Disclaimer: JK is the genius behind Harry Potter.
All characters in this story are hers.
“You know Padfoot, for a dead guy, I have a lot to
think about,” James Potter said to his best friend, as they lounged around in
the land of the dead.
They were in a lounge-like area, decorated in
Gryffindor colors, of course. James was sprawled over a large comfy chair that
would have fit right in with the Gryffindor common room. Padfoot was on the
floor, in a position very much like his Animagus form. In fact, had he wanted
to transform, his head would have been on big black paws instead of his arms.
“Do you Prongs? I haven’t noticed. What is on your
mind?” Sirius Black replied, rolling to look up at his friend from his back.
“Well, first there is that revenge
thing for Peter. Truthfully, I don’t know if he would make a good ghost. Where
would he haunt? Then there is that joke that the twins want to honour us with,
but I guess you can help me with that. Also, we really haven’t gone to visit
any one recently. I tried Dumbledore two nights ago, but he is going to take a
little to get through to.”
“Most definitely, that is a lot to think about for a
dead guy,” Sirius commented as he sat up, looking ready to do battle with some
of these thoughts. “I tried Dumbledore three nights ago, and didn’t get
through. Might have to try with both of us, or ask Lily to help. Then there is
the twins project. I have had a few thought but haven’t really come up with
anything solid. Like something with my motorbike and your broomstick, but I
don’t know what for Moony. He hates to fly, unless he absolutely has to. There
is the Whomping Willow, but we really don’t want the students at Hogwarts to
know there is a passage under there. As for Peter, he will probably be afraid
of death and turn into a ghost like you told Harry. In which case, it should be
made possible for him to never be able to leave Myrtle’s stall.”
“One would almost pity Myrtle,
Sirius,” Lily Potter said, as she wandered over to see what her husband and
friend were up to. Their thinking in life or death usually had interesting
consequences. James’s chair expanded a little for Lily to join him at his seat.
“What are you two contemplating so seriously?”
“I contemplate everything
siriusly.” Sirius replied flashing a smile at Lily while James groaned.
“That joke is really old Padfoot. It died before you
did,” James informed him. “And I think Myrtle and Wormtail would make a very
“He wouldn’t come out of the stalls
for shame of someone finding him in the girls’ lavatory. So there is one of
your ponderings taken care of.”
“What else were you pondering?” Lily asked as the
seat shrank again; James had gotten up to pace.
“We are trying to come up with
something for the twins to make to honor the Marauders by, but we really haven’t
had much luck. Then there is also trying to talk to Dumbledore, we have both
“With no such luck?” Lily asked.
“Exactly, so we may have to try
together or have all three of us go at it,” James responded. “What about a
“What about a painting?” Sirius
repeated, looking at James like he had gone nutters.
“It could be a painting of sorts,
with a Grim-like dog, a werewolf and a stag.”
“Who could talk?” Sirius asked,
looking a little excited. “There would be no way to record my voice but Harry
sounds an awful lot like you.”
“Why would they have to be our
voices? Most of the students would probably recognize Moony’s anyway. We still
need to have some form of secrecy.”
“True, true; so we leave the voices
up to the twins. What else? It wouldn’t be any fun to sleep while bored, like
“Sirius, normal paintings do not
move,” Lily interjected. “Magical painting move, talk and sleep.”
“Minor technicality,” Sirius
replied, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand. He too stood to think
a little, and his pillows disappeared to give him enough space. “Well, guess we
can have Moony sleeping. He does like to do that, especially with the potion.
But what about us?”
“Wrestling? That was always fun,”
“Your horns always would get in the
way. Just like your slightly inflated head.”
“Slightly inflated? Well, I guess
by seventh year it was only slightly inflated,” Lily commented, with a smile.
“Thank you, love,” James replied
with a sweeping bow. “So what are these animals going to say?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Could have Harry
loan the map to the twins and have them insult it. That would give them a few
ideas,” Sirius suggested.
“What a brilliant idea,” James said with sarcasm.
