Breathing Life In Me

Summary:

He was the heart-throb chaser. Figuratively, she was the snitch; resisting capture. He was dynamic, she was beautiful. He was arrogant, she was sweet. He was the leader of the infamous marauders, she was precise and the perfect student. She was Lily and He was James. Clashes, trials and seemingly everlasting tests of love, after an era of wait, Green met Hazel and the world spun.

Sirius Black to the whole world was James Potter's best friend, or more precisely brother. He did not want to fall in love when he had been younger, but one witch managed to entangle herself through his heartstrings, making his heart pound furiously. She was his match and he was coming to accept the inevitable.

Remus just wanted a fair chance to life. He had the best, best friends in the world and he couldn't be more grateful.

This is a story of five, barely adult wizards (and witches) as they come to terms with first their own feelings, then acceptance and then fighting through all the complications that life undeniably brings. This is the story of the start of the 'dark times', the beginning of the first war so soon after Grindelwald. This is the legacy of the most mysterious (if not most 'awesome') characters that lived before Harry Potter. This is the story of the love that saved the world.

All Canons, to the best of my knowledge. There are a lot of characters like Frank Longbottom, Alice Prewett, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Mary Macdonald, Jessica Vane, Mundungus Fletcher, Amos Diggory, Lucias Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Black et-cetra. And you will even see some of these relationships developing. especially Frank-Alice. And a lot, lot of Severus Snape too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Preface

She felt torn as she stood between the two of them. Again. Snake versus Lion.

Black- Green- Hazel.

She first turned to the right. Her eyes meeting the darkest shade of black. And she felt that she was looking at two people. He was not the same and yet she knew, somewhere within herself that he was still there, somewhere beneath all the exterior. His coal black eyes cold and slightly unnerving as he studied her face, in what could only be described as an unmistakable hungry way.

He had been the one who introduced her to this world, her world, the world where she first met 'him'. He had been the one to tell her stories, he had always been the one she had considered her best-friend. How could she have not when she was the one person he seemed to care about? How could she have not when he was the one who first told her about magic.

He had been the one who had begged her, had set her this final test. Had asked her to choose. He had selfishly offered her the one chance that he knew was her vulnerability, her last hold on her childhood.

Time and again, he had hurt her.

But he knew she would always forgive him.

And then she looked left, and then, everything inside her burned. Her heart skipped a beat, like it always did as she gazed into his sincere, genuine and confident eyes. Her world steadied around her. A sense of over powering belonging scorched into her being. They had collided, time and again. But like two opposing magnets, each was drawn to the other. It was inexplicable, the way only he could get beneath her skin and yet manage to bring about a certain tenderness that was reserved for him, and only him.

Green met Hazel, and the world spun.

And she knew that the decision had been made, the first time they met, they parted to meet again and again and again. He stood for everything she believed in, what she wanted to believe in. She remembered the righteousness that always seemed to be there when her own graceful frame fit snugly in the side of his arrogant athletic structure. The overwhelming feeling of security that he brought her.

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."These were the only words that echoed inside her.

And then she took a step and the universe-altering decision was made.

Some three hundred and fifty miles away, in a deserted London Underground, a pudgy man whimpered slightly as five masked people cornered him. His beady eyes moved to-and-fro as he searched or possible exits. In his left hand, he clutched a thin wooden stick like thing, unsteadily.

"You are one of us Pete. One for all, all for one." A strong voice whispered in his mind, lending him courage.

The burliest of the five sneered at the beady man. He was possibly the easiest target that they had seen in the last few weeks. If only their master hadn't given the specific instructions, they could have had some fun.

"You have until the thirteenth of the next month Wormtail." The boisterous voice of a man whose identity he was uncertain of, sneered at him.

The poor victim seemed to positively flinch at hearing his voice.

"What took you so long wormy?" The courage lending voice was trying it's hardest to hold it's own ground; but there were other voices in his head now, battling to take power. The small voice was trying it's hardest to beat the others.

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." The voice was relentless, pushing the others momentarily.

But there was another instinct that was fast gaining utter dominance, an instinct of survival.

"We don't give second chance." He recognized this voice, it was a high pitched menacing sound of one of his best friend's sister.

"Wormtail." The voice that seemed to have been courageous a second ago whimpered, almost defeated. But it was still pleading.

He had slumped into the wall and the five walked away, leaving him crunched in the corner.

"Crucio." The menacing voice screeched.

