She stared at them, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew fighting-without their wands-Mulciber, Avery, Rosier and Snape together and Lily Evans struggling against Remus Lupin who held her back with strength she hadn't expected of him-he was so scrawny-knowing she would rush into the fray if he let her go. She wished she had their courage.

She looked at Sirius Black who'd defied his family, who'd purposely only dated muggleborns to piss off his mother, who'd-rumor had it-turned down the girl he fancied because she was a pureblood, who'd stayed so many years in a house he'd hated for his brother, who'd not hesitated to befriend the sickly looking boy who was Remus Lupin, who'd always been mean but never evil, never cruel, never prejudiced-except against Slytherins.

She looked at James Potter who'd-rumor had it-taken in Sirius when he'd run away from home, who'd offered him financial support and most importantly emotional, who'd not hesitated to befriend the underdog who was Peter Pettigrew, who'd always been there for Lily Evans whether she knew it or not, who'd always been cocky and clueless but had matured to a boy who surpassed even the Potter standards of bravery and sensibility-which were quite high.

She looked at Peter Pettigrew who didn't have a single bitter bone in him though his friends were better than him in everything except History of Magic, who followed James and Sirius around like a lost puppy but still had his own opinions and thoughts, who helped those who were bullied because he'd been, too, who brought the marauders food without a single complain because he was too loyal to them to even consider complaining, who'd tell people a story, his story, a story of a boy who'd grew up with the ladies his mum gossiped with and now was the one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts to give them hope.

She looked at Remus Lupin, who despite having such frail health and such a sickly family was always mild, who was not the kindest marauder, they were all kind they just didn't act like it, but the one most likely to listen, who had stood up for Peter when he'd been bullied against sixth years when he was twelve, who, for some reason, always seemed surprised that so many people liked him, who despite his mild demeanor would hex you within an inch of your life if you so much as insulted his friends.

She looked at Lily Evans who was struggling against Remus trying to jump into the fray despite all the boys being twice her size, she saw no fear in her eyes, who was an inspiration for all muggleborns, half-bloods and even purebloods, who didn't take anyone's crap, who hunted down and hexed Mulciber for what he'd done to Mary Macdonald, who was wise, kind and pretty and still fiery, stubborn and brave, who'd a tongue sharper than a knife yet still sweeter than honey.

She looked at them and thought how they deserved so much more, how Sirius Black only needed to turn back to his family and say that he'd been misled and he'd be safe, how James Potter could stay neutral, how Peter Pettigrew an Remus Lupin could easily stay under the radar, how Lily Evans could return to her muggle life, but most of all how they don't because staying being safe would mean being separate and how because of that they stayed, in danger, in love, happy.

She stared at them and made her decision, she looked at Livvy and shook her head, no she wasn't going to leave Hogwarts and go to muggle University. It was strange that she chose danger based on the decisions of people she had never spoken to, who she'd admired from afar but never really dared approach. Years later she would shield Marlene Mckinnon from an avada kedavra and she'd feel ashamed that even as she jumped in front of the curse she was terrified, terrified of death. Marlene Mckinnon would stare, wondering who she was and why she'd saved her, she'd be crushed by a terrible guilt and would fail to see Rodolphus Lestrange sneak up on her and be captured, she'd suffer a fate worse than a simple avada kedavra. But even as she'd be tortured to insanity, forced to watch all her family die before her eyes and then killed, she'd never forget the face of the girl who'd saved her only to condemn her to a worse fate than before.

Disclaimer: Not mine

So, seems like this is the crappy sequel eh? It was meant to be how they inspired her, but didn't turn out so well unfortunately. So please tell me how to get better. Thanks for reading!

Shout out to Kashlazy who was the one who told me to write this albiet crappy sequel, so whose persepective would you like next?

-Love,

Lakshmi