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Fanfiction ► Legacy of the Marauders (an HP story)

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Aug 2, 2005
in my room, where else?
lol, whats the point in Bahamut_Zero coming into E_1's greatest fanfic eva? If he not like E_1's fanfic, he can die in hell. And E_1 will destroy all of Ever Heart's shotguns so sh not go crazy on E_1


Aug 2, 2005
in my room, where else?
Poetry and Marshmallows

"Let's race to the front door," recommended ever-competitive James.

"Okay, as long as it's a skipping race, not running," agreed Peter.

Sirius and James looked horrified. "A Marauder never skips!"

"We did at the Christmas feast," he reminded them.

"Then we broke rule number 119 of the Marauders' Code!" raged James. Until now he had been the only Marauder never to break a rule; Remus had fallen in love (James would, too, but he did not know it yet.), Peter had chickened out of a dare once in third year, and Sirius told Snape about Remus and the Whomping Willow. "I can NOT believe this happened!!! I swore to myself I would not ever disobey the Marauders' Code!" James got out of the car and ran into a tree. Repeatedly. For an hour.

He ceased when Sirius bellowed, "Idiot, it's dinner time!" from inside the cottage. Sirius and the others had entered the Lupin's dwelling without racing or skipping and were now seated in the blue-tiled kitchen around a circular, wooden table that was laden with Remus' favourites: Pickles&Chocolate, easy cheese, chocolate covered strawberries, and cereal with fun-shaped marshmallows.

All of the chairs were taken when the bespectacled boy with a large bruise on his head came in, so he picked up the chair Sapphire was sitting and tilted it so that she slid off into the individual's lap in the chair left of hers; Sirius Black.

Acting as though he had done nothing unnatural, James sat down and proceeded to eat the cereal.

Everyone was staring at him, too shocked to move or speak, except Sapphire, who leapt off of Sirius' lap as if it were a hot potato, and exclaimed, "How could you do that?!"

James looked at her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He got up and Sapphire sat back down. James picked up the chair again and dropped her onto the lap of the one sitting to the right of her; Remus Lupin.

Sirius smiled. "That's the way it should have been done the first time," he commented approvingly.

"I know," replied James. "I was not thinking."

"Are you sure you were thinking this time?" questioned Remus, face flushed. He loved Sapphire, but this situation was rather awkward.

"I would say so, since she hasn't moved yet," James chortled.

That remark caused both Remus and Sapphire to turn as red as the strawberries on the table, though the strawberries did not look red because they were covered with chocolate.

(You sat at the computer thinking, "Well, duh!")

Sapphire got off of Remus, putting her hands on his shoulders for support and balance that she clearly did not need as she did so. If the room had been empty there is a strong possibility that she would have stayed there.

Remus tore his eyes away from Sapphire to look pleadingly at his mother. "Could you conjure up another chair?"

Obligingly, Gloria reached into her robes to pull out her wand, but John gently placed his hand on her arm and shook his head. She looked at him quizzically.

"It would simply solve everyhing if you made another chair, and watching this is a lot more fun," explained John with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes that Remus often had.

Remus did not have it now, though. He looked genuinely annoyed. "Fine then. I'll just set up the sleeping bags and Sapphire can have my seat," Remus declared and he stalked off to his bedchamber.

Sapphire stated, "I will go help him; I am full anyway." She followed Remus to his room and shut the door behind her.

"Should we worry?" asked John instantly.

"I don't think so," Gloria answered. "You are the one that watches porn, not Remus."

Thinking about the safari elephants, John nodded.

But perhaps they should have been nervous...


After they laid two sleeping bags on the floor Sapphire gestured to Remus' bunk bed and inquired, "Which one of your friends gets to use your bottom bed? You know they are all going to want to."

Remus shrugged. "They can compete for it."



She laughed, "Lucky for them I am sleeping on the couch because I'm great at hula-hooping."

Remus enveloped her in her arms. "You are great at everything."

Her heart began to beat faster. "Thanks, Remmy."

"You're welcome, my precious gem," answered Remus softly, holding her tighter and staring into her eyes. She had amazing eyes; everything about her was beautiful to him. Sometimes it hurt how much he loved her.

