"Dear audience of the year 1975,
We have sent you these memories from our timeline to grant you the opportunity to change you and your bloodline's devastating fate. Once it starts, there's no turning back. Know that you have been warned. Change it...
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Year 1975 The Great Hall
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Dinner at Hogwarts has always held an air of intrigue—where new students are sorted into their destined houses and old friends reunite after months of separation. But if you look closely at the table full of Gryffindors, you might notice a peculiar group of boys who call themselves "the Marauders" and use strangely 'animalistic' nicknames.
Among them, in his sixth year, sits James Fleamont Potter, a boy with disheveled hair and circular glasses, gazing dreamily at Lily Evans—a red-haired girl who, engrossed in a book about ancient runes, doesn't spare him a glance.
Beside him sat Sirius Orion Black, a boy with shoulder-length curly hair, deep in conversation with his best friend, Remus John Lupin, seated across from him. Their hushed bickering revolved around who possessed the most chocolate frog cards. Remus, with his shaggy brown hair, never backed down, countering Sirius’s triumphant claims with equal fervor, neither willing to give away victory.
And lastly, Peter Pettigrew, a boy with ash-colored hair, could be seen seated beside Remus, indulging in the diverse selection of cuisines provided by the ever-diligent house-elves of Hogwarts. His love for food was unmatched, rivaled only by his fondness for pranks. Together with his three friends, he harbored a mischievous ambition to continue causing havoc in their remaining years at Hogwarts.
"What's our next prank going to be like?" Peter Pettigrew looked up at his mates and asked a question that gathered their attention. One by one, they exchanged glances and smiled playfully, mischievous ideas beginning to fill their cunning minds.
James, assuming his leadership role, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat thoughtfully. "A good question, Wormtail," he began, his voice tinged with confidence. "As the greatest of the Marauders, I've devised a plan that promises nothing less than sweet success!" His grin was almost manic, capturing Sirius's attention, who had been lazily gazing at Peter moments before.
"Pray tell, what brilliant scheme have you conceived, oh great Prongs, our brilliant leader?" Sirius inquired, rolling his eyes at his exasperating best friend and brother. He was certain that the prank James was insinuating to involved a certain girl James couldn't stop talking about, and, quite frankly, Sirius was tired of hearing about it.
"Oh well, the greatest prank I’ve devised involves inviting my Lily to the Great Lake, which I will fill with lilies. I’ll be waiting for her there so she knows it was my doing. With that, she'll surely fall in love with me, and we’ll live happily ever after," James said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He was certain it would work—surely Lily adored lily flowers, given her name.
