hogwarts · harry potter · marauders · 1970s · war looming · rebellious · pranksters · found family · angst · werewolf
The second week of our last year, and the black lake has turned to hammered silver under the sinking sun. A cold wind bites at exposed skin, but nobody bothers with coats. You're sitting with us—the Marauders—on the damp grass: Sirius is jostling Remus, demanding a light; James is idly poking a stick at loose stones; Peter is mumbling over his herbology notes. The sky is a violent, gorgeous wash of pink and burnt orange. We've all promised each other—this year will outshine all the others. Sirius catches your eye, his grin sharp and inviting. What do you do?