the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 3

disclaimer: all goes to the queen Rowling.

James POV:

I was stunned when I saw Evans. She still had the famous deep red hair, that looked like a mix of wine red with a bright flame color. Instead of it dropping to her midsection of her back, it cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders. She'd cut it. Her perfectly almond-shaped, bright emerald green eyes shone with excitement. She had grown a bit taller, but she was still dwarfed compared to my giant height. Lily was wearing a pressed white blouse, with a deep blue skirt that reached her knees.

I tried waking her up on the train when it stopped, but she didn't wake, so nobody could blame me for picking her up and carrying her to the Great Hall. And when she shrieked at me in the Great Hall, I was greatly embarrassed. But then again, everybody got a chance to see me pick Evans up. One thing off my bloody bucket list.

Sirius Black, my fellow Marauder and prankster, laughed and slapped me on the back. "Good job, Prongs!" he barked, grinning like crazy as he slung an arm around my close friend, Marlene McKinnon. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and gingerly picked up his arm from her shoulder. I laughed.

"Same to you too, Padfoot."

Padfoot rolled his eyes and said, "At least my life isn't as sad as yours. You've been chasing that girl for nearly 7 years. She still bloody despises you. I've been trying to have Marlene go out with me for a couple years, and she is tempted by my amazingly good looks."

Marlene snorted, "At least he doesn't go around with other girls nearly every week."

Sirius flushed and I smirked, pleased that Marlene had made Sirius embarrassed. I saw Evans walking past me and shouted, "Oi! Evans!" Lily turned towards me, a scowl sketched on her face already. "What?" she asked, clearly annoyed, "If you're going to ask me out, the answer's no."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Evans, if you're bloody going to jump to a conclusion every single time I call you, it's going to be a long year. Dumbledore wants to see us after the feast." Lily flushed then nodded curtly, walking off quickly.

After the feast, I waited in the Great Hall for a couple minutes until I saw a flash of fiery red hair whipping around the corner and grinned. Lily appeared in front of me, frowning at my smile and said, "Wipe that smirk off your face, prat."

I ran a hand through my hair but set off with her. Lily seemed determined to get to Dumbledore fast, speed-walking as she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. I followed her, my long strides matching up to a couple of her quick, short ones. Finally we reached the gargoyles and Lily seemed frustrated.

"What's the bloody password?" she growled, biting her lip. "Er-Chocolate Frogs? Cockroach Clusters? Peppermint humbugs?" I told the gargoyle, pounding my fist on the statue. I sighed and rattled off a bunch more.

"Every Flavored Beans? Sugar Quills? Acid Pops? Blood Lollies? Cauldron Cakes! Damn, I don't know!" I looked up at the ceiling. Lily tugged on her ponytail and said thoughtfully, "Fizzing Whizbees? Er-Treacle Fudge!"

The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside as we hurried into his office. Dumbledore looked up as we entered, and shifted a bit so we couldn't see what he was working on. It looked like a small blue board with little..figurines? I swear I saw something that said "Jily". Hmm...

Lily was listening attentively and nodding. I smiled and nodded along. Smile and nod, James, I told myself, Smile and nod. 

I found myself following Professor McGonagall out of Dumbledore's office and in a different corridor that led to a separate common room.

"These are your Head quarters," she said sternly, "It will be the picture of an French woman in a pink dress. Choose your password. You have your patrols already figured out?" Lily nodded and I followed along quickly.

Professor McGonagall strode quickly out of sight and left us standing there. "So?" asked Lily impatiently, tapping her foot. We had stopped in front of a picture of a lady in a pink dress with a white parasol. "Well, children?" the lady asked, "I haven't got all day. I'm off to visit dear Lizzie in a bit!"

Lily bit her lip and I blurted out, "Semper lilium!" The lady, Annabelle, she told us, pursed her lips but nodded. Lily scowled at me with a questioning look on her face.

"One of my-er, relatives, you could say, use to plant them when she was younger. She died after one of the wrackspurts that got attracted to it and went in through her ears when she was planting them. Made her brain go fuzzy, but she had just woken from a coma. Died instantly," I said, swallowing hard. The story wasn't a complete lie.

Lily gave me a small sympathetic smile but quickly went through the door and gasped. The common room was amazing. It was mainly maroon and gold, of course, with a crackling fire and plush sofas. I eyed the small hallway that led to the bedrooms.

She shot me a dirty look. "There are two bedrooms in there, you git!" she exclaimed, swatting me.

I looked up and saw the golden plaques on top of the doorways to our own rooms. I beamed when I saw mine:

James Potter

Quidditch Captain; Quidditch Chaser

Head Boy; Top Student in Defense Against The Dark Arts; Top Student in Transfiguration

Lily bounded off to her bedroom and I went to mine. It was bloody brilliant. Exactly my style, and I realized that I could alter my bedroom whenever I wanted, as it changed to what I felt like I wanted it to be. The only thing I didn't get was a giant gold wall that had no furniture against it, only 1 picture of the Marauders.

I drew out my wand and touched it, startled when it made a gold mark. I experimented for awhile, drawing lines. After a minute, I wrote, "Prongs." It shimmered for a minute, then disappeared as a very familiar, messy scrawl appeared in silver, saying, "Prongs, mate! It's Padfoot!" I realized it was a magic wall that was able to have me communicate to the other Marauders.

Lily poked her head into my room. "We have to get ready for bed, mind you," she said, frowning. I pushed my frames back up and ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah, thanks," I said, stuffing my wand into my pocket. She shook her head, and ran back to her room.

I sighed, seeing if I could try my luck. "Evans-" I was interrupted by her shouting.

"Don't even think about it, Potter!"

Oh, the joys that this year would bring.

A/N: thank you for all the views !! :)

song of the chapter: "no" by meghan trainor