Sapphire could feel his affection as he held her. She wanted him to know that she returned his feeling without question, so she pressed her body against him and after planting a gentle kiss on his lips she whispered, "Speaking of everything, you are absolutely everything to me."

He beamed at her warmly and got an idea. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course. Why?"

"I want to try something with you."

"Okay, what do you want to try?"

Remus gave her a meaningful look.

"Oh." She blushed, but smiled. "Whatever pleases you, my love."

Happily, Remus guided her over to his bed...


"You have more heart-shaped marshmallows than I do!" Sirius told Peter, outraged.

"Well, you have more star marshmallows than I do," he retorted.

"Let's trade some," suggested Sirius.

Obediently, Peter took a few heart marshmallows out of his bowl and exchanged them for some of Sirius' stars.

"Hey, all I have are clovers," complained James. "Someone trade with me."

"No one likes clovers," Sirius informed.

"Sure they do," returned James casually. "Peter, trade some with me."

Sirius instructed, "No, don't. Clovers are useless."

Peter looked between Sirius and James in bewilderment; he knew not who to agree with. "Uh, I'm not hungry anymore." He pushed his unfinished bowl away from him (a rare phenomenon) and hastily excused himself from the table to go assist the logical couple in Remus' room. Once he opened the door, however, he wished he had remained in the kitchen.

He screamed as shrilly as a five-year old girl and tried to run out of the cottage. James caught him before he reached the exit. "What's the matter?"

Peter whimpered fearfully, "Remus and Sapphire were doing..." He lowered his voice to almost below a whisper, "the unthinkable."

James raised his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"They were on Remus' bottom bed and they were...they were..." It seemed too painful for him to go on.

This captured Sirius' interest as well. "Spit it out!"

"They were reciting romantic poems!" Peter broke into sobs.

"Not poetry!" wailed James. "Anything but that!" He began weeping also, and Sirius had to hold him because he was shaking so violently.

Gloria attempted to soothe them. "It is all right. I mean, they are old enough and they love each other. Just because they like poetry does not change who they are."

Now, all three of them were crying.

John asked, "Do you want to sign my cast?"

Immediately, their tears were replaced with grins. "YES!"

While they were decourating John's cast Remus and Sapphire came out. "Is something going on?" questioned Remus.

"Yep," responded his fellow Marauders.



"Did I do something wrong?"

Peter cried, "You ruined my innocence!"

"How?" Remus asked, perplexed.

"I saw and heard you saying sappy poems."

"Is that all?"

"You don't care?!"

"I do not think poetry is evil."

"I do. I don't want to sleep on that bed because you recited poetry on it."

"Suit yourself. I guess James and Sirius can compete for it then."

Sirius finished dotting the "i" in his name with a heart and asked, "Can we have the contest now?"

"If you want to," the werewolf said.

"I'll get the hula-hoops!" announced Gloria. She left and returned with neon pink, plastic hoops.

James and Sirius eagerly took them, slipped them around their waists, and commenced rotating.

Forty-five minutes later they were still going. "Are you done yet?" whined Peter.

"Nope," they said in unison.

"Will you be done soon?"


Peter sighed.

John brightened. "I know, I'll distract you and see if you can keep going." Without awaiting anyone's reply he provided the best distraction ever. Have you ever seen a man with a broken leg dance the robot while singing "Superfreak?" Well, they did.

Everyone broke into guffaws of laughter and James and Sirius' concentration abated, but Sirius' hoop clattered to the floor first.

"No!" he exclaimed. "I'm rich; I can't sleep on a floor! I'll die! Do you hear me? Die! I'll be 100% not living, okay? That means dead, perished, deceased, passed on, gone to the light at the end of the tunnel, kicked the bucket, gone to Davey Jone's locker, lost my favourite bottle cap!!! UNDERSTAND? If I die then I won't breathe, my heart won't beat, and I won't look sexy anymore! Don't you all know I'm too sexy to die?"

All the occupants of the room took a few steps back from Sirius and remained silent and fearful.

Eventually, Sapphire said carefully, "I do not know if you're sexy, but I do know that 'lost my favourite bottle cap' is not an expression used to describe death."

