Of Heart Breaks and Blood Stains

Chapter I – Familiar Strangers


Summary:

Marauders era. all of our favorite marauder era characters, switch up their personalities, throw them into the cauldron and set it to simmer. Add in some lust, greed, betrayal, tragedy, drama, and craziness and you'll get exactly what you're looking for. It's time you took a peek at Hogwart's darker side. Eventual Cannon. For now.

Disclaimer:

Yeah, I own as much as you do. So unless you are JKR (which if you are, thank you so so so much for reading my humble story), I own nothing. (:


Lily's POV

If I was born a color, I'd have to say I think I'd be violet. A rather subtle color, one that most would not expect to see on an everyday basis. It's a nice combination of the volatile and passionate red and the tranquil yet thought-provoking blue to create a medley of color unique to its hue.

I guess that it was this reason I chose to lounge upon the beautiful violet suede sofa in the Gryffindor's common room, casually leafing through the sketches I had done in a previous class. I frowned slightly at the curve of the faerie's spine, taking my pencil (a muggle invention I happen to be very fond of) and lightly erasing the line work and retracing it. A loud bang caused me to jump and send the line skidding off the page. To my horror, the room began to fill with thick black smoke and Remus Lupin and Frank Longbottom were cackling maniacally from the boy's dormitory. I shoved the pencil into the bun at the base of my neck that was comprised of vibrant red-gold hair, and abruptly stood up, picked up my belongings, and stomped to the library where I hopped I could get some peace and quiet.


I tiptoed down the hallway, and when I say tiptoed, I mean literally. For some reason, I'm always standing on the balls of my feet whenever I walk, especially in the black flats I was currently wearing. I'm not sure why I do this, but it does make me feel like a ballerina. I tilted my head in acknowledgement to Nearly Headless Nick as I found my way to the library, pausing momentarily at the sound of loud voices.

"Really, James, not even a light?" asked a smooth, deep voice from behind the corner.

"Padfoot, no. Seriously man, I could get totally busted for this." responded another suave voice.

I knew both voices particularly well, considering the predicament. I knew that they both were the notorious 'bad boys' of Hogwarts, James Potter and Sirius Black. From his name, you'd expect Sirius to be well…black. And surprisingly enough, he was not.

Right at this very moment, as I peered around the corner, I saw that under his black robes he had a pair of vibrantly lime green skinny jeans clad to his lean legs and some sort of muggle band t-shirt that proclaimed something about the Devil and a Muggle brand of clothes. I let out a giggle as I saw his shoes, which were high topped sneakers with crossword puzzles stitched over the fabric. I heard them both still, probably from my giggle.

"Oi, who's there?" the one I recognized as James called out.

I walked around the corner, staring up into the black eyes of James Potter. I made a point to make direct eye contact for the whole time. "I'm here." I said rather quietly.

Sirius swung his head to the right, causing the mass of straight, choppy thick black hair to fall half-hazardly away from his big cerulean eyes.

While his best friend Sirius was all fun and color, James was the complete opposite. Brooding and mysterious, James was tall, dark, and handsome. He had low, smooth voice that could charm the panties off even the most strong-willed of witches. Even I found myself susceptible to the silkiness of it, unfortunately I hated pretty much all of the opinions that that voice formed. I could feel James' dark eyes threatening to burn a hole in my skull from his penetrating gaze. His supple lips curved into a small smirk. "And who do we have here?" he inquired, stepping forward to let his finger skim the collar of my cloak.

"E-Evans." I stammered. "Lily Evans."

"Stop it, Prongs. You'll scare the poor girl." said Sirius, a light of amusement hidden behind his immense cobalt eyes. "I'd say she can't be more than a fifth year…"

"Sixth, actually." I responded, offended. I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin in defiance. Sirius laughed.

"Look, James! We've got ourselves a live one. I think it's those big green eyes that make her seem so…fragile?" Sirius flashed me a grin as he too stepped forward.

I pressed myself against the stone wall, still defiant in my stance. I was small, sure, but fragile was a bit of a stretch. "You watch your mouth."

James was the one who laughed now, as he took a step back to rake his gaze over me. He scrutinized me closely, making me feel naked despite the heavy cloak and stripped shawl I wore. "So she's in our year! You know what they say about Red Heads, eh Sirius?" he grinned, pocketing a package of cigarettes into the pocket on the underside of his cloak.

