The Unremarkables

A/N So.. Er, hi. This is my first fanfiction (#virgout), as will become painfully obvious as time continues. I did just start High School and I am a remarkably disorganised person, so I wouldn't be expecting some amazing bursts of chapters frequently blasting out of thin air... Just letting you know.

I'm not expecting an awful lot of readers or anything (again, first try) so if you do leave me a review I will do my best to reply, or at the very least acknowledge you when I update each chapter - although, once again, don't count on me!

Brief storyline, so nobody is confused; I've always loved this story in my head of an AU where Lily and James (having just graduated from Hogwarts) are still at a bad point in their relationship. But the Order of the Pheonix have decided that they need to resort to the most dangerous plan in their attempts to destroy Voldemort - send Lily, James and Sirius into the future to find out how they defeated the Dark Lord (if, of course) they have. Completely aware of all the timeline issues, they still go ahead with it. They land in Harry's sixth year, and of course meet him and have emotions, blahblahblah. But the main aspect of this story is a group of five OCs they meet who have no spotlight under Harry and his friends, so it's Lily/James/Sirius between these two groups of people and dealing with all this stuff and... I'll just let you read it, eh? But thorough L/J.

I know you probably skipped over all that and are just like, GET TO THE CHAPTER ALREADY! So, since I hate all that preparation crap, lets get right into the good stuff, eh?

The Unremarkables

Chapter One ~ The Chapter With An Unfamiliar Street

Lily's POV

I don't really know when the appropriate time to be a whiny eighteen year old girl is, but I was certainly being one on the day 19 years before the best and worst day of my life. Okay, that probably made little sense... Oh well, only going forwards now (get the joke? Yes, yes, I'll get to the point).

It was a Thursday, and the sun had barely risen when Emmeline was shouting me. My brain managed to ignore it, until I heard the loud laughter of annoyingly-morning-boys James Potter and Sirius Black. Of course - it was the day. The day we had to go into the future to see how things ended up, and how to reach/prevent that point in time. I'd volunteered for the quest, since I completely disapproved of it and was so obsessive that I just had to be a part of it. I don't really know what bothered me about it - I suppose it just reminded me of those early-childhood school workbooks that always had the answers to all the questions at the back. I hated those kids that looked at the answers when the teachers faced the other way, and now I was becoming one of them? In the entire freaking timeline? I really wanted to just sleep in at that stage.

But I was a Gryffindor, godammit! And what do Gryffindors do? We get out of bed!

So I pulled myself from the covers, glancing briefly in the mirror. I was pale as ever, which I normally didn't mind, but the purple shades that we the bags under my eyes made me look like a bloody raccoon. Not a great way to start the day. I tackled my thick, dark red hair with a brush, letting it just kind of fall limply to my shoulders (can hair be limp..?). I shouted back down to Em to tell her I'd be down soon, then got dressed at my own pleasant pace. Lord knew what the fashion would be in just under two decades (girls already seemed slutty enough to me) so I just dressed simply, in a pair of light blue jeans, a dark green sweater and a pair of black sneakers. I stared into the mirror for a moment, mentally preparing myself, before walking out the door.

I walked slowly down the stairs of Em's house (currently being lent out as the Order's Headquarters), knowing what lay at the bottom. I was torn between emotions about being with James and Sirius on this 'Quest'; On one hand, the could be bloody gits and we would just have argument after argument, but on the other, they were people I knew and people who didn't treat me like a child that couldn't fight as well as the older people. The latter wasn't an often case, as the Order needed all hands on deck and there were plenty of people my age group, but people who didn't know me seemed to think me... Weak? I don't know really, but even subconscious patronization drove me up the wall.