"It's not?"


"Oh, well, in that case I can sleep on the floor."

When the four Marauders retreated to Remus' "den" to either go to bed or go to floor three of them edged as far away from a certain dog animagus as possible.


Aug 2, 2005
in my room, where else?
Chaotic Christmas

Sapphire had been content to sleep on the couch away from the boys' antics until one morning, Christmas morning to be exact; she woke up surrounded by darkness in what seemed to be a very small space. Needless to say, she began to scream.

"Shh," hissed a nearby voice.

"Sirius?" she queried.

"Hush. Yes, we put you in a box to give you to Remus for Christmas."

She could not believe what she was hearing. "You can't give me to him as a gift! He already knows I belong to him."

"Aww, that's so sweet," squealed Peter, a bit too femininely for comfort. There was a light clapping sound as if someone had just slapped somebody else on the back of the head. A second later Peter yelped, "Ouch!"

"Just play along," James nearly begged. "With our little additions it'll be really funny."

Additions? What might they be? Sapphire decided she'd rather not know. "Whatever."

"Good morning, Moony!" called Sirius joyously as a door clicked open. "Come open your present."

"Well." She heard Remus hesitate. "Shouldn't we wait for Sapphire?"

"She's in the loo, and said she wouldn't be out for a while. Maybe she's having a bath or something." James' lie was presented in his usual confident tones without any uncertain pauses. Much as Sapphire hated deception, she had to admit that James, and probably Sirius too, was good at it.

"What's the 'or something' she could be doing?" wondered Peter.

"Use your imagination," James replied, still looking at Remus.

Peter, as always, complied without consideration. He envisioned Sapphire standing on the toilet singing, "The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round" in a scratchy voice. He would have laughed, but then he remembered what a lovely and powerful singing voice she had and his fantasy faded. The Marauders can all sing well and are good at magic, and so are their girlfriends. He actually had never heard Jessie or Lily sing, but assumed they could. (Truthfully, both of them could carry a tune, though they were not precisely excellent singers.) What can I do? Someday... Someday I'll do something special.

"Okay," Remus reluctantly agreed. "But we're not opening any others without her.'

"Whatever floats your boat," said James.

"No, Prongs, it's 'whatever makes your skirt fly up," Sirius corrected.

Sapphire was about to reprimand Sirius for his sexist remark, but stopped herself. She hadn't restrained herself because it would ruin this peculiar surprise, yet because she recalled with amusement that Sirius had once worn a skirt.

Suddenly, she became aware that Remus was very near the box. It was not that she had heard him approach, but rather that she felt the closeness of his presence. The noise of the careful manner in which Remus tore off and refolded the wrapping seemed to be directly beside her ears. The process took almost five minutes and she knew that anyone who simply ripped the paper off could have done the task in less than a minute, although unlike the other Marauders, whom she could tell without having to see them were shaking with impatience, she always appreciated Remus' attention to little details. I bet that makes him a good lover, she thought. She shook herself mentally. Where did that come from? For the first time she was grateful to be inside the dark box, for no one could see her blush.

(Minerva's Note: The naughty thought had come from the "bad" part of her mind. You know how they say everyone has good and bad in them... I have a good side that makes me use pencil shavings as confetti and a bad side that causes me to drink- DUN, DUN, DUN- flavoured water!)

"It's a lovely music box, guys," Remus commented courteously. "But, it's rather big, isn't it?"

"Not at all," James cheerfully responded.

Peter urged, "Open it."

Before Sapphire had a chance to blink Remus lifted up the lid and she shot up on a spring she had not realized she'd been attached to. The tune of "Here Comes the Bride" echoed through the room from the music box. Sapphire's look of surprise was mirrored on Remus' face.

Ignoring his comrades' guffaws, Remus took out his wand and muttered, "Accio Sapphire!" She zoomed off the spring into his arms and he toppled over beneath her weight. Not that she was fat; she wasn't, however (to be blunt) she was very well-endowed, thus this caused her to be heavier than Remus' figure that was considerably frail so close to full moon. "How did you get in there?" questioned Remus, pulling himself and Sapphire to their feet. "I'm willing to bet my diary-"

"Guys have journals, not diaries," James reminded him.

