Serenity984

This is a cute idea. I like how Remus, Sirius and Peter didn't seem too surprise about the out come. Oh and how James seem to take a different meaning from the advice.

I have an easy advice for James. Perhaps write a love letter or a poem for Lily?

'Alright my fellow Marauders?' James eagerly strode into their dorm rooms. 'I have the most fabulous idea!'

'We are going to turn the fountain into chocolate fondue?' Peter only whispered the words but it was softly spoken with eagerness of fulfilling a wish.

'Ah, Noooo.' James pointed the feather end of a quill at Remus, who was sprawled on his bed trying to study. 'I believe that would be Remus' fabulous idea.'

Remus nodded his head in agreement, it was a wonderful idea. Who wouldn't like chocolate sprouting out of a fountain?

'Fondue Chocolate Fountain is on our prank list for next week.' Sirius held up a long parchment with scribbles of spontaneous ideas.

'This is an idea to get Evans to date me.' James opened his arms wide to further express the marvel of the idea.

'Lily? Lily Evans?' Peter narrowed his little dark eyes at James. 'Isn't she still angry at you for enlarging her bum?'

'Weeellll, yes.' James admitted with a shrug. 'Yes, I suppose she still a bit upset about that ordeal. Though, I wasn't exactingly aiming for her rump. If she hadn't moved in that weird position to pick up her quill, I'd had hit my target.'

Sirius snorted, 'Whether it be her apple breast or her squeezable rear, her feelings would have the same outcome. She would still hate you for enlarging her flattering female parts.'

'Hate is such a harsh word.' James winced. 'Maybe annoyed is a better word and we shall, from now on, substitute it for hate. Getting back to the marvelous idea, someone said I should write a love letter to Evans and I thought you guys would help me with it.'

'Do we have to admit we know anything about it?' Peter scrunched up his face as he asked. 'Last time, she zonked me with her wand.'

'Of course I don't want you guys to take recognition for it!' James sat down on the foot end of Remus' bed. 'She'd go barmy on me if she found out this was a group piece.'

'A love letter isn't a bad idea.' Remus looked over at James. 'Maybe I should write the letter and you just give it to her, eh?'

'What? No way.' James hugged the parchment close to him.

'You're a great chap and all.' Sirius found a spot to sit across from James, on another bed. 'But you will screw it up somehow.'

'Cold man.' Peter shook his head at Sirius.

'I am a blunt person. It's how I roll.' Sirius shrugged his shoulders. 'Do I look like I'm the type of person who goes about sprinkling sugar over the truth? The truth is real. It's out there but everyone determined to keep it in the void!'

'Did you go Mushroom hunting in the forbidden forest again?' James eyed Sirius speciously. 'So this is what I got so far. I do want to start out with, Dearest Lily but I have some lines I want to see what you guys think. First one, other men say they have seen angels, but I have seen you and you are enough for me.' James looked at the group with a smile plastered on his face. 'Soooo, what do you think?'

'Well.' Peter tapped his chin. 'I think it may be a bit yucky.'

'Yucky?' James asked.

'I'm confused about it.' Sirius looked at James very earnestly. 'Other men say they have seen angels, but I have seen you….well isn't that saying Lily isn't an angel? And saying, you are enough for me is a bit of inclining that she isn't an angel but you'll settle for her?'

'One could look at it that way.' Remus agreed. 'Most don't.'

'Fine, I'll scratch that out…' James scribbled over the line.

'How about saying that she reminds you of a stuff turkey? It's all tasty and juicy and a surprise inside!' Peter offered.

'I don't know one girl who would like to be compared to a turkey, whether it be stuffed or not.' Remus shook his head. 'Don't use that, Prongs.'

'How about this line,' James offered another one. 'Seasons change, winter to spring. I love you. Until the end of time.'

'No. No. No.' Sirius shook his head. 'That would be like saying she is young, carefree and springy of life but one day you know she'll shivery up, be cold and look like death!'

'What is bloody wrong with you?' Remus asked Sirius. 'You're like social impaired or something.'

'It's a talent.' Sirius shrugged.

'My love for you is a journey; starting at forever, and ending at never?' James looked over at Sirius.

'It sounds as if you plan to follow her around. It's too stalkerish. Though I suppose that would fit you.' Sirius thought about it.

'Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. You're my fairy tale.' James read.

'Awww, that's cute.' Peter clapped with approval.

'No, mate.' Sirius shook his head. 'It won't do. Now you are telling her that you are satisfied about keeping her hidden in some kind of delusional world and not letting the realistic world know about your relationship. And fairytales is something people outgrow. Are you planning to outgrow your feelings for her?'

'Well, no.' James shook his head.

