Marlene McKinnon

Chapter 3: Assignments (Part 2)

James had certainly been in the Hog's Head Inn before. Not by choice, per say, more out of necessity for a change of pace. They had arrived in room 203 ten minutes early–Lily and Remus's doing–and within the past five minutes of mindless waiting, James reaffirmed his distasteful assumptions. The room could only be described as grey: dark furniture with a healthy layer of dust rested on creaky wooden floors that may have been brown at one point, though you would have a tough time convincing anyone of that. Even the scant decorations were dreary with a black and white landscape hanging tilted on one wall and an empty vase of flowers beside the bed. Even when the room filled with the three additional voices of Peter, Dorcas, and Marlene, it still felt as gloomy as a funeral home, though that may also be because for some inexorable reason, they all determined it best to keep their voices no louder than a whisper.

So when Moody came barging in, throwing the door wide open and announcing in his loud, growling voice, "Follow me"... well, suffice to say it was a startling surprise. Though with a shared look of apprehension, they did just that with no thoughts of disobeying or questioning.

They marched unceremoniously from the room and down a flight of rickety steps. If anyone in the restaurant below thought it odd to see a string of teenagers following a man wearing a trenchcoat in summer, they refused to show it. In fact, not a single person looked up from their drinks except for the barkeeper who nodded covertly at Moody as they passed.

When they reached the street, instead of turning towards Hogsmeade, Moody turned towards the outskirts of the village and strode towards the edge of the path where the gravel road faded away into dirt, then grass. But he didn't stop there; he kept going until the patches of grass disappeared into the shadow of the nearby mountain and then the shadow of the forest.

"Sir? Where exactly are we going?" Sirius eventually asked as he ducked below a branch.

"If there was a name for it, it would be too well-known, wouldn't it?" Moody replied evasively, his bright blue eye whizzing in its socket to peer out of one corner at him.

"We can name it a bloody inconvenience, that's for sure," Remus muttered from somewhere behind James who stifled a laugh.

Whatever name they eventually chose for their training location, the location itself ended up being a clearing in the midst of the woods at the base of the mountain. The tree cover was so thick and the rocky terrain so tall that James questioned how the grass beneath their feet could get enough sunlight to grow, even at the height of noon. Sensing their predicament, Moony had apparently brought a series of lanterns that gave off a pale, warm light and when they arrived at the clearing, he instantly used his wand to send them hovering in a vague circle along the tree edge.

With their circle of light in place, Moody turned around abruptly and clapped his hands together once.

"Right then! This clearing has all of the protective charms that you can imagine to keep us well-hidden except for an anti-apparition jinx, so now that you know where to go, you are to apparate here every evening for training. It goes without saying that this clearing is one of those secrets not to be shared with anyone outside of this group, understood?"

He stared squarely at James, Sirius, and Remus for a second each, waiting for them in particular to nod in turn before he continued on.

"Pair up. Today we see what you're made of."

Dorcas, Lily, James, and Peter lined up on one side, facing Marlene, Remus, and Sirius on the other while Moody stood behind the group of three. Marlene started to turn around in order to see Moody, but he quickly motioned for her to face Dorcas instead.

"The point of me standing here is for you not to see me!" he shouted as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. Marlene blushed scarlet but found some solace in Dorcas's grinning eye roll.

"Behind you three, I will write a spell, curse, jinx, hex, whatever in the air for the group of four to see. Then I will randomly light up my wand and when I do so, you are to fire the appropriate spell at your partner who will have to block it without knowing what is coming or when it is coming. Yes, Black. You have a question?"

"Er… yeah. How does the odd number of people work out exactly? 'Cause right now, it looks like James and Peter are both aiming for me…"

Moody chuckled, a grin lighting up his features. "That is quite the dilemma you are in, isn't it? Now then, ready to begin?"

Sirius furrowed his brow, his confusion no less satisfied than before, but he faced his two opponents nonetheless, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. James grinned back at him, twirling his wand, while Peter sucked on his lower lip nervously, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see what the three on his right were doing.

James craned his neck to see around Sirius at what Moody was writing and saw, in fiery red letters, the words: leg-locking. Then, without waiting a heartbeat after he finished the last letter, a glowing orb appeared at the end of Moody's wand and James quickly fired the nonverbal jinx at Sirius. Peter muttered "Locomotor Mortis" a second later, but both spells bounced neatly off of Sirius's simple shield spell.

Looking further down the row, James was pleased to find that no one was hobbling around with their legs tied together. So far, they seemed to be at least meeting Moody's expectations. Though, that really was too early to judge.

The spells Moody demanded got more and more difficult, some requiring nonverbal incantations while others required precise wrist movements. Some had to be recognized by the defender as powerful enough to break through the simple defensive enchantments, and those who didn't realize this in time, found themselves subject to various hexes and jinxes. Once everyone was breathing heavily and their nerves felt stretched thin, Moody called for a small break before they repeated the exercise, but now in opposite teams.

And so, the evening stretched on and James grew increasingly grateful for the lanterns that Moody had strung up when they had arrived. If it weren't for those, they would have been plunged into pure darkness by now, making the entire test that much more difficult.

"Not a bad base to work from for the most part," Moody announced once the offensive side had finished their turn playing the defensive role. "But now the real work begins."

Peter groaned softly from beside him and James watched as Sirius grabbed onto his shoulder, giving him a reassuring shake.

"Apparate here tomorrow at the same time. From here on out, anytime you step foot within this clearing, assume that I could try to attack you and you need to be ready to defend yourself."

