A/N: This is, hopefully, the only Author's Note I will be writing in this fic. I had hoped to avoid putting any notes in, but apparently I over-estimated the maturity and overall ability to read (as I clearly stated the pairing in the summary) in some of the readers on this site. So, sadly, this note is to inform everyone that THIS IS A JAMES/LILY/SIRIUS/REMUS FIC. That means, it is a FOURSOME FIC. Lily will have sex in this story with James, Sirius, and Remus. As of right now, the guys will NOT be having sex with each other. If anyone has a problem with this, feel free to report me or just click the little X at the top of your screen.

For those of you who decide to stay, welcome. I hope you enjoy this story, even if it does bring you a little bit outside of your comfort zone. Thank you for taking a chance on me and breaking away from the cookie-cutter stories that plague this site day in and day out. Hopefully I won't disappoint you.

Now, on to the story!

Prologue

Everyone from the Headmaster to the caretaker knew James Potter fancied himself in love with Lily Evans. It had been obvious from their very first meeting that the two were destined for a passionate relationship and, for the most part, they had managed to fulfill that destiny. Hardly a day went by for their first five years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where the two students weren't screaming at each other.

Lily, always a loyal friend and brave supporter of the down-trodden, despised the way James thought himself better than everyone else and his constant disregard for the rules. James, fiercely protective of those he loved and undeniable ability to find the good in everyone, found it infuriating that Lily was unable to look past the surface to actually see him.

While the relationship between Lily and James was very public, leaving little doubt as to the twos feelings for each other, Lily had an equally passionate relationship with the other Marauders. She and Sirius could butt heads over something as simple as the proper way to butter their morning toast or the proper way to hold their wands to something as complicated as the threat of war knocking right outside their door. Remus, while admittedly the easiest Marauder to handle, still rubbed Lily the wrong way with his inability to speak the truth and his constant disappearances that left Lily practically itching to know what was going on with him. Then there was Peter, perhaps the least passionate of Lily's relationships but still more passionate than most would assume, who couldn't seem to escape the other's shadows and so overcompensated by often times going over the top in everything he did for the Marauders.

Yes, none could get Lily's blood boiling faster than the four boys who seemed to haunt her thoughts, waking or sleeping, every hour of the day.

And so, it was with some dread that Lily listened as the Mediwitch explained just what would happen the next time she saw the four due to a spell gone awry.

It had been an ordinary day, the summer sun high in the sky as Lily walked down the street of Diagon Alley. She had been passing Knockturn Alley on her way to Ollivander's to have her wand tuned for the coming year when a flash of red had knocked her off her feet. She hadn't had time to register the attack before a nearby wizard had whisked her away to St. Mungo's.

Now, after what had felt like hundreds of tests, the sweet Mediwitch who had been by her side throughout the whole ordeal was informing her that the spell was not one that could be removed by any other than the caster. What was worse, the spell created a… physical need… inside her, one that could only be contained through… physical means.

Lily Evans was by far no prude, but the thought of being practically forced into sexual relations with anyone who inspired a passionate response in her was just… unthinkable.

Because, as she knew, none could inspire a greater passion inside of her than the Marauders.

Chapter One

As always on the first of September, Platform 9 ¾ was bustling with excitement as students said goodbye to parents and greeted old friends amidst the hoot of howls, the yowl of cats, and the croaking of toads. First years shivered nervously as they searched for a friendly face amongst the mass of older students. Parents called out reminders to students already on the train and soothed younger siblings who weren't quite old enough yet to make this yearly trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In one compartment, in a car towards the middle of the Hogwarts Express, three friend gathered together, swapping stories of their summer break. Near the window sat James Potter, a tall black haired boy with glasses. Incredibly handsome, James had a charm that worked on all women, no matter their age. With hair that stuck up in every direction, he had the perpetual look of someone who had just hopped off his broomstick moments ago after an invigorating round of Quidditch.

His best mate and travel companion, Sirius Black, sat opposite him. Shoulder length black hair fell easily into his eyes, giving him a devastatingly gorgeous appeal that most girls couldn't stay away from. Just an inch or two taller than James, he lounged casually against his seat, watching people pass by and waiting for the train to pull away from the station.

The third occupant of the compartment was shorter than the other two and a bit rounder. Peter Pettigrew would not be considered handsome by anyone's standard, but he had an easy nature about him. Pale blond with beady eyes, he was the runt of their little group, but no less admired by the rest of their school.

They were missing the fourth component of their group, affectionately termed the Marauders after their numerous pranks around the school. Remus Lupin was a boy of average height and build, though often appeared gaunt and tired. His sandy colored hair was cut relatively close to his head, but was often in a casual state of disarray, likely from his fingers constantly running through it.

"How long you reckon Remus'll be at the Prefect meeting?" Sirius drawled lazily.

