Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: Please review. This is meant to be short, not long. Also, this is really only my first story, so be kind.

&& Prologue: The Last Marauder &&

I remember reading the story of Peter Pan; it’s a muggle story, and I thought it was a joke when I first read it.

Who doesn’t want to grow up? It was all I cared about at that time, so I didn’t understand why Peter wanted to stay a boy.

Now, I would give anything to relieve my Hogwarts years, or the Glory Days, as we often called them. Anything.

I never thought I’d be the last one; the last of the four; the last trouble-maker; the last prank-puller; the last Marauder.

Yet here I am, old, grey, and tired. I never thought it would be me.

I guess I never expected it. I took it for granted that there would always be the four of us.

It was always four; never two, three, five. We stuck together; pulled pranks together; got in trouble together; we were like brothers.

Yet now, the first is dead, the second beyond the veil, the third is me, and the fourth is gone.

I can still see the look on one’s face as the girl of his dreams finally agreed to date him.

I remember when the second got in detention for turning the Headmaster’s hair green.

I remember when the fourth finally learned how to transform a teapot into a rat, and was so excited that he wet himself.

We had great times together. The times we got in detention for pranks are too many to count, just as the time that has passed is too long to count.

This is the story of us, the four Marauders. This is the story of

James,

Sirius,

Peter,

and me.