A/N: And it is with great sadness that we have reached the end of this fanfic. I know this is upsetting to a lot of you, and I understand. I'm a little sad too. It's been a year. But I would like to request that we end this on a good note. This truly is the end, it's been decided, so could we enjoy what's here instead of begging for sequels/more chapters?

The last treat to be given to my reviewers will be treacle tart, as it is Harry's favorite :) You people are lovely-and that goes to all my reviewers from this fic. You guys have been an incredible support to me. Thank you so much. I am amazed by the response to this fic. Seriously. I never expected to get this many reviews. Ever.

I would like to put a disclaimer for the few lines in reference to the movie Voyage of the 'Dawn Treader'. And now, the final chapter:

~esin

Chapter Forty-Seven: So Long, Farewell

On the train home…

It is with great sadness in his heart that Mr. Moony declares this the last correspondence we shall have at Hogwarts on this parchment.

Oh noble parchment! How we shall miss thee when we are gone—

Mr. Prongs wishes Mr. Padfoot wouldn't do that.

Do what?

Butcher the English language.

Mr. Padfoot resends that remark.

Mr. Wormtail is confused. Is that really what Mr. Padfoot meant to say?

Yes.

Mr. Moony wonders if Mr. Padfoot actually meant to "resent" that remark.

Actually, Mr. Padfoot thinks he did.

Mr. Prongs is shocked. Mr. Padfoot is admitting to a mistake!

Mr. Padfoot doesn't think it's that rare of an occurrence.

It is.

It is.

Mr. Prongs believes Mr. Padfoot is outnumbered in this matter.

Mr. Moony wishes to return to the matter and purpose at hand.

Mr. Wormtail thinks that's always what Mr. Moony wants to do.

That's cause it is.

Mr. Moony reminds his fellow Marauders that as we are sitting less than two feet from each other. Talking via parchment is no longer necessary. I, for one, have a hand cramp and would like to use my voice rather than my quill.

But we're having so much fun this way!

Shut up, Padfoot.

Mr. Wormtail agrees with Mr. Moony.

Mr. Padfoot feels oppressed.

Mr. Moony insists that we did not oppress you.

Well you could have, if you wanted to.

Mr. Wormtail thinks that might be the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

Mr. Padfoot disagrees. The most ridiculous thing you've ever heard is that story I told you about my cousin Narcissa the Christmas before—

Yes, yes. We've definitely heard that story before.

Mr. Prongs has no desire to hear it again.

Mr. Wormtail—

—Is shutting up now.

If you say so.

Mr. Prongs asks Mr. Wormtail to believe him: if you don't remember that particular story be glad.

Mr. Moony would like to emphasize here the audible clearing of his throat.

Mr. Prongs thinks we got the idea.

So, how shall we begin?

Mr. Prongs suggests that Mr. Padfoot go first. You know, set the tone for dramatic eloquence at all.

Mr. Padfoot isn't sure if that was a compliment or not.

It wasn't.

Guys.

Right. I'll start.

Go on then.

Mr. Padfoot thanks the dear parchment for the hours of amusement, distraction, and memories that it has given us over the years. Without it he would have both failed his classes and missed much opportunity for laughter and detention.

Mr. Wormtail does wish that Mr. Moony would control his facial expressions. That look of disdain isn't helping anything.

Mr. Moony cannot help but wonder if that was a good or bad thing Mr. Padfoot is thankful for.

Oh, Mr. Padfoot knows it's bad.

Mr. Moony declares Mr. Padfoot hopeless.

Mr. Prongs has heard this before. You next, Wormtail.

Mr. Wormtail offers his thanks, consolations, and congratulations to the parchment for putting up with all of this weirdness.

Mr. Padfoot seconds that one vigorously.

Mr. Moony doesn't think that's logically possible.

Mr. Padfoot does wish that Mr. Moony would shut up.

Mr. Prongs asks Mr. Moony to continue.

Mr. Moony remarks with wonder at the parchment's ability to survive this long. He is not sure whether or not it was a good or bad thing.

Mr. Wormtail is rather disappointed. He thought Mr. Moony was loosening up.

Mr. Moony inquires as to what exactly Mr. Wormtail means by the comment.

Mr. Prongs believes that was a reference to Mr. Moony's… enthusiasm for our potential strip show on the Gryffindor table.

Mr. Moony is trying to forget that happened.

Mr. Padfoot isn't.

You're incorrigible.

Mr. Padfoot doesn't think it's fair that as soon as I learn what "melodramatic" means, you start popping out with all these new long and complicated words.

Mr. Moony doesn't think "fair" was ever part—

Mr. Prongs would like to always remember this parchment and the enjoyment we got from it—the escape from the boredom of our classes. It has served us well while at school and now, worn as it is, its abilities have come to an end.

Farewell, sweet parchment!

Now we're leaving school, and with it our childhood.

Together moving on to greater and better things.

But we shall never forget this—nor the friendship we have formed at this school.

For we shall always be Marauders, through and through.

Signed, Moony,

Wormtail,

Padfoot,

And Prongs.

THE END

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