Title: Live Everyday Like It's Your Last

Rating: T

Pairings/Characters: Hestia Jones, Dorcas Meadowes, Emmeline Vance, Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew.

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Hestia

"This is the song that never ends."

"Shut up!"

"It just goes on and on my friend."

"Gwen, we're not even on the train."

"One person started singing it not knowing what it was."

"Gwen, I'm warning you!"

"And they'll continue singing it forever just because."

"Aaaaargh!"

"This is the song that never ends."

Sixteen year old Hestia Jones covered her ears with her hands in a feeble attempt to block out her younger sisters, Gwenog Jones, dreadful singing.

"La la la la la la! I can't hear you! La la la! Not listening!"

Dorcas

"Dorcas Anne Meadowes, I'm warning you, I'll send you a Howler if your grades don't improve."

"Oh, how original mother. Bet you thought that one up all by yourself," came Dorcas's sarcastic reply from the passenger seat.

"Dorcas, I swear, you are the most impossible- "

"- thing ever and I just don't know what I'm going to do with you. You're so predictable, Mum," Dorcas smiled sweetly. Her mother glared at her.

"Young lady, if you weren't about to go to school I would ground you for a month!"

Lily

"Ahhh! Oh my God, we're going to crash! Watch where the hell your driving, you blasted freak!" screeched Petunia Evans soon-to-be Dursley's shrill voice.

"We're not going to crash! " Lily swerved sharply to avoid a post box, "I couldn't help looking at you instead of the road, you're making so much noise!"

"No! You're going to drive on the pavement! Hell, why did I agree to come with you? How was I talked into this?" Petunia gripped the edge of the dashboard, her face as white as chalk.

Emmeline

"Emmeline, I expect you to keep up your grades, if not I will pull you straight out of Hogwarts."

Emmeline sighed as she looked out the window up at the raining sky. "Yes, mother."

"Don't talk to me in that tone Emmeline Vance, and I want you to stay away from those girls, Dorcas Meadowes and Hestia Jones!"

"Mum, they're my friends!"

"Emmeline, they are not the sort of friends you want to have! Lily, yes, she works hard and cares about her grades, but Dorcas and Hestia... they're just a distraction, sweetie," her mother sighed and pulled into the carpark of King's Cross Station.

"But I've managed all these years with them! You can't choose who my friends are, Mum!" she slammed the car door and stormed into the crowded station, dragging her heavy trunk behind her.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter

All four of them were gathered in the Potter's house, surrounding the brick fireplace.

"This is it," Remus said.

"The big one," Sirius added.

"Sixth year," James breathed.

"Actually, I was talking about the Floo Powder. You don't have much left," Remus frowned, peering closer into the pot.

Sirius leaned closer, "There's enough," he sneezed, "Whoops. Not as much left now."

Peter gave a watery smile. "Bless you," he muttered.

James looked at his watch and ran a hand through his hair, "Might as well go."

They all bent over the pot and took a pinch of powder. Sirius' nose twitched, and he muffled another sneeze.

"Mind the carpet. Mum reckons she could've written her name in the soot last time."

"Yeah, I wrote mine."

"Peter, you're on my foot."

"Sorry."

"Damn allergies, I'm about to sneezed."

"Don't you dare, I'll drop my powder."

"Castastrophe."

"Sad."

"Shut it."

"Who's going first?"

Immediately James and Sirius crammed themselves in the fireplace and simultaneously cracked their heads on a brick. They didn't seem to notice, and instead glared at each other.

"I'm going first."

"No way."

"Together?"

They both nodded and raised their hands. "Platform 9 and 3/4!" They cried, and disappeared in a flash of green.

Peter and Remus cast sideway glances at one another.

"I suppose we should follow," Remus sighed.

And with that, they also disappeared.