I walked into the kitchen, finding just five people there (an unusual amount, I must say, dozens of Order members tended to be going in and out at all times). There were the four Marauders and Em, all of whom were laughing and chattering rather casually until they saw me enter. Em just waved me over to sit beside her, Remus gave a friendly 'Good Morning', Peter gave me a half-smile, but James and Sirius just kept on chattering. That was them, I suppose, always with far too much to say and not enough time to say it (the frequently bad time jokes aren't on purpose, by the way). I sat down beside Em - I suppose she deserve some description, doesn't she? Em was five years older than me (23, for those of you who lack mathematical abilities) with long dark hair usually plaited down her back. She had a lot of freckles and navy blue eyes - an odd colour, but it suited her well. I grabbed some toast and munched on it, not really listening and certainly not participating in the conversation around me.

"Evans? Evans!"

My head shot up, to see James grinning at me. "What?" I questioned, stupidly.

"I was just telling Sirius here about how we've decided to dress as a couple now." James said. He'd kind of given up on the frequent asking-me-out and had moved on to pretending-that-we-were-couple. I didn't know which was worse to be honest.

I scrunched up my nose in confusion, until I realised that James was wearing a dark green sweater also, which just made me roll my eyes. James and Sirius just chuckled, and I knew that I had to change the subject before this turned into a game of Make Lily Hex You (suitable for ages 8 to 80).

"So Remus, Peter," I piped up, trying to be casual over the sniggers of the table, "Why won't you two be joining us on this, er, 'expedition'?" I hadn't really had much of a chance to chat with them over the matter, but I didn't really make much of an effort when it came to the Marauders. I was fond of Remus, having been a Prefect with him, and we could have easily been close friends. But I had this awful tendency to just see the good in everyone after being around them for a while, and that could blind me sometimes. I didn't want to get mixed up with the Marauders - I really just wanted to start over, but the Order was important to me, and if being around them was a part of that... I wasn't going to whine.

"We have patrols," Remus replied calmly, "Besides, it's better to have as little people as possible in the future - you know, so the screwing up is lesser if it happens."

I rolled my eyes. "If you're worried about screwing things up you shouldn't send those two," I said bluntly, gesturing to Potter and Black. Merlin, I could be dry in the morning.

Peter just gave a small smile. "Yes, well, there are other reasons as well." The table quieted down then, leaving just the clinking of spoons in bowls, toast of plates and crunching. I'd never actually been told that Remus was a Werewolf, but I'd taken the indications over the years. His disappearances, the way he could always look ill after coming back from his "mother's" and the less-than-subtle hints from Severus. By the time I had been a Prefect with him, I'd gotten the guts to let him know that I didn't mind a) what he was or b) if he didn't do rounds when he needed to skip. Somehow I'd done this without directly saying the 'W' word (I don't remember how I did it, but it was completely awkward and stuttering and embarrassing), but Remus had understood me. And he was really grateful as well.

Stuck in my own thoughts, it took Em's hand on my arm to get me out of my daze. "You ready?" She asked softly. I was about to mutter a depressing 'No', but I looked into Em's eyes and knew very well that I really shouldn't deter her mood. Things like why we were about to do spark that electricity in her, even though she wasn't going with us she would still struggle to keep still from her nerves.

The two of us walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, our shoes squeaking against the dark oak floors. I wasn't sure yet how they planned to send us so far forward (Time Turners worked with shorter time periods, didn't they?), I guess they really should've briefed us on that beforehand.

I walked into the room, Em picking up her pace and going into 'Leadership Mode'. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and I all gathered around as she began to explain what was about to happen. "Time Turners," Em began firmly, holding one up, "The most amount of time they're usually used for is about two weeks, and even that is a rare occurrence. But the Time Energy actually inside of it is enough to take somebody some two centuries forward - we've managed to drain it of approximately eighty years, leaving twenty for you guys to use. Sadly we have to use all the time energy in one blow, so we've organised for Dumbledore to have another Turner ready for you when you need to come back.

