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rating is pg13 just to be safe...there is like nothing in here that is pg13, or at least there shouldnt be, but just in case im gonna rate it that.

Im posting this right now just because I feel like posting something. But anywho...

So far this is my drift on it: it will follow the marauders after they leave Hogwarts...what were their jobs, etc...THEN...sigh maybe ill do peter's betrayal and all that good stuff. Well really its bad stuff, but good stuff as in its interesting in a story. Yeah....nobody likes peter...what a RAT...I mean COME ON, if you're gonna be an animagis be something like an eagle or a kitty, not a RAT. Not that there's anything wrong with rats...ahem...heres the first chapter.

James Potter strode along the busy alley, his bright hazel eyes shining from underneath his glasses, which were quite large in proportion to his face as they always had been for him. He was wearing long richly woven black robes that gave him a severely professional mien.

It was a bright morning and the sun was shining through the buildings of the street, casting shadows upon the ground. James took his strides with pride and he had a smile playing upon his lips as he stepped into a dingy old pub, named the Leaky Cauldron.

The pub was old, but not quite as dingy on the inside as the outside. It was terribly crowded with witches and wizards. Some had packages, some had purses, others had wands and some even had owls sitting on their shoulders as they all walked around, bumping past each other.

"James!" a voice came from the bar.

Sirius Black was his former best friend as well as his former partner-in-mischief. His long dark hair was gathering neatly almost to his shoulders and his gray eyes sparkled through the candlelight and dull chandeliers. His robes were not a bit less elegant than James's and were also a deep pure black. He had a sort of grin on his face as he greeted his friend. He stood up and sauntered over to James, who waved but continued walking.

"James!" Sirius said, running to catch up as he went outside.

"Black!" the barkeeper Tom said angrily. "You just had three drinks! They're not free ye' know!"

Sirius sighed, before placing several galleons on the table and running outside. "James!"

"Well, mighty generous Mr. Black." Tom said, picking up the galleons, knowing that he had over-paid him.

"James!" Sirius shouted, catching up.

James was in the midst of tapping the bricks on a wall in the back of the building, when Sirius slid in front of him and leaned back on the wall. "Lo' James! What's the big rush that you ignore me? Whoa!" The wall split apart behind him and he fell backward onto the ground.

James smiled broadly and offered a hand to lift him up. "I'm not ignoring you Sirius. I just don't have time to spend my day in a bar with you. I've got to go to work."

"Well I never said that you had to spend a day in a bar with me!" Sirius protested, brushing the dirt off his robes. "I just wanted to say hello, like a good friend would. And you know," he said, "I would be at work, accept I'm a professor now. I've got tons of time during the summer to just-" he paused for a moment, letting a smile of his own filter onto his face. "-relax."

"Well good day, I don't have time to relax." James said before strolling past him into Diagon Alley.

"It's that Lily girl isn't it?" Sirius asked jokingly.

"You mean my wife?" James replied, raising a brow seriously. "No it's just that I've got a job...Oh look now Sirius...I'm late!" Then he took off down the alley, only to turn back and say, "If you see Remus, tell him that I wish him the best of luck tonight! I can't be there. I'm going for a supper at Lily's parents's house."

"Right!" Sirius answered. "I'll do that! Don't you worry!" He then turned back into the Leaky Cauldron to make sure that he got his change from the bill he paid.

James opened the door to a shop that was dusty and quite old. The above letters read, 'Dale and Finnigan Lawfirm, Protecting Wizards for over twenty years.' He stepped inside hurriedly and said directly to the man, Jonathan Dale, who was sitting at the desk, "Sorry I'm late."

"No problem." Jonathan replied. He was a man of fair complexion and sandy brown hair as well as sandy brown eyes, liquid. His stern smile was one that always said he was somewhat amused and yet bothered by whatever went on around him. His robes, however, were a deep dark purple, a wizard's purple, the color of one who owns quite a sum of money. "No problem at all James."

James took his place at another desk and began sorting out papers. He knew that soon he would have his own law office. That would be quite an improvement for himself. He was already making a good sum of money and had used much of it on something special for Lily...

"James, Jonathan, will you two look at that!" a voice came from the door. It was Richard Finnigan was wearing the same lavishly expensive robes as his partner, still, I must mention, a wizard's purple as that is what Madam Malkin, maker of fine wizarding robes for all occasions, had called it. It was her favorite color indeed because it represented a certain power in whoever wore it. His blonde hair went down to his ears and was neatly parted on the left side. He had bright, sparkling blue eyes and a mien of confidence about himself. His pale skin glowed in the lighting as he cleared his throat and read with his crystal clear voice, an article from the Daily Prophet.

"'All of London has to thank Dale and Finnigan Lawfirm for saving an innocent man from a terrible fate of dementors last weekend at the Cauldron Courthouse in Diagon Alley. Paul Marley was accused of the murder of Oakwood...'"

yeah that's all ive got so far...I should write more...hope you enjoyed...hope its interesting... yeah...reviews please!!!!!