I don’t know what you’ve read, but the Marauders are alive and well.
It’s Sunday so they’re all at James’ and Lily’s for brunch.
Sirius is sitting on Remus’ lap cuddling and feeding him bites of Lily’s famous quiche.
Harry and Ginny are talking about Quidditch with James while they watch all the grand-kids play Exploding Snap.
Peter is there with his wife and kids because he never betrayed them.
They are alive. They are a family. They are happy. They are all well loved.
And Harry never named his son something stupid like Albus Severus.














