Summary: This is tribute to the four famous pranksters of Hogwarts. This is a one-shot that has their final moments in life.

They all are different, yet all the same. They were united but still divided until they found each other once more in death. They were brothers, they were friends, they are the Marauders of Gryffindor.

I present to you: Masters Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs in their final performance...

Summary: Harry could not help but think that, judging by the way George and Ron were looking at each other, he and the Weasleys would be lucky, if they wouldn’t have to rush one of them - or both of them – to St. Mungo’s the next morning.

Summary: James visits Remus over the summer and discovers something about his friend, Lily learns to love, and Remus realises James was right.

Summary: Voldemort reflects on his fading human condition. He exposes his innermost thoughts, such as his life in the orphanage, his feelings toward his parents, his regrets, and the origin of his hatred toward those who love and are loved. The poem does not inspire pity of Voldemort, but rather a new understanding of his human side.

Summary: Post-HBP. Voldemort attacks Harry during Potions class. What will Snape's reaction be? PG-13 for violent scenes and mild language.

Summary: Had he received a trial... Sirius reflects on the loss of his best friends and his love as he waits for the verdict of a crime he did not commit. Rated PG-13 for depression.

Summary: A poem written to depict the love Severus Snape feels for Lily Evans written from Snape's point of view.

Summary: It is a well known fact that all the Pureblooded families are inbred, but it is not until the issue of marriage arises that Draco realises just how out of hand the problem has truly become.

Summary: Hermione decides that she's done with Ron and his constant want to pick fights with her. Not thinking that things could get any worse, Ron tells her how he really feels. Cute little One Shot form Ron's POV. Definitely a little fluffy.

Excerpt:

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something. When nothing came out, I removed my hand from her chin, and I felt my face flushing scarlet again.

How could I have been so stupid?

“I understand,” I heard myself saying, but deep down I knew I never would.

Summary: The thing I had never before considered about Muggles is that there are, and always have been, so very many of them. It seems ironic that I would have missed such a discernable fact. Had I ever stumbled across it written in a book I would have merely shaken my head at the thought that someone felt the need to write down something so elementary. Even then, however, I would not have considered the implications of what it could mean. The facts never changed though, only my perception of them; that there are thousands, probably hundreds of thousands, for each individual witch or wizard.