James sucked in a breath at the ominous announcement and from the back of the group, he watched as everyone drew themselves a bit taller.

"That may sound harsh, cruel, crazy, doesn't matter. Call it what you want and guarantee I've heard it before and then some. But it works. And if you want to stay alive, you need constant vigilance. That is one of the things that I will be trying to instill in you and the best way to do that is to practice it constantly. Everytime you leave your home, everytime you go out, be observant. Be careful. Be prepared." He looked at each of them in turn before grunting, "Off you go."

Moody raised two fingers to his forehead, giving them a small salute before he flicked his wrist and the lanterns went black. A second later, they heard a quiet pop and Moody was gone, though they could no longer see anything to make sure of it.

"See you all tomorrow, I guess," Marlene said. A second pop and she was gone too.

With exhausted goodbyes from them all, they disappeared one by one. James landed just outside the small gate of the Potter Manor and held it open for Sirius and Lily who arrived moments after him. They trooped into the house, heading instantly for the kitchen without saying a word. Too tired to cook and it being too late to ask Missy to make something for them, James grabbed the milk and they all enjoyed a bowl of late night cereal.

"Well, I am exhausted and will be sleeping in tomorrow."

"You always sleep in, Padfoot," James laughed.

"I'm just saying, don't plan on seeing me until well into the afternoon."

"I'll be up. I'm going to start a batch of potions tomorrow morning," Lily added, grabbing all of their empty bowls and heading to the sink.

"I don't envy you," Sirius said, stretching his back as he leaned off of the counter.

Lily shot him a confused look over her shoulder. "I thought you were jealous that they gave me something else to do."

"I was, but that was before I knew how tired I would be."

"Fair enough. Just as long as you're up in time for day two of Moody's training."

"I will be," he promised. "See you tomorrow afternoon."

James shook his head ruefully and muttered goodnight as Sirius passed, waiting for Lily before they headed upstairs together, hand in hand. When they reached his bedroom door, he tugged her into his chest and leaned down to kiss her, his heart still skipping a beat when their lips met. The familiar tingles ran down his arms and he knew that no matter how many times they kissed, no matter how long they were together, the thrill would never fade away.

"I love you, you know that?" Lily murmured.

James grinned and lay a gentle kiss at her hairline. "I know. And I love you." He fumbled behind him for a moment, searching for the door handle and was about to suggest she stay the night in his bed, when the door down the hall creaked open.

"James? Is that you?" His father's whisper echoed against the walls, his voice still thick with sleep.

He sighed. "Yeah, Dad. We just got home."

"Just now? Why did they keep you so late? What were you doing?"

James heard him step further outside and shut the door behind him. This was going in the opposite direction as he had hoped.

"I can't tell you, Dad. You know that."

Even in the dark, James knew the sound of his father's frown and this silence was definitely it.

"Right. Well you tell them not to keep you out so late next time."

"Sure. I'll tell them," he said, lightly enough to imply that there was less of a chance of that happening as Voldemort marrying a muggleborn.

"Good. Get some rest. I'm sure you're exhausted."

"Yeah, we're heading to bed now."

"All right. Well good night, then."

" 'Night, Dad," James sighed, but his lips quirked into a smile when he heard Lily giggle lightly and she pressed her forehead against his chest in embarrassment.

"Have I mentioned we really need our own place?"

"Yes. Yes, you have." She pressed her lips against his once more then started to slowly walk backwards until their arms were fully outstretched yet they were still holding hands. "Good night, James."

He smiled and let her hands slip from his fingers. "Good night, Lils."

Chapter 2: The First Defiance (Part 1)

James' heart froze within his chest when Voldemort called him out so calmly. There goes his daring rescue plan, wrought upon the element of surprise. From beneath his Invisibility Cloak, James looked between Voldemort's thin and towering figure to Lily, slowly getting to her feet. Thinking quickly, he backtracked until he was behind Voldemort to quietly remove the cloak, hoping that Voldemort's sources, whoever they were, failed to mention his prized possession.

Lily's eyes widened as he appeared and Voldemort must have noticed because he turned around, still fingering his wand patiently in front of him.

His thin lips curled into a facsimile of a smile at the sight of James standing so boldly before him. "Ah, Mr. Potter. How good of you to join us without that silly cloak of yours."

Damn. James thought to himself.

Voldemort nodded grimly, apparently not expecting a response and turned away from them momentarily, looking off at the opposite wall of the eerily empty platform, the scarlet train still lining one side. Shooting a confused look at Lily, she hesitantly walked towards James, fully expecting a curse to fly at them at any moment. But, none came.

"You are no doubt wondering why I have not killed you yet. Why you still live when I know that you have fought my followers so vehemently already during your time at Hogwarts. Why should I seemingly spare a mudblood and the foolish boy willing to sully his pure and noble blood?" He turned and began to pace before them, his eyes flashing red with passion. "Well I will gladly tell you."

"You have many faults. Countless and innumerable, surely. Yet from what I hear, I would be willing to look past them. To mercifully let you live because beneath the errors in your ways, you could provide an invaluable use to me. You are both talented, undeniably. You are eager and determined. Qualities that make any good soldier, no matter which side you are on. But your true value lies in the fact that no one doubts whose side you are on."

He stopped his pacing and turned to face the pair head on. James and Lily both gripped their wands fiercely, yet the idea of facing the most powerful dark wizard of their time made their beloved wands feel like little more than twigs.

"No one would doubt that you chose the losing side, even if you were to furtively change your loyalties and become a spy. If you do this–and do not even think about double crossing me, for Lord Voldemort always knows–but if you swear your loyalty to the right side, I will look past your… failures, I will even allow your youthful and naive relationship, and let you live."

