Return Of The Father (Harry Potter fanfiction) **COMPLETED**

:: Chapter 29: Never too old to be a marauder ::

"-always, a true marauder." finished Remus, with another small smile. He then properly grinned, anticipation washing away his feeling of uneasiness.

"Now," said Sirius, his eyes glinting with a mischief which had been absent for the past fourteen years. "we start."

The three of them had sat late into the night, getting every detail right and triple checking the spells. James had brought out the idea casually last night, as the three of them sat with bottles of firewhiskey again the night before after everyone else had gone to sleep. Remus had refused to drink more than one small bottle, but James and Sirius had shrugged and opened another one, feeling as though they needed to celebrate Sirius's freedom a bit more. Though they had been quite drunk in the end, spouting out rather delirious things from their mouths, they had all agreed on one thing: what better way to celebrate the marauder's reunion and Sirius's newfound freedom than a prank? Age certainly knew no bounds when it came to the three. Thankfully, they had their anti hangover potion with them, or else, their prank would backfire on them if they were hung over.

"Have you arranged everything upstairs, Padfoot?" asked James solemnly, going over spells in his mind.

"Everything is set," said Sirius with a grin. He then strolled out of the room and into the kitchen.

"And have you double checked the doors, Moony?'

"Everything is ready, Mr Prongs.'' Remus said, rolling his eyes. It had taken nearly an hour for James and Sirius to convince him into doing this. He had been more than a little reluctant at first, and had firmly said that he would not take part. But his resolve had crumbled when the two of them continuously pestered him for an hour, talking about how they would never be able to do it without his help and then when they had highly praised his intellect. After Remus had submitted with a sigh, he had been secretly excited.

After all these years, he was going to be a marauder again. With his friends.

His years at Hogwarts had been great times, and he had never imagined that he could get into more mischief after the events of 1981. James Potter was going to prove his earlier assumptions wrong.

"The meeting's over, and since Molly is arranging breakfast, they're all scattered around the house. The best time for them to be pranked." reported Sirius.

Dumbledore had informed them about the small meeting that would be held in the morning, where they would discuss the next Order mission. They had received information from a trusted source about a gathering of Death Eaters, and they needed a few members to tail them and find out their location.

"Where do you think McGonagall is?" Sirius asked casually.

"I think she was in the living room, last time I saw her. With Kingsley." James replied.

They got up and walked towards the dining room, watching the plates hover onto the table piled with food as Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley talked intently about something.

At that moment, Ron, Harry and Hermione came downstairs, looking as though they desperately wished to be back in their beds.

"So why did you-?" Harry's question was cut short by a loud shout emanating from upstairs.

"MUM! WHY IS THE BATHROOM RAINING?"

James exchanged a smug look with Sirius and Remus, all three of them looking rather pleased with themselves to hear that they had had their first victim. Harry, Hermione, and Ron stared at the three with mounting disbelief.

"You three-?" Ron asked weakly. James, Sirius and Remus nodded. The three men were grinning widely, and Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling as usual as he sat by the table. Harry had the distinct suspicion that the headmaster was enjoying the show. But then again, you could never tell when it came to Dumbledore.