a/n So yeah, I decided to remove Lily's POV and instead use the Marauder's POV because I just find that they are more flexible and easier to maneuver. Plus, these guys are so much fun to play with. I love the Marauders!

review. okay i know this is the shortest piece ive written and im ashmaed that its actually out there. But im an extreme procrastinator and theres no excuse why i dont have anything better to show. This is just what i have so far. IM SORRY for this short piece once again...im working on tons of stuff so im sorry, again.

"Mum, these treacle tarts are utterly disgusting. Just kidding," laughed Sirius, his mouth full. Harold looked at his not-quite son in subtle disgust.

"Close your mouth, Sirius," Deliah said sharply. "And mind you, I bought them." She smiled slyly.

"I mean," continued Sirius completely ignoring Mrs. Potter, "If I was Dumbledore, (I'd have to be a bit mental, mind you) and you were an elf, I'd hire you in a blink."

The brief smile left Deliah's aging face as quickly as it had come and she raised an eyebrow. James's tart was halfway to his unhinged jaw and drool was gathering unattractively at the corner of his mouth. He surveyed Sirius with something like amusement and concern. Mr. Potter opened his newspaper again with a flourish and his eyes never left his surrogate son.

Sirius, oblivious, used his pinky to remove a piece of sweet from his molar. Noticing the looks of astonishment from the Potter clan, he raised a perfectly arched brow.

"What? Can't a guy finish a delicious treacle tart without non verbal harassment? Merlin," Sirius finished snootily.

James put down his tart curtly and smacked Sirius upside the head.

"Hey!" Sirius cried holding his head.

Deliah shook her head and awakened from her momentary stupor. She held her eyes with her husband, whom is most likely silently agreeing that Sirius is off his rocker.

Sirius reached out and smacked James back; his glasses fell onto his lap. James gasped rather dramatically and hastily put on his glasses. He smirked and reached out to retaliate.

"Boys." Mr. Potter's deep, booming, soothing voice caused them to soothe immediately, like a harsh lullaby. Once Head Auror, Harold Liam Potter was a man of high stature. James inherited his hair which is as untidy, windswept, and dark as his father's. James was an astounding six foot two, while his father stood at an impressive six foot seven; James had clearly inherited the Auror's frame. Though he was demoted, he is still a respected warrior who could make pajamas and crooked glasses look intimidating.

Sisrius glared at James. James responded by blowing a kiss at him. Sirius looked revolted before cackling loudly.

"Is Remus coming?" Harold looked up from the latest Wizengamot news.

"Poor dear, always sick." Deliah cooed.

Sirius and James shifted uncomfortably and avoided making eye contact. If only they knew...if only they knew that their best friend turned into a full fledged monster once a month...that in a heart beat he could turn on his friends and kill them without hesitation...

"James, be a dear and go to the fireplace."

"For what?"

"Listen to her Prongs, she can kick your ass to hell and back," said Sirius matter-of-factly.

"Sirius-" Deliah warned.

"Mum-" Sirius countered sweetly.

IM SORRY! So short i know, im ashamed but im overwhelmed by all teh work i have to do. I promise i will re-write it.

--gabyyy