"My journal," continued Remus amiably, "that it wasn't your idea to climb in."

"No," Sapphire agreed. "I just woke up in there."

Remus rounded on his friends quick as someone caught in their birthday suit and running away. "You made her wake up in darkness? She's terrified of the dark! I thought I dreamed her shouting, but I guess she really did."

"Sorry, Saphy, we didn't know," explained Sirius truthfully. "Why are you afraid of the dark anyway?"

Her normally cheerful blue eyes grew stormy. "When I was younger my dad used to do things to me in the dark."

Sirius slipped a brotherly arm around her. "What things?" he asked gently.

She knew Sirius had family problems also, so he could most likely handle it, but could James and Peter? She gazed at Remus, the only individual that knew all of her secrets, uncertainly. Once he nodded his approval she took a deep breath and replied, "He would force me to watch him eat bananas."

Harmonized gasps of sympathy erupted from James and Sirius' lips. Peter gave his girlish shriek and ran into Remus' room, where he hid underneath the covers. "Holey sheet!"

Gloria rushed in immediately, forgetting her fuzzy slippers and wand on her bedside table. "What is it?"

"The sheet has a hole in it," Peter wailed.

"Sapphire had to watch her father eat bananas in the dark," Sirius said at the same moment.

Remus' mother decided to attend to the more serious issue; she embraced Sapphire empathetically. "It's okay, I had to watch my aunt eat oranges in the dark and I turned out fine."

"Wait a minute," James remarked, and everyone could truly see the light bulb shining above his head. "How can you watch someone do anything in the dark? After all, it's...dark."

John hobbled in on his crutches. "Don't ask such obvious questions, James. Can't you see they're traumatized?"

James saw Gloria angrily brush away her tears and Sapphire lean against Remus' shoulder for comfort, choking back sobs at her painful memories. "I'm sorry," James somberly murmured.

They nodded acknowledgement as Peter came in flailing his arms and crying, "HOLEY SHEET!" at the top of his lungs.

"Don't use that kind of language in this house," John instructed sternly.

Peter held up the fabric. "But you don't understand; there really are holes, so it's a holey sheet."

"No, you don't understand," countered John. "Terms like that are never acceptable. It's holy shit, never holey sheet, just like it's damb, never darn, got it?"

Peter gave in, as he typically did so easily, and returned the sheet to the bed.

"Can we open the gifts Santa brought now?" Sirius inquired, clapping his hands together eagerly.

"You still believe in Santa?" asked Gloria, shocked.

James, Sirius, and Peter inclined their heads simultaneously.

John fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well, there are no gifts from him because, uh, we all know he's not real."

"What?!" shouted James.

Gloria patted his back reassuringly. "You're seventeen, boys. You should know the truth."

"But he is real," Peter insisted.

"They are correct, there is no Santa," stated Remus and Sapphire in business-like tones.

"Of course there is," came Sirius' stubborn reply. "Only adults think like that. If that's the way your minds work it's no wonder you are reciting poetry together already. I mean, shagging like rabbits is one thing, but reciting poetry is a big step."

Sapphire ignored the heat that filled her body at the thought of the former and said slowly and clearly as if to Crabbe or Goyle learning to count, "Listen, Santa-is-not-real."

All of a sudden the front door burst open and a very thin man in a scarlet suit with what suspiciously appeared to be a fake white beard ambled in. "Oh really, I'm not?" he asked. His voice was colder than the ice cream in the Lupin's freezer.

Peter shuddered at the sound of it. "Santa?" he uttered cautiously.

"Naturally, it's me you bloody- er, darling little boy."

James walked over and poked his skinny stomach. "Where's your jolly belly?"

The man looked into the young Marauder's hazel eyes with his own piercing crimson ones. "Ever hear of a diet?" was the cool answer.

"What diet did you go on?"


"That's a diet? I thought it was a tragic condition."

"No, it's definitely a diet."

"You're positive?"

"I'm totally certain."

"Only idiots are totally certain," James pointed out, taking off his glasses and cleaning them as if this simple action proved he possessed intelligence. In fact, both he and Sirius were intellectual; they usually preferred not to show it.