"What do you say? A simple request for two spared lives. That is all I ask."

Lily scoffed and shook her head slightly. James still didn't respond, trying desperately to think of a way out of this.

Voldemort's narrow eyes flashed scarlet. "She laughs. She laughs when I have been so kind, but you, Potter… you know what I can offer. You have tasted power in your school days. I can offer you even more of the same glory. You have experienced the thrill of both regulated power and of unmanaged power–"

"When I was a bully, you mean?" James interrupted. Lily grabbed his arm as a warning.

"When you felt what it meant to approach your full potential. Your full influence!"

"Thanks, but I'll pass," James replied, his voice dragging with sarcasm.

"You dare defy me! You dare disregard my merciful offer–"

James suddenly raised his wand at the pillar behind Voldemort while simultaneously grabbing onto Lily's wrist and dragging her down into a crouch. The pillar exploded, debris flying in all directions, but Voldemort had expected something rash. Something foolish. He instantly fired back, though the deathly green curse flew just above their heads, singing the top of Lily's hair as she was pulled beneath its path.

Without waiting to see Voldemort's reaction, James lunged randomly to one side, dragging Lily with him and pulled the Invisibility Cloak over them both before jumping in another random direction right as a crater burned into the stone floor where they had been. James froze beneath the cloak with Lily, both of them lying uncomfortably on the ground, ignoring the pain in his stomach from landing on his side. He didn't dare to move a muscle in case the sound told Voldemort which direction he had leapt in while under the Cloak. Lily was breathing heavily beside him, her legs drawn up as tight as they could be.

"Do you really think that you can hide from me? It is only us here, there is nowhere to run," Voldemort said.

A pillar behind them exploded and they flinched from beneath the Cloak, though thankfully their terror held them at bay from releasing any sounds. Almost immediately following, something seemed to swoop low over them, as if casting them in shadow.

"That is a true Invisibility Cloak, Potter. Yet another value you could bring to my team. Your bravery would be rewarded, but not this blunt stupidity." Voldemort's voice had lost the soft tone, taking on a hard edge in his annoyance.

James tapped Lily lightly on the wrist and painfully slowly, they rose to their feet, still in a crouch, just as another pillar exploded from somewhere to their right. "Now," James whispered in her ear and they began to zig-zag towards the fireplace as curses were fired randomly above their head and at their feet. Though miraculously, none landed other than one catching the back end of James' trainer.

James scooped up a handful of floo powder from the container at the base of the fireplace and pushed Lily onto the logs before throwing down the powder and leaping to get one foot into the green flames as he began to spin away. The last sight that he glimpsed of Platform 9 ¾ was heavy stone debris falling in front of the fireplace, blocking the last exit out.

Far more abruptly than he could remember, the spinning sensation ended. James stumbled out of the fireplace, tripping over Lily and just managing to catch himself before falling face down on the glossed wooden floors.

"James!" His mother's worried cry instantly lifted from out of the crowds. Before he had a chance to take a breath, Euphemia slammed into his chest and wrapped him within her arms. "Oh James, you're okay!"

He sighed, the exhaustion slamming into him like the Knight Bus. "I'm okay."

"What happened? What took you so long? Remus said that you were going to be here ten minutes ago! We were worried sick and—"

"I know, I know, Mum," he said, cutting her off before she grew too hysterical. "I'm sorry, but I'm okay. We're okay."

She held him at arm's length and scanned him as if needing to assure herself of the fact with her own eyes. Then she turned to Lily and repeated the process all over again.

"What's been happening here?" James asked, rubbing one hand over his chin as Sirius, Remus, and Peter saw that he had arrived.

"Other than worrying that you were dead, you mean?" Remus asked.

"Yes, other than that."

Remus glared heartily at him, crossing his arms while Sirius filled him in. "We've sent all the non-injured people home with some of your Mum's spare potions for calming nerves and all that. Remus's parents are off checking on their friends now that they know he's safe. Peter's parents are still around here somewhere. The aurors sent a few extra people to help the injured and they're set up in the foyer, sending people home as soon as they've been checked and are cleared."

"But nothing from the Order?" James asked, his voice dropping.

"Nothing," Peter said.

"Odd." James turned to hide the fact that his heart had just dropped. "And where's my Dad?"

"I think he went off to the Ministry before we got back to make sure the aurors were aware and probably to yell at some officials for letting this happen," Sirius said nonchalantly.

"What happened to—"

"And Ria's family? Did someone tell them?" James asked instead, his eyes straying to Lily, now swarmed by his Mum, Dorcas, and Marlene.

"Yeah, one of the aurors left a few minutes ago," Remus said somberly.

"That's good, that's good." James nodded distractedly.

"So… are you going to tell us what kept you? You seem really shaken up," Peter asked.

James turned back towards his friends, his eyes wide. Shaken up was an understatement. Every nerve in his body was on edge, his heart was pounding with adrenaline, and his legs were so shaky that if he stood for too long, he would surely collapse. He ran a hand through his hair and swallowed heavily, trying to process what had happened himself. "We got stopped by Death Eaters while we were trying to get Ria out and then Voldemort came and offered us jobs as spies in exchange for our lives."

Remus blinked, stunned, and Peter gaped openly.

"What the hell?" Sirius cussed.

James sighed and began to explain the entire ordeal as quietly as he could, meanwhile Lily was doing the same thing for Marlene and Dorcas while Mrs. Potter went off to find a potion to clean the gash in the back of her head.

