November, 1977
Another Sunday, another Marauder meeting. This time it was to actually charm the jackets. At the previous Hogsmeade weekend, they had the jackets made and were told that the charms would work better if it were done individually by the person with the emotion behind it.
"Hey, Prongs?" Sirius asked. He was lounging on his bed with the jacket in front of him.
"Yeah, mate?" James was sitting on the floor with his wand in hand concentrating.
"I can't do this."
James looked up and sighed. "Me neither."
"Hey, Prongs?" Sirius asked again.
"Yeah, mate?"
"We need Evans."
James looked up then and when he did, he glared at his friend. "No," he said forcefully.
Sirius sighed. "Of course; because you want to give the jacket to Evans."
"Padfoot," James warned.
"Never mind the fact that she hates you," Sirius continued.
"Padfoot."
"Or that she's dating that Ravenclaw prefect," Sirius went on. "But no, you still hold out hope-OOMF."
James had thrown a book at Sirius. "Shut up, Padfoot."
Sirius winced as he rubbed his belly. "Touchy subject, is it? Well, no matter. We'll-."
"I got it!" Peter cried.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Someone pinch Peter and wake him up. He's probably dreaming about that Hufflepuff again."
"No," Peter said crossly. "I meant I got the charm, moron."
"Oh," Sirius said, slightly disappointed.
"Ignoring you now," Remus said loudly. "Show us, Pete."
"Ah, ah, ah," Sirius said, wagging his finger at Remus. "We are in session, Moony. You must use-OOMF!"
Remus threw a book at Sirius. "Continue, Wormtail."
"So," Peter said importantly. "All you must do is say the incantation with as much feeling as you have toward that. Then the name will appear in fancy lettering that looks quite well against the background of the jacket, if I do say so myself."
Sirius and James exchanged looks before grabbing their jackets and saying the incantation.
"Brilliant, Wormtail!" James exclaimed when `Lily Evans' appeared on the jacket.
"I know," Peter said smugly.
19 years and 8 months later…
"Well that was a complete-," Hermione began.
"Don't say waste," Ron said, still in a daze.
Hermione shot an aggravated look at Ron. "Ronald, the show was so…promiscuous."
"Everyone loves promiscuous girls," Harry informed Hermione.
"I find it repulsive."
"You're the only one," Harry said. "Besides, it wasn't all that bad."
"Tell her, mate," Ron put in.
They arrived in their common room and took a seat around the fire.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you too would enjoy such-."
"They were talking about `girl power' the entire time," Harry pointed out.
"Well, I suppose that was good," Hermione said.
"You know you like them, Hermione," Harry teased.
"So you say," Hermione shot. She stood and stretched. "I'm off to bed, however, I was thinking earlier. Maybe we should do something to preserve our legacy here. Everyone calls us the Golden Trio."
"You want to make jackets?" Ron asked incredulously.
Hermione shook her head. "I was thinking more like having a mural."
Harry and Ron gaped at her.
"We'd have to sneak around of course, they'd hardly let us deface school property," Hermione continued.
Ron and Harry exchanged looks.
"Hermione," Harry started.
Hermione looked at him. "Yes?"
"Who are you?" Ron blurted out.
Hermione sniffed. "I've realized this past summer that there are more important things than following all the rules. Besides, this is hardly a huge rule to break."
Harry leaned back in his seat. "Then I'm in."
"So am I," Ron agreed.
"Wonderful," Hermione smiled before skipping off to bed.
"We've created a monster," Ron murmured once she was gone.
"I like it," Harry grinned.
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