Hmm this plot bunny attacked me and it goes a lil something like thisssss

Summary: MWPP era SBRL as the Marauders deal with everyday issues every student deals with, something mysterious is happening to the teachers. Voldemort is on the rise.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHINGGGGGGGGG

The Marauder's fifth year of Hogwarts was apparently going to be their best yet. But Sirius and James said that every year from their first year when the Marauders were formed on the train to school.

Students were frantically hurrying on board as the steam rose from the engine and they were on their way. Remus sighed and searched for a compartment containing any of his friends. He was halfway through the train when something collided into him hard, pushing him against the opposite wall.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOONYYYYY" It screamed in delight. Remus could see only deep blue-black hair and could only guess who it was.

"Why, hello my dear Padfoot." Remus said calmly. "Where is everyone else?"

"Jamesie-poo is attending to unfinished business (wooing Lily) and Peter's gone off to the trolley, he'll be back in a few. Come on!" Sirius grabbed his hand and pulled him into the once-empty compartment.

It held many remnants of the Marauder's presence, even though the train had only just taken off. Strewn candy wrappers lay fluttered about, their carry-on bags lay in the corners, unzipped and filled to the brim with brightly-colored papers, snacks, and assorted things Remus was pretty sure he didn't want to know about.

"Looks like you guys made yourselves at home." Remus said, stating the obvious.

"Yup!" Sirius plopped down onto a seat, and patted a spot next to him, for Remus to sit in. He obliged. Sirius lay horizontally on the long seat and rested his head in Remus' lap with a contended sigh. Remus wasn't surprised; he was used to it by now.

Sirius was a man of touch. He couldn't hold a conversation with you without touching you; he just didn't feel connected enough. If he was talking to you, he wanted to have your full attention. Others thought it was weird, but truth be told, Remus didn't mind. He didn't have that many friends as it was, he wanted to be as close as possible with the ones he had.

"So how was your summer?" Sirius asked nonchalantly.

"Umm, boring, uneventful…did I say boring?"

"That's because you didn't spend any of it with ME Moony! James and I had LOADS of fun, 'cause we know how to party." Sirius said with a wink.

"Hmm, yes, I'm sure you wouldn't have liked my 'furry little problem' showing up at your party though. He tends to be a wet blanket on social events." Remus retorted, absent-mindedly stroking Sirius' hair, looking nowhere in particular. "I hope you and James didn't get into trouble."

"Not too much, those muggle please-men or whatever you call 'em stopped by James' house a couple of times telling us to turn the music down, but other than that, we stayed pretty much to ourselves. Oh! But there was this one time…" Sirius went on to describe several memorable events that occurred over the summer. Remus was content to just listen, as he had no interesting stories of his own to tell.

A few minutes later, Peter came in arms full to the brim with various treats. Remus felt his stomach grumble, and was grateful for the food.

"Hey, Pete. How was France?"

"Oh it was alright, my Gran wouldn't let me do much. But my cousins and I had fun."

"That's good." Said Remus, his mouth half-full of chocolate frog.

"Remus?" Sirius asked, his head tilting back so he could look the werewolf straight in the eyes.

"Yes Sirius?"

"Why do you love chocolate so much?"

"Now what kind of a question is that?"

"Don't answer my questions with questions."

"Okay, Sirius." When Remus didn't speak further, Sirius became irritated.

"REMUS!"

"What?"

"You still haven't answered my question!"

"Hmm, I guess I like Chocolate because it tastes good."

"Well NATURALLY, Moony, but you seem to eat it more than any of us. So maybe you have some like compulsion to eat chocolate, or maybe another disorder, or maybe it comes with being a werewolf, or it could be that you're a growing boy and need your sugar…"

"Sirius?"

"Yes, my dear Moony."

"I think you answered your own question."

All three laughed as James walked into the compartment. The laughter continued once the three took on the appearance of their missing Marauder.

He was stripped almost completely naked, only his knickers on, the words "Lily Evans will NEVER go out with THIS" were in flashing pink letters branded across his chest.

"Don't ask." James mumbled as he stumbled into the compartment, looking thoroughly disgruntled. The Marauders didn't need to ask, they all had a pretty good idea of what went down.

As the train neared closer and closer to their home-away-from-home the Marauders changed into their robes, picked up their various sweet wrappers, and somehow got the cursed phrase to remove itself from James' torso.

The horseless carriage ride was peacefully uneventful, everyone seemed too drained from the train ride to speak. Sirius head had found itself back in Remus' lap, his feet hanging out of the side of the carriage.

Remus sat in the corner, his lap being occupied; he was forced to sit up, his brain slipping in and out of consciousness. The stars twinkled outside merrily, silently celebrating the return of their favorite people. Remus smiled a little. As his eyes closed, his other sense increased in frequency. He could hear the creaking of the carriage wheels; he could feel the comfortable weight of Sirius against him. He could smell the crisp, forest air wafting in from the outside. The wheels of the carriage went over a pot-hole in the road, bumping everyone back into reality.

"Five more minutes."

Everyone except Sirius.

The start-of-term feast was delightful as always. The warm candlelight illuminating the faces of their peers. The food was cooked to a crisp, scrumptious stature, and went down well with everyone. The courses passed by all too fast and soon people were heading up to their dormitories to sleep in beds they had secretly missed while they were at home.

Like it or not, Hogwarts was home to these students. They spend more time here than anywhere else. Their beds at home that they slept on throughout childhood seem foreign to them now. Remus sighed to himself. He was finally home.

He slipped into his bed quietly, and in those first few blissful moments before sleep, he had a feeling that this year would be great. It would stand out from the rest.

With a grin plastered on Remus' face, he slept.