Summary – Sixteen year old James, Sirius and Remus have been thrown into an alternate, twisted dimension where the worlds of Reality and Harry Potter collide. Imagine all the insanity they can get into armed with a knowledge from the Books and Muggle technology—And still very mischievous minds—inside not only Hogwarts grounds, but the magical world.

Inspired by the infamous list of 586/807 things I'm not allowed to do at Hogwarts; going by Lexicon timeline; book publishing dates moved up; yaddayadda... Feel free to chime in with ideas and what-not along the way!

Remus – Teenager; Lupin – Adult

We'll start getting into the real fun from the list here soon, guys. I promise. I had been planning to do it here, when they finally got settled. But time got away from me and I'm heading off to a week long camp tomorrow. Didn't want to leave without giving you guys something, as I know it's been awhile. So, the one chapter is now becoming two. I promise I'll try to get the next one up before my next trip in July! And I promise it'll be something epic from the list..Maybe something to do with Harry's relatives, ey?

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter (J.K Rowling), or the List (kupika's Demonic_Angel and a multitude of others). I'm simply using them for my amusement and the amusement of others.

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Chapter IV

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"Wicked..." James, Sirius, and Remus had murmured that word all at once upon seeing the room beyond the door they had been led to.

Dumbledore chuckled softly and paced further into the room, waving a hand around, "Welcome, boys... To the Room of Requirement."

"I think I've read about this room before somewhere... It turns into whatever the user may need at the time, if that need is great enough, or you ask properly." Remus spoke up, looking around the spacey area.

"Like if you need to hide from someone, or something?" Sirius asked, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, "Why haven't we ever found it before?"

"Well, I think we have, Padfoot." James was frowning, "We probably just didn't think about it at the time."

Falling silent, the Marauders took a moment to better take stock of their new living space. The room was large and held three beds, all personalized to each of the teens.

One of the beds, a mahogany four-poster, was adorned with several big, plushy red pillows and matching sheets; Sirius immediately pounced on it with an exclamation of joy. The one directly beside it was slightly bigger with a bed frame carved of dark wood. The bedding was Quidditch-themed and had a hand made red quilt with gold trimming—A lion sewn into the center of it; James walked over and quietly flopped down onto it. The last one was the most simple, almost exactly the same as the beds in the dorms. It was just a might big larger, with a few extra plush pillows on it; Remus settled into the pillows quite happily.

Next to each bed was a table, and just opposite of them was a fireplace with a small sitting area before it. A couch sitting before a coffee table with two plush arm chairs on either side of the table. Set against the wall beside the fireplace was a great bookshelf. Then across the room was a dining table and small kitchen (Sirius snorted at the thought of using it). Off in a far corner of the room was a door that presumably led to a bathroom. All in all, it was a very cozy, comfortable looking living situation.

"So how long is this for? Could get used to it..." The Black heir stated happily, barely lifting his face from the pillows on his bed to speak.

The Headmaster smiled, chuckling softly before replying, "A day, maybe two. As I said, it will only be long enough for Remus to finish the arrangements for your summer."

"So we can't just stay here for the summer?" James seemed a bit bummed at that; he had been hoping to be able to roam the empty castle...

"Indeed not." And that was all that was to be said on the matter, it seemed, as Dumbledore turned for the door, "Do remember to call for the house elves if you are hungry. The Room of Requirement is capable of many things, but not even it can conjure up food. I suggest that you also get some rest."

With that, he was gone. The Marauders looked between themselves for a moment before shrugging. James pulled out the map in order to add the room to it while Remus wandered over to the book shelf, murmuring something before grabbing a fairly small looking book from it and sitting down to read. Sirius was content to simply snuggle into his pillows; even going so far as to shift into Padfoot on the spot and curl up in the midst of them. Each content to distract themselves from reality.

And that, dear friends, was how the trio spent the remainder of their first night away from home. Well, until James got bored and convinced an odd looking House Elf covered in hats and socks, Dobby, to bring them some fire whiskey. A few charms later, and they were happily drowning out their current situation.

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The next morning was unpleasant for all three teens. They had woken up with hellish hangovers, none of them having the strength to so much as move an inch or even really think of getting up. In fact, no movement was made for a long while into the day and up until noon had past. At which point Sirius, unable to fight against the ill feeling inside him any longer, launched from the bed and very basically scrambled the few steps (thank you, magic) from his bedside to the bathroom. There, he paid tribute to the porcelain god for a good five minutes before James joined him—A second toilet appearing just for the messy haired boy. Remus came soon after.

