Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I would list the rightful owners of the characters, but as I plan to use so many different ones, it really isn't worth taking up that many pages. Just know, they're not mine, and I can only wish they were…
Sins of Angels: I decided to do something fun. So Lily and the Marauders have landed themselves in a spot of trouble. They fell into a story. A lot of stories. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Sucked In
Ever been sucked into a story? Become so engrossed in a book it envelops your senses and toys with your mind? Brings you to the brink of tears or makes you cry out in joy? Has you imagine the characters as if they were right there with you, happily grinning and playing it out as you read it?
I feel that way every time I pick up a muggle book. Filled with imaginations and worlds that I can only visit by staring at the small black letters, books have always had that effect on me. I'll spend every free second I have reading, even if I only get enough time for a sentence. Sometimes, I'll stay awake at night, trying desperately to figure out what happens.
So you can imagine that, by the time I was sixteen, books have cast a spell on me…excuse the pun. It's rather unfortunate that I must share this age, this year, and this house with the four biggest idiots I have ever met.
Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black and, of course, James Potter, each one progressively worse than the one before him. They have the audacity to call themselves "The Marauders", and cause so much trouble I'm frankly surprised they haven't been expelled.
Well, okay, Remus isn't that bad. I mean, he did make it to Prefect, at least…although, with such limited choices, how could he not? And Peter…Peter just keeps to himself, when he's not laughing at Potter's jokes or Black's pranks. But the other two, well, they're in a class of their own.
So you can imagine, again, my anger when I discovered a madly laughing Black jumping up and down on the couch with a grinning Potter right beside him, reading aloud the book I had spent all last night looking for. Peter was, as expected, smiling broadly at his two idols. And Remus was staring at his Potions book, his eyes unmoving.
"Give it back," I said quietly, struggling to keep my cool.
"Go out with me, Evans, and maybe we will," Potter said, grinning again and ruffling his hair.
"Give it back," I said again, a little louder. The boys laughed. However, I was definitely not in a joyous mood.
"Wolverine?" Sirius was saying, frowning as he turned the book upside down, and then sideways. "Who the hell has claws coming out of his hands?"
I shut my eyes. It was a personal weakness of mine to like comic books, and I have kept it secret…until now. "Give it back, Black!" I said firmly, a bit too loudly.
"And this Rouge girl? She's mental, she is! She knows what will happen when she touches someone, but does it all the same. This whole lot should be in Azkaban!"
"Sirius," Potter said, once again grinning at me. "I do believe what you have in your hands is a muggle comic book."
"A comic what? Honestly, Prongs, that Muggle Studies course can't have been good for your head, mate."
"Well, from what I understand, only muggles with the bookishness of Moony would like these books. I think the term I'm looking for is nerd?"
"Shut up," I mumbled quietly, staring at the floor. Nerd. There's a word that brought back good old Petunia. I'll be damned if they start calling me that too.
"But I also understand that girls who read these are considered…what word am I looking for…" he carried on, as if he didn't hear me. He turned towards me. "Can you help me out, Evans?"
"Don't say it," I warned him. He grinned.
"Or what, Evans? You don't propose to hex me, do you?"
"Don't," I repeated, still looking at my feet.
"You do propose to…hang on, I just remembered. The correct term for a girl who likes comic books was…freak!" he said happily. My head snapped up.
"What did you call me?" I asked icily. The idiot grinned again.
"A freak, Evans. I trust you've heard it before…"
I snapped. Just as the tiniest push could send someone off a cliff, this meaningless taunting broke through my wall. Fortunately for me, it was met with rage and hatred, instead of sorrow and self-hate. I screamed. Black stopped jumping and Potter's stupid grin vanished. I felt the magic unleash itself and shoot out through my body. The castle shook. There was a pulse of magic, as if an earthquake had hit. Remus stood up.
"Lily," he said reproachfully. "Lily, calm down."
"I told you to put the book down, Black, didn't I?" I said coldly. He dropped he book. I smiled. I was no longer that timid first-year they had knocked down in Diagon Alley. I wasn't that girl who had to walk around with purple skin for a week. No, now I was someone to be taken seriously, wasn't I? The fear in their eyes was evident. There's a certain power in "accidental" magic, and I was drunk with it. I smiled even more, which cause Potter to giggle nervously and Sirius to smile at me as if I were mad. I was really enjoying this. I was…
…Falling. I was falling and so were the four Marauders. The floor beneath us had vanished, and we were hastily approaching what looked like a page out of a book.
"Evans, what the bloody hell did you do?" Black screamed at me.
I looked down. I must be mad. I have no control of what on earth happened, but I would be damned if I admit it. "What's the matter, Black?" I bluffed. "Afraid you can't handle it?"
He frowned at me. "Handle it? Evans, it's out of your control!"
"I meant to do this!" I lied, in what I hoped was a believable tone.
"Good, then make it stop!" Potter said, frowning again.
I smiled nervously, eyeing the book page we were soon going to hit. Think, Lily, there must be some way to stop this.
I was spared the trouble by the fact that we landed on the page and bounce as if we were landing on a bed. As I got to my feet, the page became as hard as ground. Floating books, each one with a gold cover and gold-edged pages surrounded us. I carefully walked closest to the nearest one and opened it. The pages were solid gold, and the letters were written in silver, sticking out of the page.
"What's going on?" Potter asked me. I shrugged. My finger traced the bottom of the page and, suddenly, we weren't in the book place anymore. The background became fuzzy and then focused itself and I screamed. This couldn't be right. "Where are we?" Potter asked again, this time more angrily. I looked around at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning and fainted.
Sins of Angels: I actually replaced this chapter, because I found some really simple mistakes in my rereading. I apologize to those who had to read the chapter with those annoying technical errors, like the fact that the X-Men are at the Xavier Institue for Higher Learning, not the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. If anyone notices mistakes like that, let me know. They drive me insane in stories I read, soI don't want to do that to anyone. Thanks!