The Londoner Marauder☆Jily AU

《ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ #02》

9th January 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland

James Potter was a man of a twisted personality, Kate decided. Until a month ago, he was gushing over Lily Evans. Everything reminded him of her. Lily this, Lily that. And now, he behaved like he did not know who Lily Evans was.

Kate frowned as she saw James smirk at Alida Ackerley, one of his ex-girlfriends. Alida was a pretty Ravenclaw, with blonde hair and pale green eyes. The only thing wrong with her was that she despised muggle-borns. James and Alida were one of the most liked couples at Hogwarts, after Emmeline and Dorcas, of course.

"I thought Ackerley was with that Rodger guy." Kate turned to look at Skylar Mason, her girlfriend, who was frowning at Alida.

"You seriously think anyone would be with Rodger in front of James fucking Potter?" Dorcas snorted from her spot beside them. "He's a rich ass and has the Potter surname. His father is the developer of Sleekeazy's, which makes him Mr. Hair Care Product Heir and his mother is one of the cleverest Charms students you'll ever meet, and both his parents are aurors. He's a one-time-catch."

"And you are a Potter too, in a way," Emmeline pointed out. "Your mother is Tiffany Potter, the twin of Fleamont Potter."

"Yeah. I'm a Potter and a Meadowes." Dorcas shrugged.

"Two of the most respected pure-blood families," said Skylar, nodding her head.

If you ask me, I'll always say that the Potters are the most superior pure-blood families. They have the cleverness of the Malfoys, money of the Blacks, reputation of the Meadowes, political connection of the Ackerleys, and the kindness of the Prewetts. Easy enough, any girl would die to get a chance with James Potter.

Of course, that is not love. It's greed. It is the union of two wealthy pure-blood families to increase money and reputation. Who ever told you that the other pure-blood families, minus the Potters, Meadowes, Blacks and Prewetts, marry because they are in love?

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10th January 1977, Beauxbatons, France

"Class, please turn to page number sixty two," The Defence professor announced. "Boggarts, as you can see, reflect the greatest fear of anyone who comes by them."

Marlene raised her hand and said, "Sorry to interuppt, Professor, but we've done this is third year."

"I am aware of that, Miss McKinnon," the professor agreed. "But Ordinary Wizarding Level tests mean to revise everything you've learned for the past five years. Boggarts are one of the most common practical questions in the Defence Against the Dark Arts O. W. L.s."

"Shit," muttered Mary, shaking her head.

"Should be easy enough," Lily said, trying to look cheerful.

"Mr. Longbottom, if you'd like to demonstrate..." The Professor pointed at the cupboard and Frank stood up, sighing.

The cupboard opened and Alice Prewett stepped out, her kind face screwed up in fury. "Frank!" she shouted. "We are breaking up!"

Frank's face visibly paled. "Riddikulus!" he shouted. Angry-faced Alice turned into smiling, laughing and happy Alice.

"Heavens above," said Mary amused. "He's smitten!"

"Excellent, Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Chesire nodded. "I'm guessing that was your girlfriend. Seems British. Ten points to Bellefuille and Miss Siberius, you may start."