Disclaimer; while the Talaxian Federation recognizes me as the original author behind this, the rest of the universe is sadly behind Ms. Rowling and Ms. Bishop.

/People can speak mind to mind now/

Eventually Harry was able to regain human form, which hurt almost as much as becoming an owl in the first place, and he paid an overdue visit to Jaenelle about the brooms.

"You're back!"

"I was never gone."

"You know what I mean. So what did you decide to visit me for, our lesson isn't until after lunch."

"Well, this whole episode was precipitated by your daughter. I don't know if she told you all that happened, but I'll fill you in. I tried to take her out for another flying lesson and teach her some more advanced maneuvers, when she informed me that you two had taken apart my other broom?"

"Oh, yes about that… We didn't mean to break it; we just wanted to see how it worked."

"I see why Lucivar calls you Cat, you're too curious for your own good. Anyway, then we decided she would teach me to fly the way you and she do. Part way through, I ended up shifting into my owl form and we got distracted. Some of the visualizations she tried to get me to do are close to those required for the animagus transformation."

"So that's how that happened. I had wondered."

"Now, I propose a trade. I'll teach you all about how the brooms work, if you teach me how to fly and air walk. No one I've asked can properly explain the air walking and Lucy can't explain the flying. Apparently you taught those skills mind to mind?"

"Yes I did, I never had much luck explaining how I do it either, so I just let people feel how I do it and it suddenly clicks for them."

"Maybe I'll have more luck explaining it someday. I brought a book with me that explains all the spells used in brooms and how they are tied together. Seventh year students of charms in my school are taught how to enchant things. They are always asked to craft a major project symbolic of their mastery of the subject. I was going to build my own broom so I bought some extra reading material."

"Thanks I would really appreciate the chance to read that."

"Harry, Harry guess what?"

"What's up Rascal?"

"Mom and Dad said I could go to school with you!"

"That's wonderful, I know you'll have almost as much fun as I did."

"Almost?"

"Well, your mother asked me to make sure you didn't get involved in some of the things I did."

"Yeah, she told Kaelas to keep me out of trouble too."

"Why did she tell that to Kaelas?"

"It said in my letter that I could bring a cat. Mother asked Kaelas to go with me to protect me and make sure I don't get lonely."

"Mother Night! I think Hogwarts is about to get a lot more interesting."

"Uncle Lucivar said something like that too. He said at least your training wouldn't suffer."

"Oh dear. Well if you are coming to Hogwarts, I guess I need to introduce you to some of our traditions."

"What traditions?"

"Well, even though it has only been around for just over a thousand years, Hogwarts has a great number of traditions that we value. Most of them involve secrets. The sorting ceremony is the first secret tradition everyone goes through. It separates all the students into four groups based on their best traits. I can't tell you about that one because it has to be a surprise to all new students. There are also secret passages, secret rooms, a Chamber of Secrets, and secret clubs."

"Secret clubs?"

"Sure, like secret societies and special groups. Back in my fifth year I started my own secret club. I taught everyone useful skills and how to fight with magic. My parents and their friends were in another secret club, one I think we could restart if we wanted."

"Really? What club is that? What did they do that was so secret?"

"They were called the Marauders of Hogwarts. They were the official mischief makers in Hogwarts. They played pranks and made jokes, making sure that no one took life too seriously. After yesterday I think we could be good at it if we wanted. I was really surprised Kaelas helped to be honest."

"Kaelas is always willing to do something to make the humans look stupid."

"Really, well then he is more than welcome to join us if he wants. I've got an idea already to pull a prank on one of the teachers."

"Oh, tell me please!"

"Ok, the teacher for Defense this year (that's almost like Lucivar's job here) is famous for being paranoid and promoting "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" It would look really bad if in the middle of his lesson with the first years, he were tackled by someone he couldn't see. It would be even worse if a little girl were to yell "constant vigilance" and fight off his attacker."

Lucy giggled. "I think I might like this club."

"But first we will need to get you a wand. I'll let everyone know that tomorrow I am going to help you get your wand and we can leave first thing after breakfast."

"I'm done with breakfast, let's go find my wand!"

"Ugh… Next time remind me that you are way to cheerful in the morning. Alright we can go."

"Yay!"