"Hour or so. You know who the Head Boy and Girl are?" James asked, searching the crowd below for a flash of red.

"Heard Bones nabbed Head Boy and Meadows Head Girl."

"Ah, excellent. Dorcas won't be too quick to hand out detentions, but Edgar might need a bit of a distraction. We might have to see about finding him a girl."

"Shouldn't be too hard. The bloke can be a right git at times, but he's not been too unfortunate when it comes to the birds," Sirius smirked.

"Maybe Fenwick would be willing to give him a shot," Peter suggested, referring to a Gryffindor girl in their year.

"Yeah, Susan's got a nice set on her, not to mention she could use some help removing that stick up her arse. I'm sure if we get her and Eddie together he won't have any problem shoving something else up there," Sirius grinned, nodding towards Peter.

Practically beaming under the praise, Peter eagerly sat forward as the train began to move. In a matter of seconds, they'd left King's Cross behind and were powering through London.

"So, what are we going to do for our Welcome Back Prank?" Peter asked eagerly.

And with that, the Marauders were off, discussing various hexes and spells that could be used in their annual first day back prank.

An hour later when Remus joined them, they had brought up and discarded over a dozen ideas.

"Moony. Thank Merlin. What do you think about turning Slytherin's robes pink?" Sirius asked.

"I think we did that in third year," Remus reminded him, flopping into his seat across from Peter.

"Right. Forgot about that," Sirius mumbled, going back to his thoughts.

"Well?" James asked, giving Remus a pointed look.

"She wasn't there," Remus said wearily.

"What do you mean she wasn't there? She's a prefect. She never misses meetings, not for anything," James insisted.

"I know, but she wasn't there, mate. Alice Prewett was there instead," Remus told him.

"But she's on the train right? You don't think she wouldn't come back because of Voldemort, do you?" James asked, worry plain on his face.

"I don't know, Prongs. All I know is that Alice was at the meeting instead of Lily. She had the Gryffindor Prefect badge and everything. I didn't get a chance to talk to her after the meeting because she ran out so fast."

"I need to go find her. I have to talk to her. She'll know where Lily is," James said, moving towards the compartment door.

"Prongs. Don't. Evans is probably fine and we'll see her at the feast tonight," Sirius assured him.

"You really don't want to start the year off by hounding the girl about her whereabouts, do you, James?" Remus asked pointedly.

"No. No, I suppose not," James murmured, falling back into his seat.

"Don't worry, Prongs. I'm sure she's fine," Peter said.

"Yeah. You're right, Wormtail. Now, where were we?"

The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts was spent planning out their prank and, with Remus now present, it went much smoother than it had for the first hour. Despite James' attention to his three mates, he couldn't help but worry about a certain redheaded witch.

"I don't see her," James muttered, craning his neck and searching for a spot of red amongst the Gryffindor table.

"Relax, Prongs. She's here," Sirius said, though he looked a little doubtful as he too scanned the table.

"What if she's not? What if she decided not to come back? What if she was in one of those Death Eater attacks on Muggle shopping centers and amusement parks? What if-"

"James. Stop. Lily is fine. I doubt Alice would have been so calm and collected at the prefect meeting if something had happened to her best friend," Remus said reasonably.

"Yeah, mate. Prewett looks plenty happy," Sirius agreed, indicating the lovely blond witch a few seats down.

True enough, Alice was chatting happily with her other two roommates, Susan Fenwick and Claire Dearborn. Not a one of them looked as those something horrid had happened to one of their friends over summer break.

Still, James couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Alice! Hey, Alice!" James called, trying to get the girl's attention.

Blue eyes snapped towards his and a single eyebrow raised in question.

"Where's Lily?" James asked, struggling not to show just how concerned he was.

"I suspect she's discussing this semester with Professor McGonagall," Alice said before turning back to her friends.

"What does she need to meet with McGonagall for?" James asked.

When Alice didn't answer, James fought the urge to go over and shake her until she started talking.

"Alice!" James hissed.

"Blimey, Potter. Give it a rest. Lily's fine and I have no doubt you'll see her soon enough," Susan snapped, glaring his way.

He fought not to snap back, but it was difficult. Susan had been a pain ever since her brother had graduated and joined the fight against Voldemort. Susan had idolized her older brother and not knowing where he was, whether he was alive or dead, had caused her to become a right bitch at times.

It also probably didn't help that in fourth year, he and Susan had occasionally met up for some broom closet fun. That had ended real fast after she started pressing for more. No matter how many girls James fucked in broom cupboards, empty classrooms, or in the Astronomy Tower, the title of "girlfriend" would only go to one girl.

If only she would look at him with something other than outrage or disgust.

But he was determined. This year would be the year he convinced Lily Evans to give him a chance.

If only he could find her.