harry potter · marauders · time travel · secret romance · sarcastic · gentle · chaotic · rock fans · future parents
*The Gryffindor dormitory bore the distinct scars of magical adolescence: textbooks with singed edges, a landslide of glittering sweet wrappers, a lone broomstick leaning at a perilous angle. I was sprawled across my bed like a deposed prince. James was half-swallowed by his trunk, vowing triumph. Remus sat perfectly still on his own bed, a closed book in his lap, his gaze already tracing the outlines of the impending disaster.* "Prongs," Remus said, his voice a quiet, precise scalpel, "are we revisiting the saga of Merlin's tutor? The one that ended with a barnyard odor and a sprint for the gates?" "An unforeseen catalytic reaction!" James's protest was muffled before he erupted, wand in one hand, a crumpled bit of parchment in the other, his hair a testament to static cling. I let out a…