A/N: this has to be the stupidest/best thing I ever wrote. Enjoy this weird and messed up chapter where Sirius gets brain damage as well as other injuries. Why are all these kids so shocked that people read about werewolves?

James Potter was on a mission. As he swaggered quickly down the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he felt compelled to wear muggle shades just to emphasize how big a mission this mission was. He considered even having two bodyguards stalking behind him, both in shades as well, just a cool guy posse on a cool guy mission. Unfortunately he had to settle for Peter Pettigrew, who was not a bodyguard nor did he have shades on. Of course, in place of shades, he had his perfectly (yet boringly) normal pair of eyeglasses. Sacrifices must be made, I suppose, he thought glumly to himself as he and Peter reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common rooms. He muttered the password ("scary spiders") to the Fat Lady and went on inside, the pudgy rat-like boy in his shadow. From there, the boy approached a shaggy haired rebel by the name of Sirius Black, who was enjoying a book.

"Sirius Black," James started. "I regret to inform you that hanging out with you and Remus has begun to suck dragon balls." Sirius made a face and put down his book on werewolves.

"I love you guys too." He said sarcastically. "So are you finally agreeing with me that Remus is a total prat and should be dismissed from our group of merry Gryffindor men?" he propped his feet up on the couch he was sitting on, stretching and yawning. James growled and pulled the boy off the couch

"Nope, now get off your arse, Sirius." He said, pulling the kicking and screaming Sirius off the couch by the foot. "Me and Peter need to show you something." People all around the common room grumbled and told the boys all to shut up, their pleas were largely ignored. James dragged Sirius up to their dorms, not caring that his head hit each and every step with a painful thunk. Before catching up, Peter grabbed Sirius' book, looking at it with faint interest.

"Why werewolves?" he asked himself, crinkling his nose. He pocketed the book and ran after the two other boys. Together, they made it to the dorm rooms. James settled on his four-poster, dropping the potentially brain damaged Sirius on the floor next to him. Peter sat up on the window sill.

"Peter… the package." James said. Peter nodded and got up, opening his trunk and sifting through the rubbish and food items he stored in there before pulling up a (now greasy) package. James crinkled his nose as Peter handed it to him.

"Here you go." Peter said, rubbing his hands on his pants. James deadpanned the chubby boy, placing the package on his lap and making a mental note not to give Peter anything for safekeeping. Sirius groaned, rubbing his head and looking up at James

"What is that?" he asked, wincing from just talking. James opened the package, pulling out various photos, each one of them moving. Of course none of the boys were shocked by this. James brandished the photos in front of Sirius.

"This," he began, holding a photo of the first year versions of Remus and Sirius together, smiling and waving. "This is the picture of friendship, pure friendship to the core." He dropped the photo on top of Sirius' head, pulling out another of the two boys holding muggle water pistols, hiding behind Hagrid's hut. The shaggy haired rebel groaned and moved the first picture off his face, only to have his eyes covered by another one.

"James… stop…." He mumbled, looking at the second picture. James pulled out yet another, Remus and Sirius at the Quidditch world cup, holding broomsticks. "Stop it!" Sirius shakily stood up. James shook his head.

"Nope, not until you admit that there was a time when you considered Remus J. Lupin the best, most awesome person in the world." The glasses wearing marauder said. He floated over another photo of Remus wrestling Sirius over a pint of butterbeer with his wand, which Sirius pushed out of the way.

"Fine okay! Remus used to not a prat!" James hexed Sirius, making him fall on his face.

"Not what I was asking for." James said simply, Peter began picking up the various photos.

"I used to be friends with Remus J. Lupin, will you please let me go!" Sirius cried, kicking the floor and on the verge of a tantrum. James shook his head.

"Now admit that you miss said friend and would like to repair said friendship." Potter replied while picking at his nails, Peter gave James the pictures, which he took graciously.

"I… I do miss Remus… and I do want to… r-repair the friendship… or something." Sirius mumbled. James hexed Sirius again, aiming for his rear end, which Sirius grabbing, howling.