"Let's get out of this mess for a bit. You need to sit down," Dorcas announced, taking Lily by the hand and frog-marching her and Marlene upstairs, winding through the people still present. Silently, the four wizards followed close behind and the group found themselves safe within James' bedroom walls.

Chapter 1: The Last Train Home (Part 5)

James stumbled backwards, knocking into Remus and the pair tripped to the floor on top of each other, the ground rattling in protest as a series of exit pillars exploded. As soon as the floor steadied, he jumped to his feet, adrenaline coursing through his blood, dimming his confusion into a clear need for action.

He used the moment when most were knocked down to scan the bustling platform for a flash of auburn, a splash of her green shirt, anything that told him Lily was okay. Just as the fear set in around him, providing the impetus for chaos to ensue, he caught sight of her at the far end, near the front of the train. And she was moving.

Relief washed over him and even amid the terror, a smile slipped through.

"What the hell was that?" Remus cussed, reaching out to help his mother up.

"Something bad," James replied, tearing his gaze away from Lily.

"What do we do?" Marlene asked, looking around as people started to run past their stationary group.

"Come on, Peter. Let's get out of here. Everyone's going that way so let's just follow them and see which exit is still open," Mrs. Pettigrew said, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. She grabbed his hand and pulled, but Peter didn't budge.

He turned to James and repeated the question. "What do we do, Prongs?" Somehow, James would know what to do. He always had a plan.

"Go. Mum, Dad, you have to go," James said with certainty.

His mother balked. "James! We are all leaving this instant–"

"Go home and contact Dumbledore, he needs to know what's happening so that he can send help. Our house has more safety charms and spells on it in place than any other so we'll send the injured there through any of the fireplaces that are open."

Mr. Potter stepped forward. "James–"

"You're out of practice, Dad. You can't stay, you'd be killed," he cut off, no longer worried about manners. "But you and Dumbledore are mates so he'll listen to you the instant you call."

"The aurors will come. We should all go now and–"

"Dad! You know what I signed up for. You both do," he said, forcing himself to look into his mother's worried eyes.

"Just because you signed up for some… some resistance group," his mother dropped her voice, though it was hardly worth it given that the chaos would easily cover the sound, "doesn't mean that you have to fight during a random attack where no one knows what is happening."

"If I'm not going to fight now, then what was the point of joining!" he fumed, losing his patience with every second that slipped by. "I'm staying and someone needs to tell Dumbledore what's going on so that we can get back-up."

Fleamont looked his son square in the eye and filled his chest with air before nodding solemnly. The plan made sense. "I'll be back as soon as I tell Dumbledore. Stay safe." He grabbed onto his wife's hand who protested loudly, but they let the flow carry them away to an exit.

James watched as Peter shook off his mother's prying hands, shooing her to the exit while he stayed behind. Remus falsely promised his own parents that he'd be right behind them as soon as he found Lily. Marlene and Dorcas followed their families toward an exit before allowing themselves to be separated so that they could fight the current and make their way back to their group hiding behind the pillar.

"Did you see how many fireplaces are open?" James instantly asked them.

"Two, maybe three," Marlene replied instantly.

"Damn," Sirius cursed, running a hand through his hair distractedly.

"We gotta help people out of here. We're sitting ducks," Remus urged, glancing around.

"Can't we just apparate out?" Peter asked nervously.

James shook his head and gave a mirthless laugh at the irony of it all. "No, the Ministry has an anti-apparition jinx all around here to protect something like this from happening."

A fresh round of screams filled the air and the group simultaneously peered around the barrier. Death Eaters were shoving their way out of one fireplace, watching the crowd swarm in one mass away from them and towards the last exit.

"We have to protect that fireplace. If they block it first…," Sirius said, not needing to finish his ominous thought out loud.

"Right, let's split up. Half protect the fireplace. Half help people get there," James said, already looking towards where he had last seen Lily. Not waiting for a response, James bolted off towards the back of the platform, his eyes narrowing as he had lost sight of her.

"Why aren't they firing?" Sirius muttered beside him, his gaze falling above the crowds' heads at the Death Eaters that were merely storming through the people, their wands lying still at their sides.

"Maybe they're looking for something?" Dorcas suggested from Sirius' other side.

One Death Eater motioned towards another and the pair shoved through the crowd, their wands raising.

"Or someone," Sirius replied, hurrying his gait to intercept them. Dorcas was one step behind.

"To the right too!" James shouted at their backs as another Death Eater broke ranks as they apparently noticed a target. He danced around a mother pushing her young daughter in a cart towards the fireplace and followed the man's gaze towards–his heart skipped a beat–Lily.

"Lils!" he shouted, his voice thankfully carrying across the busy platform. She turned and was able to cast a Protego charm just as the Death Eater fired his first curse. James shot his own hex at the man's back, feeling a surge of relief and vindication as the man toppled over, stiff as a board.

"Are you okay?" James asked as they rushed towards one another.

"I'm fine. What's going on?" she asked, distracted.

"Not sure. My Dad is sending for reinforcements through Dumbledore now though."

"I think the aurors just arrived too."

"Really? Let's–"

"There!" a loud voice shouted. They turned instinctively towards the sound to find a woman behind a silver skull mask pointing straight at them. Straight at Lily.

James pushed himself forward to be the first to fire. He heard Lily join the fray half a second after him and soon, he felt a third join on his other side. Soon enough, the woman succumbed to the three of their spells and he turned towards the purple-clad Auror.

"Collins?" James asked aghast. He hasn't seen the man for years since the last Ministry fundraiser his parents had dragged him to.

