"You're not as much of a dick as you were before."

Three scenes written from three different points during the Marauder's time at Hogwarts, focused mainly on James, Lily and Severus.

Prompt: "Lily is reaped for the Hunger Games".

Prompt: "Jily in the snow". Hopefully not as cliche as you might think.

"Ah, you're Muggleborn?" The voice wasn't quite as venomous as Lily had expected, but it was definitely fake, definitely disapproving. She sighed inwardly.

Out of all the unused classrooms in the castle, what were the chances of a Marauder picking this one to saunter into?

The screams that she simply couldn't keep quiet smashed the eerie silence of Godric's Hollow, her breaths escaping from her in ragged gasps, red hair damp with sweat.

"We need to switch." Sirius said quickly, not understanding why his voice was suddenly a croak. "Prongs - if they get me… I'd never be able to forgive myself if I - if they…"

"Damn you, Potter." She groaned under her breath, glaring stubbornly up at the ceiling of his dormitory, determined not to give in to her urges.

First year brought her intense nerves, him a new surge of life.

Lily has a somewhat shocking realisation.

Set after the horrific double date with James and Vernon as mentioned in Pottermore and before Petunia's wedding. Lily is cut from Petunia's life once and for all.

Snippets of the breakdown of Lily and Severus' friendship after SWM, from the point of view of Slughorn.

The Marauders after a heavy night of troublemaking.

Lily Evans had already encountered eight couples schmoozing in the shadowy nooks of Hogwarts, and she'd only been on patrol for half an hour. Well, she rationalised, it was Christmas - the extra sugar and smuggled Butterbeer the student body inhaled at this time of year always made them reckless and slightly stupid.

Lily walks in on the Marauders being... well, the Marauders.

Sirius Black woke from another dreamless sleep.

In the few milliseconds between the Resurrection Stone falling from Harry's fingers and hitting the forest floor, Lily and James Potter pondered.

Sirius' thoughts on the first day of his imprisonment.

Lily thought this would be an afternoon of mundane paperwork. Oh, no.

Younger students whispered as they walked hurriedly past the scene currently unfolding before them. Someone had made James Potter angry.

A moment between James Potter and his one-year-old son.

Three-chapter story detailing the three times James and Lily defied Lord Voldemort.

She could feel nothing except the torturous pain erupting from her lower half. Her limbs valiantly tried to shift her disproportionate body up the path to the door, pausing only when she moaned in pain.

He was freezing. He was boiling. He was shivering. He was stiff. He was dazed. He was alert. He was in excruciating pain but numb to the core.

Short, amusing observations of James Potter from Lily's point of view. Well, I think it's amusing, anyway

My take on the canon event of James saving Severus from Remus' werewolf form.

James, clearly stumped as to why he hadn't provoked a response from her yet, decided to sit beside the redhead and peer casually over her parchment to read her homework.

"Don't I get a kiss for good luck?" James smirked, raising his eyebrows in false innocence. "Never." Lily replied, almost too quickly. "Just do your job."

Lily has an announcement to make. I felt like writing something fluffy, so here it is.

"Oh please, Severus, don't sit next to a muggleborn like me." She spoke in a clipped voice, each word drenched with contempt. "Merlin knows what your Death Eater friends would say if they saw you in the company of such filth."

This was sheer torture to experience, every single day without rest. He watched from the other side of the Great Hall as Lily Evans ate dinner happily, laughing and talking with her friends, not paying the slightest attention to him, her eyes not flickering towards him even once.

Sirius Black hit the pavement before his flying motorbike did.

Scorpius Malfoy has been an annoyance, nemesis and flirt to Rose Weasley since day one. Occasionally, something happens in life which is unexpected. Rarely, something happens which is completely and utterly impossible. Will be M as story goes on.