A/N: Not my best work. I had so much trouble starting this. I was in a Harry Potter mood though.
Done while listening to "Shine On" by The Kooks.
It's Only The Truth
Remus was always right. That was one of the unspoken Marauder rules, right after various ones concerning Lily Evans and et cetera.
James had been complaining, hinting, and otherwise bringing-up-every-second the fact that, as their second to last year at Hogwarts was nearing the halfway point, he had still not managed to get a date with Lily Evans. This was certainly not uncommon, but for a reason unbeknownst to the other Marauders, Remus was not in the mood to hear it that evening.
They had been seated around a warm fire wrapped in blankets of different sizes and colors, happily talking about things they would never remember the next morning, their bellies filled with that night's dinner and smuggled Butterbeer.
"Do you think it's possible, Moony, that she even likes me?"
Remus had been quiet for most of that night. He shrugged quietly and continued to stare deeply at the fire, a philosophical look on his face.
"Maybe, Prongs. I don't know. I think that everyone feels like their unnoticed at some point in their lives. It should be only natural, right?"
The other boys stared at him, confused by this tangent. James' mouth turned downward into a haughty pout.
"But do you think we'll be together one day? And…"
James paused here, looking as though he were about to tell a deep secret he had never shared with anyone before.
"And I'm not just talking about dating here, guys. I really like Lily." A blush settled on his cheeks, near impossible to see because of the glow from the fire. "I'm not kidding right now, Moony. I want to know if we're going to be together."
Sirius shook his head slightly, a smile creeping onto his face. "Remus can't tell the future, you know." He laughed dryly, most likely to cover up the awkwardness of the whole situation. As much as he loved chaos, confrontation, especially when it was between his two best friends, was not something he enjoyed.
"Please, Moony. Remus. I have to know." Peter had slunk away from the circle of warmth they had made, and was now nestled somewhere in the darkness of the common room. Sirius looked torn between taking Remus' side and James'.
Finally, Remus moved. He adjusted the blankets around him, stole one of the ugly pink polka-dot blankets off Sirius' lap (provoking an annoyed cry from Sirius), and handed it to James. He smiled, the fire casting shadows on his face and pronouncing his scars even more.
"Yes." He answered, as the three of them shifted towards each other, forgetting about Peter. "She will definitely be with you someday, James. I'm sure of it."
And, because Remus was always right, James believed him.