This is the entry chapter into the 'Summer it all Began' challenge.
This isn't complete though this and another story have taken precedence this month adn since August appears to be Anti-Writing month for myself and my friends I'm quite happy with everything I have gotten done.
This is, as per the challenge I recieved, a summer romance that blossoms between Remus and Lily, it takes place summer before fifth year.
TOC may be undergoing a rewrite, after a nasty review I haven't worked on it, nor have I edited it.
Scarves has one chapter left and I am undecided on whether an epilogue will be added.
Enjoy.
Moonshadow Lullaby
ML; Prologue
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As old as forever, as young as never.
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'A twinkle in the Night Sky, far, far away…'
A Breath.
'A Golden Star I gazed upon in my Dreams…'
A Smile.
'On a Sleepless evening I sing Alone…'
A Tear.
'Tomorrow I'll sing With You…'
A Grimace.
'…on the Wings of a Dream'
And Darkness.
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James pulled the book from his friend's slack hands, the musty tome on the different theories on Shield Charms and their structures, things that James could accomplish but had no idea what were, really. He eyed the young man before him, the tawny hair was obscuring his face, long enough that the man could wear it like many of the witches at Hogwarts did, combed back and in a loose ponytail at the back. His chin rested close to his chest, leaning on the window of their compartment; arms folded slightly as they had been holding the tome (that had been this close to hitting the floor before being removed). The pale face had deep shadows under the hollows of eyes, from both lack of sleep and lack of sun from their exams of the previous weeks. There was a soft look to the robes he wore; they were well-worn from use and scuffed from the many trysts of mischief from being the 'mind' of the Marauders.
James sat back down on his seat across from the werewolf, the last of the four boys that were known as the Marauders. He wasn't the youngest, nor the smallest. He wasn't weak by any means, but both he and Sirius had 'protective' issues around the boy, he and Sirius had discussed this before, he glanced at the other pureblood, his long hair curled about on Peter's shoulder, both on the floor. He smirked, their werewolf could definitely hold his own, as those two in the heap, albeit comfortable looking, were there because they had been fighting and Remmy had grown tired of it and snapped a powerful stunner at them. James didn't think they would wake for a few more hours.
He had discussed there weird protective feelings with Sirius before. Many times. The first time they had 'exercised' their urges had been back in second year, the year end feast when they'd seen Remus looking so dejected about leaving school. He and Sirius had pulled the mother of all pranks, at that point anyway, and mud cakes had rained from the sunny skies above.
They had decided, though, in the latter half of third year that the urges were deeply rooted from their pureblood upbringing, the fact that they knew the boy's fate, had heard grisly stories of captured werewolves. Peter wouldn't understand, he was muggleborn.
Remus awoke with a start, eyes wide and the whites clearly showing as his head snapped up, alert and golden before their light died down to their usual honeyed amber. He stretched and gave a sharp-toothed yawn, smiling crookedly, "Mh, Prongs. How long was I out?" he shook his head, eyes roaming the ground, his lap.
"Looking for this, Moon?" James held the thick book and gave it a little shimmy accompanied by a customary smirk. "About an hour, maybe? I wasn't paying attention."
With a huff Remus nodded, "Yes," he stood to stretch better, grabbed the book and shoved it in his bag, all in a fluid movement, he turned his head to James, "About two more hours, you think? I believe we'll arrive just before five?"
With an exaggerated roll of his eyes James nodded, "Yes Remmy, the final moments of our fourth year are fast approaching, whatever will we do?"
"OWLs are next year, James. We'll study if you'd like?" Remus quirked an eyebrow in question, tilting his head a bit and setting his arm across his lap in a 'your choice' gesture.
James paled and jumped up, aghast, and threw an arm across his chest, his voice wavered as if in fear, "You wouldn't!"
"Yes, James. I would," Remus rolled his eyes as James ducked his head and fell to his knees gasping, Remus shook his head, his hair flying about like James' own usually did. Neither boy noticed the door opening.
"Must you be so dramatic?" two voices asked in unison, one decidedly amused but trying to convey annoyance while the other was an exasperated, feminine, tone with disapproval clearly shown.
James stopped his writhing on the floor and stared up at the door, over the heads of his dearest friend and brother-of-his-heart to look into the fiery eyes of emerald. "My love!"
The young woman shook her head at James' antics, her face bore a look of utter disgust. "I just came to tell you to have a great summer, Remus; I'll see you later?"
While James pretended to die of a broken heart Remus nodded slightly, "Of course Lily, you as well."
She turned, hesitated and looked back at him, "Why are they on the floor? Not that I disagree with them belonging there or anything."
James jumped up before Remus could answer her, "Well, my lovely little Fire-Cracker, they were fighting and since our young Remmy here wasn't feeling the greatest he Stunned 'em!"
Lily glared but tilted her body to see behind James (much to his sudden depression if his sudden falling and gasping of dying indicated) and look at her friend, "Are you okay? Are you sick?"
Remus fought a wince but nodded, "I'm fine Lily, just our exams, you know. I didn't sleep much," he chuckled, looking pale as he turned to the window.
"Well, if you say so. I'll see you," and with that the door slid shut and James joined the three in sleep as Remus tucked his wand back into his sleeve.
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AN at the top :D
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