Right! Since this story has gotten such a positive response, and you've all left such lovely comments (I love you all) I'm posting the second chapter :p.
The chapters will vary in length, but other than chapter three (which is a bit short) then the rest of them should be more than 1k words for sure. I have the first four chapters fully written out, and the first three I've self edited. I have yet to acquire a new beta, and I'm still not 100% sure why I haven't gotten a new one. So if you do spot any grammar mistakes etc, feel free to send me a PM :)
XKendroidXTasyfan: I wanted to respond to your review, but you have PM disabled :T, but generally I just want to say you aren't far off in your guesses about the Marauders ages. Canonically James and Lily were 21 when they died, but this is quite a while before that. Thank you for your review though darling xxx
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Thursday, February 8th, 1979
Something feels weird. From the moment he wakes up he knows that something is about to shift. Drastically.
He tries to explain it to Sirius when the raven haired wizard comes out of the shower, towel wrapped lowly around his hips, rubbing at his damp locks with a smaller, white towel. "Maybe we should postpone the mission until tomorrow," Remus had tried to say, but it fell on deaf ears. "We'll be fine Moony, you worry too much."
Of course he did, with James and Sirius as his best mates he had to worry, they were constantly reckless and rash, although James had always been easier to reason with. Remus worried about Peter too, their shorter friend was good, he was kind and he always made sure that they had their homework done and they had eaten for the day. Remus didn't want the war to destroy Peter, like he had seen it destroy so many people and families so far, even before they were out of school.
They had protected mostly from the real war until they graduated, then they had been thrust into a cruel, vastly different world. All of the advanced spells that their teachers had tried to teach them in the last couple years at Hogwarts came in handy and most of the time, they were what saved their lives each day.
It was simply meant to be a reconnaissance mission, nothing more, or they never would have sent fresh faced, eager eighteen year olds out by themselves.
They figure out too late that it is an ambush, and before they can blink, it is a fight for their lives. Remus swallows thickly as he hears a shrill cry and a loud thump from across the way where Mary was just hit by a bright orange spell. She is now convulsing on the ground, he can hear her teeth clicking together, even from over here and it makes him wince.
Sweat is gathering on his brow, and he dares not take the time to wipe it away, focusing on throwing curses and shielding himself from the ones being hurled his way.
A single drop of sweat runs from his right temple down his face, and a burst of smells explode into the area, consuming his senses and overshadowing the metallic smell of blood and the sour smell of death.
He glances to his right and he sees three disoriented wix standing in the open, completely vulnerable.
Who are they? Remus can't determine if the new arrivals are friend or foes, but the air around them is crackling and sizzling with magic.
He tries to keep one eye on them, but they aren't attacking anyone, the girl drops her mug and whips her wand out of her front pocket. Instead their backs hit each other's and they're defending themselves. They're aiming at the people in masks and none of the Order. They also don't look frightened, as most people their age would. They look seasoned, fierce, dangerous.
They are dressed strangely, especially for the weather. The girl is in denim shorts, trainers and what looks like a Gryffindor Quidditch jersey, but he can't be certain. Honey brown curls are cascading down her back, creamy white skin, warm brown eyes. He feels a strange pull to her, and he can't quite describe it.
The shorter boy is pale, with a messy mop of raven hair, black wire rimmed glasses, with bright green eyes; and Remus can't help but think that he's seen those eyes before. He's tall, and whilst on the thinner side he looks lithe, and as he shouts a spell, he looks strong and determined. He looks exactly like James, Remus thinks in surprise.
The final member of their group is tall, Remus thinks perhaps he's taller than him, he towers over the female, but as he watches her move he doesn't doubt that she could cut him down if she really wanted. He's got a shock of ginger hair, pale skin, freckles covering him, bright blue eyes and despite being so tall, with such long limbs, he still looks like he could take a few hits and dish them out.
Remus feels another pull and it makes no sense, but it feels scarily like a Pack bond linking him to the raven haired boy.
The two boys are dressed similarly, faded jeans, the taller wearing a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, and James's doppelganger is wearing a slate grey vest, his arm muscles flexing as he throws spell after spell.
Then the Death Eaters are retreating, and the three wix in the middle of the action stop throwing spells, but they aren't quite relaxed either. Remus feels a harsh tap on his shoulder, and catches a glimpse of shoulder length raven locks and an all black ensemble. Sirius. Remus quickly follows after him, and with a nod and a jerk of his chin towards the three wix, Remus understands what his best mate wants.
It happens before he can properly think about it, and next thing he knows they're holding them at wand point. Remus has got a hold of the ginger wizard, and his suspicions were correct; he is taller than Remus, by at least four inches.
Remus can hear movement back behind the rubble and he knows that the others are tending to the wounded. Peter and Dorcas. Mary was dead, and he couldn't remember the names of the other two wix that had joined them on their mission, and it makes him feel wretched. They may die amongst people who don't even know their names.
Then Sirius says the words that change everything. It's not just in Remus's imagination, his best mates see it too.
"Fuck Prongs. He looks just like you."