"Potter! What are you doing here? You need to leave, now," the man said, his tell-tale nervous eyes roving over the entire platform, never landing on one spot.

"How can we help?" James asked instead.

"We do not need help, Potter. We have it and all of your friends need to leave. You are only hindering–"

"We're helping, Collins."

"-hindering our movements! Get to the fireplace and get home."

"We're helping. Where do you want us?" James insisted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the pedantic man.

"In the fireplace. Go."

"Mr. Collins?" Lily interrupted, hoping she heard his name right. "Can you tell us if they're targeting someone? Why aren't they firing randomly?"

Collins sighed dramatically. "We think they're targeting muggle-borns, which is another reason that you need to leave."

"How does everyone know I'm a muggle-born," Lily muttered darkly, watching the platform for signs of anyone else heading towards her, her skin tingling as if she could feel the pairs of eyes searching for her.

"We think they stole Hogwarts records about a week–"

"You think? You don't even know?" James demanded incredulously, instantly irate.

"We have been busy, Potter. Civilians present will only make our jobs harder so I urge you to get home to your parents who I'm sure are worried sick."

"I appreciate your concern, but I'd be more worried about Death Eaters apparently stealing from the Ministry without your knowledge."

Another boom rumbled through the platform, dust falling from the ceiling. James braced himself until the shaking stopped and in his periphery, he saw everyone else still remaining on the platform do the same.

"James," Lily said under her breath, tapping his shoulder.

She motioned with her chin across the platform. "See you," James instantly said to Collins. He followed Lily through the crowds towards the familiar face that had waved them over.

"Lily, you were good at charms, right?" Alice Longbottom said as soon as they arrived.

Lily nodded, biting her lip anxiously.

"Have you ever made a portkey?"

"Once, but I remember the basics."

"That'll have to do. Get a few going to the Potter's. Dumbledore said to send people there and at this point, we don't have time to triage the injured so we're just sending anyone who's left there first."

"Got it," Lily said, squeezing James' hand once before dashing away, ducking away towards a turned over cart filled with random things.

"And stay hidden! They know you're here!"

Lily waved her spare hand in recognition, scooping up a few textbooks from the cart to use as portkeys and running behind the nearest pillar.

"You're good at transfiguration, right Potter?"

"Yeah," he replied confidently.

"Good. Get Black and try to fix one of the fireplaces. They blocked the last pillar so we're all stuck here until we create more ways out."

James nodded and raced back towards the fray where he was certain Padfoot would be. As he ran over, he found himself dodging far less people than he was originally. Though he did now have to dodge those that lay unmoving on the ground, yet James refused to look at them, knowing that if he did, he may never stop. While the platform was much emptier than before, there were still plenty of innocent bystanders trying to find cover from the Death Eaters. Many were looking around in search of an escape, while others were slightly confused as to why they had not been fired upon while they simply stood near the blocked exits. The older students and parents huddled around the younger ones, trying to shield them not only from the Death Eaters' sights, but also preventing them from seeing the prone figures scattered intermittently along the platform. Aurors and some older students fought in clumps, protecting the helpless muggle families that were trying to find their own ways out. Part of James was itching to join the duels, yet he knew that he had to find a way out first for that to be of any use.

"Sirius!" James shouted, spotting his friend just as he, Remus, and Dorcas sent one Death Eater flying backwards. "We have to fix one of these fireplaces," he said.

Padfoot nodded and quickly ran towards the nearest one, beginning to mutter spells to try and figure out how best to fix it. While James and Sirius worked through transfiguring and fixing the broken pieces back into a functional floo entrance, Remus and Dorcas stood guard, stopping any Death Eaters who tried to approach them.

Before long, they were corralling muggle-borns and their families through the fireplace first, followed by the rest of the trapped witches and wizards, while some of the crowd would disappear at random in a bright flash of pale blue portkey light. Meanwhile, the aurors kept the Death Eaters at bay.

"That's the last of them," Sirius said breathlessly, looking around at the oddly forlorn platform. The chaos stemming from the hectic crowds had left with the crowds themselves, yet shouts and grunts still filled the large room from the duels between the aurors and Death Eaters. Just as James considered joining the fight, he squinted past the clumps of people, noticing two Death Eaters in the back, using their wands to drag the lifeless witches and wizards towards one end of the hall where they had started to line them up like corpses.

The word caught in James' throat.

He hadn't had time to even consider that the people along the ground might not just be stunned like they were in their practice duels. They weren't as still as corpses anymore. They were corpses. His fellow students. Their families. It could have been his friends. Or him. Or Lily.

"Prongs!" Remus said loudly, shaking his shoulder. He had clearly been trying to get his attention for a while.

"What?" James snapped irritably.

"We have to go. Now. The aurors are headed out after us. They think Voldemort is on his way, there's nothing more that we can do."

James nodded feverishly. "Go. I'll find Lily and meet you at home."

"She probably left with her last portkey. We'll find her at your house."

"I just need to double check," James said, looking around the platform for any sight of her.

Remus didn't move, but stared hard at James until he was forced to meet his gaze.

"I promise, I'll be right after you. I'm just going to find Lily, I won't join the duels or anything," James insisted, reading his mind.

At last, Remus nodded and disappeared through the fireplace just as Dorcas was whisked away by the green flames before him. With one last glance at the fights behind him, James dug through his pockets and pulling his invisibility cloak around him, he ran towards the pillar he had last seen Lily behind. As he passed one group of duels, he heard an auror shout, "Everyone's gone! Let's get out!" followed by another saying "Go, I'll cover you!" and the retreat began. Having no wish to be the last one left with the group of over-enthusiastic Death Eaters, James hurried his pace to a sprint, not worrying if the bottom of his trainers would be seen beneath the cloak.