An hour later found the three of them sitting in the Hospital Wing, looking miserable. Madame Pomphrey was in the middle of an intensive lecture about not only underage drinking, but also responsible drinking, when the Headmaster, Lupin, and another wizard that none of the three could be bothered to try and recognize entered. Remus was slumped up dejectedly against Sirius who, in turn, was leaning into James; the messy haired boy was currently resting his head against the cool wall that the bed they had been forced upon was against.

"Honestly. If you insist on drinking, you might as well have the space of mind to not over do it." The Healer continued on, barely even acknowledging the three entered adults, "Alcohol poisoning is serious business—"

"Yes. Yes s'is." Sirius finally snapped, peeking an eye open to glare that the woman, "Now please stop bloodying lecturing? M'sure we've got point now."

"Pad, 'bloodying lecturing us' makes n'sense."

There were two groans from this, both James and Sirius seeing fit to growl out a sharp, "Shut up, Moon. No'ne cares." Had he not been struggling with the dragon that refused to release his head at the time, Remus would've smirked. Lupin did so for him.

Poppy, who had been frozen with rage for lack of a better term, regained her composure and straightened; administering a Pepper-Up potion to each of them. "Well, let this be a lesson to you—"

"Yeh. T'much Gryffindor Bravery s'bad." James piped up once he'd downed his in one shot, steam rolling from his ears.

"If all it takes is a hangover to get Gryffindors to admit that..." A cold drawl cut across the conversation, "Remind me to send Harry a bottle—"

"Now, Severus." Three head swiveled in that direction with the Headmaster's words, the Marauders immediately turning to look at each other in disbelief.

"They aren't just hangovers, Severus." Lupin informed the Potions Master, frowning in disapproval, "And I'll thank you to never encourage Harry into such drinking habits."

Then, suddenly, there was a yell and a crash as both James and Sirius turned and tackled Remus right off the bed. Landing with three groans on the floor, each tried to push back the nauseating feeling the movement brought up. Within seconds, Remus was pinned down by both of his friends, glaring up at them as they glared blearily right back. Sirius was panting, sitting resolutely on top of the young werewolf's legs while his hands and shoulders were pinned down by an equally exhausted looking James.

"You're first name bas's with Snivellus!" The messy haired boy hissed, looking intensely betrayed and leaning heavily on the arms under his hands. Remus blanched while the headmaster held up a hand to silence the enraged Potions Master before he could say anything.

"M'not!" The honey-brunette snapped, turning his head towards his older self, "He is!"

"He's you!" The Black heir accused, jerking slightly with a groan when his friend tried to kick out from under him.

"No, he's a different me. I'm me." Remus frowned before scoffing, "C'mon, Prongs. Y'know I'd never be first name bas's! Snape!"

There was a moment of silence where the three glared at each other before James sighed and slumped; falling forward so that his head was resting on the ground beside Remus', "Don't feel well 'nough to argue."

"m'either." Sirius mimicked the action, falling backwards to lay across his friend's legs on his back rather than sitting on them, "It hurts m'head to think about two moons. Pepper-Up gave too pepper.."

"Not 'nough up." The other two mumbled lifelessly.

Without a word, Lupin and Dumbledore pulled out their wands and levitated the three teens onto separate beds. Severus sniffed, let the Headmaster know that it would take awhile to brew the potion needed to cure alcohol poisoning, and promptly left the Wing. All of the Marauders watched him go silently, brows furrowed. Had he said he was going to brew the potion to cure them? Snivellus was going to cure them? Sirius seemed to see the dangers of this first, and tried to shoot to a sitting position. He only managed halfway though before groaning and sinking back into a lay.

"I'm not taking from him." James managed to speak up for them all, curled up on his side, "He's poison."

"You've already poisoned yourself, Mister Potter." Dumbledore informed him sullenly, somehow managing to pick up on what the teen had meant, "I trust Severus will not seek any retribution towards you in the form of further harm."

"You're around." Sirius muttered as Madame Pomphrey came out of her office, carrying a tray and administering them each small doses of dreamless sleep, "But...who's...after.."

