THE UNICORN CHILD

SUMMARY--An abandoned child, raised by unicorns. seeing the world for the first time. A Marauder, prides in his adventures and clever pranks, dragging the day when he'd have to grow up. And then one day--"she look so familiar..."not your typical L/J story.

DISCLAIMER: not mine, not yours, JKR's.


Prologue—In the Forbidden Forest

James felt dizzy, he tore blindly through the dark, through the unwelcoming branches in the forbidden forest. He was bleeding. Hard. Today was a full moon, and Remus was unusually violent. Must be something he ate, James thought bitterly. He always felt bad when he saw Remus transform into a werewolf once a month, just seeing the pain in his friend's eyes as he changed gave James the shudders....


James Potter was a tall, sixteen year-old wizard, with jet black hair, which was always messy no matter what he did with it, metal framed glasses and deep, hazel eyes that lit up every time he smiles. In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was considered the top in most of his classes. Not Potions though, in which Professor Adrian hated him and his friends with a passion, but favoured all the Slytherines, especially Severus Snape. James was the leader of the group of Marauders, or at least he liked to think so.

Sirius Black was James' best friend since forever, he had raven black hair that fell elegantly into his eyes, naturally tamed, much to James' chagrin. He unlike James, had piercing, ice blue eyes. Sirius was a bright child, regardless of what his friends liked to tell him (author trying not to laugh). He was happily the best in his Astronomy class, Merlin blesses his name he has to be, much to his friends' annoyance. He was the joker in the group, always liked a good laugh.

Remus Lupin was the third Marauder, gentle and caring, with stormy gray eyes and sandy blond hair. He was the rational one in the group, kept them out of a lot of trouble. But don't be fooled by his appearances, his friends knew that beneath the icing of the cake Remus was mischievous as ever, thought up the best pranks in Marauder history. To his misfortune though, he was bitten by a werewolf at a very small age, when his friends found out about his condition, they didn't shun him but instead accepted him readily and became animagus to keep him company when he transformed, well, they also did it to explore the forbidden forest with him.

The last member of the group is one Peter Pettigrew, the quiet one, always following the other three around.


James was still limping, he could barely stand up, lucky he was in his stag form. He felt much stronger as an animal. He had told Sirius and Peter to take care of the berserk werewolf, poor Remus. so James was left alone trying to find his way through the forest.

He was breathing heavily now, he had lost too much blood, his legs were trembling, he fell to a clearing in the woods. James started to panic, what is he going to do? He's in no condition to change back to human, let alone use magic to help himself, and he doubted Sirius and Peter are coming back any time soon, a werewolf is scarcely something easy to manage.

Slowly he started to pass out, his eyes half closed, the pain was too much to bear.

Suddenly, without any sound or warning, something came out from behind the dense woods and was moving towards him. James couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he could tell it was human. It came closer still, he could tell now that it was a woman, a young woman, but he didn't recognize her.

By now he was pretty sure that he was hallucinating, for the girl was unlike any other he saw. In the moonlight he could make out her long wavy hair flowing down to her slim waist, it was brown maybe, or red, he couldn't be sure, her skin was pale and flawless, she was clad in two pieces of silk-like white cloth, one covering her chest and the other around her curvy hips down to her thighs. She was walking gracefully on her bare feet, James wondered briefly if that was a good way to walk on the rough ground. A soft halo was surrounding her. Maybe she was an angel? Yeah, she must be, James concluded.

Maybe he has died and gone to heaven.

She kneeled in front of him now, still in stag form. Observing him closely, she gently stroked his long neck, and smiled softly at him. Merlin, maybe he was in heaven. She found his wound, murmured something he didn't recognize, and then to his surprise she produced a knife out of thin air, what is she doing? She looked calm still, in her soothing presence. She raised the knife and softly slit her index finger, she didn't even wince. James expected to see red blood flowing out but it was a silver liquid that drop from her fingertip and onto the nasty, bloody opening in his leg. Al of a sudden, he felt a cool, tranquilizing feeling flowing through his leg and then the wound was healing.

She was smiling now.

Suddenly there were sounds coming from the woods, he turned his head slightly to see, must be Sirius and Peter was coming back with Remus, then he realized the sun is starting to rise, Remus should have changed back by now. When he turned his head back, the girl was gone, he didn't even notice. But then he was able to stand up, good as new. So it wasn't a dream?

Who was she?


A/N: so, how am i doing? should i continue? please review, my life depends on it.