He barreled around the pillar, sliding over the stones, and his heart gave a sigh of relief to see Lily crouching at its base. Though for some reason she was leaning over something around the other corner.

"Let's go, Lils"—James made a gap in the cloak and moved to wrap her in it— "Here, get under the cloak and we'll go back to the fireplace."

Lily shook her head. "No, no, no, no…" she muttered.

"Lily?" James asked, squatting down to her level, apprehension tracing every syllable.

She turned back to him, her eyes red and puffy. She leaned slightly away from the pillar and he was able to see what she was crouching beside.

A student was lying on the stone, staring lifelessly up at them, her dark brown hair coated in blood.

James opened his mouth but nothing came out except a croak.

"It's Ria," Lily answered for him and her voice was thick with tears. "The Ravenclaw girl from our year. She was a muggle-born too, remember?"

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her pale face.

Lily sniffed and swiped at her nose. "We have to take her back with us. We can't let the Death Eaters find her and add her to their… their…"

"Yeah," James quickly agreed, not wanting her to have to find the right word for whatever their plans were for these corpses. "The cloak won't cover all of us at once. You take the cloak and take… take her to the fireplace and before you floo out, send the cloak back my way and then I'll come after you, okay?"

She nodded and let him swing the cloak around her shoulders while she pointed her wand and muttered, "Mobilicorpus." Moving slowly, Lily made it across the platform as the last of the aurors disappeared in swirling green flames and the Death Eaters were too preoccupied collecting the bodies to notice the slight flicker of a foot or hand that snuck outside the Invisibility Cloak. Barely sparing a moment's glance around her, Lily took some powder from the tin at the base of the fireplace and levitated the recent graduate above the logs, tossing in some of the floo powder. She said "Potter's Mansion" into the flames, careful not to get any part of her caught in the bright embers before she could send James the cloak.

The rustling of activity behind her stopped and her heart thumped rapidly beneath her chest, the blood pounding in her ears as she knew that while the Death Eaters may not have noticed a small slip-up with the Cloak, they certainly did not miss the rush of floo powder. Lily tore off the Invisibility Cloak and without shedding a moment to aim, she shot it towards the pillar she knew James was hiding at using her wand and scooped up another handful of floo.

But before she could duck into the fireplace, she felt herself get knocked aside by a blast of wind and she fell flat on her back, sliding across the polished floor. Blinking back tears of pain, she found herself staring up at three Death Eaters, all of which had their wands pointed threateningly at her face. One dropped their wand and let out a short laugh, doing nothing to ease Lily's terror.

"Merrick! Come here," the man shouted, the corners of a smile peeking out from beneath his mask.

Lily watched as another cloaked figure approached them, twirling his wand in one hand. She could feel her wand pressed underneath her leg, yet even as she slowly sat up, she knew that there was no way that she could reach it and do anything of use before one of the Death Eaters got to her first.

"Isn't this that mudblood you're always complaining about? The one dating the Potter boy?"

Her skin went cold as the new addition pulled off his silver mask and Mulciber was grinning maliciously down at her.

"Indeed, it is! It's Evans," he said, sounding way too satisfied for Lily's liking.

"Well how kind of you to join the party, Miss Evans," his father said, gaining some deep-throated laughter from the others still holding their wands steadily at her. "Perhaps we should show her a good time before adding her to the pile."

Another Death Eater approached their circle slowly, their shoulders slumped and head cocked to one side.

"Want to do the honors, Snape?" Mulciber asked, slapping the newcomer on the shoulder.

"We shouldn't–"

"Ah, that's right! You used to fancy her, didn't you?"

"You what?" Mulciber Sr. asked, whipping around to face Snape.

"Don't worry, that weird infatuation is long gone, isn't it Snape? But do you still want a go before we kill her?"

"No. You shouldn't–"

"Suit yourself," Mulciber interrupted with a shrug and turned back towards Lily, nodding to his father.

The taller man grinned and slowly raised his wand, pointing it straight at Lily's chest. Every bone in Lily's body was screaming at her to move, yet she was frozen in place. Glued to the ground, her limbs felt as heavy as lead as she stared down the end of the wand that would surely end her life.

A cold rush of air blew across the platform, the Death Eaters' robes swirling at their feet.

"I thought I told you to gather up the bodies by the time I arrived. Why are you all standing about?" a soft voice asked from just behind the group.

Instantly, the Death Eaters turned to face him, their heads bowed. As their focuses were drawn away, Lily inched one hand down her leg towards her wand, but one man noticed and shot a warning stream of sparks, forcing her to capitulate and move her hands back into the open.

"My Lord," Mulciber Sr. said reverently, "We were just about to add one more to your collection. We caught her trying to escape the platform just now."

"Is that so?" His voice was deathly quiet, yet it somehow easily carried throughout the platform. "And who is this?"

"Lily Evans, my lord," the younger Mulciber replied, barely restraining his grin of joy.

"Ah yes. I've heard of her." Tom Riddle slowly walked towards the group, the Death Eaters parting on either side of him as he approached. He stood above Lily, apprising her calmly, and she forced herself to meet his dark gaze.

After a minute of silence, he spoke again, though still without looking away from her. "I did not tell you to stand here gawking, now did I? I believe your orders were quite clear. Collect the bodies and leave at once."

They scurried off with a few backward glances, and soon, the fireplace was intermittently lit up with green as the Death Eaters traveled elsewhere, dragging their victims along with them.