"Oh yes, I hear they give very good—"

I couldn't take it anymore. Grasping my wand tightly in my hand, I aimed it straight at Sirius and "Stupefy!" he went down. Gasping from adrenaline, I scurried down the corridor, searching for that library.

Still panting from my very odd encounter with the infamous James Potter and Sirius Black, I found myself a nice and secluded table near the back of the library where I could sketch in piece. I loved the library, from the smells and curiosities it presented, to the thin sheen of dust on almost every surface, the Hogwarts library had a very lived-in and comfortable feeling. Today the heavy red draped were drawn back, letting in pools of light into the room and allowed the dust to slither through the air as though dancing its own intricate dance. The table I chose was warmed by an expanse of light, and I curled up in the plush red velvet chair like cat, balancing my sketchbook on my side. I mindless sketched whatever it was that my hand felt like doing, not entirely too worried about it. Eventually, I found my eyes feeling heavy and the weariness of sleep engulfed me.

I'm still not sure what happened, or how long I was out, but when I awoke I found myself scrutinized by yet another notorious male. This one, however, was a Slytherin. I could tell by the emblem he wore proudly over his breast and the pompous glint to his eye. This boy had the potential to be very attractive, but didn't seem to have the self confidence to pull it off. His hair was sleek and straight, yet a little greasy, and though his nose was a bit hooked, it was still strong and seemed to work for his face. He appeared to get very little sleep, as indicated by the dark circles under his deep set eyes. Hazel eyes, if I was looking correctly. Yes, there was no doubt in my mind that the person sitting opposite of me was Severus Snape, illustrious slacker. For Snape to be a slacker and in Slytherin, well it was simply unheard of. Most Slytherins were chosen based on their ambition and bloodline. I guess since Snape had outstanding lineage, perhaps that's how he got it for it certainly was not his ambition. I clicked my tongue impatiently.

"You talk in your sleep." He murmured quietly, peering at me intently.

Surprised that he opted to begin conversation, I hastily thought of a reply. "I do not." Smooth.

"Yeah, you do. What is a Pikachu?"

I felt my cheeks heat up as I shied my face away from him. Leave it to me to almot reveal to a Slytherin that I was a 'mud blood'. Pikachu was of course a muggle thing. "Nothing." I explained, cringing.

Snape tilted his head slightly to the side. "Really." He stated, and I was surprised to find that he didn't inquire further. Without another word, he got up and left, leaving me with only the memory of a very awkward conversation in his wake.


I arrived at the girl's dormitory a little while later to be confronted with my best friend.

"What in the name of me people happened to you? I've been looking all over for you!" she exclaimed.

Molly was a sweet and stout girl, and I guess we stuck together because we were the only female red heads in our year. I found myself sitting with her in our room after I returned to the library, recounting the mysterious encounters with Black and Potter as well as Snape.

"Merlin's Beard, Lily!" Molly exclaimed as I explained how close James had gotten to me. "A million girl's would have died to be you just then."

I huffed slightly irritated. "Well, let those girls' know, I'll trade places any time. It was so scary!"

Molly nibbled thoughtfully on a Chocolate Frog she had just taken out of her cloak. "I always thought Snape was a bit of an odd cookie." She murmured, and I couldn't help but nod in agreement.

I felt the yawn over come me, and with a final good night to Molly, I settled into my bed, not worrying about the other girls that were sure to arrive. I'm quite positive I fell asleep immediately, for I heard absolutely nothing that night and nothing woke me from my dream.


A/N:

And Viola! Finished. C:This is my first Harry Potter story, so please be kind to me. I really like switching up original characters, and giving them personalities some might not expect. Oh, and for all intents purposes, I'm aware Lily and Molly are probably not the same age in the books, but this is fanfiction, baby! Let me live a little. xD

Ahhh…so this story will be changing views quite often. Probably almost every other chapter, and depending on what you guys like I'll do more of that certain point of view. So Review and let me know whose POV you like best, yeah? If you have any ideas, PLEASE let me know. I'd absolutely love to hear them! Personality traits you want to add? Be my guest. Plot Twists? Fantastic. Personal Dares? Even better. So don't be afraid to Review! I don't bite, just hex. :PAnyway, My A/Ns will be shorter once we get rolling. So far you've met Lily, who's your freebird artist type and Severus the Slacker. xD James and Sirius are the broody ladies men and Remus and Frank are the trouble makers. Hope you all enjoyed this!

-Alex