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James Henry Potter; referred to himself as a quiddich star, ruffled his inky colored hair to look like he had just scored the winning goal in a match. His hazel eyes were bright and intelligent, and his long and nimble fingers were perfect for transfiguration, catching quaffles, and hopefully Lily Pott- I mean Evans.
Lily Rosalia Evans hated him, and she had him at the top of her Arrogant jerk and known to lie to me on sight and so freaking annoyingly because he asks me out six hundred thousand times a day and make my now old boyfriends hate me list, and not so surprisingly - he was the only name on the list.
Lily had hundreds of lists, some made off the top of her head and forgot about quickly, some she had added to countless times, and some reserved for the bane of her existence, also know as Potter. Many lists had had to do with the teasing of her Christmassy appearance; having light green eyes with gold flecks, paired with dark red hair didn't do much for her reputation, besides adding significance to the temperamental redhead theory. At the end of first year though, most of that teasing had been forgotten because of her brilliance in every class besides Transfiguration, (in which she was average) and her willingness to help others.
James was the opposite, hexing people for fun, and his best class was transfiguration. Although, he had completed and challenged people to bets - the one thing he loved almost as much as quiddich, making Lily angry, and (as much as he denied it) family. He had challenged one of his best mates, Sirius Black; to more bets then they had homework assignments over the course of their previous four years. He was a believer that bets and dares could solve anything, including the enigma called Lily Evans.
James had just hopped on the Hogwarts Express while escaping his mum, who wouldn't stop kissing him on the forehead with her sticky pink lipstick, and ran straight into a prefect named- you guessed it- Lily Evans.
"Potter! Watch where you're going," Lily Evans screeched, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like jerk-faced weasel.
"Hiya Lily! Sorry I bumped into you, I was just staring at your angle like perfection and as you know - I just can't stay away. You know you love my love for you! Don't deny it – Petunia has told me every single detail of you obsession with yours truly," James replied with a smirk.
"Quit staring at me Potter, or your foot won't be the only thing that is broken! And it is Evans to you; only my friends call me Lily. Oh, and Petunia doesn't want anything to do with me and my freaky world, to quote her." Lily started her sentence harshly, but it was filled with bitterness by the end.
"My foot isn't broken! Would you prefer Lily-flower, Ladylove, Lady Lily, Lily of my heart or sweetie?" James wisely decided not to get into a spat about her sister.
Lily stomped hard on his right foot, and smirked. "I think you might want to check on the state of your foot now. And if we get to Hogwarts and you call me anything besides Evans… The Marauders will be down to three."
As James yowled in pain from his foot Lily stormed past him and into an open compartment, taking her trunk and owl with her.
James started to curse, but soon stopped when a pair of pretty and blonde fourth year girls scowled at him, and when he noticed Lily was no longer in sight. Truthfully, he was more disappointed in the absence of Lily, but denied that fact to himself. James walked off grumbling to find a compartment before the good ones were all taken, and he had to sit with Snape. Oh the horror!
On the other hand, Lily was quite content without James Potter, and would be even more ecstatic if he never spoke to her again. She started to speak to thin air, or as Lily claimed when her friend walked in, her owl named 'Lizabeth.
"I absolutely despise James Potter. He is simply wretched! I mean, why can't he just get a girlfriend and keep her? Oh yeah because he decides to spoil the relationship every single time because he constantly asks me out when he is with whatever tramp he's dating at the time! Why can't he understand that the answer will now and shall ever be, NO! I mean, if he could stop hexing others for no good reason, work in class, try to spend the time to actually getting to know me instead of just asking me out, and quit asking me out like every day, I might consider to say yes! If he weren't JAMES POTTER I would say yes! Urrrgggg!" Lily screamed.
Unfortunately for some, and fortunately for others, Sirius Black had been walking past the compartment and had heard every word that Lily had spoken.
As Sirius walked into the compartment James had found (to bandage his toe and wounded pride), he smiled a wicked grin and barked a short laugh.
"What would you say to a bet Prongs," Sirius asked James, while running his sly and adroit fingers through his conditioned muddy brown locks.
"Fine, but use Marauder rules, and add rule number five." James replied.
