Chapter 4: The Maraudettes

"And that's the story of my life." Harry finished.

Harry, James, and Lily had finished dinner and were now in the parlor talking. Harry had just finished his life story to see James and Lily with their mouths hanging wide open.

"I leave for fifteen year," James finally said. "And the entire world goes into chaos."

"James." Lily said. "Voldemort would have still returned even if you had survived."

"Not that." James said. "Minnie broke the First-Year-No-Brooms Rule. And whoever heard of someone catching the snitch and the other team wins? And Snape SAVED YOUR LIFE? And I'm going to have a word with the Minister one of these days. Removing a Potter from Quidditch. OUTRAGEOUS!"

Lily whacked him upside the head after his comments (most being about Quidditch).

Harry snickered at his parents.

"Get used to it, Love." Lily told him. "Because THIS is normal for us."

"It's even better with the gangs." James said. "Of course, we can leave Pettigrew out."

"That gives me an idea." Lily said. "James dear? Can you please locate Spica and Melissa?"

"Yes Milady." James said with a bow as went to the fireplace.

"Dev Room!" he yelled after grabbing a handful of red powder. He disappeared in red flames.

"Uh?" was all Harry can say.

"This house has it's own floo network." She explained.

"You know, he's taking Sirius' death a little light." Harry observed looking at the fireplace.

"He's just staying strong for your sake." Lily told him. "You watch. Tonight, he'll cry himself to sleep."

A few seconds later, James appeared.

"Both are in an apartment in Boston." James told his wife. "342 B Adams Rd." (Made up address)

"Thank you." She said. "If you will take down the wards for five minutes."

James touched the wall and a white flash appeared. Lily apparated out.

"What just happened?" Harry asked.

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In Boston (One in the morning),

Lily apparated into a room where a woman with blond hair was sleeping peacefully.

"Oh Remus. Yes." The woman murmured in her sleep. "I will marry you."

"Then get your rear end out of bed." Lily said as she threw the covers off the woman in the silk red sleeveless nightgown.

"Lily?" the woman asked as she woke up. "Aren't you dead?"

"Yeah." Lily said sarcastically throwing the woman a night robe. "I'm a ghost telling you to get back to England."

"But we don't have any money." The woman yawned.

"It's called apparation. You're a witch. Remember?" Lily sighed going into the next room to wake the brown haired woman up.

"I saw Sirius kissing Alice!" Lily said in a tattle-tale like way

"WHAT?!" the woman sat up in bed.

"That never gets old." Lily laughed

"Lily?" the brown haired woman in the silk yellow sleeveless nightgown asked. "Dumbledore wrote to us 14 years ago saying that you were dead."

"Long story." Lily said throwing her other friend a night robe. "Short version: I'm back."

The blond was in the living room yawning when Lily walked out with the brown haired woman.

"Okay. What's going on?" the blond asked.

Lily grabbed an ear of each friend and apparated back to England

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James was explaining to Harry some of the perks of being a Potter when Lily appeared with the other two women.

"OW!" the brown haired woman yelled.

James quickly put the wards back up.

"Hello ladies." James greeted.

"Harry." Lily said. "This woman," she pushed Spica forward as she let go of Spica's ear, "is your godmother, Spica Jenkins."

"And this woman," she continued doing the same thing to the other woman. "Is my other best friend, Melissa Oxford."

"Dang." Melissa said looking at Harry then at James as she rubbed her sore ear. "They're practically carbon copies of each other."

"Thanks?" Harry said.

"Would someone PLEASE explain what's going on?" Spica asked

"Long story." Harry told her.

"Hey, Jenkins?" James asked Spica. "What's with the ring?"

Spica had a diamond ring on her left finger.

"You didn't…" James continued looking at her in horror.

"This HAPPENS to be an engagement ring." She admitted. "NOT a wedding ring."

"How long have you been engaged?" Lily asked.

"16 years." Spica told them.

"Who is it?" James asked almost dangerously.

"The same guy I had been dating since sixth year." Spica said.

"Oh. Okay." The Potters said relaxing.

"HE DIDN'T TELL ME?!" James yelled as he realized something.

"Who is it?" a clueless Harry asked.

"That escaped convict from Azkaban we all knew and loved." Lily said sadly.

"WHAT!?" Spica yelled as she discovered the fate of her fiancé. "THEY SENT SIRIUS TO AZKABAN?! Take down these wards, Potter! I'm going to give Fudge and Crouch a piece of my mind!"

"One," James said. "Crouch is dead and Fudge is no longer Minister. Two: Sirius is not in Azkaban anymore. Three: do you REALLY want to go to the Ministry in your nightdress and robe?"

"Dear." Lily said. "This is the girl who chased Sirius in a towel around the school when he turned her hair hot pink in fifth year."

The adults laughed at the memory.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Where is he if he's not in Azkaban?" Spica asked.

"What part of "escaped" don't you understand?" Lily asked.

"Where is he now?" She asked again.

"Sirius is dead." Harry added sadly.

Silence.

"What?" Spica gasped.

TBC