“All they would be told was to bugger off, stop being a nosy git, and other
“Like an idiot, or ugly, or rude
comments about their facial features,” Lily said, trying to keep a straight
“Mr. Moony got it right when he
said he had an abnormally large nose.”
“What are you two talking about?”
Sirius asked, looking a little confused.
“In Harry’s third year, he snuck
into Hogsmeade using the map and cloak. Malfoy stepped on the cloak, pulling it
off Harry’s head,” James started to explain.
Sirius, thinking that it would be a
long story, plopped back down on the floor. His pillows reappeared for him
“Since Harry wasn’t allowed to be in Hogsmeade,
Malfoy ran straight back to the castle. You can probably guess which professor
he ran to report it to, too,” Lily added. “So Snape caught up with Harry, and
made him turn out his pockets. One of the things was the map, cleared, and
Snape wanted to know what it was.”
“Harry wouldn’t tell, but stopped
Snape from burning it. In his amazing brilliance, he ordered the map to yield
its information to him, as he was the master of the school.”
At this point James had to stop,
since Sirius was rolling on the floor with laughter. Lily was looking slightly
amused, whether from the memory or Sirius, James didn’t know.
“So the map thoroughly insulted
Snape?” Sirius asked when he regained his composure and sat back up. “That is
too good. Do you remember exactly what we said?”
“Well, Moony presented his
compliments to Professor Snape and begged him to keep his abnormally large nose
out of people’s business,” James responded with a small smile on his lips.
“Mr. Prongs agreed with Moony and
added that Snape was an ugly git,” Lily continued as Sirius’s grin grew and
James fought harder with his.
“Mr. Padfoot registered amazement that an idiot like
Snape ever became a professor,” James followed up, giving up completely on
fighting his grin. Sirius was holding in his laughter.
“And finally, Mr. Wormtail told
Snape to have a good day and wash his hair, the slimeball,” Lily finished.
When they finished Sirius broke
into laughter again, with James and Lily joining in. When they had gotten
control of themselves, Sirius looked thoughtful again.
“We could have Ginny talk to the
map,” Sirius suggested.
“I don’t even want to see those
replies,” Lily muttered.
“Moony insisted it be taught to be
polite to the ladies,” James informed his wife. “We would give very flattering
complements to her. I am sure the twins can come up with sayings. ”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Sirius, replied.
“So all we have to do is give them the basic information.”
“And how are you two proposing to
do that?” Lily asked.
“Easy, I go visit Fred and Padfoot
visits George,” James replied.
“How will they know to get the
“They have seen me,” Sirius
started. “And, well, there are pictures of werewolves, so there is Moony, and
Prongs is a white stag with hazel eyes and antlers that make a full rack and
“Right, sounds like we have it
down. When do we want to go, Padfoot?” James asked.
“Could go now, I think it is night
“All right, let’s go.”
With that, James and Sirius
disappeared from Lily’s sight.
“Boys, they never really change do
they,” Lily muttered to herself as she went off to find her mother-in-law to
commiserate about Potter men.
what is this place? Is anyone here?” Fred called out in the dark, as he found
himself in a new place. “I was definitely not here before.”
I don’t think you were ever here before,” James said, coming into Fred’s view.
mouth just hung open as he realized that the man in front of him was not Harry,
like he first thought, but James Potter.
“Am I dead?”
this is the communication area between the land of the living and the land of
the dead. Ron said you were needing some ideas for your joke shop.”
been to see Ron?” Fred was having a hard time comprehending this.
Harry, Moony, tried Dumbledore, but haven’t been able to get through to him.
Padfoot is off in George’s head.”
“Weird, what is
this place?” George asked, looking around his new surroundings.
area,” Sirius answered, making George jump. “Don’t worry, you are not dead.
This is just a bridge between the living and the land of the dead.”
George replied, as he sat down. “So why did you come to see me?”
straws, James got Fred. We have a new product for your shop.”
