Disclaimer: None of it is mine, alright moving on...

A/N: After this there will be only two more chapters. Oh and this chapter takes place in the summer before the start of Harry's 5th year, in case you were wondering about a time frame.

And I do apologize for the shortness of the chapter. Hopefully the next one will be longer! -wink-

kate: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! After this chapter I'll be doing two more.

"I can't believe we never thought of this before. I mean, we've only been trying to figure it out for how many years now? And we've only just come up with..."

"Shh! Someone's coming!"

Harry and Ron slowly opened the door to Fred and George's room at Grimmauld Place. "Hey do you two want to..." Ron paused. "What are you two doing now?"

Fred and George were sitting at a small desk in the corner, hunched over a piece of parchment. Every once in awhile one of them would grab the quill and start scribbling again, only to have it ripped from their hands so the other could continue writing. Occasionally words would drift back to where they were standing by the door, "Bloody brilliant... find them... mischief makers..." Harry and Ron watched them work for a moment before they finally realized that someone was standing in the doorway.

"Oh hello!" George said in a very happy voice while Fred whisked the parchment out of site. "What are you two doing here?"

"What were you two writing?" Ron asked. "More plans for joke items?"

Fred shook his head dramatically. "Oh no, much more important than that!"

"We have finally come up with a way to find out who the Marauders were!" George said.

This was not what Harry and Ron had been expecting. Ron instantly cracked into a huge grin, thinking about how much trouble his brothers would go through... when the two people standing in front of them already knew the answer. Harry on the other hand was trying to remember if he had ever told them who their former DADA teacher and an ex-convict really were. He thought he had... or was that just a dream...? He opened his mouth to make a comment about that when Ron cut in.

"So you're going to send them a letter?" It was obvious that he was trying not to laugh. "Well, we wish you luck on that, we really do. In fact, why don't you use Pig to send the letter? We'd love to stay, but we really need to be going..." Ron pulled Harry out of the room and closed the door behind them before he started laughing. "Imagine what they will do when they find out who the Marauders really are..."

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Less than 24 hours later, Fred and George had sent the letter. They had taken Ron up on his offer and used Pig. Now, all they had to do was wait for the response from their role models. They were actually very optimistic about figuring out the little riddle. But they just had one problem: They weren't getting a response.

They could understand not getting a response during the first week. After all, who knows how far away the Marauders were, or how long it would take Pig to find them? So for the first week they had waited patiently.

During the second week they were more impatient. Shouldn't Pig have returned by now? Where was their brother's small hyper owl? Harry and Ron had to remind them that Pig may already be on his way back, but since they didn't know how far he had traveled, it was impossible to tell when he would return. So Fred and George had sighed and moaned but accepted the fact that it might take awhile for Pig to return.

By the third week Fred and George has given up all hope of ever getting a response. Harry and Ron had given up hope of every seeing the looks on their faces when they found out just who their role models were. And everyone else had given up hope of ever seeing the four of them looking happy again.

Yet all that changed when one morning while Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast. Most of them were just finishing off their last piece of toast when a small owl flew into the room holding a letter.

"Yes! He's returned with... the..." George's triumphant cry was cut off as Pig landed on the table... and offered the letter to Sirius and Remus.

A/N: Oh, how evil am I? So sorry folks, but you'll just have to wait for the next chapter to find out what happens! -grins-