Disclaimer: The four marauders are the property of J.K. Rowling. Lucky lady.

Notes: Dunno why I wrote this. Mainly to sort of tell anyone whose vaguely interested that 'junior' is on it's way and that there will be another chapter of 'The Hat Experiment' (coming soon to an internet near you). Also cuz my email account is all empty.

Memory

Laughter. Not sneering, cruel laughter, or high-pitched false giggles, but true laughter. Laughing so much you don't care what everyone else is thinking about you, laughing so much you feel sick. Laughing in a way that turns the world into a haze of confused bundles of sound and pure happiness.

He remembers all of them. Moony, no longer worried, no longer filled with tension. Not caring about the night, or the moon, or the fact that he's continually behind with his work and seems to spend all his time running on the spot just to keep up. James delirious, even with no firewhisky (because it's not the same when there's firewhisky, the laughter is different, the pain runs deeper). Laughing so hard he thinks he'll burst. Peter, not laughing in the way he does when they're teasing Snivellus, but genuine, innocent laughter, without the snide looks. Without the worry that it will be him they're teasing next time. The laughter of four young boys who care nothing about the future because here and now they are immortal. Here and now there is only the laughter.

Looking back on it, Sirius can't even remember why they were laughing.

It's been a hell of a long time since he's laughed like that.

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I've been reading lots of little drabbles which have impressed me muchly and I wanted to see if I could manage to get the same amount of power into just a small number of words. If you review (even a short one) I will get better and write ever better fanfic for you.

(I will also head straight to your page and leave you a review, which is possibly a more attractive offer).

This story is the winner of the Most Unimaginative Title Ever Award.