“So what is
your idea?” Fred was asking, after getting enough information about these
visits, to be satisfied that he wasn’t dead. James had drawn up chairs so they
were not sitting on the floor.
it is sort of like a painting,” James started to explain. “With three animals.
A werewolf, a stag and a dog.”
painting with Moony, Padfoot and Prongs,” Fred repeated, sounding a little
skeptic. “What will be so special about the painting?”
“Like any normal
Wizarding painting, the occupants will be able to move. Padfoot and Prongs had,
still have, a tendency to wrestle a lot. Moony can just sleep when he gets
bored, of course. They talk, to the passersby too,” Sirius was explaining to
George, as they were sprawled on the floor of their conversation area.
do they say?” George asked, liking the idea.
rude things to Snape.”
I wouldn’t have anything less.”
could do a really good wolfish whistle, when drunk. He would never do that sort
of thing when sober. So to the ladies, they are complete flatterers, that
includes Ginny and your mum.”
“Do we have to?”
George asked with a little whine.
“Yes, don’t want
you to get into too much trouble. But they can give Percy all the crap in the
world. And rag on Bill and Charlie. But be nice to Harry, that is the important
“So what do
these animals look like?” Fred asked, having finally warmed up to the idea.
know what Padfoot looks like. A Grim with deep, dark eyes; but they have a VERY
mischievous gleam to them. Never trust his innocent eyes,” James replied,
relaxing a little now that Fred wasn’t so suspicious.
there are picture of werewolves. So Moony shouldn’t be too hard.”
According to Sirius, I was white and kept my hazel eyes.”
the prongs part?”
what Lily called a full rack. Whatever that means.”
“Must be a
Muggle term. So you are just giving us the basics?”
it is your invention. We are just getting the wheels turning. Like with the
“You thought of
the Harry Hair? Bill was a perfect person to test it on,” George was saying.
“Yup, thought it
up when we were visiting with Ron. Have you worked out something with the
before bed. I plan to try it on Fred in the morning. After he has combed, but
before Angelina comes over.”
“That should be
good. Bill was very funny to see with that mop of hair. It was also good to see
“When we evaluated
later, it was decided to be a success. Getting Harry to laugh is more important
then getting the product right the first time.”
“So you think
you two can get this thing to work?” James asked.
“Oh sure, no
problem. And we’ll definitely see if we can get Harry to have Bill try to
activate the map,” Fred replied with a grin that reminded James very much of
Sirius when plotting something particularly nasty yet very enjoyable.
“Right then, I
should let you get back to sleep. You will need your rest for tomorrow.”
“Well, it was nice
to see you Sirius. Keep James out of trouble,” George said, shaking Sirius’s
“I’ll try, but
that is usually Lily’s job. And I would hate to take it away from her,” Sirius
replied with a smile. “We’ll be watching occasionally to see how things are
“Then will I see
you again? At some point in time?”
“Oh yeah, nothing
better to do when you are dead then think up jokes for Harry’s joke shop.”
Sirius replied with a grin as he faded out of view.
“So that is done, right Prongs?” Sirius asked James
when they had both gotten back to the land of the dead. Again they were in
their Gryffindor lounge, standing there looking at each other. Going to talk
was not a problem, but coming back could make them dizzy.
“That is that. Should be interesting to see how they
pull it off.”
“It most definitely will,” came Sirius’s reply as he
was moving a little ways from James.
With a small pop, a giant black dog was in his place
getting ready to knock James over. James was two steps ahead and was
transforming to a stag before Sirius could get into a crouched position. When
the dog attacked, the stag was ready. The following wrestling match was
entertaining, for the participants and Lily who didn’t have the heart to break
As Fred resigned to having Harry Hair for the next
eight hours, he and George compared notes from the conversations they had had
with James and Sirius. Slowly they fit the pieces together and the basics for
The Marauder’s Memorial was assembled.
AN: Thanks to Silver Phoenix for beta-ing and
potions gurl for allowing me to bounce ideas off of.