Disclaimer: If you don't know fan fic when you see it, you deserve the agony of suing my penniless hide. That means you, Jo Rowling, and especially Warner Bros.
Rating: In my mind, K+ means PG 13. I could be wrong.
Note: Consider this story a series of one-shots. The overarching story should evolve in your mind.
Section I:
In another universe, James Potter doesn't really grow up. He's obsessed with Lily Evans, of course, he cannot be James T. Potter without that. But he's still a stuck up bully when he manages to seduce her, or wear down her resistance. It's after they graduate, actually, when she's found out that the wizarding world is kindest at Hogwarts, where teachers will punish those who call people mudbloods, if they hear it happen. Now, here she is, a former head girl without a job, without a proper muggle education. She's selling spells she designed, and forced to seriously undercharge, barely getting by.
So this time, when James wants to wine and dine her, she can't seem to say no, the way she always did at school, when he hit on her in his very condescending way. The farther she lets him go, the more people he introduces her to, as his girlfriend. And the connections are helping her, Lily knows. She also knows purebloods like him never marry a girl who isn't pure, but perhpaps if she is pregnant? At least he has never called her a mudblood to her face. But still, the night she gives her virginity to James Potter, Lily Evans goes home and cries herself to sleep, holding a picture of Severus Snape. She wonders if he would have been more gentle. She never could tell with him, if worship would have turned sour, once she had stepped down from her pedastal to actually be with him.
Lily does like spending time with the Marauders, after all. There is that benefit to dating James. Remus is a pure soul, a gentle mind, and always up for a great conversation. It's a shame, she thinks, that he'll never date a girl. She could have loved Remus, but he clearly loves Sirius. Sirius is a decent friend, too, but unwilling to admit he loves Remus back. He chases skirts, riding into the muggle world on the motorcycle she helped him buy, to find meaninless flings. She could have loved him, too, if he could have loved her. Peter is a creep, the kind that talks to girl's boobs and will never date, but easily avoidable. Around him, she is glad for the possesive way James always has a hand on her, never letting her talk to any of his friends alone.
Lily has just apparated to the bachelor pad shared by the marauders, having screwed up her courage enough to tell James about her pregnancy. She wonders if he is capable of the kind of nobility he claims. Lily stops in her tracks as she approaches the bedroom doorways. Even through the silencing ward she knows they have, she can hear Sirius and James yelling. She has never known them to fight this much, even in the aftermath of the time Remus had nearly killed Severus. The way James had chewed out Sirius had been legendary. Now, James Potter and his best friend Sirius Black were arguing as they never had before, and it was Sirius who was chewing out James.
"When are you going to make an honest woman of her?" It is clearly Sirius yelling, his words nearly a bark.
"And dishonor my family name?" James clearly can sneer with his voice, as well as any of the Slytherins who have ever taunted her in years past.
"Am I talking to my blood brother James, or my birth brother Regulus?" Sirius clearly sounds devistated to hear such things.
"Going to turn traitor on me too, like the wolf—I suppose you're both using her too?" Lily is shocked at such an accusation or description of Remus from James. All of them have been dedicated as members of the Order, she knows.
"Using is the right word, Merlin knows all the attraction is on your side!" How does Sirius know that she feels coerced, Lily wonders. They haven't actually talked about it.
"Go home to your dark family, Black!" There is a loud crashing sound, and Lily supposes James has thrown something or a silent hex at his erstwhile friend.
"Perhaps I will. Have fun with the rat!" Sirius is hoarse by now, either from yelling or holding back tears.
"Oh, no, I'll be having fun with Evans, as you know!" James is smugness defined, as always.
"Don't think I won't see to it that she knows the truth about you!" She has never heard Sirius sound more threatening. James bursts out through the door, and Lily can't help but add her two cents to the conversation.
"She already knows, thank you very much!" She hisses, with some venom, vowing silently to never let him know about his child.
"Lily, fuck, he's got me under the imperius!" James sounds gobsmacked, rather than apologetic, Lily decides.
"Of course, since you're such a weak-minded arse." Lily is perfectly capable of her own snide tones.
"If you leave, you won't see a penny from me, whore!" James can tell she is getting ready to apparate back out of the flat.
"Ooh, she's fast at that," Sirius says with some approval.
"If you know where she would go—tell me, Black, or I swear, as an auror, I can—" James has clearly forgotten that Lily does have her own flat, if he had ever known where it was, Sirius thinks.
"Do nothing, since I'm one too, in case you forgot." Sirius says dismissively.
"I'm searching the wolf's hovel." With a much louder crack than Lily, James too is gone.
Sirius Black stood alone now, wondering when everything went so wrong, and why James could possibly think Lily and Remus were lovers. He has to focus on something that might make sense, now that James has apparently become a Malfoy. When Peter turns in a complete list of the addresses and names of all Order members a week later to Voldemort, Sirius isn't even surprised or angry. The world is broken, he thinks, and starts to focus more on drinking than women when he goes to bars. Remus and Lily are his only friends now, and he hardly ever sees the werewolf, as he's been dating some girl lately, despite having sworn not to reproduce and pass on his curse. The world is topsy turvsy, Sirius thinks. "I think I might be gay," the womanizer says to the bartender.