"Louder."

"Dammit James I just told yo- OW!"

"Louder."

Sirius sighed "I miss Remus and want to repair the friendship!" James smiled, walking to the door.

"Come Peter, our work is done." He said. Peter trailed behind him obediently; James dropped the photos on Remus' four-poster before leaving. Sirius glared at both of them.

"So help me Merlin, James Potter, I WILL KILL YOU SOMEDAY!" Sirius huffed, burying his face into the floor just as Remus Lupin walked in, carrying his book.

"Um… am I intruding?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and turning to leave, Sirius stumbled up, startled by the new voice.

"Ahh, nope you're fine!" he said before realizing that it was Remus talking. "Oh… I mean…"

"What were those two idiots even laughing about?" Remus asked, pretending to not even hear Sirius. "I don't think James is a good influence on Peter."

"Morons of a feather." Sirius muttered, brushing himself off and walking over to his bed. Remus snorted, looking down at his own and picking up the photos.

"What are these…?" Sirius shrugged, not looking up and wondering why Remus was even bothering talking to him. Remus looked through the pictures, chortling. "Where did these even come from? We both look like complete assholes." Sirius finally looked up, biting his lip when he saw that Remus was looking at the pictures.

"I suppose so." Sirius said. He got fully up on his bed, still holding his bum. Remus looked over, turning a slight shade of red.

"Listen, Sirius. I think I was being-"

"Remmy, this stupid fight has gone on too-"

They both looked away, coughing, and then looked back at each other. The rebel started laughing "You first I guess." Remus nodded.

"I was being too harsh on you. You were just venting about… some chick, what was her name?" Remus asked. Sirius snorted again.

"It was the face that was most memorable. Not in the good way either." Sirius replied. They both gave an awkward laugh. Sirius smiled, hobbling over to Remus.

"And I'm sorry for being a selfish prat. I guess birds aren't all too interesting anyway." He held out his hand, which the lycanthrope just looked at, confused. "Remmy… shake the hand…" Remus blinked before understanding, chuckling dryly and shaking the rebel's hand. From behind the door to the room, James was peeking through the keyhole while Peter looked through the crack under the door.

"Merlin, they're so easy to manipulate…" James muttered. Peter looked up in disbelief.

"James, ever thought the sorting hat… maybe put you in the wrong house? You sound like a Slytherin right now." James glared at the tubby boy, smacking him on the head.

"I did this… out of the kindness of my heart! Yeah! And I did it bravely or something… shut up Peter!" James fumbled over his words, Pater started laughing. He winced when he felt something jab him in his thigh, pulling the book he took out of his pocket.

"Oh yeah, this." The blonde boy said, James looked at it and blinked. Peter shrugged, walking down to the common room the put it back where Remus left it.

It was a chilly December, and the snow refused to stop falling. Lily Evans gritted her teeth, walking through it on to Hogsmeade. She was to meet Severus Snape at the Three Broomsticks today, and didn't want to be late. Though getting to meet up with her friend seemed almost impossible to the third year. Visibility was next to nothing, and the snow was beginning to almost bury her. She stopped short, catching her breath. Behind her were two boys who looked up to no good. Sirius snickered, holding up his water pistol while Remus rolled his eyes.

"Why can't we just use our wands? I know a handy charm that spurts out water and would have more of an attack than these muggle instruments, not to mention more power-" Sirius hushed him.

"Nope, water pistols are cooler. On the count of three we shoot. One… two…"

A/N: nope, Chuck Testa. God, I think I should stop making these two experience pain on behalf of their friends. At least Remus is about to get revenge. Poor Lily, she's already an ice cube! Bad marauders! I thought you were the good one, Remmy. Anyway, so concludes this… extremely weird chapter, I must admit. I have no clue what I was thinking while writing this.

Should stop reading yaoi. It's messing up my brain.

Anyway, goddamn this is only 1,500 words? THIS FELT LONGER. WHY BRAIN, WHY? longer chapter later.