And then he felt sheer agony, every body part screamed in protest. He could have heard his own screams echo in the dark deserted underground if he could have had the consciousness to hear anything. The agony was beyond anything he had ever felt.

And then nothing. He thought he heard a cackling mad-like laughter of the woman before he passed into the darkness. He wasn't strong enough.

"Wormtail."

The voice finally died.

Breathing Life In Me

Oh, thinking about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothing can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me coming back for more

-Heaven, Bryan Adams

"Of Starts, reflections and traditions."

There was a slight pop as Sirius Black appeared on the less crowded section of the platform nine of king's cross station in muggle London. He winked at two passing females who gave him a once over and giggled before walking past him; he didn't notice them as they turned their heads to give him a second look before turning a corner. He was Sirius black after all, marauder and sinfully handsome and was thus used to such attention.

He grinned at himself as he took in the familiar sight of the station. He could make out some of the Hogwarts students as they tried to make it look as inconspicuous as possible as they walked through the barrier between the platforms 9 and 10.

He dragged his trolley towards the barrier and smirked at the auror guards who were dressed as muggles and kept an eye on the people passing through the barrier. He heard the first of the two guard groan as he took in the 17 year old and his trolley. Yes, he and his best mates had caused enough trouble at the station to have a lasting impression on the wizard guards as well as the muggle officials on duty. The second guard looked at him warily as he approached but sighed in relief as he held up one hand in mock surrender and tipped his imaginary hat before nodding and walking carelessly into the barrier. A serene smile lit up his face as he took in the site that read, "Hogwarts Express" on platform nine and three quarters.

He sighed as he realized that this was the last time he was going to ride the train back to his home. Yes, home; Hogwarts was perhaps the first place where Sirius knew he belonged. He had loathed his family for being what they were, wizards who were overly enthusiastic about a person's blood status. 'The Noble House of Black' looked down upon muggles and muggle born wizards and witches; he hated that.

In Hogwarts he had found his identity, he had found his brother in all but blood, and he had also found his best mates, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. The four of them together formed the infamous Marauders.

He had also met someone he knew he could spend forever with, the only girl he could think of spending hours in company and would think of it like seconds together; the only problem was she had yet to find that small detail out. They were best friends and everyone knew that they would end up together sans themselves ever since the second day of their first year. He smiled slightly as he adjusted his bag on the trolley and turned around quickly as he felt a familiar huff behind him.

"You are late." Spoke the voice of a highly irritated Reah Samuels.

Sirius grinned at her, "A marauder is never late, others are simply just early Samuels."

The irritated brunette crossed her arms to show her indignation but a twitch of her lips betrayed her and she laughed as Sirius hugged her and spun her in a little circle before putting her down.

"It's been 6 years and you still manage to make me wait for 10 minutes every year Black. What the hell." She huffed as she moved her trolley so she was equal to where he stood facing the gleaming engine.

Sirius chuckled as he laid a casual arm across her shoulders and leaned in towards her ears and said, "Some things can never be changed Rish" before kissing her cheek and winking at her.

Reah smiled at that. I mean, who wouldn't smile at something like that. She rolled her eyes but grinned up at the winking marauder.

The smile sent Sirius' stomach a little jolt. He couldn't help but feel attracted towards the woman that she had grown into. Honestly, half the Hogwarts male population was attracted towards the mischievous brunette. She had curves that made men drool, she had chocolate brown eyes which twinkled as she laughed and had a smile that made the world seem right from wrong. And to top it off, she was smart, funny andloved pranks. He couldn't help but fall a little more for the girl next to him.

"REAH SAMUELS" they both heard an annoyed voice yell. They both turned to face an excited red head who threw herself at Reah and she squealed and hugged her best friend. Sirius chuckled as they both ranted abut not writing enough over the last week of the holidays.

Lily Evans was a witch. Saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She had shining Red hair that cascaded down her back when she left them open and her green eyes were the most captivating aspect of her personality. Her 5'7" frame was slightly taller than her best-friends' and she like Reah had a body that could only add to a man's fantasy. Another aspect about this particular Red Head was her brain. She had a wit to match even the marauders and was also a complete 'know-it-all' student who topped most every class, every year. Lily Evans was also known for other things, especially her compassion and her ability to look beyond what an average person could see. Yes, Lily Evans was a model student and every girl secretly wanted to be her. She was entrancing in many ways, she was graceful and always ready to lend a helping hand.

She was just Lily Evans.