"Just us now, Miss Evans," Voldemort said in the same maddeningly quiet voice. "Though I do not expect to be alone much longer. James Potter will not leave us alone for long, if I am not mistaken."

Chapter 1: The Last Train Home (Part 3)

Almost exactly an hour and a half later, Remus made his way down the stairs into the nearly empty Common Room to join James and Lily near the window where he promptly demanded to be dealt into their ferociously competitive muggle card game which Lily had gotten them all hooked on. Marlene and Dorcas were the next to join and by the time Peter and Sirius stumbled blearily out of the dorm, it would be hard to audibly guess how empty the Common Room really was based on the loud cries of joy and despair that emanated from their crowded card table.

The rest of the day was spent roaming the grounds lazily, visiting all of their favorite haunts, seeing (and tormenting) their favorite professors, and slowly growing more anxious for their night of impending graduation. All of this was done with an air of nostalgia with random memories from years before being wrought from the depths of their subconscious. Their conversations were full of reminiscing, full of hopes for the distant future, and full of fears or doubts for the near future that was coming quicker than any could have expected. The ceremony itself was short, sweet, nostalgic, and like any good graduation ceremony, ended in the graduates finding themselves surrounded by a small mountain of food. In this case, after the ceremonial boat ride across the Great Lake, they claimed their infamous compartment on the Hogwarts Express and bought so many snacks from the trolley that one might think they could never get licorice wands or cockroach clusters from anywhere except from the train itself.

"I can't believe this is our last time on this train," Peter said morosely, picking at an empty wrapper nearby.

"I can!" Sirius said, his optimism sharply contrasting Peter's gloom. "I never have to sit through a boring lecture again!"

"Did you actually listen to any of those boring lectures, Black?" Marlene accused, her arms crossed playfully.

"Occasionally. Though why bother when copying Remus's notes was far more efficient."

James and Sirius chuckled while Remus simply rolled his eyes, too accustomed to his blatant cheating to even attempt to put a stop to it anymore. "I deserve at least half of your OWLs and NEWTs. You would have failed if not for me."

"I would not have failed! I wouldn't have done quite so magnificently, but I would have passed," Sirius insisted, though it was hard to ignore the rest of the compartment's stifled giggles.

Remus decided to play along and offered, "Fine, a quarter then, if you want to live in your delusions a little longer."

"Deal," Sirius grinned.

"Like you'll need them," Lily added in. "I'm sure you did great."

"Awww. How touching," Sirius said cloyingly. He stretched out his long legs from where he was sitting on the floor and kicked Lily's foot teasingly.

"I'm sure we all did great," Lily amended with a smile.

"Besides, it's not like any of us will need them," Peter added monotonously. When all eyes turned to him, his cheeks flushed and his shoulders hunched, pushing him further into the corner.

"What do you mean?" James inquired politely from the other end of the bench.

"Well… we all have jobs of sorts, don't we? The Order doesn't exactly care which OWLs we got. We're already in," he said, his voice the audible embodiment of a shrug.

The three girls exchanged a glance. "Yeah, but what about after the Order? This war will end sometime and then we'll have to move on. It wouldn't hurt to have good grades to fall back on if we needed," Dorcas suggested.

Peter nodded slowly. "Yeah…"

"Cheer up, mate!" Sirius said, kicking his shin much harder than he did Lily's.

"Ow!" Peter moaned quietly, rubbing his leg while Sirius continued without pause.

"We're off to do some good in the world! To make a difference!"

"We're off to make good ole' Godric proud," James added in a near identical voice, full of bravado.

"But… what if… what…"

"What is it, Peter?" Lily asked kindly.

He sighed. "What difference can we really make though? We're just a bunch of teenagers!"

James blinked as if he had never considered this before. "Teenagers that were chosen by Dumbledore himself!"

"I wasn't," Peter replied bitterly. "You were invited, sure, but I was just there and he said you could drag me along."

"He wouldn't have said that if he didn't believe you were capable, Wormtail," Remus said.

Peter leaned forward now. "Even still. That's only seven more of us against how many Death Eaters?"

James frowned. "Not sure. I'm guessing we'll find out at our first official Order meeting."

"And what can we really do to stop them? We'll have to defeat you-know-who if this is ever going to end. How can we possibly do that!?"

Sirius leaned forward off of the seat behind him. "Well Dumbledore–"

"We are way out of our league here! Wouldn't it be smarter to just sit back and… and… and play it safe?" Peter continued, his hands flying frantically.

"But what would happen if everyone said that?" Lily asked quietly after she was sure that Peter was finished. "If everyone wanted to let other people take care of it, then Voldemort could just waltz right in and I, and everyone like me, would be a goner."

Peter met her gaze and the panicking light in his eyes diminished. In a meek voice, he said, "But why does it have to be us?"

"Why not us?" Sirius insisted. "Sure we're young, naive, inexperienced–"

"Not helping, Pads," Remus murmured.

"-but everyone has to start somewhere! Besides, Moody is going to train us up in no time! That'll boost your confidence!"

"Though I'm sure you don't have to be in the thick of it if you aren't willing, Peter," Remus said. "There are plenty of really important behind-the-scenes kinds of jobs too."

"No, no, no!" Peter insisted. "I want to do whatever you're all doing. I'm just… it's…"

"Scary?" James asked.

"Terrifying?" Lily suggested.

"Mind-numbingly harrowing?" Remus added.

With a histrionic sigh, Peter nodded. "Exactly."

"Well, we're all scared, Peter," Marlene admitted with a small smile.

"Yeah?" he asked, doubtfully, his gaze naturally straying towards James.

