A/N In all honesty, I haven't been in much of the mood for writing Too Good Is True lately. I'm kind of stuck in a pickle with that whole plotline I know where I want to go with it, but I'm not really sure how I'm going to get there. Anyway, I'm sure there are few of you who even know what I'm talking about.
At any rate, I'm able to guarantee from the get go that this 'writing', as I'm afraid to call it, is possibly the biggest load of rubbish I've ever been able to cook up at two a.m. And believe me, I've been able to generate some other pretty pathetic stuff at this hour. Ah, why don't I stop now though, as I do in fact want you to continue reading.
How about I just wish you all a Merry Christmas if you celebrate Christmas, and a happy holiday to everyone else. Happy New Year as well I suppose.
Also—this is a bit of a working title. I'm probably going to end up scrapping this anyway, as it's a choppy piece of rubbish.
DISCLAIMER—ITS JKR's
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The last night of summer could be looked at through a far number of perspectives. To the parents, it's often pointed out as the most wonderful time of the year. To the students; the most dreadful. There are, of course, the few nut cases who actually look forward to this time of year, as it meant being able to return to learning, or to perhaps rid them of their family. To the marauders, however, it was looked at as a night to party, simple as that. A night to celebrate their past and begin to scheme for the future, it certainly was to be a night for the books.
Yeah, sugar and spice and everything nice. Or it was, at least, once you've thrown in a couple bottles of butterbeer, stolen from James Potter's father's stash. And no, not the alcoholic version. It was a known fact that the marauders didn't need alcohol to have a good time.
"Catch!" James insisted, tossing three bottles to his friends around the room. Sirius and Remus both caught theirs with relative ease, but unfortunately Peter's hand-eye coordination wasn't as top notch. With a gasp and a clatter, the butterbeer was smashed onto the floor.
"Oi, nice one Wormtail," Sirius commented, letting out a howl of a laugh along with James and Remus.
"Here's another," said James with a grin, pulling it off the counter and walking it over to his friend to avoid more broken glass. "Do you need me to open it as well?"
"Sod off," Peter muttered, which only made his friends laugh harder.
"Listen! I would like to propose a toast!" James called, climbing up onto the table in the Potter's kitchen. "Here's to the Marauders and their good times in their fifth year at Hogwarts. Here's to the pranks-"
"-To the girls," Sirius added, hopping up next to his best friend on the table and swaying his butterbeer in the air for emphasis.
"Ooh, to torturing Snape!" Peter added from his spot by the fridge, though not as strongly as the others had.
James felt a bit sorry for the poor bloke's lack of confidence, so he nodded in agreement. "Yes! Here here to making Snivellus's life hell!"
"To O.W.L's!" Remus added his two cents, joining James and Sirius on the table. His statement was serious, but he wasn't at all surprised when he was booed and knocked off the table.
"No! To Quidditch, fireworks, and sneaking out past hours!" Sirius cried in a final sort of voice, before taking a swig of butterbeer. James sighed and knocked him off of the table as well.
"Don't drink yet Padfoot! We're not done!"
"What else is there?" He asked sincerely.
"To getting Lily Evans, of course!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You mean to meeting Lily Evans!" James gave his friend the finger, but couldn't really supply a comeback. Because the thing was; what Sirius said was true. It wasn't until the last few days of term the previous year that James had ever even really seen the girl. This fact surprised him, as the moment he laid eyes on her it seemed he couldn't look away. So yes, he didn't actually know her personally yet, but he planned to. When a girl you don't even know manages to grab your mind an entire summer before you've even met her, James figured, was worth getting to know.
"Wait a second," Remus began after they had all paused to take sips of their drinks. "Speaking of fireworks, didn't you say you bought some for tonight?"
James's grin broadened, and he beckoned his friends into the back yard for what was to be quite possibly the loudest firework display in history.
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"You two have grown up into two quite fine men." Mr. Potter announced the next morning to James and Sirius as they stood on the platform saying their goodbyes, booming both on the back.
"Grown up?" Mrs. Potter disagreed on cue, just as she always did. "They're not yet sixteen!"