Harry was dressed in the work robes he usually wore to potions, hardier and more rugged than the uniform robes he had taken to wearing around the Hall. He and Lucy left the front doors of the Hall and while Harry continued straight towards the landing web, Lucy turned and headed for the Dark Altar.

"Hey, where do you think you are going?"

"Well we don't use wands so I assumed we were going to your world to buy one."

"We could just go buy one, but I thought you might like something better than just any old wand. We are going to make yours from scratch, the good old fashioned way."

"Why do that if we can just buy one? It's simpler and less work."

"Here I thought everyone was so proud of their jewels and their special craft secrets. Would you like a wand that was made because they had the materials just sitting around, or do you want a special wand made just for you and no one else? I thought everyone here liked doing things their way and no one else's."

"I never thought of that. But your wand was bought in a store wasn't it?"

"Yes, but my wand was also very special even before I came around. If it were made any differently I would have replaced it by now. My wand has a brother, and brother wands are special when used together or against each other. Voldemort has my wand's only brother."

"Ok, so how do we start?"

"Well first thing we need is the wood for this. Tell me, where in the realms do you feel most calm and centered?"

"Sitting on a beach in the Fyreborn Islands watching the little dragons wave whomp and eat pickle berries."

"Ok, then that is where we will start looking for your wand's body. What we are looking for is materials that are particularly attuned to your craft and psychic scent. I didn't think you would be likely to find that in a shop on my world. It should come from here."

Lucy's wand proved to be more trouble than she is, requiring bits and pieces from all over the Realm. Pickle Berry wood for the body, and a hair from the unicorn queen, the warlord prince of the centaurs, and from Jaenelle as the core. Harry had never heard of a wand with three cores before, but he figured that it couldn't really hurt, so they braided the three hairs together and set them aside.

Using a spell Daemon had taught him, they carved the wand body. Daemon insisted that a proper gentleman was also an artist in at least one way and showed Harry how to cut glass figurines with a bit of craft. He extended a thin wire of craft and sliced away the glass, leaving perfectly smooth, polished edges behind. It was an unspoken thing between them that all of Daemon's spells could also be used in another way. If it could cut glass, wood, or stone, what would it do to flesh and bone?

Lucy levitated the branch they had chosen and began to spin it very fast. A few quick passes from Harry's wire and it was now a vaguely wand like cone shape and the work began in earnest. Like a magical lathe, Harry's spell carefully removed trace amounts of material, until Lucy suddenly asked him to stop. She couldn't explain it, but she knew it was the perfect length, twelve and one quarter inches. Harry's brow was covered in sweat from the concentration needed to maintain his spell. He carved the handle and set the wand body aside.

Harry pulled out the copy of "Enchanting Enchantments" he bought for Charms class this year, silently thankful that he had needed to go to Diagon Alley after Hogwarts and didn't wait until the end of the summer like usual. Between the book on brooms and the Charms text that included how to make wands, it was certainly worth the trip. He consulted the chapter that discussed wand making and hoped everything would still work.

He had the wood with a personal connection. He had the core materials with personal significance. The wand body was not transfigured or conjured, nor was any iron or steel used in the carving. The craft used would either insure this wand was perfectly suited to channel magic or it wouldn't work at all. There was no analog to what he had done in traditional magic, usually stone or copper tools were used to shape the body and diamond powders used to sand and polish.

After practicing on some of the wood scraps, he used the spell from the book to split the wand body down the center and laid in the braided hairs, carefully cut to the exact length required for this wand. He said the fusion charm over the new wand and prayed for the best.

"Okay, technically your new wand is almost ready, there is only one spell left to perform. If you have a personal motto or mantra, you may wish to carve it onto the wand. A totem or object of significance will also help attune this wand to you better. If you don't wish to add those, we will say the final spell and see if it works."

"Well let me think about it. I need to think of how to say it right."

"Do you need any help?" Jaenelle's voice caused both to spin around and look to the doorway. Jaenelle, Daemon and Saetan were watching and looking quite interested.

Lucy ran over to her mother and whispered in her ear. Jaenelle thought it over for a few moments and wrote a phrase in the Old Tongue on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She struggled for a few moments doodling on the paper trying to get the exact look she wanted out of her drawings.

"Ok, I know what I want on my wand. You hold it up and spin it this time, but do so very slowly, about this fast." She said while turning in place.