Ah, the Marauder Rules. Number one, it must not hurt or endanger a fellow marauder. Number two; it must be a Marauder worthy bet. Number three; it must involve one sickle and two knuts worth of money, no more and no less. Number four; if you bet it you have to pay up if you lose. Number five; it must pertain to Lily Evans. Number six; it must pertain to the Slytherins.
Numbers five and six were optional, but the others were written in stone.
Sirius' dark eyes glinted with a hint of anger at Lily. Prongs was his best mate and he didn't like that he was constantly fawning over some girl. Sirius figure the best way to go about getting him over this would be to make James realize Lily can't take a joke. As a Marauder, if you got a permanent girl, she had to be able to joke around. "Lily was being rude about you earlier. So, I dare you to make her look like a huge fool in the Great Hall, when the first years are being sorted. I don't care how, but you have got to do it. Oh, and the bet is first week's worth of homework done to the fullest extent of the loser's ability. And since I have already scheduled a night out with a different girl every night, the judges must be tough."
"Marauder judges, right? Peter and Remus and you?"
"Nah, if Lily doesn't say something spiteful and rude to you as well it doesn't count, no matter what the judges say. Deal?"
"Yeah, that works."
"So, where do you think Moony and Wormtail are?" Sirius and James' other friends' whereabouts were obviously the topic of conversation.
"I don't know."
Just then, the two boys in question marched in. Remus was quite bashfully wearing his prefect badge, and muttering something along the lines of I had a prefect meeting, sorry guys. Peter was no better, he moved clumsily and carefully in, jumping at every little sound.
"Look! Moony has gotten himself a badge!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Yeah! We can exploit it!" James agreed.
"I don't know why he would give it to me, I mean… with my condition." Remus replied.
"Don't worry! It is probably because of your moral, character, and all that other stuff I don't have." Sirius reassured him.
"Yeah, mate. He doesn't feel sorry for you, he just likes you for what Padfoot said," James seconded.
"Do you two want to be judges for the prank I plan to play on Evans?" James asked, changing topics with a grin.
"Sure!" Peter spoke with a high pitch girlish tone that seemed jubilant to help out.
"Why not?" Remus agreed, "I need something to get my mind off last night."
The other three nodded in understanding and sympathy. Remus was a werewolf, and despite all the unfair views he was a brave, brilliant and generous person.
Remus and Peter were opposites, while the former had dark brown eyes and a warm complexion paired with sandy brown hair, the latter possessed watery blue eyes, pastel yellow hair, and too pale skin with a pudgy stomach.
Peter was frightened of everything, not to mention the fact that he couldn't get more that the rare excellent in class to save his life. He took the longest to get spells right, but was always supportive of James' and Sirius' more daft schemes, while Remus was the calm voice of reason.
"I have the perfect idea," James exclaimed, and all the Marauders bent their heads together to prepare, and sending out a signal that clearly stated be afraid, be VERY afraid.
When Sirius was starting to plan the bet with James, Lily's BWF- best witch friend had just come in. Lily jumped out of her chair and hugged her hard enough to crack a least two ribs.
"Ouch, Lils! That hurt," Scarlett Delouse declared, as she perched on the seat opposite from Lily, blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her brown eyes stayed open and alert.
"Sorry. You know that I love to vent my anger through hugs," Lily chattered sarcastically.
"Don't you dare! Do you know how many times I would be escorted to the hospital? Why don't you take it out on the person that causes all of this, Mr. Potter!"
Scarlett bantered back.
"And then I'll hug Petunia, Potter, my last boyfriend- the wimp who didn't even last after one Potter prank, Potter, then Voldemort, Potter, the Marauders, and finally Potter.
"Whoa! Potter will die if he gets that many hugs from his dream girl." Scarlett joked.
"We can only hope! And you know, offer sacrifices to the death god…" Lily replied, faking seriousness.
"Yeah, well, how is Petunia?" Scarlett asked, switching gears fast.
"Worse every time I see her. Oh, it is awful! She called me names like freak and stupid. She said she would rather die then admit to prospective boyfriends, or anyone that she was my sister. She even said that she would love it if I would just… kill myself!" Lily sobbed. It may not seem like much, but after five years' worth of it hurt more than she had let on.
"Oh, Lily! I am so sorry. Don't worry, it'll work itself out, I promise." Scarlett comforted.
With Lily crying and the Marauders plotting, one can only hope that this group will survive…
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