"To get the Time Energy out, James, Sirius and Lily need to be in the house alone - safety precautions - and surrounded the Turner, but not touching it. You have to blow it up, basically." Sirius let out a small 'Woop', but one look from Emmeline shut him down (she couldn't hide her little smile though). "You all know the spell, Cerustei?" The three nodded, "You do it simultaneously, wands all pointed directly at the Turner." There was a brief silence, as Em seemed to have no idea what to say next.

"We'll see you soon," Remus said faintly, giving each of his friends a passing (but sort of manly) hug and kissing me quickly on the cheek. We weren't on a level of good friends, so he went with the gentlemanly way out. Peter copied him, but for some reason I saw his farewell differently to Remus'. Remus was being polite and considerate for my feelings, which is why he didn't hug me. Peter (despite being completely enticed with Potter's every move) was utterly unsure of himself and just thought that the right thing to do. I found that kind of amusing, and kind of sweet in a jaguar-tripping-over-his-own-paws kind of way. Em, however, gave both the boys a hug and kiss on the cheek and crushing me in a bone-smashing hug. "Try not to seek yourself out. It's a sure way for disaster." And with that, she was gone.

Oh, Emmeline Vance, how you know my OCD tendencies.

And then it was just James, Sirius and I. Potter, Black and Evans. We all stared at each other for a moment, until James rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbow and grinned round at us. "Who's up for a little fun, eh?"

I don't remember the next part (damn Time Energy, messing with my head), so next thing I knew all three of us were standing in a colourful, probably modern living room with a young family staring up at us.

Before the man or woman could let out a single word, James and I obliviated the past minute from their minds. While they were still dazed, we got out of the room, Sirius just pausing to put a finger to his lips at the awed toddler. We couldn't obliviate her - she was too young, it could damage her mind.

We walked out of the house into the pouring rain, but that wasn't the shock. The street was completely unfamiliar. Weird cars, brand new stores (this was previously just a residential street, but now there were shops?) and just a style of area that looked... Odd. I couldn't describe it. It was simply clear that we had successfully travelled forwards in time.

Sirius was the most proactive. He sprinted (no need for it, to be honest) to a café twenty metres away which had a newspaper on the table, then ran back to us with a grin on his face. He shoved the paper into our faces. "Look at that date. Just look at it! I've never been the best with numbers, my friends, but I'm pretty sure that we are nineteen bloody years away from home!" James read it, then shared his friends excitement enthusiastically. They gave each other a massive hug, tossing the paper to me. 4th of December, 1997. I couldn't define the emotions swimming through me right then, but I also couldn't fight the smile that lit up on my face. James and Sirius, of course, did not fail to notice this and immediately crushed me in between them in a massive hug. Dislike those two as I may, you couldn't deny that they were truly like brothers. Shooting them each a glare as they finally pulled away, I dragged them into an alleyway.

"What dodgy things will we be doing in here, Miss Evans?" James asked in a suggestive tone.

"Shut it Potter," I said sharply, moving on quickly, "We can only apparate to Hogsmeade, thanks to the Disapparation/Apparation shields on Hogwarts grounds. Luckily we don't have to be too careful about it, Hogsmeade being a-"

"-a Wizarding village." Sirius finished for me, "Bloody hell, Evans, no need to treat us like First Years." I shot him a look, but seven years with these boys had taught me just to move of from the subject at hand.

"It'll be better to apparate as a group, so that we all end up at the same place and nobody goes... Missing." I don't know why these words just came out so cautiously; I guess my nerves had broken out again.

At my words, both the boy stuck their hands out, just because they knew how to get on my nerves. I knew very well that I was easily stirred, but the knowledge didn't change the fact. Weighing up my options, I gripped Sirius' wrist and indicated for James to do the same (to Sirius, not me). He just rolled his eyes, that usual smirk on his face, and did so. As soon as we were all linked, I blinked, and we left the unfamiliar street behind us.

A/N Let's play a game!

Easy: Find the Starkid Joke!

Harder: (Just for the Nerdfighters) Find the Nerdfighteria Joke!

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