'Then why are you saying it's like a fairytale?' Sirius asked as he stood up, only to flop back down beside James. 'You need to say what you mean!' Sirius slapped James in the chest, 'Say what is in here! What does your heart say?'

'Um…' James looked down at his chest. 'I don't really carry on a conversation with my inner organs. Besides, Pete thought it was cute.' James mumbled. 'How about this line, I would rather have one breath of your hair, one kiss from your mouth, one touch of your hand, than eternity without them.'

'I like that one.' Remus remarked. 'It has a bit more poetry within it.'

'It's something I would use to get a girl to the broom closet so they could, well do a little number.' Sirius grinned. 'Evans will see it that way as well.'

'Broom closet isn't a bad idea.' James thought it over, his cheeks starting to flush.

'Just stop right now.' Sirius held up his hand. 'She won't fall for it.'

'If you love me only in my dreams, let me be asleep forever.' James wrinkled his nose. 'I suppose that won't do on the account she tried to put me to sleep forever.'

'Wise to move on.' Remus patted his shoulders.

'Kiss me and you will see stars; love me and I will give them to you.' James shrugged. 'I like that.'

'I like that as well.' Sirius agreed, 'Care if I borrow it?'

'It won't do, James.' Remus shook his head. 'She will think you are being self-center again. That your ego had expanded to believe that kissing you would be the best thing that will happen to her.'

'Sirius is rubbing off on you.' James growled.

'Just saying…' Remus mumbled.

'It still will work for me.' Sirius smiled. 'Put on that bedroom voice, whisper that to a bird and she'll be following me into a remote dark corner.'

'Love is a dream that comes alive when we meet.' James looked around.

'Lily will say it was a nightmare.' Peter quipped up and they all agreed.

'The most eloquent silence is that of two mouths meeting in a kiss. Will you quiet my heart?' James scratched it off his sheet. 'I used that last week. She said she knew of a spell that would quite my mouth without a kiss.'

'Maybe you should do this on your own.' Remus gave James a blank parchment. 'Don't use lines just follow your mind, let it write for you.'

'Awww.' Sirius patted Remus on the head. 'What a clever lad you are! I believe I had said that before this conversation got this far.'

She found it within her Transfiguration book, like a leaflet slipping out of the pages. The parchment was folded to resemble a butterfly and as she placed it in her palm, its wings came alive. It fluttered, hovering just a little above the palm of her hand. Slowly it opened to reveal the letter inside.

Dearest Lily,

I don't get my words right and I know you have your own opinion of me (Snape probably added a few of his own, he can't keep that abnormally large nose out of other people's lives) but I'd like you to know that from the very first moment I saw you, I knew.

I knew that we were going to start off in a rocky relationship. Perhaps because you called me a loud-mouth-arrogant-adolescent-little-boy and I would grow up alone with just a broom for company. I don't remember what I did to make you be mean to me, well maybe it had something to do with Snape, but you were so hot that day. That was the day when I knew we would be destined to be together. No one has captured my attention or made me feel so alive. It's your eyes that drew me in. Never have I seen a greener pair. Even the best well-kept Quidditch field could never compare to those beautiful eyes of emerald. Your beautiful smile. It brings light into my soul. Your laughter spreads over me like a warm summer breeze hitting me forty miles in the air as I hover over a sparkling lake in the newest model broom, it is always you I think about. I'm not sure which broom I will get next year as the broom industry is constantly changing, getting better and more comfortable. Can you believe brooms in the A.D. 962 didn't have a proper seat? They didn't even start racing brooms until the tenth century. The fliers would race through dragon territories from Kopparberg to Arjeplog. A bit over three hundred miles and those brooms weren't as fast as they are today. Imagine zooming past a dragon on a homemade broom? Amazing! The danger of it all must have been exhilarating! Of course I always keep tract of the race but back then, things were just slower. I don't believe it was as dangerous as the Creaothceann game. Players had cauldrons strapped to their heads in order to catch rocks and boulders that were suddenly dropped from their hovering positions above the players. It was illegal in seventeen sixty-two because they thought it was too violent. In way you remind me of Creaothceann game. It's a great game but dangerious, exciting, but causes headaches but completely addictive.

Love you always,

James Potter

'Miss Evans.' Professor McGonagall peered down at Lily with a great disappointment marked on her aged face. 'I am gravely disappointed in you. Pass notes in my class.'

'Wh-what? Oh, no. No.' Lily looked down at her letter. 'I-I just...'

'Five points from Gryffindor.' McGonagall took the note from Lily's hand. 'Detention as well.'

'Yes, Professor.' Lily dropped her head down but she cast a death glare over at James.

McGonagall looked down at the letter, frowning. 'Perhaps Mr. Potter should join you.'

James grinned, his chance to get Lily alone.

Lily continued to glare, a perfect opportunity to hex the pants off James.