Post by Prongs™ on May 5, 2007 4:23:12 GMT -5
Hey, Prongs here. 
This is meh fanfic, Fleeting Shadows. It's about the Maroodurs, but it's kinda sad towards the end [I'll post each chapter seperately].
Yeah. Padfoot's probably got you thinking, "wow there are some good writers here" but then you'll see mine and think "well that sucks."
Anyway, chapter one.
This is meh fanfic, Fleeting Shadows. It's about the Maroodurs, but it's kinda sad towards the end [I'll post each chapter seperately].
Yeah. Padfoot's probably got you thinking, "wow there are some good writers here" but then you'll see mine and think "well that sucks."
Anyway, chapter one.
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A sharp chill hung in the air about the towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Frost had taken the place of dew on the grass, giving every blade a tinted hue of icy silver which spread all the way to the Black Lake, which was blanketed by a thin sheet of ice. The weak winter sun cast a bleak watery light over the scene, and this was where James Potter was to be found, gnawing absent-mindedly on a piece of blackened toast.
Although he had his warm, black robes pulled tight around him, it didn't stop the harsh, cold teeth of winter probing at his skin, setting it prickling with goosebumps. But the tall, bespectacled, black-haired teen ignored the chills; his mind was elsewhere. As soon as Sirius was awake, they would cause no end of trouble (of course, if the day wasn't over by then).
Besides, it was the Christmas holidays, and they both knew it was also the perfect excuse to start stirring up their pranks.
Licking the buttery crumbs from his fingers, James picked up a small stone, observed it from several different angles, and slid it across the frozen water. If he was lucky, Sirius might've been awake in a few hours at least; James would probably have to get his friend some toast - it was more than likely that Sirius would miss breakfast again, as he'd done for the past few days now. Even Remus would've been up earlier, and that was saying something.
James let his train of thought divide between thinking up more pranks and wondering what Remus was up to. It wasn't long until the next full moon, the lunar event that gave the boy his Marauder nickname. He hoped Moony had remembered his potion for once. Yes, Slughorn's store cupboard had its uses, and so did Lily Evans' intelligence in Potions (as well as the fact that old Slughorn adored her in every way, shape and form).
Talking of Lily, there she was, solitary as ever at this time of the morning. James couldn't help but let a small smile cross his lips as he felt his heart skip a beat. Thank God Sirius wasn't here, or he'd be at his throat. Maybe once, just once, he'd finally get to talk to Lily alone -
Damnit. Now grease-headed Lucius and Snivellus were on her tail. James felt the anger bubbling in him like a boiling cauldron. Oh, what he would give to show them who was boss...
Wait a second - was she ignoring them?
He saw Malfoy's angry scowl as Lily walked straight on past, and he turned on his heel, striding over-dramatically back to the castle with Snivellus close behind.
Then it hit him. Lily had ignored them - and was making a beeline for him. James' heart was now thudding louder and faster than an African drum. What to say, what to say -
"Hi, James."
There she was. The sun illuminated her from behind, giving her an even more angelic appearence. James was too stunned to speak for a few seconds, but he soon found the words, awkward as they sounded.
"Er... hi, Lily. Nice morning, isn't it?"
"It sure is." Lily tossed her copper hair so it fell unevenly about her shoulders. "Where were you at breakfast? I didn't see you, and Ares brought you mail."
James ran an anxious hand through his messy black hair before replying.
"I... I just wanted a little fresh air. Don't worry, I had some toast."
"I can tell. You've got butter on your nose."
Great. Just when he thought he was having a decent conversation, he had go and have butter on his nose. Nice one. He hastily wiped it off onto his sleeve, before a deep low hoot warned him of the arrival of Ares, his owl. He held up an arm for him to land, and gently untied the letter attatched to his leg. He grinned, recognising Remus' handwriting at once, and slipped the letter into his pocket as Ares took off into the winter sky.
"Who's it from?" Lily enquired.
"Only Remus. I'll read it later."
James let a quiet sigh of adoration escape him, turning the air around him translucent silver as he fet his fingertips brush Lily's. Instead of pulling away, Lily took his hand in hers and slowly, slowly, their lips drew closer. James closed his eyes -
"Tisk, tisk, Potter. Flirting with Evans again, are we?"
Both Lily and James looked up to see Bellatrix, Lucius and Severus watching from the frozen Whomping Willow.
