Something is going on.

(9.) Truce

Severus pov.

Lily and I look at each other and she nods slightly.

"We accept and appreciate your apologies." My eyes find Potters and I try to find some of the boy I saw in the dream but I don't know what exactly the boy was. He moistens his lips and holds out his hand. Why did I notice that?

"Truce, Snape?" James said. Wait, 'James'? When the bloody did I start referring him as James? I shook it off mentally.

"Truce, Potter." When we shook hands, it felt like electricity coursed through my veins and to my hand to connect with James. I felt his hand tense slightly when it happened so he definitely felt it too. We let go quickly and I shook hands with the other Marauders but it strangely did not happen again. What was that?

After Lily shook hands with the four, we just stood there awkwardly. Pettigrew shifted from foot to foot, visibly uncomfortable. James ran his hand through his inky messy hair, and my eyes caught in the same bracelet I saw at breakfast earlier.

"Um, Potter, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get your bracelet? It looks very unique." I asked him. I could hear Lupin inhale a quick breath and noticed as Black shifted closer to James as if going to protect him. Thats questionable. Pettigrew looked curious as well, leading me to believe that he too did not know either.

"Uh, well... My- Mother made it and gave it to me. I'll let her know you said that, Snape. She'll be very grateful." James cleared his throat and just somehow I knew, gut feeling, that his mother did not make the bracelet on his wrist. My mind turned towards the little girl in my dream, his sister apparently, RoseMarie, who made the unique and delicate bracelet.

"Why does he not just say that his younger sister made it for him? I was distracted momentarily by his uneasy smile. James cleared his throat again and turned to look at the lake. He crouched down and picked up a stone and threw it like he would the snitch, which was not in sight strangely, except now he threw the stone left to right. It seemed like a nervous habit or something similar, not an act of boredom.

"Oh, look at this, a Slytherin and the four Marauders without poor Severus in a tree with his trousers —"

"Get out of here, Lockhart." James bit out, glaring at the idiot.

"I always knew there was a chance you would take my advice, and pursue your hearts desire and go beyond your houses differences. " Lockhart changed direction of his un-ear-flattering speech real quick.

"What advice? Lockhart, I swear if you don't get out of my sight I'll —"

"You were destined to be friends, I knew. I told you so didn't I—?" His mouth vanished from his face and I saw James' wand pointed at Lockhart.

"Thank Merlin, I was starting to get a headache." Sirius said as Lockhart sprinted away.

"One, my name is James and not Merlin. And two, for every ones information, he has never offered any advice to me except how many brushes that he helped designed for people with hair exactly like mine. Let's just say, he ended up with worse than just a temporary vanished mouth." James said, rolling his eyes and running his hand through his hair, his hand only catching on a few snags of knots.

"He really had to bring that up didn't he?" Lily said looking down. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Well, dear, James, did you at least take that advice? It certainly does not look like it." He gasped dramatically and ran his hand through his hair again only to have more snags.

We all bursted out laughing at his actions. In the back of my mind, I wondered what it would be like to run my own through the messy mop of James Potters hair, maybe even brush it.