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They slept away most of the day, only waking to grudgingly drink the potions that Snape brought. Each one seemed to taste more horrible than the next, but they couldn't complain. After all, it seemed that with each one the symptoms of the alcohol poisoning went away a bit more. As night neared, Sirius was starting to feel warmer than he had the entire day and Remus finally stopped throwing up everything that passed through his lips. James somehow managed to sleep through the entire day. He woke up right before dinner with a healthy appetite and no signs that he had even had alcohol poisoning.

Thus, he got the be the first one drilled thoroughly about good drinking habits. And then questioned as to what, exactly, they had been drinking the night before to do this in the first place. That one was easy to answer, and James retrieved his wand, pointing it towards the door and muttering a summoning charm around his meal. Within seconds, several empty bottles labeled 'Gryffindor Bravery' with decorative pictures and all, flew into the room and landed in a pile in front of the teen. He gestured to them pointedly.

"What in the world..." Madame Pomphrey stared at the pile, at a total loss for what to say.

Lupin seemed to understand after a moment of examining the bottles, and frowned, "James, please tell me you didn't..."

"Well, when we got settled in last night...The situation just sort of seemed to hit home." The messy haired boy shrugged, "So I got an idea and decided that all we needed was some Gryffindor bravery..."

"James, Gryffindor courage does not come in bottles labeled fire whiskey!" The adult Marauder scolded, looking a bit put out.

"Of course not! They don't say fire whiskey, they say 'Gryffindor Bravery'." The teen argued, pointing at the pile and snorting, "Do you really think you would've let us drink fire whiskey?"

"James..."

"Charming the label to give a different name does not change the fact, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore cut in calmly, a small frown, "No matter how much you would like to think otherwise."

"Sure it does." James replied, nodding towards his friends, "It does a wonderful job of ridding us of those ruddy worries. Back home, we'd always take a shot right before a particularly risky prank."

The adults looked between each other in exasperation, sighing. Thankfully, the subject was dropped as Snape returned with a last dose of potions for the trio. James very reluctantly took his, glowering and grimacing at the Potions Master the entire time. He could swear that they weren't really potions, but fish oil. Disgusting and yet, he somehow felt better. The nausea that had been returning after his meal ebbed away, and the teen let out a sigh he wasn't aware he'd been holding in. Of course, he gratefully accepted the goblet of pumpkin juice offered to wash the taste out of his mouth.

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"You got us a place to stay?" Remus repeated in surprise, sitting in the middle of the Room of Requirement with a few books littered around him. He seemed to be taking notes, despite the fact that they were obviously works of Muggle fiction.

"That was quick." James muttered, not looking up from the game of Exploding Snap he and Sirius were immersed in.

"How long were we out of it, again?" The Black heir asked idly, glancing up and being immediately rewarded when a pair of cards exploded in his face. Coughing, he wiped the soot off and glared at his best mate, "Shut it, Prongs..."

The trio had spent an entirety of two days in the Hospital Wing. They had, of course, been completely recovered the first day but Poppy had wanted to keep them for other reasons. Each of the boys had received a thorough check up, much to their displeasure. At the end of the entire ordeal they were quite happy to return to their make-shift space and forget about it. The next day, after breakfast, the Headmaster and Lupin had come to them claiming preparations to be finished for their summer lodgings. Of course, they were a bit caught off guard that it had been handled so quickly—At least, James and Sirius were; Remus was simply smug as he continued to take notes on his reading.

"Indeed." Dumbledore only responded to the first two responses, smiling in amusement, "We were able to secure a small home in Surrey. The family that previously lived there recently came into a lot of money, and sold it to us fully furnished."

"Brilliant." James grinned, straightening up, "When do we leave?"

"...Did you say Surrey?" Remus asked, looking from his books and notes back to Dumbledore. When the Headmaster nodded, he went on to ask, "Where in Surrey?"

"Little Whinging. Number Six Privet Drive, to be exact." Nodding slowly, the honey-brunette returned to his books quietly, but no longer seemed to be reading them. "You will be residing there by yourselves for the majority of the time. However, you will find that I will be sending some friends to check in on you every other day."