She turned around to greet her house mate as he chuckled because she had forgotten he was there as she was so excited to see her best friend after a week. She gave him a hug and released him as he yelled, "EVANS!"

Lily rubbed her ears as Sirius had basically yelled into her ears but grinned at him. Now Lily did not particularly like him and his friends but Sirius was Reah's best friend and well how could you avoid your best friend's best friend?

"Louder Black, people in America might not have heard you." She said dryly.

Reah laughed as she swung around and started walking towards the train.

"Can't skip the tradition, can we now Evans?" Sirius grinned and started after Reah.

Lily smiled as she turned to get her trolley before starting towards the direction of her two friends.

Yes, Sirius Black had always greeted Lily with a yell of 'EVANS' for the last six years. That was usually followed by his best friend... she stopped the thought in the track, NO, James Potter was not going to be in her thoughts.

But where is he? – A small voice in her head asked her.

How would I know? The sane part of her brain scoffed.

Is he hurt or something? – The annoying voice asked in a worried tone

Like I care or something. - The sane voice commented.

It's been more than 2 seconds that I am here, and he has still to show himself. Why isn't he with Sirius? Has he given up? – The voice sounded as if it was in a pain to even have thought about it.Her stomach gave an unpleasant jolt as she processed this thought.

Like I care or something. – The sane voice sounded unsure but it stood its ground warily.

You know you do. – The smug voice said

"Did I hear something about tradition?" A smug voice behind her made her jump.

She allowed herself a secret smile as she recognized the voice and felt the familiar sensation of something deep tugging at her stomach.

She turned around quickly and came to face the one and only, Marauder, Quidditch extraordinaire and again, sinfully handsome, James Potter.

How do you describe James Potter?

He was the infamous leader of the infamous Marauders, he was Sirius Black's best mate, and he was the Quidditch captain for the Gryffindor's house team since the last two years. He had messy dark brown hair that had a windswept look about them, hazel eyes that had a mischievous twinkle in them permanently, behind round glasses. He stood at 6'1" only slightly taller than Sirius. Hogwarts idolized him in a way. Students looked up at him. He was naturally talented when it came to wand lore; he was in the top 5 of all the classes without even trying to read the lessons a week before the exams, even the OWLs. He was just good at most everything he did. He was the only child of the Ministry's head Aurors' Daniel and Isabelle Potter. He was the only heir to the Potter name and heritage. Yes, the Potters were a line of one of the richest pure-blooded wizard families. But they were above all the blood status obsession and looked at everyone in the simplest ways and into the person's individuality.

The most essential aspect of James' personality was that he was head over heels in love with the one and only Lily Evans.

Lily collected herself and groaned as she could see what was coming next, "Will you go out with me Evans?"

Lily cursed herself for even thinking about James Potter. If she would have just kept her thoughts from straying she might not have had to face the idiot. Wistful wishes.

"No Potter." She rolled her eyes as she started turning around and caught his action of running his hand into the back of his head and messing up his already messy hair further.

She huffed. Honestly, what part of the word 'No' didn't that prat get out of her continuous rejections for the last six years?

"Your loss." Potter said cheekily but if someone would have seen a little more closely, there was a slight drop in the way he moved his shoulders.

This was why Lily Evans refused to go out with the marauder. He was arrogant with an overly inflated head.

"Of course." Lily said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

They had started walking towards the gleaming engine as the warning signal for the students to alight sounded.

She turned to the second door and was about to load her trunk into the door when James loaded her trunk before she had a chance to even whip her head behind. He smiled genuinely at her and motioned for her to move ahead of him and she muttered, "I could have got that myself." But smiled and climbed up and started dragging the suitcase to find the compartment that she was sure Reah had found for them both. James smiled to himself as he quickly hopped onto the train as the whistle blew and the parents of the younger children started shouting last minute instructions to the excited children.

He gave himself a minute as he remembered how his parents had hugged him at home and said their good byes' as they were both needed at work immediately. He was used to it, but he still felt a pang as he realized just how dangerous the times were and the risk his parents were in continuously.

He shook his head and setting the natural arrogant marauder look in place he followed after the red head. His eyes eyeing the red head fondly, he knew he could spend the rest of his life following her to the ends of the world, only if she would let him.

Author's Note:

I do not own Harry Potter. Do not rub that in. Reah Samuels is my own character though.=]

Hi Everyone! So this is a revised version (a slightly better in my opinion) of my previous story line, "Breathing life In Me"; The main plot line is the same but I have reduced the amount of tragedy and added DRAMA!

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