-1So, because this summer I am auditioning at the local Medieval Faire, and my show consists of tales of Robin Hood (that was the theme of the faire for the past three years until they changed it to King Arthur), I thought, why not mix Robin Hood with Lily and James?
Robin and his gang of outlaws create mischief and mayhem for the sheriff of Nottingham….the Marauders create the same thing at Hogwarts….Marian at first thinks of Robin as pompous, and does not like him….same with Lily.
So, it's not going to be exactly the tale of Robin Hood….This story's going to be more…influenced by it.
But this will the characters:
James Potter: will be the Robin Hood character
Lily Evans: Marian Fitzwater
Sirius Black: Much (Robin's best friend)
Remus Lupin: There isn't really a character in the legend that goes along with Remus' personality, so he won't be influenced by anyone.
Peter Pettigrew: Same as Remus.
Voldemort/Ton Riddle: Sheriff. Although, he will rarely be called Voldemort or Tom. He will be known as the Sheriff, as in the legend. I personally do not know the Sheriff's real name. And I know a lot of Robin of the Hood.
So basically, that's how it will go. And I don't think I should have to explain the Legend of Robin Hood, he's as well known as King Arthur. If you need a basic telling of Robin, let me know.
This will also take place in the 1190's, which is during the time of Robin Hood. King Richard is away fighting the crusades in the Holy Land, and Robin is just returning after about 5 years of fighting at the King's side.
So, yeah, let's see how this will turn out. I think it will be fun.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling.
"James, can we please stop for a rest? We've been walking for hours. My feet can use a break," Sirius Black asked his best friend, James Potter, Lord of Loxley.
"We don't have much farther," said James, shifting the weight of his sack that was slung over his back. His grip around his Saracen re-curve tightened as he heard a small trig break. He shrugged it off as only being some type of forest rodent and let it go. James wanted to return to his home of Loxley as soon as possible. He had made it through five years of the Crusades, and he was able to make it home alive. He did not want to waste time.
Sirius sighed. "How's your leg then?" James had suffered a severe injury to his left leg by sword. It took months to properly heal, and on top of that, James had caught fever. It was a miracle he was still alive.
"It's fine," James mumbled stepping over a small, fallen tree along the path they were taking through Sherwood Forest.
"Do you think a lot has changed?" Sirius asked absentmindedly, watching a pair of squirrels fight in a near by tree.
"Most likely," James answered. He was trying not to pay much attention to his friend. His mind was focused on reaching his home before sunset, and they only had a an hour or two. Suddenly, something caught James eye. In a flash, he had dropped his sack, and had his bow at the ready, aiming into the brush. Sirius pulled out his sword and followed James' gaze, although he had not seen anything at all.
They were silent, unmoving as they waited. But nothing happened. James slowly lowered his bow.
"Deer, you think?" Sirius asked, sheathing his sword.
James didn't respond. He replaced the arrow into his quiver and slung his sack over his shoulder.
"Come on," he muttered. "Let's pick up the pace."
Once they reached the edge of Sherwood Forest, they were standing a top a small hill, overlooking the land of Loxley. James fell to his knees, breathing breaths of relief.
"Home," he whispered.
The land of Loxley was just as James had remembered. His manor stood strong, overlooking the small houses of the villagers and servants. Although, there were less people scurrying around than before. Maybe they were inside, getting ready for supper. There were the same types of animals running about their pens. Pigs, chickens, cows, and of course, horses. James grinned. He was finally home.
"Master James!" A small, elderly woman hurried over to James and Sirius from her doorway. She wore the clothing of a peasant, torn and dirty, but her face glowed with her grin.
"Mary," James greeted her with a tight embrace.
"Oh, Master James," Mary's warm grey eyes filled with tears and she took his face in her old hands. "Thank the good Lord you are alive. We have prayed for your safe return every night."
"So have I," said James, looking around. "Something's different. What has happened? Where's my father?"
Mary's expression turned grim. "I am sorry, Master James. But your father has passed. It was almost a year ago he caught a sudden illness. He was bed ridden for weeks until he died in his sleep one night."
The color drained from James' face. Sirius placed a comforting hand on his back. Lord Potter was like a father to him too, having his own desert him in his sixteenth year. Lord Potter was a good man. Everyone knew that.
James squeezed Mary's shoulder before walking off in a daze towards his manor. Sirius gave the old woman an apologetic look before hurrying after James. James stopped to gaze up at the three-story wooden manor. He hardly even noticed the front door opening, revealing Graham, Loxley's head manservant. He was old now, with wisps of grey in his light brown hair. His eyes were sunken and tired, and his clothes worn.
"Master James! God bless this day!" Limping, Graham hurried to James, placing both hands on his shoulders. "And Master Sirius. It is wondrous to see you, young Masters. Come. Your beds have been waiting, and I will tell Cook to make you hot soup, yes?"
"That would be great, Graham," James said with a faint smile.
"So, tell, me Master James," said Graham, as he and a female servant placed bowls of steaming soup in front of James and Sirius at the table inside of Loxley Manor. "What news do you bring from the Holy Land?"
"Not much," James answered. "it looks to be a never ending battle. One day, it seems as if England will succeed, only to have Saladin draw back our forces the next. It keeps going back and forth, until, one day, I am afraid, both sides will have no more men left to fight."
"It's awful, there," Sirius mumbled darkly, staring into his soup. "I saw things I wish I never would even have to imagine. Terrible screams of agony mixed with the crashing of swords. I can still hear it…" Sirius took a deep breath, and covered his eyes with his hands.
James stared off into space. He knew was Sirius meant. The screams followed you wherever you went, the enemy's faces, covered with blood, haunted your dreams. James felt his hazel eyes water, and he quickly wiped the tears away.
"Thank you for the soup," he mumbled to Graham. "Tell Cook it is delicious. And, no one is to bother us until morning. We crave a night of peaceful sleep."
Well? What do you think? Should I continue, or delete this as a lost cause? .