Sirius, who had perked at the thought of living alone, promptly deflated. What sort of fun would it be if they were being watched and examined every other day? That was like your parents telling you they were going away for the weekend and then they wind up calling every ten minutes. Only, this would probably be worse. They wouldn't know when these 'friends' would be popping up, most likely, and that increased the chances of being caught. Very boring prospect, it seemed.

"I must ask that you refrain from using your magic, as it is a Muggle neighborhood." All three teens exchanged a look, each highly doubting that they would refrain from anything now that they knew their magic was untraceable. "You will find that you're not the only Hogwarts students living on Private Drive. There is one other who I'm sure will be glad of your presence, should you choose to reveal yourselves to him."

This raised up many questions from the trio, but each were silently deflected as Lupin conjured a watch, "There are trunks with proper muggle and wizard wardrobes for each of you in the house."

They went on to explain that the strange house elf from the night before would be around the house if they needed anything. For some reason, Lupin pointed out that he had a fondness for socks and a slew of other useless facts. All said and done an hour later the trio stood outside their new, temporary home with only a bare understanding of things. James knew that their magic was untraceable, but also that there were strict laws surrounding exposing Muggles to the magical world. Sirius and he had never really done a great job of that to begin with, but they had promised to be careful. Remus' only concerns had been locations of places like the library, grocer, and park. Sirius? Well...He was still too busy pouting over being dropped in on every other day to really care.

"Well, we're not getting anywhere just standing here." James muttered finally, looking around the rather boring street and frowning at the heads peeking out of doors and windows before heading towards the house. "Let's get out of sight."

"I couldn't agree more." Glancing around the street as well, Sirius flashed everyone a bright, charming smile before darting towards the door and inside the house with the other. Remus, book bag packed and nose stuck in a book, followed along behind at a slower pace.

"Well...It's certainly..." The Black heir murmured as he walked through the hall to the dining room, following it through to a sitting room, then finally a kitchen.

"Cosy." James supplied, having already found the kitchen and examining the number of strange appliances that were present, "I'm not quite sure what any of this is...What else is supposed to be here?"

"Dumbledore said there were four rooms upstairs, and a bathroom." Remus recalled, "But I'm not sure about any of those things. I suppose we should stay away from the electronics until we get a better grasp on the fact that we're twenty one years into the future."

"Yeah. Maybe you should work on that, Moony. So we don't kill ourselves." Sirius muttered, eyeing the appliances warily now as well.

"Or we can just store them away and do things the good ol'fashion wizard way." Grinning, James whipped out his wand and waved it at the unknown items, causing them to shoot away and store themselves in an empty cupboard.

"James...You know we can't—"

"Sure we can. After all, this is our home now. The Muggles don't know what goes and as long as we keep it dull enough to not raise suspicion on first glance inside the house, I think we'll do fine." The messy haired teen shrugged at the disapproving look from the honey brunette, grinning. "Muggles rarely see what's directly under their nose, anyways. Only what they want to see."

"Yeah. We'll just put our glamouring skills to work and make the Muggles see an ordinary, non-magical home." Sirius had already pulled out his wand and was transfiguring the kitchen into something more roomy and appropriate to their likings, "Isn't there a basement here, too? We can get familiar with those Weasley products down there, I bet."

"Definitely. By the time term rolls around, I bet we'll be more than ready to dive into the future of our pranking and education." That, at least, earned a wary grin from Remus; one that James was all too eager to return, "Come on, Moony. Put down the books and help us personalize this place."

"...Alright, then. I'll handle the glamours and set up some basic wards. You two make this place more comfortable." Ignoring the cheers from his friends, the bookworm closed his reading material and put it into his bag before making his way to the back yard and garden. A moment later he called back, "Oi! There's a green house back here!"

"Wicked!" James called back, laughing as he turned to Sirius, "I'll handle things down here. You take the bedrooms, Padfoot."

"You got it." Spinning on his heel, Sirius sprinted out of the kitchen and could be heard running up the stairs in the hall.

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"Done!" James sank with a happy sigh into one of the plush red arm chairs he had transfigured in the sitting room, propping his feet up on the matching foot rest. Glancing around, he grinned at the room before him, "Merlin, I am so good."