"Are you sure?" he questioned James.

"I'm totally certain." The bespectacled boy slapped himself in the forehead, realising he had shown that he was an idiot.

The man was growing tired of this game. "Look, anorexia is a diet, all right?"

"If you say so."

"Stop it!" Remus exclaimed. "That is NOT Santa! It's that psycho wizard from the Daily Prophet that's been murdering Muggles!" He was terribly anxious since his father was a Muggle.

"Silencio!" commanded the man.

Uselessly, Remus attempted to speak to his friends before sitting down, rubbing his temples and trying to think of a plan.

"Santa, you know magic?" Sirius queried in admiration. "Me too!"

"I know," he said slyly. "I came to ask if you talented seventh years wanted to join my group of, um, elves."

Peter, James, and Sirius' faces lit up with excitement.

"No!" Sapphire had tears streaming down her cheeks, yet she did not care. She lunged forward and tore the disguise off of "Santa." Voldemort's menacing form was revealed.

"You insolent bitch," he hissed, smacking Sapphire to the floor. "I would've had them."

"Where did Santa go?" gasped Peter.

Sirius' eyes flashed. "Voldemort killed Santa!"

"He must die!" declared James.

Voldemort pointed his wand at them. "None of you have anything to defend yourselves with," he taunted.

Sapphire mouthed an instruction to Remus and an instant later the werewolf was doing a split on the floor.

Voldemort clutched his crotch at the thought of doing a split and fled, threatening, "You haven't seen the last of me!"

"We'll be ready for him," said James confidently.

"But he's a Santa-killer," whispered Peter.

"Which is exactly why we need to be, and therefore will be, ready for him," Sirius concurred with James.

Peter was not convinced.

Gloria went into her bedroom and came back with her wand (She figured if she tried to earlier Voldemort would have murdered everyone.) and charmed the return of Remus' voice.

The second his speech was back Remus questioned worriedly, "Are you all right, my beautiful jewel?"

"I guess," responded Peter.

John informed, "He wasn't talking to you."

"Oh," said Peter meekly.

Sapphire touched her face where she'd been hit tentatively. The pain almost made her want to cry, but there would be no permanent damage. "I'll live," she told Remus with slight grimness.

"You were so brave," he complimented, making his pride in her evident. He leaned down to kiss her when James demanded, "Wait."

Remus let out a small exasperated sigh, his lips centimeters from Sapphire's mouth. "Why?"

"Just hold on for a minute." James ran wildly around the flat, throwing random objects out of drawers and closets. Finally, James found what he was seeking. He darted back over to the couple and held mistletoe above their heads. "Now snog."

Was that necessary? thought Remus, however, he did not ask since kissing his beloved was more important than questioning his friends peculiar behaviour at that moment.

"Can we open presents?" whined Peter.

"I don't see why not," Gloria stated.

Sirius reminded the rest of the Marauders, "We gotta sing our Christmas carol first."

"What's that?" Sapphire curiously asked.

The Marauders stood in a row and sang in harmony:

"On the first day of Christmas the Marauders of Hogwarts got a Whomping Willow tree.
On the second day of Christmas the Marauders of Hogwarts got two angry professors,
and a Whomping Willow tree.
On the third day of Christmas the Marauders of Hogwarts got three mischievious animagi,
two angry professors,
and a Whomping Willow tree."

They continued up until:

"On the twelfth day of Christmas the Marauders of Hogwarts got twelve howlers from their parents,
eleven times Lily rejected Prongs,
ten legendary prank ideas,
nine tests Wormatail failed,
eight dead Snapes,
seven of Moony's sappy love poems,
six girls Padfoot has snogged,
four secret passages,
three mischievious animagi,
two angry professors,
and a Whomping Willow tree!"

Gloria and John laughed hysterically as they applauded.

Sapphire clapped, though, as they all bestowed great gifts like cereal crumbs upon each other, she could not help but ponder number three of the Marauders' "innocent" parody of The Twelve Days of Christmas. Could James, Sirius, and Peter have become animagi for Remus?


