Prologue
Third Person P.O.V
Dear Lily Evans,
As someone who has your best interests at heart and would definitely be glad to meet you;
"Well, to be honest, I have met you. But I doubt you will remember me," A voice murmured, before the person rolled their eyes and continued with the letter.
I am writing this letter so that you can have a better future!
"Way to be dramatic," A second person said, leaning over the writer's shoulder.
"Shut up!" The first person said, not deigning to look at the second.
There are a few important things you need to know. The Marauders might be arrogant bullies, but they are people you want on your side in any confrontation. They might not have reached their full potential, but they will.
"How do you even know that, brother?" The second person asked, still peeking over the first's shoulder. The first person smiled wryly but didn't say anything.
Voldemort has created seven Horcruxes, pieces of his soul that have been split from his body and hidden in containers of his choice. In our time these containers are famous items of the Founders of Hogwarts.
"Honestly," The second person said, sighing exasperatedly. "How do you have all this information?"
"Don't whine, little brother. I've been alive long enough and hidden in so many questionable places that I've eavesdropped on far too many conversations." The first person answered with a bitter smile.
The younger of the two just stared at the older. They both knew that each of their family members had gone through a lot. And they hadn't pried before, but now the younger wonders if maybe they should have.
I have a few pieces of advice for you as well. Firstly, a quote by one of my friends: 'It's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you!'. Secondly: Trust your friends, but not beyond reason, because in desperate situations anyone can betray you. Thirdly: A betrayal from a friend hurts more than a betrayal from an enemy, because it's more unexpected.
If nothing else, trust that I know what's going to happen and I only wish for the future to be better. If you are wondering why I chose you, well, some people are born to be legends. And you can influence people in a way nobody else in your generation will be able to. I wish you all the best, and good luck!
A child of the times.
"You give good advice, you know?" The younger brother interrupts the older man's doubts. "She should believe this, I think. But I've never met her."
The older boy scoffed. "You would have loved her. Everyone would have. The three marauders and their flower – the only four people in the world who could do and say anything, and you would believe them. And they were wonderful! I only regret that they couldn't -"
The two brothers were interrupted by a crash as the door fell. The younger turned to the older, and they exchanged a look filled with everything they wanted to express. With a smile, the younger turned to the intruders and grinned.
"I suppose you old coots would like to dance?" He asked and laughed when they were riled up by such a petty insult. "I see you can't take an insult well!"
And then they were fighting, and not a normal fist fight or one with words, but a full-fledged magical duel. A five against one fight that the older brother knew might end badly for his younger brother. But they had agreed, and so he did something he hoped he didn't regret.
Turning his back on his brother, he cut open his hand and spilled blood around the letter. Drawing some runes that started to glow almost immediately, he muttered a spell. With a bright flash of light, the letter disappeared. He gave himself a second to hope it had reached its destination and that his calculations were correct, before he turned to the battle raging behind him.
Not even sparing a moment to heal his bleeding hand, he threw himself into the fray, back-to-back with his brother. It only took a few seconds before he felt the change, and with a ripple like a shockwave, they were unconscious.
