L/J, as usual.

Okay. I had done this about a month ago, and finally had a chance to type it up. Enjoy!!!

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Homeless

James, Sirius, and Remus were walking down Muggle London, so they could get to the Leaky Cauldron. There was a homeless man by the Leaky Cauldron. In his wrinkled hands, bore a filthy cup. His eyes were dull and cold; his mouth was dry and parched. As the trio approached the Leaky Cauldron, a girl a few inches shorter than James approached. Her auburn hair was wavy and reached down to her hips. Today, and was down and curly. She wore Muggle clothes, like the boys. She wore tight, sleek, dark blue denim jeans, and a tank top of silvery material. "Hi Padfoot, Moony, and Prongs!" she said cheerfully. Then she saw the old homeless man. She rummaged through her moneybag. "Do you prefer Muggle or wizard money?" she asked. "Wizard, please," he croaked. She grabbed 10 galleons, 14 sickles, and 12 Knuts. Then she placed them quietly into the cup. She said, "that's enough for you to set some robs, get food at the leaky cauldron, and get a room there until you get a job. I'll check on you weekly to see how you are doing. What's your name?" "Well, my name is Damon. Damon Hampton, and I thank you very much. You're one of those special, kind people, and I thank you," Damon said. "Mr. Hampton, it was no problem. Damon Hampton, that name sounds familiar. Hmm… Wait, aren't you a true seer?" she asked. "Yes. What's your name?" he answered, as they walked into the leaky cauldron. She ordered drinks for all 5 of them, while James, Sirius, and Remus watched the discussion with fascination. "My name is Lily. Lily Evans. He is James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Peter Pettigrew is at work, and cannot attend," she said cautiously. Damon gasped. He clutched her wrist and said, "I had a vision of you a few months ago. It's on this paper because I felt it would save lives." He produced an old parchment and muttered a password no one could hear, then wrote: Lily Evans

Quickly, the future unfolded in the spidery writing. Lily leaned forward and read…

Cliffe, ppl! Sorry.