A/N: I'm basically writing for fun, exploring my abilities as a romance writer. So, it will be quite plotless and full of clichés. A little happy fic, while we wait for HBP. (You'll find out what to expect on Dumbledore's speech, chapter 2)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry. Nor Draco. Nor Remus. Nor Snape. I don't even own the Blast Ended Skrewts. They're all Rowling's (hope you get burned!). I just own the plotless plot. And the Dishus Lavum Spell, but I don't even know if it will be on this fic. My life so empty.

PAIRING: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Ron/Hermione and some surprises.

WARNING: This will be SLASH. And I won't deny the possibility of an MPREG. Don't like, don't read. It's so easy to not be rude…

One last thing: as you'll probably notice while reading, this is my first attempt at writing in English. My marks weren't bad at school, but still, it's been a long time and I would really appreciate if you pointed me my errors, so I can correct them. Thanks.

Prologue

Severus Snape had a problem. Well, actually, Severus Snape had lots of problems, like Hagrid's new Blast Ended Skrewts litter, or anything middly related to Albus Dumbledore. But this particular problem was special, as it was really hard to solve. Proof of that was the fact that he had been trying for twenty-one years now, and he hadn't done the lesser of the progresses. And it seemed like it would stay that way for a long time…

Severus had taken care of most his problems alone, and when he hadn't, they had ended up solving themselves anyway. A good example of the first category would be his godson. All his life he had wanted Draco to become a fine man and join the Light side, but the path that his parents were putting the child on was on the antipodes of what he would have desired.

He had succeeded anyway: Draco had been a spy for the Order of the Phoenix for nearly two years before he was caught, and when it happened, he became the leader of the revolution that crumbled down the foundations of the Slytherin House and that ended up being a decisive factor on the Battle of Hogsmeade (besides Potter). The fact that Lucius died fighting and afterwards Narcissa received the Kiss was just an added bonus. It had took him fifteen years, but in the end he had succeeded in separating his godson from his parents bad influence.

The best example of problems that solve themselves was really easy to find, honestly. His task as a spy had forced him to live a double life for seventeen years, but in the end, the Dark Lord had been vanquished (don't think by who, Severus, he thought, we don't want another wave of nausea!) and he was finally free to do whatever he wanted. Almost.

He still had one hell of a problem, and in this case, things were getting worse everyday. At least, while the Dark Lord was on the loose saving Harry Potter's life was a feasible task, but now?

The only… (person doesn't seem an appropriate word…Creature! ): the only creature who would have been able to take Potter's life was dead. Since the death of the Dark Lord in June, Severus had been falling on a depression. He could imagine himself, at eighty, still watching for Potter's safety. His complete life spend as a nanny, for Merlin's sake!

He started searching for possible solutions. Pity Lupin was dead, this would have been a great time to take him back to Hogwarts. Just a tiny mistake with the Wolfsbane Potion, a bit of plotting to put Potter on the monster's way and he would have had the perfect payback for his life debt. But it was all a fantasy: Lupin was dead, it was all out of reach.

He kept this line of thinking for all the first month of the summer holydays, until he ended up deciding that it would be easier to resurrect Potter than to save his son's life. And he had de perfect starting point: the Marauders Map.

Stealing the Map from Potter had been an adventure on its own. Severus had had to invite himself for tea at The Burrow, sneak into Weasel King's bedroom, discretely break through the charms surrounding Potter's trunk and find the Map, which happened to be hidden in a secret compartment that was, in all honesty, much more sophisticated than what would be expected for a teenage trunk. And he had to do it in less than five minutes!

Compared to that, discovering the password, finding out the spells used by the Marauders, separate the four personalities and developing a ritual to bring them back from a piece of parchment was a child's game.

On the other hand, stealing the Map from Potter was easy compared to what he had to do to collect the "material" needed. The potions, spells and charms were not specially difficult. Finding out genetic information from each of the Marauders was another story. But find it he did, and in less than a week.

The easy one was Lupin: he just exhumed his corpse and stole a piece of putrid flesh. Once he got rid of the worms, it was a tolerable sight. After all, it was Lupin, and he was dead.

The less revolting was Potter: he just sneaked in The Burrow at night and stole a hair from his fucking son. The hard part was to refrain from hexing him while doing it.

Black, of course, nearly killed him. Twice. The first time, for making him break through the security that warded the Department of Mysteries since six children and a bunch of Death Eaters had had a meeting on it. The second time, when he made him collect a piece of clothe from the Veil.

Pettigrew was even worse. The rat had been burned to less than ashes by Longbottom, so he had to resort to "Scheme B": get into the Maximal Security Chamber of the Ministry, stupefy ten aurors, dig a hole, and take a little bit of the Dark Lords heart, whose body had been rebuilt through Pettigrew's genes (Honestly, after all he got through to get Potter's blood, he could have chosen a better "servant flesh").

And that's how he got where he stood now. He had conceived the rite so that the spells would be activated by the blood of a school rival still full of hatred towards the four persons to be resurrected, willingly given. It was a ridiculously easy ingredient to find for him, and at the same time, it would ensure that the rite wouldn't be reproduced. He took pride on thinking that his hatred for the Marauders was something special.

Of course, he had made sure that they wouldn't share any kind of bond (except those of the kind that had pushed him to do that in the first place) and that none of his power would be transferred to them. It was a Light Rite, after all.

He let fall four drops of blood on the Map. There was a huge light and… POP

"Morgan's Skirt!" shouted Black "Guys, don't look, but we just found a relative of Snivellus."

Severus showed them his best evil glare: "Professor Snape, Black. You will like to know that I don't own a Life Debt to Potter anymore. On the other hand, you three" He pointed at Lupin, Black and Pettigrew "own one to me. We are now on 1997, you have been resurrected through that Map of yours. You need to know no more. Now" He said, taking a folder from his desk "Follow me. Quietly. The Sorting Ceremony has already started."

And then he was gone, his tunic billowing behind. Sirius was the first one to react:

"Well. That was interesting. I'd say that Snivellus hasn't had a good shag in the last twenty years..."