Over the nest few minutes, elegant script appeared curving around the length of the shaft. A second pass brought vines and flowers carved around the words. When she decided she was done, the wand looked very beautiful, the grey wood had almost a blue tint to it and the flowers made the natural grain of the wood shine. Harry wove his wand in an intricate pattern and spoke a long sentence in Latin, pouring his magic, willpower, and intent into making this a wonderful wand. After all, will and intent were the better part of magic or craft as he was learning.

"Pick up your wand and wave it through the air."

When Lucy picked up her wand, those present could feel and intangible wind swirl through the room. Lucy waved the wand and was greeted by ephemeral rainbows and butterflies. It was definitely a success.

"Happy Birthday Lucy."

"Wow, I forgot it was my birthday today." She said in an awed voice. The other adults chuckled.

"That was the point. Your parents told me you would be coming to Hogwarts before you did. They asked me to get you out of the Hall today and distract you while they made arrangements. In our culture, a person's first wand is a traditional gift on their eleventh birthday. Of course most of them don't get a custom made wand from "The Great Harry Potter", but I thought just this once we could make an exception. You are the only person I have ever made a wand for. Now come on Rascal, let us see what Mrs. Beale has cooked up to eat. I'm sure you're starving after all the running around we did today."

Harry was beginning to like having a sister, especially a younger sister who looked up to him.

That weekend once again found Harry in England. He first delivered Lucy's acceptance letter to McGonagall, who once again went just about batty when Harry appeared out of no where. After that however he was on a mission of an entirely different sort, though still likely to make McGonagall as barmy as Dumbledore in no time flat.

"Moony! Good to see you."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Don't sneak up on a werewolf, Cub! I am not even sure how you snuck up on me, but don't do it again."

"Sorry Moony, but I am here on official business, spooking you out is part of the job."

"Official Business? Who's business?"

"Mr. Tundros is here to inform Mr. Moony of the rise of the second generation of the Marauders of Hogwarts and ask that the official records be given into my care so they may be updated as needed."

"A second generation of Marauders, do tell?"

"Indeed, Messrs. Tundros and Shadow, Miss Snow and Miss Flutter-bee do solemnly swear we are up to no good."

"When will I meet the others? It feels so good to know I am not the last Marauder anymore. And what are your specialties?"

"The only hint I will give you is that you already know Ms. Snow. All of us can fly under our own power, bypass anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards, including those of Hogwarts, have a method of communication that cannot be tapped or overheard, and become invisible without the use of invisibility cloaks. Mr. Tundros is the scapegoat and all around mastermind, son of the legendary Prongs. Ms. Snow is can track anyone so long as they are not hiding under a Fidelius, is skilled in illusions, and can access almost any location without suspicion. Mr. Shadow is our expert in stealth and martial skills. Miss Flutter-bee is the cute and innocent one, and our master of obscure and impossible magics."

"Wow, that list of skills daunts even what the original Marauders had up their sleeves. Have the others completed the necessary training and performed a worthy prank?"

"Ms. Flutter-bee is the only marauder without an animal form; however she planned and helped arrange a prank against a VERY high ranking public official. This prank lead to the public humiliation of said person who is still receiving ribbing from friends and family to this day. Mr. Shadow was also instrumental in that prank, in the execution stages. Miss Snow pranked Mr. Tundros and he judged it worthy."

"How did the second generation earn their new names? And may I see Mr. Tundros in his new form?"

"When I first accomplished my transformation, a seer saw my form and had a vision. She named me Kae Tundros, the white thunder. It doesn't actually describe thunder surprisingly; "white thunder" is a type of avalanche that occurs in Askavi. You can be standing in the way and never see it coming until it sweeps past you and you are carried forward in the chaos."

"That certainly describes the effect you seem to have on people. They can hear the thunder and see the signs but never notice your power until you roar past them."

"She would seem to agree. Anyway, Mr. Shadow does not like his name but given his tendency to disappear or reappear out of those very same shadows, the rest of us find it fitting. Ms. Snow is named for obvious reasons; her form is a beautiful snowy white. Ms. Flutter-bee thinks her name is too cute, but the rest of us think she is sickeningly cute sometimes so it fits. She does not have an animagus form, but may eventually acquire one and require a name change. Her current name is inspired by the way she flies, bobbing and fluttering along like a butterfly."