Aug 2, 2005
in my room, where else?
Minds (I Wish I Had One)

Sapphire and the Marauders, despite how much they loved Hogwarts, had been reluctant to return to school because of all the fun they'd been having. By the last day of December, however, they had gotten back into the natural habit of attending classes and eating in the Great Hall.

The Marauders were in the library reading astronomy books (Well, Remus was reading; the others were looking at the moving pictures.) when Peter dully observed, "It's New Year's Eve."

James looked up from his book, horror-stricken. "Merlin, it is, and we haven't planned a party!"

Sirius leapt up. "Not to worry, Prongs. I'll just go to Hogsmeade to get the necessary supplies while you tell the Gryffindors not to make any other plans for tonight." He winked at James, who chuckled rather maniacally.

This caught Remus' attention. "What supplies? What are you guys planning?"

They replied with identical silent grins of mischief; never a good sign.

Remus groaned apprehensively as they left.


In the common room a little over an hour later all of the sixth and seventh years (the others were sent to bed for being "too young") had been coerced by James and Sirius to partake in what promised to be some very interesting festivities.

James announced, "We're going to play-"

"Wait a minute." Lily stood up. "Why do you get to decide what we do?"

"Because this was our idea," pointed out Sirius easily.

Jessie stood beside the redhead. "Still, this party is for all of us, isn't it? We should get to choose an activity too."

Sirius and James shared a glance. They loved the way those two girls challenged their authority when none of the others dared to do so, though they certainly didn't want them to know that particular insight.

"What did you have in mind?" James asked, showing that they would listen to a suggestion, but they might not adhere to it.

It was Jessie and Lily's turn to share a glance. They hadn't thought that far. They just enjoyed giving James and Sirius a hard time because they realized it was good for them since nobody else did, and they understood that for some reason the boys actually liked to be challenged.

"Word association," said Sapphire, coming to their rescue.

"What's that?" questioned Olivia. She was one of Jessie's sixth year dorm mates. Her grades were as low as Peter's and her hair was dyed all the colors of the rainbow.

Sapphire answered, "Someone says a word and then everybody takes a turn saying the first word that pops into their head."

Almost everyone wanted to see the game demonstrated before they tried it, so the Marauders and Sapphire, since it was her idea, agreed to do it first. "We need a word," Remus requested.

"Study," someone called.

Sapphire volunteered the first word that came to her brain, "Often."

"Books," said Remus.

"Shagging," supplied Sirius.

"Quidditch," James stated.

"Food," mumbled Peter.

"Okay," Lily said, a bit confused by some of the responses. "Your next word is: respect."

"Everyone," Sapphire instantly said.





"Riiight..." Jessie commented, just as perplexed as Lily. "Next word: vacation."






Somebody suggested the term, "Rain."






Jessie sighed, "This is ridiculous! Why do guys have such one-track minds?"

"The same reason girls constantly change their minds," retorted Sirius.

"Don't go there," warned Jessie.

"I think I am going to go there," Sirius countered. "I'm going to go there, buy a souvenir, and come back again."

"You wouldn't!" screeched Jessie incredulously.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sirius provocatively queried.

"You're too thick."

"Well, you're moody."

"You're reckless."

"You're annoying."

"You're conceited."

"You're picky."

"You're unforgiving."

"You're beautiful." Sirius hadn't meant to say that, even though he thought it was true. He mentally kicked himself. Ouch, his brain yelped.

Jessie stared at Sirius. "What?"

Now that it was said Sirius couldn't take it back, so he had to go with it. "You're even more than beautiful; you're gorgeous and breath-taking."


"No," responded Sirius. "Those things don't even describe you because you are so amazing you need a word all your own. How about breath-beaugeous?"

"Sirius!" Jessie pushed him against the wall.

He swallowed nervously. Why is she angry? What did I do?

"That's the sweetest thing I ever heard," said Jessie and kissed him.

Remus whispered to James, "Breath-beaugeous is the sweetest thing she's ever heard?"

"She must ride a unicycle," James whispered back.

"What does a unicycle have to do with it?"




Lily rolled her eyes at Sirius and Jessie and questioned, "What are we going to play next?"

"I never," James replied.

"That's the name of the game?" questioned Lily.


"Are you going to tell us how to play?"

