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Chapter 9

Play "Party My House, Be There" by MxPx

"Lily, will you go out with me?" James asked as he held a single white lily out to the girl in front of him.

"James Potter I would love to!" She squealed and jumped into his arms, then leaned in to kiss him…

"WAKEY WAKEY JAMES! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUT!" Sirius jumped onto his friend's bed.

"Sirius…" James growled, as he turned over and tried to go back to sleep, back to his dream.

"But I wanted to show you something…"

"How are you even up right now?"

"I think he's high" Remus muttered, sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Prepare to be amazed!" Exclaimed Sirius as he pointed his wand towards a modified speaker and mumbled something under his breath.

'It's about time for a party at my house
And it wouldn't be the same without you
No not at all as I recall
You've got what I need' was soon blaring and Sirius took that as his cue to start dancing.

"…You woke me up for this? I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A BLOODY FANTASTIC DREAM?" James yelled, then jumped on Sirius and the two boys were soon wrestling on the floor. Remus looked over the still sleeping Peter, oblivious to all the commotion around him.

"How does he do that?" he asked himself, amazed, as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and pants and headed to the bathroom.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" James rushed towards the sound of Lily's voice, quite surprised actually that she had found someone else to yell at. Even as a prefect, she'd normally just give this really stern, really disappointed look and spoke in a very quiet voice. It was actually quite scary. Still, he prided himself in the fact that he was the only one who could get her to scream. Naturally, Sirius followed him, wanting to see what all the commotion was about.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE OR YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT!"

"So THAT'S what she was yelling," James whispered as he and Sirius looked up. There was a crazy first year on a broom he had snuck in, despite the strict rule that no first years were allowed to bring their own brooms to Hogwarts.

"You have to admit though, he IS brilliant," Sirius whispered back.

"Why didn't we think of doing that?"

"That's why." James muttered as he watched the first year lose control of the broom.

"Someone get a teacher!" Lily ordered as he started to fall. Soon McGonagall arrived and was able to cast a spell that gently lowered him to the ground. James and Sirius, curious as they were, started to walk away.

"Hey did you hear about that kid?" Remus asked later that evening.

"What kid?"

"The one who fell of his broom and died," Peter informed them.

"…He didn't die. Prongsy here and I saw him fall. McGonagall did something to save him,"

"Well, apparently he loved flying so much that he couldn't wait till the next flying lesson so he snuck out and took a broom from the broom shed,"

"No kidding?" James asked, looking ashen.

"Nope." The four boys sat still, being unusually grave.

"LIGHTBULB!" Remus suddenly burst out as he jumped up.

"HEY THAT'S MY LINE!" accused Sirius as he started wiping up the ink he had spilled in fright.

"So what's this supposed brilliant idea?"

"Oh I didn't have an idea. I just thought it would lighten the mood,"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah that's me,"

"Oh shut up Sirius. And yeah James,"

"Our boy's growing up Prongsy," James looked at Sirius, who was doing his best to act like a mother. And failing.

"I have got to find new friends," Remus muttered to himself.

The next day it was announced that the funeral would be held in a couple days.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Sirius asked at lunch, looking at the other three Marauders.

"You really want me to answer that?" Peter retorted, believing it impossible to ever know what Sirius was thinking.

"Well," he started, pulling them all in closer and started to explain his idea.

Everyone was outside, sitting before a giant stage that had been set up for the funeral. Dumbledore has just started speaking when fog started rolling onto the stage, The curtain the old headmaster had been standing in front of started to raise, as an electric guitar started playing.

It's about time for a party at my house could soon be heard blaring. As the fog cleared, the marauders could be seen onstage, Peter on drums, James playing bass, Sirius with an electric guitar and Remus on the keyboard, surprisingly the one with the mic stand in front of him.

And it wouldn't be the same without you,
No not at all as I recall,
You've got what I need ,

The teachers started running towards them, yelling at them to get off the stage and threatening them with detentions. But even as the four boys leapt off the stage and started running, everyone in the audience could still hear: It's about time for a party at my house. That one line playing over and over again.

"You have got to do something Dumbledore!" McGonagall exclaimed.

"Yes I suppose I will," he muttered, but with a twinkle in his eye. "I suppose I will…"

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