This story is still in the works. So I'm only putting the prologue up for now.
Heads-up, if you don't like anything Harry Potter related, especially the marauders, then I suggest you move along because that is all this story is.
Thank you all for reading this far and I hope you enjoy the story otherwise!
[PROLOGUE]
High school. The land of firsts and lasts. There was no exception to this at Hogwarts. Though the firsts and lasts did range into the magical types, more so than a muggle school. Obviously. And much to James Potter's disbelief, he had many firsts and lasts at this old school he calls a second home. And at the top of the list, Lily Evans. The born redhead and green eyed snark full witch that somehow stole his heart right out of his chest and never gave it back. For she gave her heart to him, and they carried them in one another's bodies, to the day they died.
This here story is not one of love. No, it is everything and. It is of growing up, hardships, the meaning of friendship, and family, and caring, and hate and love and green eyed girls who try hard not to give in to their darkest pleasures of hazel eyed boys.
A story of a grey eyed man who wants only his friends to be happy, for if they are happy, then so shall he.
A story of a light brunette werewolf that ate chocolate way too much and still managed a skinny body.
A story of a short and stout young man that tries too hard to fit in with his friends, no matter how hard they tell him that he is perfect the way he is.
A story of a blonde that refused such devotions beyond a simple friendship.
A story of a blonde, then brunette, then blonde, then brunette girl who fell too quickly much to her selfless heart.
A story of a tall, and at the time, unhappy man who had lost his way one too many times.
A story of how all these people came together, just to form an incredible tale for you.