Sorry, sorry, I know it's been forever! Don't worry though, school will be out soon, and then there will be so many update you won't have time to read them all! I'm exaggerating, but oh well.

I'd also like to apologize because I forgot a part of this story: Stealing the sword of Godric Gryffindor. I'll probably portray this in a flashback scene or something. Anyways, thanks for all you wonderful reviewers!

"Merry Christmas!" Sirius woke James by pouncing on top of the camp bed that Mrs. Longbottom had set up for him.

"Bloody hell, Sirius," James yawned, rubbing his eyes. "You ate way too much chocolate last night."

"Oh well!" Sirius sang, jumping onto Remus's bed as well now. "Wake up, Moony, wake up! It's CHRISTMAS!"

"What are you, five?" James laughed as he put his glasses on. "Morning, Remus."

"Morning," Remus said groggily, shoving Sirius off of him. "Is Neville awake?"

"I am now." Neville sauntered into the room, yawning, still in his pajamas. "Bloody hell, did someone give Sirius sugar again?"

"Yeah, you did," James laughed fondly. "Around three pounds of it."

"Oh well," Neville sighed. "Merry Christmas anyways."

After the four boys were dressed and ready, they headed downstairs to find Mrs. Longbottom listening in rapt attention to the radio.

"What's going on Gran?" Neville questioned.

"Shush, boy!" Augusta whispered. "I'm trying to hear what they're saying."

"Yes, it's a now well known fact that Harry Potter…"

The three Marauders shared a shocked look.

"…and friends were nearly caught last night by The Chief Death Eater."

"Any ideas what they were after in Godric's Hallow, River?" A deeper, but familiar voice answered. The Marauders looked at each other confusedly, but Neville smiled secretly to himself. He'd have to tell them that they had just heard the older Remus talking later.

"Well, Romulus…"

Remus gave his friends a startled look. It was him! That man was him! Who else would choose the name Romulus? (*)

"….Reliable sources say that they were after the sword of Godric Gryffindor."

The Marauders and Neville gaped at one another. They knew the sword of Gryffindor only too well.

-Flashback-

"Hey, Neville, Luna, James, Sirius, Remus, hang back a minute!" Ginny called as the DA meeting came to a close. When they had all reached her, she began to speak.

"I have a plan," she whispered hurriedly. "We need to steal something, steal something big."

"What do you propose?" Neville had asked calmly.

"The sword of Gryffindor."

They had stayed after for an hour afterwards, working on how they could do this without being detected. Then, the next Thursday, the plan came into effect.

James and Sirius were to be the distraction. They started screwing around in the Great Hall, bewitching students and teachers to start, say break dancing or bursting out in song, , like so many of the ingenious pranks they had come up with before.

Remus was to be the lookout. He'd stay under the invisibility cloak and keep watch at the entrance to the Headmaster's office.

Neville, Ginny, and Luna were to actually do the stealing. On that fateful day, Snape wasn't fooled for one minute by this ploy, and headed straight to his office. Remus had been too late to warn the others, and it had resulted in them getting caught and having a detention with Hagrid. The Marauders, however, were not punished.

-End Flashback-

The four boys didn't listen to too much of the rest of the radio program, which they learned later was called Potterwatch. They were too busy standing with their mouths agape. This was big news, very big.

"So," Augusta clapped her hands together with a smile on her usually severe face. "Who wants to open presents?"

(*) In case you didn't know, Remus and Romulus are supposedly the founders of Rome, which is why Remus assumed it was himself.

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