Looking back, Harry would remember his third year at Hogwarts as, well, remarkably normal compared to everything that happened all the other years of his schooling. Remus would remember it as the best year of his life. Sirius would remember that time Dumbledore walked in on him and Remus in a compromising position. 

Absolutely nothing of consequence happened in the 1993-94 school year. It was perfect.

“I’ll be fine,” Remus said, kissing Sirius so he would stand still. “Have you ever known me to die?”

It's 1993 and Sirius Black has sneaked into Filch's office to retrieve the Marauder's Map only to discover... someone has already taken it.

But who?

“I’m here as the executor of Walburga Black’s will,” Bellwater said without preamble.

“Sorry?” Sirius said, blinking a few times. “I wasn’t aware I was even still in — hang on,” he said, turning to Remus for some reason. “You only get an executor of your will if you’re dead, right?”