The summer sun filtered warmly through the large windows of the Potter home, casting golden light across the living room where James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter lounged. The four Marauders were sprawled in various states of comfort.

Sirius was perched upside down on the armrest of the couch, feet dangling lazily over the side as he animatedly debated Quidditch strategies with James, who was leaning against the coffee table, broomstick repair kit in hand. Peter sat cross-legged on the rug, laughing nervously as he tried to follow the conversation, while Remus reclined in an overstuffed armchair, a book open on his lap but clearly forgotten as he smiled at his friends’ banter.

From the kitchen came the faint clinking of dishes, where Euphemia Potter could be heard humming as she prepared tea. Fleamont Potter’s low voice echoed from his study upstairs, likely addressing correspondence from his business dealings. The cozy hum of the house was filled with life and warmth, a perfect summer haven.

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the house, startling them all.