Harry Potter Preferences: Marauders Era

How you meet

Young James:
You were sitting in the 3 broomsticks, and you couldn't help but notice this boy sitting in the corner with a group of three other boys. After awhile, he noticed you, and his face looked spellbound, as if he had never seen anyone like you before. His friends quickly noticed, and began to mockingly hassle him about it, making both you and him blush. You stayed a little while longer, but soon got up to go back to the castle. As soon as you got outside, you heard someone yell "Wait!" From behind you. You turn around to see him standing there, "I think you forgot your scarf," he said handing it to you. You hadn't even noticed that you left it, but part of you was glad you did because it got you two to meet eat other.
"Thank you," you replied with a smile. The snow was falling all around you, reflecting in his deep hazel eyes.
"Oh it's nothing," he responded, "What's your name?"
"I'm (y/n)," you replied.
"Well, it's nice to meet you (y/n)," he smiled, shaking your hand.

Young Sirius:
You were headed to a party that the Gryffindors were holding in their common room. Because most of your friends were Gryffindors, you knew the password, and went in there often to hang out. The music was playing loud, and people were drinking a little too much fire whisky, including yourself. As the night went on, you noticed a dark haired boy with three others: James, Peter, and Remus.
"Who's that?" You asked your friends.
"That's Sirius Black," they replied.
You couldn't help but glance at him. He was so tan and beautiful. At one point, he caught you staring, and started to slowly push his way through the crowd towards you.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked.
"I'd like to say yes, but I think I've had too much already," you smiled.
"Well, what's one more?" He said, as he started to pour you a drink. "What do they call you?" He asked.
"I'm (y/n)," you smiled, "I know who you are. You're Sirius Black."
The party went on for awhile longer, and you fell asleep in the Gryffindor common room.

Young Remus:
You were in the Gryffindor common room by yourself one night, eating some chocolate by the fire, and watching a thunderstorm outside. The windows were rattling with the sound of rain and wind, and the thunder was so loud, it shook the castle. Despite this, you weren't at all afraid. In fact, thunderstorms were one of your most favorite things in the world. You liked how the sky, which seemed so calm and peaceful during the day, could become so unpredictable and fierce at night. The storm was so loud, that you didn't even hear him coming down the steps, making you jump when you turned around to see Remus standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm sorry. I didn't frighten you did I?" he asked nervously.
"No. I just didn't hear you is all," you responded with a smile. Remus took a seat on the couch, and began to read a book. As soon as he came into the fire light, you noticed the large scars and bruises conversing his body. You didn't want to stare because you knew it was rude, but he did catch you glancing a few times.
"I fell off a broom," he said quickly, but calmly. You knew he was lying, but you weren't sure why. He himself knew that it was a terrible lie, but anything was better than telling the truth; he's a werewolf. Trying to change the subject, because you could tell it was a sensitive topic, you offered him some of your chocolate.
"Yeah thanks," he smiled, as you handed it to him, "I love chocolate. Oh, and I'm Remus, by the way. Remus Lupin."
"I'm (y/n)," you smiled.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, (y/n)," Remus replied.

Young Peter:
You had just entered the castle for the first time. You, and the rest of the first years were being led to the great hall for the sorting hat ceremony.
"What do you thing you'll be?" You were asked by a small blonde haired boy
"I don't know. I think I'll be Ravenclaw, but I hope I get Hufflepuff," you smiled, "what about you?"
"Im hoping I get Gryffindor, but I'm not very brave at all," he replied.
"I think you'd make a great Gryffindor," you replied.
"Peter Pettigrew!" You heard his name called. He got up nervously and the hat was placed on his head.
"Hmmm. Better be...GRYFFINDOR!" You heard the hat say. Peter walked towards the Gryffindor table smiling.
"Congratulations, Peter!" You exclaimed
"Thanks," he was beaming, "what's your name by the way?"
"I'm (y/n)," you smiled.

Young Severus:
You were walking to charms when you noticed a dark haired boy being tormented by a group of Gryffindors in the hallway. Being a Ravenclaw, it isn't really in your nature to be very confrontational, but something in you told you to intervene quickly.
"Stop it!" You yelled at them, "he hasn't done anything to you! Does tearing him down really make you feel bigger?" You were fuming.
"Why do you care so much about Snivellus?" Their leader, James, demanded, mockingly, "do you have a crush on him or something?" You started to blush.
"No! I don't know him!" You replied, "I just know that he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. No one does."
"Whatever," James said, "come on, guys. Let's get out of here." As they left, you turned back to see Snape sitting against the wall. It was taking every inch of his strength to keep himself from crying, and you could tell. You sat down next to him.
"Are you alright?" You asked calmly.
"Yeah. Fine," he whispered quickly, looking down.
"They're probably just jealous," you said, "you seem much smarter than the whole lot of them combined."
"I don't want your pity," he replied quietly, "I'm pathetic. You don't need to be nice about it."
"I don't think you're pathetic," you responded.
"How would you know? You don't even know me," he said looking up at you.
"Hi. I'm (y/n)," you said, "what's your name?"
"Severus. But what does that matter to you?"
"Because now we know each other, and I know you aren't pathetic," you smiled.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I was being rude before. You are the only person who's ever stood up for me, and I say thanks by arguing with you."
"That's alright," you said, "if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll gladly listen!"

Young Lucius:
You were sitting in the courtyard minding your own business when a silver haired boy sat down next to you. You made eye contact for a brief second but went back to your studies.
"Charms?" He asked, looking over at your papers, "it's a joke of a class," he smiled.
"Tell me about it," you laughed, "what's your name?"
"I'm Lucius Malfoy," he replied, "Pureblood. And you?"
"I'm (y/n)," you smiled back, "also Pureblood."
"Good," he responded with a slight smile, "it would be a shame if someone as pretty as you was a mud blood."
You were a little disturbed by this, but didn't think much of it. After all, he wasn't entirely wrong, and he was definitely a looker.