A/N: Not 100% how to do these things but all credits go to JK Rowling. This is my first attempt at writing for many years so I'm grateful for any reviews, good or bad.
If there was one thing that Lily Evans had always admired about the marauders it was their friendship. She could (and would) have whined about their arrogance, scorned at their stupidity and sniggered at their failures but, despite her great talent for picking out each and every one of their flaws, she could not deny that they had a friendship greater than any other. No – it was unlike any other. They were not friends, but brothers. Not brothers, but four parts of the same mind. They were a constant, a rock, an anchor. Indeed, when Lily Evans doubted everything else, when the turbulent world around her became unbearable, she knew that she could look to the marauders and know that nothing had really changed.
And so, when the newly-christened Lily Potter found herself staring into the eyes of death only one thought made her hesitate before she accepted her fate: what had happened?