Harry then popped into his owl form and spread his wings while slowly turning to show off his new look.

"Nice work Harry. The lightning bolt on your back makes it kind of obvious though. It fits with the whole "white thunder" thing though."

"Thanks Moony. Would Ms. Snow care to show herself to Mr. Moony?"

Hedwig dropped the sight shield she had been hiding behind and played along with Harry's plan.

"Thank you Ms. Snow."

"Wow, she looks just like Hedwig. Let me look you over if you don't mind."

Hedwig hooted and hopped around for Remus to get a look at her.

"If she wasn't wearing that stunning necklace, I would probably think you were having me on. So, may I see some of your illusions you're so proud of Ms. Snow?"

Hedwig recreated the illusion she had shown the Weasleys, Harry hatching from an egg and embracing her owl mother.

"Most impressive, she pulled it off in owl form and without a wand. I have to respect the skills the first two of the new Marauders are showing. I will have to meet your other misbegotten miscreants later."

"We'll see what we can arrange. You may never meet the people behind the animal faces though. Ms. Snow here will not allow me to reveal her true identity, and I very much doubt that Mr. Shadow will even come out of the shadows long enough for you to see his form. Plus, he may not be the easiest for you to approach anyway."

"Why is that?"

"Well, no offense Moony, but you are a wolf, it's always inside you. Mr. Shadow is an Acerian Cat, like a white tiger. Felines and canines aren't always friendly are they?"

"Ah, so if he won't let his identity be revealed beyond the name and animal form, his instincts might not like me anyway."

"Indeed, but if you come to Bill's wedding I will see if I can introduce you to Ms. Flutters. You will need to meet her anyway for other reasons."

"Can you at least give me hints as to who they are?"

"I can't tell you too much. Ms. Snow and Ms. Flutters are much younger than me, and Mr. Shadow is roughly the same age. None of them are the obvious choices like Hermione or any of the Weasleys. You'll have to figure it out from there."

"Damn, I thought Hermione might be Ms. Snow here. She's certainly smart enough and powerful enough to become an animagus."

"I agree, she might have the potential, but can you honestly see her becoming an illegal animagus? A registered animagus is too obvious and well known to be useful in pranks."

"Good point. You realize you are going to hear it from them about this. It seems that you, Hermione, and the two youngest Weasleys are inseparable, they won't like being left out."

"Well if they work hard and prove to have valuable skills, we may induct them later. This isn't about Voldemort and the war anyway, this is about having fun and reminding people to lighten up and enjoy life. By the way, I wanted to talk to you about something I have planned for the Marauder tradition."

"We have traditions?"

"That's exactly the point, I want to start one, and I need your help to add some authenticity to it."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, at some point in the year, you will undoubtedly be questioned by McGonagall or others about the Marauders. She was your head of house during the first rise and I doubt she spent much time at headquarters before she heard you or Sirius using your nicknames. When she does come to you, let's get creative."

"I am still waiting to hear what you have planned, but I am beginning to see my place."

"Well if I am caught, which while it is unlikely they will find proof I will be a prime suspect. I am going to spin a yarn worthy of the Hogwarts Four. It seems that the Marauders are not a new group at all. In times of great stress and peril, Hogwarts has always had a group of troublemakers and rebels to bring levity back to the students. These troublemakers are selected by Hogwarts itself and taught the arts of mischief. During the first rise of Voldemort, you and the others were the champions of the day, and now it is our turn. There are always four Marauders, one for each of the founders, who are examples of the various talents they sought."

"But we were all Gryffindors."

"So what? You were intelligent and clever. My father was brave and impetuous. Sirius was loyal and hardworking; he did break out of Azkaban to protect me after all. And that rat bastard Wormtail was dirty, slimy, and conniving."

"I'm beginning to get the picture. You want to leave a legacy behind at Hogwarts after you are gone. You want to create a new legend! And faking a noble and ancient history is a very good prank in itself. You will be pranking future generations without ever being there and giving your actions legitimacy to boot because "Hogwarts chose me" to craft this mischief. How very nice. I'll do it."

"Great, that's not the only legacy I'll be leaving. Tell me Moony, what do you know about secret doors, passwords, and the entrance to Diagon Alley behind the Leaky Cauldron? How do those magical barriers work?"

"Something tells me I don't want to know what you're planning but I'll tell you what I can…"