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The Marauders

Where the wizarding world handles things a little more logically (like, say, checking Sirius and Peter's wands for who cast the blasting spell) and Sirius doesn't go to Azkaban
Sirius ends up raising Harry
and obviously Remus is along to make sure Sirius doesn't either a: spoil Harry into oblivion or b: accidentally kill Harry.
So Harry, growing up with them, goes to Hogwarts, and gets someone who asks the question of "Do you have a mum" and Harry replies with "Sort of, I have a Moony."
Sirius hears about this on holiday and starts referring to Remus as "Moomy" because he's horrible
and after some time of this, Remus just finally turns around and gives Sirius a completely deadpan look and just says
"Dadfoot"

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Imagine James Potter when he first got his wand. He's at Ollivanders to find his new wand. The always-old man stared at him, his curious eyes seeming to stare into his soul. James has to do everything he could to suppress a shiver. He never really liked old people.

Ollivander gives James a large grin. "You look just like your father," he cackles, and James can't help but smile.

"Thank you, I hear that a lot," he says, but in reality, he's never heard that before. He's beginning to take a liking to old man Ollivander. The old man smiles and turns his back to James, his fingers trailing down the many shelves of boxed wands.

"So how do I choose a wand?" young James asks.

"I'm surprised your father has never told you this before." James turns to look at his dad in confusion, where his father shrugs, embarrassed.

"Must've forgotten to," explained James' father.

"The wizard does not choose the wand, young Potter. The wand chooses the wizard," describes Ollivander, and James makes a mental note to himself.

The first wand James takes is a 10", willow wood, with a unicorn hair core. That manages to set his new robes on fire. It takes about three different spells to make his robes all better.

His second wand is a 9", elm wood, with a dragon heartstring core. That one shoots a bright jet of orange sparks into the boxes of wands. Surprised, Ollivander stumbles back, his bushy eyebrows raised. But he quickly gains his composure and waves off the mess behind him.

"That mess can wait, what matters most right now is choosing your wand," he tells James. He eventually pulls out another box. It's an 11", mahogany wood wand. It creates a beautiful shower of ice and sparks that makes Ollivander practically jump with joy. James drops the wand suddenly, so surprised with the creation that the wand had just made.

After paying for the wand and graciously thanking Ollivander, he passes a small first-year. His black hair, messy and unbrushed. Like my hair, James thinks. The boy's grey eyes were like nothing James had ever seen before. His gaze follows the boy as he walks in. The boy looks around shyly, stopping in the center of the shop before his parents push him harshly forward, as if to tell him to go and get his own stuff. With a swat on his head, the boy goes shakily to talk to Ollivander in a quiet voice. James cannot hear a word he's saying. By the time Ollivander has a wand out, James had already tore his gaze away from the boy and walks out of the store.

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Imagine the Marauders learning expecto patronum and being terrified of what their patronus is, because if it's something lame like a rabbit (rabbits are actually super cool don't listen to me) then they'll be made fun of. They end up starting a competition of who has the coolest patronus. James is the first to be able to conjure his patronus, a stag, although his friends often teased him that his patronus was a deer.

"No it's not, it's a stag!" he'd reply back with.

To everyone's surprise, Peter Pettigrew was next. They couldn't help but giggle about his patronus because his patronus was a rat. A rat. He blushed, but replied back with a quiet yet fierce voice. "It is a very strong rat!" he said.

Then Remus Lupin, who relied on only his school memories to help him with his patronus, due to the fact that his younger years were just torture. Lupin's patronus was a wolf, which was pretty cool.

Then Sirius Black. James knew that Sirius would have some trouble with his patronus, but never said anything. He always figured that Sirius had a lot of good memories in Hogwarts, at least. But at least he could conjure up a patronus, James thought, and smiled. He was proud of Sirius. The boy had come so far. Sirius' was a big dog that seemed larger than everyone else's.

It was an unanimous decision. Lupin's patronus was obviously the coolest, then Sirius', James', and finally poor Peter's. They still couldn't believe that Peter's patronus was a rat!

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Imagine Sirius in the Gryffindor commons with a pretty girl in the same year as him. He's in his fifth year of Hogwarts and by then most of them have figured out their identity. Basically, Sirius just wants to flirt and kiss, run away from his past in any way possible. An arm around her shoulder, he sweeps her ash brown hair away from her face. He leans in, his eyes fluttering shut, and so do hers. He doesn't know what's right and wrong anymore. But before their lips could touch, they're met with a hand. Surprised, they both pull back. There stands James, a hand on his hips, the other extended. Sirius is both confused and angry.

"Were you here this whole time?" he asks.

"Not the whole time," James says. "Most of it, yes."

"James what are you doing?" the girl interrupts.

James only smiles and wipes his saliva-covered hand on his shirt.

"Cockblocking, my deer," he says, directing a sly wink to Sirius' way.

Sirius rolls his eyes, but is surprised when his head is forced roughly up by a pair of hand, and his lips collide with another's. They pull away suddenly and he is left gasping for air. James Potter looks quite pleased with himself, while Sirius is obviously quite flustered.

"You can tell your friends that Sirius is officially off limits!" he says with a large smile.

But siriusly, #jily

hEy guys it's been literally 654646384 years since I've updated, I know Dx

I've been lacking the inspiration to write and everything and i feel sO BAD.

anyway this chapter is dedicated to the Marauders because I love them all sm and I don't know how to describe my love for them like siriusly.

so, like i said earlier, i've been lacking the inspiration. basically i don't know what to write about, and i want you guys to help me. give me anything, a ship, a suggestion, a headcanon, literally anything. I'll post it up and give credit, of course.

tysm for 5k reads and i didn't ever expect for me to come this far <33 i sound so emotional but i swear i'm not in real life xD

thank you guys oNCE AGAIN and i hope y'all's enjoyed this chapter because this chapter took me wAY too long to post and type up