the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 16

disclaimer: rowling is queen and owns all

Unknown POV:

I hissed, turning away from the animals, hiding my face and drawing up my cloak's hood. I could very well tell that they were Animagi, probably unregistered considering they were on school grounds. And the fact they had a werewolf with them made me suspicious. 

The male beside me hissed. I was tired of referring to him as "the male". But I knew that names were powerful. 

My mother once caught him lurking around and bound him to us. He escaped, of course, but I had found him again, binding him. But if I spoke his name, he would be freed, but he would also do one last deed for me, anything, even using his own life, before he would be freed. Unfortunately, nothing came without a consequence. As long as I held him in my grasp, I had to give up something valuable and also to do the full binding. My mother had only done half the binding, which allowed him to escape.

When I had fully binded him to me, I had a searingly scalding pain on my forearm, which had his forename burned into my skin. And to give up something..I had pricked myself with my nails, and had my blood drip off my arm onto him, binding us. The first days were terrible. He constantly resisted and I had to grit my teeth and stay through the pain while putting on a natural face. 

I knew that to keep him was wrong, but my mother did it. And also that I needed the male with me, to finish what I needed to do.

"Attack, I suppose?" he said scathingly. I gritted my teeth while listening to him behind me, "You are bound to us, fool. You will do as I say."

"Anything to please the Le Viscose family, of course," he said mockingly. I leaped forward, and slashed his face with my nails, leaving red scratches on his face. He glared at me, and shook me off. "That was for mocking my mother," I hissed. "Do it again, and I'll do an eternal Binding spell." 

He hissed softly, but stopped resisting and mocking me. Before I knew it, the werewolf had leaped at me and my eyes widened as I dove out of the way.

"YOU IMBECILE! HELP ME!" I shrieked at the male as he stood watching, amused. He gritted his teeth unwillingly, but leaped towards us, growling at the werewolf. The other animals moved quickly, trying to capture me and the male at the same time. 

I ran quickly across the Quidditch field, trying to dodge the fast stag who was running towards me. I concentrated, closing my eyes in deep thought. I clenched and unclenched my fists as my head pounded. A migraine washed over my brain as I fought through the pain. 

It still hurt, especially since I hadn't used my powers in awhile. 

Finally I felt a wave of power wash over my entire body and I sighed, smirking as I realized it worked. I glanced down at myself.

Glamours came in handy.

I saw that I had slim hips and a lean body. I summoned a mirror and peered in at myself, before remembering the idiot of a stag, and summoned a shield spell. I gritted my teeth and wished that I could hold it. I pried into the stag's mind, snorting as I squirmed through chinks in his mental "armor". He was quite strong, surprisingly. He held firm. I hissed, unsatisfied, as I only got through one thing. Red hair was the only thing I saw.

I concentrated, knowing that my glamour changed to whatever the person wanted to see, usually, if done correct. I looked into the mirror warily. My long hair had been turned choppy and shorter, brushing over my shoulder blades, my hair was a mysterious wine red color. My eyes had turned green. Then I realized, with a start, that my glamour had turned into Lily Evans, the famous love interest of Quidditch player James Potter. 

Well this was interesting. Was this stag someone else who was pursuing Lily Evans? Perhaps Severus Snape, that god-awful Slytherin. I knew that Potter said he had Quidditch tonight, so I was fairly sure that it wasn't him..

The stag stopped dead in his tracks as I whipped around and pulled down my hood. I smiled, my teeth glittering. The stag stared at me, as he took a few tentative steps forward. I smiled devishly and stepped forwards, crooning, "Come here, you gorgeous stag. Come to Lily."

The stag almost eagerly pranced forwards, coming forwards to nuzzle me. I grinned wickedly and pet it gingerly, before extending my nails and slashed my hand across its face, leaving 4 trails of blood and scars. 

The male was still off fighting the werewolf and the other animals. I cackled and lept out of the way as the stag jolted back, surprised, and snorted before charging towards me. 

We played a long game of tag around a large tree, both of us growling in frustration. Finally the stag tripped over a root and I hissed, pleased. I walked slowly up to the stag, who was bloody and injured, the ankle bent at an odd angle. I grinned, ready to finish it off, when I was knocked aside by a mangy black dog. 

I howled in outrage. "YOU DISGUSTING MUTT! GET OFF!" I shrieked. The dog growled before giving me a huge lick across the face and gave me a kick in the soft spot. I started clawing at the dog before it swiped a paw across my face. 

My eyes widened. "NO!" I shrieked in outrage, as I felt my glamour start to slip away. Finally, it receded and I was left in my human form, looking up into a pair of familiar eyes, before finally slipping away into unconsciousness.

. . . . .

James POV:

I could hardly believe my eyes. 

Padfoot was right next to me, stopped in shock. Remus was howling in his werewolf form, his mind unfocused, as he charged at the pair. Wormtail was behind me, squeaking in terror. 

I limped over to Padfoot and the female, before stopping in shock. It was enough surprisingly when I saw a supposed "Lily" standing there, smiling. I was shocked when she swiped a hand across my face, leaving blood, when I knew it wasn't really her. 

I stared down at an unconscious form, the now bloody and dirty pale blonde hair messed up, the red lips turned up in a smirk still. Frozen, I gazed upon the bloody form of Teresa Blake.

song of the chapter: "sweet dreams" by eurythmics

                                           "enemy fire" by bea miller