The Londoner Marauder☆Jily AU

《ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ #03》

15th January 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland

Sirius did not know what McGonagall told James, but it had a hard effect on him. James was the type who bottled up his anger and did not voice it. He became quieter and it was always dangerous to go near him during those moments. James Fleamont Potter was a man possessed of a twisted personality, Sirius agreed with Kate on that. You could map out Hogwarts, but not James Potter.

"Oi, mate, Woodrow's staring at you." Dorcas nudged James. Sirius lifted his eyes from his Quidditch Magazine and frowned at Irene Woodrow, Ravenclaw sixth year, who was giving James a coy smirk.

"Let her," James muttered, dropping his head in his hands.

Dorcas raised her eyebrows and she and Sirius shared a look which shouted: IMPROVEMENT! It was rather comical how Emmeline stuck out her tongue at Irene Woodrow.

"Minnie is a fucking queen," Dorcas decided, resting her head on Emmeline's lap.

"How so?" Sirius asked, egging her on.

"She had an incredible effect on Mr. Doleful here." Dorcas jerked her head towards James, whose lips streched in a small smile.

"She is amazing," he sighed, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. "She made me realise that what I am doing is wrong. She's right. Even if I somehow get over her and fall in love with someone else, I can never give them my full love. A corner of heart will still be preserved for her."

"Whoa, deep stuff, Prongs," Sirius said, awed.

"Why, thank you." James's face lit up with that old boyish charm everyone had missed dearly. "I believe I have to live my life as a devoted lover."

"Devdas." Everyone looked at Dorcas, who sat up and laughed. "Shanaya Patil told me about that Indian film, Devdas. The dude is love-sick but he never got his sweetheart. I hope the last part changes though."

"Weird name man," Sirius snorted.

"Don't you forget that my mum's Indo-Greek," James warned.

"Explains why you've Indian bedsheets at the Manor." Emmelie laughed.

"They are beautiful though. Jaipuri, I think that's what you call them," nodded Dorcas.

"From the city of Jaipur in Rajasthan, west India," informed James.

"Whatever. I'm in no mood for shitty geography." Sirius stood up. "I guess we have to plan a nice prank on Filch?"

"You bet." James jumped up and, being the tallest, raced towards the castle with his fellow Marauders laughing and chasing after him.

I guess things are fairly better now. #MinnieIsAQueen must be trending on Instagram right now. Excuse me, I have to get her autograph.

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16th January 1977, Beauxbatons, France

"When was the last time we hanged around here?" Mary asked her friends as they sat in the Adhara Cottage.

"Last year in June or July," Frank said with a frown, tapping his head.

"Whoa," said Marlene, amused. "It's been a long time."

Lily snuggled in her blanket and took a bite of her raspberry muffin, watching the snow outside. Her feet rested in Mary's lap, who had her feet propped up on the coffee table. The fire warmed them and crackled merrily. The Adhara Cottage was always so home-like, with the fairy lights on the walls, the beautiful see-through ceiling, soft the light green carpets, everything reminded her of home.

"Will they really let the cottage stay here until Beauxbatons lasts?" Frank asked curiously.

"This is a memorial to Giselle Leon." Remus shrugged. "She was one of the most talented Heads of Beauxbatons, so of course it'll stay until the Academy is alive."

"Do you think its odd that Narcissa Black and Sirius share the same last name?" Marlene asked suddenly.

"Black is a popular muggle surname." Mary rolled her eyes. "Perhaps its famous in Britain."

"He doesn't seem the wizard type. No wizard has an obsession with motorcycles." Remus snorted.

"Lily's cousin, Theo Blackburn, likes them," Frank pointed out.

"Theo is a half-blood," smiled Lily.

"Exactly!" Marlene jumped up and down on the couch. "What if Sirius is a half blood related to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black? That explains why his family is in Paris! How many British Blacks are there in Paris?"

Her friends shared looks, shaking their heads. "No offence Marly, but that's way far-fetched," Frank told her, chuckling good-naturedly.

"A girl can dream," sighed Marlene.

"And how often do dreams come true?" Mary raised her eyebrows.

They collapsed into comfortable silence, hearing the sound of the fire and Lily's expert musical taps against the window. Of course, Marlene's theory is perfectly true, minus the blood status, but they do not know that. I will take my own sweet time doing that. As for dreams coming true, they do. You have got to make them true. Bittersweet, is it not?

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17th January 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland

"Hello, I'm Katherine Madison-Williams, and who are you?" Kate shook James's head, who had a bewildered expression on his face. Sirius had came up with this 'brilliant' idea that the ol James was back and everyone could get a chance to hit him for being so insane. Plus point, they had to introduce themselves again.

"Name is James. James Potter," James played along, still slightly confused. Kate left the line and then Dorcas stepped forward.

"Name happens to be Dorcas Nyssa Meadowes. Badass name, I know. Proud bisexual so if you're homophobic, get your ass outta my sight. Dating the lovely and awesome Emmeline Vance, and don't you dare hurt her. Fourth Marauder, also known as Raven."

"James Potter," said James, gawking at her. Dorcas punched him, hard, and moved on, smirking like the sly bitch she was. (Affectionately Emmeline, James said that affectionately, stop glaring at him woman.)

But everyone was happy, because the old, goofy, joking James Potter was back, only with a tiny scar of sadness on the book of his life.

A/N: Really, did I steal Nico di Angelo's idea? Yes, I did. Do I regret this? Not at all. Take care and stay safe.

Love,
~Aurora♡