A/N Ok, this is my first fic. I know its sort of depressing… but it's from the point of view of Mikkaylah Taylor, a friend of the Marauders and Co. ,reflecting on the people she knew, and their stupidity, sort of. Sooo…review, pretty please.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marauders or Lily. They belong to the ingenious J.K. Rowling. Maranda Black is the property of my friend Cass.
Ok, so we did a lot of stupid things. But maybe one of the stupidest things we did is getting married. We all did it, even though there was a war going on. Even though we knew that one of us would more than likely be killed, and the other one of us would be heartbroken. We all did. Maybe it was because we figured that it wouldn't make the mourning any easier. In fact it would be harder, because we would always regret not having that one thing that would make our love eternal. But either way, it still hurt. And we still did it. That one stupidest thing.
We got married. Even I did. Even after I had seen all of my friends, fourteen years before have their hearts broken. I married Sirius, only to have him die a month later. At least I have something to remember him by. I have a son. Remus married Maranda, and he has nothing to remember her by. Nothing except photographs. Lily and James had it the easiest. They died together, to protect their son, my godson, who is still carrying on their message, even though he never knew them. They were lucky.
But even though it was undoubtedly the most stupid thing we ever did, I know none of us regret it. Not one.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marauders or Lily. They belong to the ingenious J.K. Rowling. Maranda Black is the property of my friend Cass.
Ok, so we did a lot of stupid things. But maybe one of the stupidest things we did is getting married. We all did it, even though there was a war going on. Even though we knew that one of us would more than likely be killed, and the other one of us would be heartbroken. We all did. Maybe it was because we figured that it wouldn't make the mourning any easier. In fact it would be harder, because we would always regret not having that one thing that would make our love eternal. But either way, it still hurt. And we still did it. That one stupidest thing.
We got married. Even I did. Even after I had seen all of my friends, fourteen years before have their hearts broken. I married Sirius, only to have him die a month later. At least I have something to remember him by. I have a son. Remus married Maranda, and he has nothing to remember her by. Nothing except photographs. Lily and James had it the easiest. They died together, to protect their son, my godson, who is still carrying on their message, even though he never knew them. They were lucky.
But even though it was undoubtedly the most stupid thing we ever did, I know none of us regret it. Not one.