists of pranks played, lists of supplies, Zonko's receipts, littered all over. There was a huge bay window at the end of the long room, and a cushion on it. There was a table with eight seats back there too and shelves with tons of books as well. But the strangest things in the room were the eight, large wardrobes lined along the wall- four on one side, four on the other. As he walked up to one he saw a large, life sized portrait of Arwen. The doors were big enough so that a person could step through them. Then it hit him. In this wardrobe, was all of Arwen's things from school. And all of these wardrobes were for the marauders. They would open Peter's, and his Mom and Dad's and it would summon them to here. "Cool," Harry murmured looking at the seventeen year old Arwen that was smiling at him from the doors. "Very cool."

Meanwhile, Remus had gone to one wardrobe, and Sirius and Arwen to others. He joined Remus. Remus was running his hands over the doors and seemed to be looking for some sort of switch. Looking at the painting on this one, he found it was Peter- but the Peter he had just seen in the memory. Remus glanced at the picture and grinned. "We created these end of first year and kept adding spells and things to it at the end of the year. We added the girls in third year, even Lily- at Rosie and Lana's request. So now it's the way it is. Now where is that thing..Ah!" He smiled and pressed hard on a certain point on one of the hinges. There were several 'clicking' sounds, like one of the vaults in Gringotts, and the doors swung open of their own accord. There was a great lot of grayish smoke, leaving Remus, Harry, and Lana all coughing, and waving their hands to clear it, before there was an energetic "REMY!!!! You came!!!" and a rather short man shot out of the wardrobe and hugged Remus hard around the waist. Remus choked, and squeaked out "air!" before the person let go and Lana tackled him. Finally the smoke cleared and Harry could see a grinning 'memory Peter' swinging Lana around. Once he put her down he turned to Remus (who was still gasping for breath) as said, "I didn't think you'd make it. You had me worried. And you're Prongs jr., I presume?" he turned to Harry without missing a beat. "You look different from this perspective. I never really got a good look at you, you know. To busy screaming my head off at Riddle. God, you look exactly like James. This is really weird, but it's nice to be back. Am I chattering again?"

Remus was grinning now. "Yes."

Peter sighed. "Some things never change, eh? Oh well. So much for that, anyway. What's Padfoot up to?"

"Brining back James, you little rat!" Sirius yelled over his shoulder. Peter grinned, the innocence rolling off him even now, and Harry couldn't believe that this was the same person he'd met in third year.

Remus and Peter chatted for a while, with Lana adding comments every now and then, and Harry just listening in. Remus seemed happier here, and Harry knew why. Peter's betrayal had hit him the hardest, because Peter had been Remus's first friend. They only met Sirius and James later on in the year when Remus overheard them planning a prank and had warned them it would backfire. They had accepted him in then and there, with Peter as well. And now he was back. It was like a dream come true. Harry checked his watch real quick (he had gotten a new one for his birthday from Sirius) and he had fifteen minutes until he had to make it to potions. Good.

All of a sudden, there were two consecutive cries of "FINALLY!" and two pairs of doors were swung open. Then two voices began reading from two little slips of paper that said the exact same thing. "We are sorry to inform you that the said occupant (Lily Evans/James Potter) is unable to appear at this time. They will be able to appear..." Both voices trailed off, then came back full force. "SOMETIME IN THE NEXT CENTURY!!!!!!!"

Harry, Peter, Lana, and Remus dashed to the other side of the room and crowded around Sirius and Arwen who had exchanged papers and were now completely speechless. "I don't understand it," said Remus frowning. "It's supposed to bring them even if their dead. So what's stopping them?" Sirius just shook his head. Harry frowned, casting around his mind for reasons. Then something that Dumbledore had said earlier came to him. "There were never any mortals by the name of Lily Evans and James Potter. There was never a mortal by the name of Harry Potter. They never existed."

"What was that, Harry?" asked Peter, who was standing closest to him. Harry repeated it.

"Dumbledore told me that this morning. I dunno what it means though. How can they not exist? How can I not exist? I mean, if there weren't any mortals by those names, then my parents would have to be immortal. But they died...didn't they?"

There was a low chuckle from the wardrobe behind them. "Very good, Harry. Now, Padfoot, if you don't mind, could you close these doors so I can see something other than wall? Don't get me wrong," the voice continued, sounding amused," the list of pranks we did on the Slytherins in fourth year is very interesting, but I would like to see my son, if you please."