A/N: Hello all!

I present to you the tale of the Marauders. I know... it's been done multiple times before and one can never compete with the brilliant stuff out there. But that's no reason to not do it, is it?

I'll be posting the first chapter in a while and I hope this will seem sensible when I do.

Disclaimer: JKR is the owner (also, my inspiration).

Prologue

Wafting across the Black Lake, James gazed reminiscently at the silhouetted picture of Hogwarts standing ever-archaic before them. The stone structure was bidding him farewell, saluting all of them, reminding them of tenacity in the face of all that was to follow, as it had itself stood unmoving through every ordeal.

James leaned back a bit wondering what Lily might be thinking right now—perhaps of some insignificant memory or other, or maybe nothing at all and simply letting nostalgia take over her—with the wistful smile adorning her lips. He pulled her back into his chest and hung a lackadaisical arm around her shoulder—which she responded by entwining her right hand with his and glancing at him with glassy yet content eyes, confirming James's suspicions regarding her thoughts: she was indeed remembering some seemingly inconsequential moment, or a partially forgotten conversation with Nessa, that was worth all her cherishment.

Lily's complacent countenance compelled James to follow suit and snippets of such conversations began flowing in his head too—from fights to awkward encounters to naked truths uttered only under the influence of the constellations twinkling from above.

"You really could've had a better excuse than forgetting your path…"

"Honest, dear."

"Mate, you need to get laid." (He chuckled at that one)

"It's not originality Potter, it is parody."

"Things are finished there, I suppose."

"Pass the liquor Moony, this is too depressing."

"Oi Potter, got a second?"

"I'd love a cig right now, y'know? Got one by some miraculous chance?"

"I wish I'd had a last hug… or a simple goodbye. Anything to make this emptiness go away—that I could've done something."

"It never mattered. I was always pretty sure of that one. I was always pretty sure of her."

"Fuck him, and his lot, and their so called honor."

"Could've fooled someone else. You underestimate me Potter."

"Sure, Potter."

And he sighed.

A/N: That was short. The rest will be longer, I assure you.

Now, on more important matters: Please, please review. Believe me, it gives A LOT of inspiration (will be needing that through the writer's blocks, lol).

For now, I give you my love. See you again with the first chapter!