L/J, as usual.
Okay. I had done this about a month ago, and finally had a chance to type it up. Enjoy!!!
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James, Sirius, and
Remus were walking down Muggle London, so they could get to the Leaky Cauldron.
There was a homeless man by the Leaky Cauldron. In his wrinkled hands, bore a
filthy cup. His eyes were dull and cold; his mouth was dry and parched. As the
trio approached the Leaky Cauldron, a girl a few inches shorter than James
approached. Her auburn hair was wavy and reached down to her hips. Today, and
was down and curly. She wore Muggle clothes, like the boys. She wore tight,
sleek, dark blue denim jeans, and a tank top of silvery material. "Hi Padfoot,
Moony, and Prongs!" she said cheerfully. Then she saw the old homeless man. She
rummaged through her moneybag. "Do you prefer Muggle or wizard money?" she
asked. "Wizard, please," he croaked. She grabbed 10 galleons, 14 sickles, and
12 Knuts. Then she placed them quietly into the cup. She said, "that's enough
for you to set some robs, get food at the leaky cauldron, and get a room there
until you get a job. I'll check on you weekly to see how you are doing. What's
your name?" "Well, my name is Damon. Damon Hampton, and I thank you very much.
You're one of those special, kind people, and I thank you," Damon said. "Mr.
Hampton, it was no problem. Damon Hampton, that name sounds familiar. Hmm…
Wait, aren't you a true seer?" she asked. "Yes. What's your name?" he answered,
as they walked into the leaky cauldron. She ordered drinks for all 5 of them,
while James, Sirius, and Remus watched the discussion with fascination. "My
name is Lily. Lily Evans. He is James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.
Peter Pettigrew is at work, and cannot attend," she said cautiously. Damon
gasped. He clutched her wrist and said, "I had a vision of you a few months
ago. It's on this paper because I felt it would save lives." He produced an old
parchment and muttered a password no one could hear, then wrote: Lily Evans
Quickly, the future unfolded in the spidery writing. Lily leaned forward and read…
Cliffe, ppl! Sorry.