"Nah, I figured I'd make everyone do it without explaining it," said James, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Remus swiftly found a towel and cleaned up all the sarcasm that had dripped.

Before Lily could respond, Peter, who never ever understood sarcasm, suggested, "Then maybe Sirius should explain."

"Sirius is busy," Remus reminded him, wringing out the towel.

With a sound like a sucking plunger Sirius and Jessie stopped snogging and Sirius said, "It's okay. I'll do it."

"But I wanted to," James groused.

"You can hand out the supplies."


Sirius addressed the common room, "The way to play-"

"Haha! That rhymes," laughed Peter.

"-Is everyone gets a glass of alcohol. We take turns saying things that we never did and everyone that has done it has to take a sip," continued Sirius as if there had been no interruption. "Any questions?"

A few hands shot up. Sirius put on his most professor-like expression while he acknowledged and answered them one by one.

"Could you give us an example?"


"Will you give us an example?"

"Ya. If I say 'I never drove a car' anyone who has driven a car has to take a sip."

"Who wins?"

"The last one sober."

"Have you ever played before?"

"Course I have with the Marauders. Remus always wins."

"Could we start now?"


"Will we start now?"


James handed everyone a goblet filled to the brim with a curious rose coloured beverage. "I'll start," he said. "I never wore nail polish."

All of the girls and Peter had worn nail polish, thus they each took a sip. The liquid had a tangy, creamy taste that Lily had never tried before and she discovered that she liked it very much. Perhaps, too much.

"I never went a week since third year without snogging a girl," proclaimed Sirius proudly. Everyone sipped his or her goblets and Sirius laughed in triumph.

Olivia volunteered, "I never drank ink."

No one sipped.

Smirking at Sirius, Remus remarked, "I never hit on a teacher."

The dog animagus scowled at his lycanthropic mate as he raised his goblet to his lips.

"I never spend less four hours studying for a test," Sapphire supplied, causing everybody to drink.

Jessie commented, "I never enjoy spending time with my mum."

Sirius was the only individual that did not take a swig. Disliking their mothers was something he and Jessie had in common.

Lily informed, "I never sing in the shower."

It took James a moment to focus enough to drink along with almost everyone else in the common room because he had been imagining Lily in the shower.

Sapphire stood up and gaited clumsily towards the girls' staircase.

"Where are you going?" Jessie asked her older sister.

"Sleep," answered Sapphire. "I've had too much to drink already. I am going to bed before I say or do anything stupid." She kissed Remus lightly and went to her dorm.

The others saw the wisdom in her action and returned to their dormitouries as well. All except for James and Sirius, who remained behind to clean up. Remus offered to help them, however, transformation was tomorrow, so they insisted that he get rest.

"I think we did a swankified job making a last minute party," commented Sirius as he literally patted himself on the back.

"Swankified, indeed," nodded James.

"James, I need to talk to you," stated Lily reemerging from the girls' dorms.

"Okay," James told her. "Talk to me."

Lily's gaze wandered to Sirius. "Alone."

Sirius shrugged and strode up the boys' steps, knowing that he was leaving his best friend by himself in the common room at night with the girl of his dreams and a half empty bottle of alcohol. He hoped that James would have an exciting tale to tell the rest of the Marauders in the morning.

"Well?" James prompted.

"Look, um, remember how I said I needed time to think about that kiss?" Lily began awkwardly.

James nodded and silently prayed to every deity he had ever heard that her reaction would be positive.

"I decided that I, er, liked it...a lot, and that I like you too. I mean, you're not so arrogant that you disgust me anymore; you're just confident in an adorable way and you're funny and smart, so..." She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and asked, "Will you go out with me?"

"Oui! Si! Ja! Etiam!" He picked Lily up and spun her around. "Yes!"

She laughed. "I think this calls for a celebration." She picked up two goblets and filled them with the unreasonably delicious alcohol that remained in the bottle. Raising her goblet she said, "Cheers to..."

"Cinderella's slipper," finished James. Lily must have looked as confused as she felt because he explained, "I have not been this happy since the prince found out Cinderella was his true love by having the slipper fit her foot." She shrugged and they hit their glasses together and drank deeply.
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