Their light, their love. The only thing they deemed important.
Everyone could see it from day one. Everyone could feel it.
The love The Marauders had for their female Marauder, their love. It was beyond compare.
They did everything together, she was...
The Marauders all sat anxiously by Aurora's bedside, listening to the muffled machine keeping track of her heart rate. Every beep reminded them that they might have been too late. They might have lost her without even finding her.
They were drowning in their guilt. So much so that they didn't hear Harry enter the room.
Harry's sight of his favourite people broke his heart, they looked empty, vacant. He desperately wanted to see the light in their eyes return. They've been sitting in that hospital room for weeks waiting on any change. The nurses said that Aurora had extensive trauma and injuries and her coma is likely due to her mind's fatigue. The possibility of her ever waking up was next to nothing.
Harry did the only thing he could think of doing, he's just a child, he just wanted his family whole again. He sat at the foot of her bed and looked at each of his fathers. All looking like they're in different stages of decomposition.
They all had dark circles under their eyes, but Padfoot's looked the worst. It's clear he blamed himself for what lays before them, but why? His skin was a sickly pale, his cheekbones more prominent than it was a few weeks ago. His eyes always held a dimmed sparkle for reasons previously unknown to Harry, but now his eyes were dull, lifeless. His hands tightly gripped the unknowing girl's left hand as if it was his lifeline. And it seems to be, to an extent, because Sirius was too scared to look away from her, too afraid she'll dissappear.
James sat on her right side, not looking much better. Harry didn't like seeing his biological father this way. He knew James as someone who always had a joke for every situation, always a witty comeback. But now he seemed almost in an out of body experience. He was there, but not really there. He sat, clutching her right hand with a fog over his eyes. His glasses on the tip of his nose, barely clinging on for dear life, hanging from the cliff of his nose. Almost like James was doing - hanging on a cliff of reality, just barely hanging on from falling down to the muddy waters below.
Remus sat by her legs, clasping onto the sheets bundled up in his fists. His scars more ragged looking compared to how pale his skin was. His eyes holding a longing for something long gone.
In short, they looked like shit.
Harry racked his brain thinking of something to say to save them from their stupor. "Can you tell me about her?"
All three of them froze even more than they already were. James looked up first, although hesitantly.
"It's about time you knew," his voice raspy from barely speaking for weeks. "What do you want to know?"
Remus looked towards his best friends, "How about we start from the beginning? How we knew she'd become our glue."
Sirius looked towards his two friends, and then to Harry, "Then it seems I should start the story, I was the one who met her first."
Harry sat closer to the bed, waiting on Sirius to start the story no one's heard before.
"It started on the train..." Sirius took a deep breath.
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September 1st, 1973
Four boys sat inside their compartment, their names carved on the wood of the luggage rack above their heads since first year. They were now entering their fifth year at Hogwarts and were still as excited to return as in their first year.
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