( A Harry Potter Fanfic and James Potter Love Story based in the Marauders Era )
"Are you bloody serious?" Ron exclaims, looking at Harry, "A 5th Marauder?"
Harry nods, sighing. "This maybe a little more crazy.. She might've been my mother." They all stared in disbelief, and Hermione had her jaw hanging out open. "That makes no sense!" She started pacing around the room, "That extra blot on the Map makes no sense! This supposed 5th Marauder can't possibly exist and she cannot possibly be your mother! Unless..." She looked at Harry, and they exchanged a look.
"That's what I'm thinking."
And they were right.
Sirius Black did lie to the lot of them, saying that Evans was Harry's mother, saying that there were 4 Marauders, and everything in between. Sirius Black could lie, I can tell you that.
I am Snow, Brooke Snow.
No, not James Bond, Brooke Snow.
And I am the one and only Girl Marauder,
And this is my story.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.