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River Phoenix
As
James Potter
Nathalie Emmanuel
As
Hermione Granger
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The excitement of their seventh and final year had been building for the last few weeks, the Marauders had been bouncing after school plans off each other the whole train ride. Now at the beginning of the year feast, three out of the four friends spoke conspiringly with their heads bent close together. Pranks, girls, and jobs were of the top bullet points of discussion. But the spectacled wizard had soon noticed someone was missing from their scheming.
"Oi, Moony!" James harshly whispered. "What are you looking around for?"
Remus jumped slightly, a little embarrassed at being caught not paying attention to the conversation. "I was looking for someone."
"And who is more important than us?" Sirius asked incredulously, clutching at his chest in mock hurt.
"I met a new student on the train today, she should be getting sorted with the first years." Remus ignored Sirius' antics and resumed his perusal of the Great Hall.
"Quit trying to prey on an innocent first year, we've got pranks to plan!" Sirius tugged on the sleeve of the werewolf's robe.
"She isn't a first year," Remus chuckled when his friends heads snapped in his direction, clearly confused. "She's a seventh year."
"Is she hot?"
James rolled his eyes and smacked Sirius on the back of the head, but he too, began to search for this mystery girl when Remus simply nodded in answer to Sirius' question; even Peter seemed interested in trying to catch a glimpse.
The professor's did their usual bits and it was time for the sorting. One by one the Marauders watched impatiently as the first years were sorted, they managed to shout and cheer for new Gryffindor's, but otherwise they were rather subdued. Finally the last student had sat on the stool and the boys looked to Remus in confusion once more.
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James Potter/Hermione Granger one shot✔️
FanfictionHermione goes back in time, does the damn thing and saves Wizarding kind. It's all so cliche, don't read this.