Jily; Hogwarts: A Love Story (First in Marauder's Trilogy)

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It was 5 am in the morning when a bucket of water was poured on James' happily sleeping, snoring and drooling self. He shot up in bed as the water soaked his clothes and sheets.

"Get up Potter! The power of the quaffle calls you!" Alice declared laughing at the expression on James' face.

"I hate you," James muttered under his breath, he shot her a glare. "Can I sleep for 5 minutes? It's the freaking crack of freaking dawn!" James pointed out the window. The sky outside had tinges of orange and yellow indicating a sunrise.

James flopped on his bed and Alice gave him one minute before she pulled the covers off. James was wearing the onesie that Sirius had gifted him last christmas as a joke. However, what James didn't expect that Christmas was that the onesie would be especially comfy. The onesie was red and had little brooms and quaffles flying over it. Alice looked like she was about to explode. Her incredulous expression and red face indicated that either she was suppressing a large fit of laughter or she was a constipated hippopotamus.

"I'm sorry, I just can't-" Alice couldn't complete that sentence before she was down on the floor laughing.

"For your information, Sirius got me this and it's exceedingly comfortable and you are the first person ever to see me in a onesie —"

"And hopefully the last," James was interrupted by a now awake Sirius who was also dressed in a matching onesie which was covered with werewolves.

"This is. This is just amazing. Priceless. I just- Wow!" Alice finally said. She added, "Now drag your big head to the quidditch changing rooms, eh Potter? We have some strategy to beat the crap out of the slytherins." Alice said leaving the boys dormitory.

"Bye Prongs! Love you." Sirius said, blowing an exaggerated kiss towards James and flopping on his bed to go back to sleep.

James quickly took off his onesie, took a shower and changed into his quidditch robes, grabbed his broom and ran towards the grounds. When James reached the gryffindor changing rooms, everyone was hovering over a map of the grounds.

"Looks like you were able to drag your big head to quidditch!" Alice yelled out to James. When he was the only one in earshot she mumbled, "I think Lily would like that onesie." Making James shoot us and throw her a glare to which she only shrugged.

"Can we discuss the strategy?" James asked the captain hopeful that he will not have to have anymore of this conversation with Alice today. The captain nodded in response and a tiring day of quidditch practice began.

The team stepped out and the sky was lit up with the rays of the sun. A few students were sitting in the stands because despite the sun being up it was freezing. James mounted his broom along with the others and waited for the captain to release the balls. The gryffindor Quidditch team captain Harris Prewett was in his 7th year and was a really good keeper. He was one of Molly Prewett's long lost cousins. He skillfully threw the balls in the air and the game started.

Quidditch practice was a blur of 360's, bludgers to face, quaffles missing and making into the hoops and definitely some concussions and injuries from falling off the broom. The practice ended with a Pep talk given by Harris. By this time, James's stomach was growling and Alice and him happily made their way to the great hall to devour breakfast.