The messy haired teen had taken it upon himself to turn the downstairs into something with a nice, welcoming Gryffindor theme. It had started with the kitchen; the thing needing the least changing. He'd hidden the appliances away safely and brought out the more hands-on cooking tools before moving onto the dining room. Again, not much to change. Changed the place mats to red with golden trimmings, made the chairs more comfortable and headed to the living room. That was where it had gotten tricky. There was a nice fireplace already, but only one stingy arm chair and a lumpy couch in front of a short, ugly looking coffee table; facing what he assumed was an oversized, incomplete telly. Off to the side, a small unstable book rack.

To start, he had stashed the telly and a radio (he was glad to recognize something) into a cupboard under the stairs. James had made sure to magically enlarge the inside of it so it would hold everything without damaging them. Next, he separated and transfigured the couch into three nice, plush red arm chairs similar to the ones in the Gryffindor common room then lengthened and transformed the stingy arm chair into a long, comfy couch. The coffee table was quickly divided into several different pieces from which he made three foot rests for the arm chairs; a new and improved mahogany coffee table with a fruit bowl and elegant designs; a smaller table to place a chess set on, along with another set of chairs on either side of it where the telly had been, and firewood. The book rack was turned into a large mahogany book shelf which looked a bit sad being empty, but the messy haired teen was sure that Remus would fix that very soon. The windows were enlarged a bit and given window seats, with crimson drapes. A mixture of the common room and dorms back at Hogwarts, and very welcoming.

Sirius came down the stairs and entered the sitting room with a grin on his face, "Rooms are done. Got some help from the Room of Requirement for the beds, but for the most part I thought to just mimic your room for you, mesh both of ours together for mine, and pulled inspiration from the dorm and his personality for Moony."

"...I think I followed that." James quirked an eyebrow, smiling, "You meshed our old room themes together as inspiration for your room?"

"Yeap. I liked those posters, you know."

"I'm sure you did." Remus entered the room, letting out a low whistle as he looked around, "Brilliant job, Prongs. Feels much more like home, now."

"I know, right? There wasn't much to work with, but I managed it without having to conjure anything." Completely smug, the messy haired teen leaned back in his arm chair, arms behind his head, "I even made a nice roomy bookshelf for you to fill up. Anyway, you finish with the glamour and wards?"

"Yes. Couldn't do much over such a big space, but they're up." Sighing softly, the young werewolf let himself sink into one of the arm chairs as well while Sirius spread out on the couch.

"Awesome, Prongs and I can strengthen them before we head out to see the neighborhood."

"Yeah. But first..." James frowned at the empty mantle place, "It's sorta missing something. Something distinctly Marauder."

The other two hummed in agreement, looking around the room thoughtfully before Remus suddenly straightened, "Oi, I've got an idea. Accio bookbag."

As his bag came flying into view, the teen caught it deftly and began rummaging through the contents. Rather confused, the two dark haired Marauders watched as their friend pulled out a thick looking binder. Holding up a hand, he silenced any questions or protests and proceeded to flip the book open to the first page. Immediately, the confusion was ended and James and Sirius both exclaimed in triumph and shot to a stand.

There, spelled carefully to the very first page of the binder-book, was a picture of four laughing First Years sitting around a deck of Exploding Snap. An eleven year old Remus was covered in soot, as was a young Sirius. James was grinning triumphantly and as they looked on, he reached over to grab Peter and pull him in for an excited victory hug while the other two future Marauders playfully shoved each other all the while grinning for James' father, who had taken the photo.

"Geeze, I'd forgotten about the scrapbook...That was our first Christmas together." Sirius muttered, moving closer and perching on the arm of the chair to stair at the picture.

"I remember, we spend the last part of the holiday at my parent's house because the boy dorms were...Well, you guys remember." A faint grin came over the young Potter's expression, "Our first prank gone horribly wrong."

"Ah...Those were the days. Something new was waiting for us around every corner." Sighing wistfully, the long haired teen took the scrape book and proceed to flip through it. He stopped near the middle of the book, "Ahhh! I remember this picture, we convinced Evans to take a picture of us on our first trip to Hogsmeade!"

James leaned over to take a look and grinned, "Let's frame some of these and spread them around. It'll be nice to look at them, if we do wind up stuck here for awhile."

Or forever. All three of them thought it, but no one saw fit to say the words out loud. So, five minutes later they had spread out a handful of framed photos around the room. Not much longer after that, the two dark haired teens had strengthened the wards and all three of them were setting out to explore the neighborhood.

TBC