The Marauders Revealed

The twins come over for breakfast one morning. Some stuff happens and one thing leads to another, revealing the true identities of the Marauders...

(One-shot sequel to "A Christmas Miracle")

Marauders Revealed

One morning, on the 22nd December 1998, Harry, James, Remus and the twins sat at the kitchen table of Grimmauld place. The girls - Lily, Tonks and Hermione, had gone shopping for the morning, and Sirius was still in bed.

The five of them were all busy with different things - Remus was reading the news, James was watching Harry absentmindedly as he, Harry, discussed how the twin’s business was fairing.

Their peaceful morning was interrupted, however, by a high-pitched shriek from upstairs. James snorted, knowing there could be only one culprit.

“Prongs! What did you do to my hair!”

Sirius came racing down the stairs, a panicked, yet furious, expression on his face. His hair was bright blue, and shaved on the sides, leaving only a section of it in the middle.

‘Prongs’ put on his most innocent expression, “Why, Padfoot, I solemnly swear I did nothing to your hair.”

Internally, he was laughing his head off, knowing just how much Sirius prided himself on his looks - especially his hair.

He, however, failed to notice the satisfied smirk Remus and Harry shared.

Sirius continued on frantically, “I don’t believe you!” If it wasn’t you, then who was it? Harry’s not one to prank someone, and it’s not Remus’ style.”

The werewolf shrugged, smirking, “No, but it is Midnight’s”

Prongs and Padfoot stared at him, uncomprehendingly, “Who?”

“Midnight. You know, the newest Marauder? I could have sworn we had a discussion about this the other night.”

“Mooney, wasn’t that the one where they got stoned?”

“Oh, yeah. That explains it.”

Meanwhile, throughout their conversation, the Twins’ eyes were gradually getting wider and wider as their jaws dropped open. Had they heard correctly? Prongs? Padfoot? Moony? The Marauders?

Harry, by this point, had started silently shaking with laughter. Remus was thoroughly enjoying himself as, while James and Sirius had indeed gotten drunk a few nights ago, there had been no discussion of a new Marauder. At least, not one that had been a part of.

Deciding to put an end to their confusion, Harry grinned, “Maybe this will explain a few things.”

A second later, where he had been sitting, a great, black Alsatian stood in his place.

Everyone, sans Remus, who was grinning, went dead-still, and blinked a few times. Then, James broke into a smirk and started laughing, “Now that’s a good one!”

Harry changed back, leaning lazily back in his seat and grinning.

Sirius blinked at him again, “That was you?”

Harry nodded.

“You’re an animagus?”

He nodded again.

“You’re a dog?”

His godson rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.

“See, Prongs, I knew he’d take after me!”

“Wait! Hold on, hold on,” George interrupted.

“Are you telling us…”

“…that you three…”

“…and Harry here…”

“…are the Marauders?”

“The greatest pranksters of all time?”

“Our inspirations?”

“Our role-models?”

“Prongs, Padfoot and Moony, at your service,” James smiled, pointing to each in turn, “And apparently that’s Midnight over there.” He pointed to Harry.

The red-heads were stunned.

Harry rolled his eyes.

“They gave me the map in third year,” he explained.

Sirius’ eyes lit up, “Well, we’ll have to test them then, won’t we?”

The twins grinned at the feral look they received from all four Marauders.

“Prank war!”

…::-::…

When Lily, Hermione and Tonks arrived home, they entered a war zone.

The twins were huddled behind one of the sofas, which had been pushed over to provide better protection. The Marauders were split up into two teams, with James and Harry hiding behind the kitchen table and Remus and Sirius behind the other sofa. There were splashes of various substances on the walls, burn marks on the floor, and all of their robes had been torn and stained.

The girls took one look at the scene, and slowly backed out of the door, deciding it would be better for their health to retreat out to lunch.

They’d come back later.

…::-::…

When they arrived back later that evening, they found people passed out in various places.

James, as Prongs, was curled up in front of the fire. Remus was sprawled on the floor, Sirius had his head on Remus, using him as a pillow, and Harry lay with his mouth open, upside down on the sofa. The twins were both in foetal positions on the other side of the room, hidden behind a group of chairs.

Lily, Tonks and Hermione took the scene in, and got identical devilish grins on their faces. With one shared look, they each split up and went in different directions. Lily went to floo Molly and told her that the twins were staying at their place for the night, while Tonks and Hermione collected supplies.

Revenge would be sweet.

…::-::…

Harry woke up with a groan. Due to the way he had slept, he was completely stiff, his mouth was dry, and his throat was burning from inhaling whatever gas the twins had used on them last night.

Slowly, he righted himself and stretch carefully, yawning.

Remus was still on the floor, as were Fred and George. He couldn’t see his dad or Sirius anywhere.

Although there was a stag stretching lazily behind the couch…

It was then that he noticed it. Something felt different. He patted himself over, trying to work out what it was. He tried to run his hand through his hair, but stopped. His hair had grown quite a lot since the previous night, and had been tied up, with a pigtail on each side of his head. Sighing he took out his wand and set it back to rights.

Little did he know that Hermione had a photo for blackmail material…

Then, there was a shrill scream from upstairs.

“Harry, what did you do to my hair?!” Sirius shrieked.

His godson rolled his eyes. ‘Not again.’