James rolled his eyes at his mothers comment, but Sirius took this opportunity to sling his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry Mrs. P, we'll always be your little boys!"
Rose Potter pinched his cheek before pulling him into a hug. "Oh Sirius, you're such a sweet, handsome boy. If only James looked half as fine as you. Oh James, don't give me that look, you know I'm only joking." Departing from Sirius's arms, she next dragged her son into a hug and began to squeeze him as if he was a lemon for her lemonade.
James Potter didn't often get embarrassed, but mostly just bored with his mother's over-loving attitude. He took this time to look around the platform for his fellow housemates, and soon found his eye being caught by a thin girl with red hair and the brightest pair of green eyes there ever were. Yes, he had just spotted the 'love' of his life, Lily Evans.
Upon noticing him, Lily gave him a small smile that he easily read as 'hi-I-don't-really-know-you-all-too-well-but-I-reckon-you're-in-my-house-and-I-pity-you-for-having-a-mother-who-hugs-for-ten-minute-periods.
In other words, he figured, she was admitting her love for him.
"Mom, if you don't let go and let me breath pretty soon, you might just get charged for murder."
"Oh, right," she looked a little sad as she let go and he felt a little guilty, so James gave her a quick peck on the cheek goodbye before turning to his father.
"Bye dad." The two shook hands, but their attention was comically diverted as Sirius dove into Mrs. Potters arms once more.
"I'll miss you Mrs. P,"
"Yes dear, I'll miss you too. Be sure to write, the both of you. I'll expect constant updates."
They excused themselves from the two adults moments later in search of Remus and Peter. Well, at least Sirius was searching for them; James seemed to be a bit preoccupied looking for another glimpse of his redhead.
"It's an addiction, mate." Sirius insisted as James continued to stand on tip-toes in order to see over the crowd, even after their two friends had joined them.
"He's right you know. Some people are addicted to drugs, he's addicted to poor miss Evans." Remus concluded as the four began to board the train.
"She is a drug."
"Like a sleeping pill? I agree. Whenever Prongs talks about her I get tired."
"Bloody hilarious, Padfoot. You must think yourself incredibly-"
"Target spotted." Sirius cut in, pretending to speak into a walkie talkie. They had just arrived at the first compartment, and upon opening the door were faced straight on by none other then Lily Evans.
"Why hello my dear Lily. What a surprise running into you here, I didn't know you went to Hogwarts!"
Lily rolled her eyes at Sirius's stupidity. "You guys better go find a compartment. Wouldn't want you to have to sit in the corridor the whole ride."
James held back a grin, as he was quite certain that she wished they did have to sit out in the corridor. Sirius noted her sarcasm too, and this made his grin broaden.
"We were actually planning on staying here. You don't mind, do you?" Her 'yes' was drowned out as the four boys noisily entered the small compartment and began to load their trunks into the corner.
The seating arrangement was tight, as five of Lily's girl friends had already been in the compartment at the marauders arrival. Both Sirius and James dropped comfortably onto the opposite rows so that they were facing each other; Sirius squeezed between two blonds who had been chatting furiously, both of which gave him satisfied grins, and James, who had chosen his place more strategically, had sat himself comfortably next to a girl by the name of Emma. Sure, this girl was rather pretty, which certainly was an up side, but she also happened to be Lily Evan's best friend. By sitting next to her he hoped to have ensured himself with getting his shot with Lily, whom he figured would always remain close by.
And sure enough, moments later he found himself grinning as Lily squeezed between him and Emma.
"Oi! Freckles." Sirius called to Lily upon noticing where she chose to sit. "Have I introduced you to my mate? Freckles, meet Prongs."
"Freckles?" James asked, raising an eyebrow at the red head and grinning.
"Prongs?" She countered.
"Touché."
She smiled at his comment and held out a hand. "I know it's kind of weird to be just saying this now, as we've been going to school together for four years; but it's nice to meet you."
He nodded, "Pleasure."
If only she knew what she was getting herself into.
A/N Let me know what you think. I'm just trying something new here.