Marauders Headcanons, One Shots, and Randomness

In Case of Dementors

I just got back form my auror mission and I wasn't feeling so well. Apparently I was cursed. Literally. Don't worry, I'm staying at The Burrow. The Weasleys are taking good care of me. Not to mention the fact that Molly is a brilliant cook.

I woke up from my afternoon nap on the living room couch. Something didn't seem quite right. I looked up.

"Oh, she is awake," a familiar voice said. Something about the voice was quite calming, but I couldn't place why. I was pretty out of it and I had already closed my eyes and buried my head in the upholstery again.

I felt something warm and furry rub against my arm.

"GowayCrookshanks," I slurred.

"Sirius, I told you before we got here not to bother her," Crookshanks said. Wait, that's not Crookshanks. Dog Sirius whined indignantly.

Upon realizing who had come to visit me, I sat up. It was Remus and Sirius. To be perfectly honest, I was more excited about the former than the latter.

"We didn't mean to wake you. George said you were awake... or maybe it was Fred... no, I'm pretty sure it was George..." Remus trailed off.

Sirius shifted into human form.

"How did you get past Arthur and Molly?" I asked. Sirius wasn't supposed to leave Grimmauld Place because he was on the run from prison. I wasn't surprised that they did. They are the Marauders after all. I was merely curious.

"The twins sent them on a false errand," said Sirius. "Something about a cuckoo clock that breathes fire. I dunno. Something like that. Those two are always up to something." He said this last part almost wistfully, as though he were remembering something from a long time ago.

"Let's talk in the kitchen," I said, "I can make us some tea." I tried to stand up, but I tripped. Remus caught me and set me back down on the couch.

"Sirius or I will make us tea," he said, giving Sirius a meaningful look.

"Way to volunteer me, " Sirius complained. Remus glared at him.

"I brought you a get well gift," Remus said, fishing something out of his coat pocket. He sat down on the couch next to me and handed me a bar of Honeydukes chocolate.

"I understand if you don't want to eat it now," he said, suddenly looking doubtful of himself.

I smiled up at him. "No, it's great," I said sincerely. I unwrapped the chocolate and broke a big piece off. I handed it to him.

"It's okay," he said, "It's for you. Besides, I'm not hungry."

"Keep it then," I said. "In case of dementors."