"Of course!" James insisted obediently. "But as my Dad always says, Gryffindors aren't fearless. They just know how to meet their fears head on."

Peter pursed his lips in some semblance of a smile and nodded.

"I know what you need, Wormtail!" Sirius declared, jumping to his feet. "To be bested once more in a round of pock-er."

"Poker," Lily corrected with a giggle as Sirius opened Lily's bag unceremoniously, digging around for her deck of cards.

"Like you're going to win when you can't even pronounce it right," Dorcas snapped, instantly edging forward, her competitive streak taking hold, her eyes gleaming as she watched Lily expertly shuffle the deck.

With a smile at his friends' antics, James politely excused himself to use the restroom and do a quick patrol as he walked the corridors–his last set of Head Boy duties. But when he was making his way back, his brow furrowed slightly at what he saw, though he refused to let his steps falter. Instead, he continued his relaxed gait until he was beside the small cluster of older students.

"Good afternoon," James said pleasantly.

Mulciber, Avery, and Vanity scowled simultaneously as their attention was drawn towards him.

"Please find a compartment soon. I'm afraid you shouldn't be blocking the corridor if you can help it," James continued with an even smile, though his eyes roved over their expressions, hungrily searching for a clue of any misdeed.

"Certainly, Head Boy," Mulciber replied after a beat of silence, emphasizing the title sarcastically.

Avery stepped closer to James until they were mere inches apart.

"I confess, I didn't think we were this friendly, Avery," James joked, refusing to draw himself backwards.

Avery's eyes merely narrowed. He tilted his chin up to appear taller and he squinted down at James who was still smiling pleasantly back, though his every bone was tense with anticipation. "Enjoy the ride home, Potter. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again quite soon."

Finally, Avery stepped back and under the guise of a friendly pat on the shoulder, gripped James so tightly that he could feel Avery's fingernails through his t-shirt. "And I do hope you enjoy the company of that mudblood girlfriend of yours."

James frowned and his heart skipped a beat, but he forced his hands to remain in his pockets even as they curled into fists.

Avery laughed, seeming to sense his internal struggle. "Ah, she has you well-trained. We'll see how long this… shall we say… diplomacy lasts, won't we?" With that, he turned on his heel and cut through the small gap between his friends.

Vanity gave her best facsimile of a smile before sauntering after Avery, and Mulciber gave a sweeping, mocking bow, saying, "I do hope to run into you and your friends, Potter. We can only hope it is sooner than expected."

James watched them depart towards the front of the train, their laughter echoing down the corridor. What did all of that mean? Were they simply taunting him as usual, or was something more out-of-the-ordinary going on? It certainly seemed like they were hinting at something specific, yet nothing in particular that they said gave it away. Sure, they were undeniably threatening him, but that was old news. That was merely the same banter that they had been exchanging for the entire year as their places in this war were further established. Was that truly all it was?

"Excuse me," a short first year muttered, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Sorry," James mumbled and stood aside to let her pass beside him in the narrow corridor. With one backwards glance at the long gone Slytherins, James found his way back to his own compartment, his thoughts far away from poker or whatever game they had turned to by now.

Nonetheless, he slid the door open exactly when Remus had won the round, the mingled cries of victory and despair spilling out. Grinning like the rest of them, Lily looked up as he made his way towards her. She automatically moved aside, making room next to her for James and instantly, her hand fell to his arm.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

"I'm sure it's fine," he muttered, refusing to meet her worried gaze and instead, searched for spare candy or chocolate he could use as poker chips to join the next round.

Lily watched his futile search a minute longer, knowing that James could feel her eyes on him. "Can you tell me anyways?"

James paused and felt her hand cover his own on the seat between them.

"I'll give you half of my stash of chocolate coin poker chips," she added.

The corners of James' lips quirked up and he used his knuckles to shove his glasses further up his nose. After sighing slightly, he acquiesced and turned towards her. "I just ran into Avery, Mulciber, and that sixth year girl, something Vanity–"

"Emma?"

"Yeah, her." And for someone originally so reluctant to share his anxieties at all, he found himself searching to remember the exact words and phrases to give Lily as close to an exact reenactment as possible. Nonetheless, he finished his spiel with, "But I'm sure it's nothing… right?"

Lily frowned. "Nothing that we can change, at least."

James nodded and squeezed her hand, finding solace in their interlaced fingers. She gave a smile as he leaned forward to kiss her temple before they turned back to the card game at hand.

It’s 1977 and Hogwarts for the first time ever has technology on campus. How that makes sense canonically or realistically timeline wise, it doesn’t! All that matters is the mischief and possibilities that could go on given technology being in the possession of the Marauders and co

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DORKY IN HER ACTIVE ERA AND POSTING MEIS IN THW YEAR 2024!? 😱

Okay soooo given I created MEIS in 2020 I’m sure the majority of you have no idea who I am or what MEIS is so hello, I’m Dorky. I’m 2020 during COVID time I created a fanfic called Marauders ERA Instagram Story (MEIS) that was posted daily (for awhile then updates were all over the place lmaoo) and it was pretty popular on here. With over 80 pings and almost 60 chapters made in the 2 years that fanfic was going, it was the high light of COVID. For 2 years I stopped posting with the promise of starting this fanfic again, and the day has finally come.

Don’t worry if you’re new and never read MEIS before, I’m starting over completely from the beginning so you don’t gotta go through 60+ chapters 😭🙏

New storyline, WAY better grammar, spelling, plot, and a new community to build! Best part about starting over, I don’t gotta ping 80 people ever time I post! OG’s (if there’s any) will get it 😭

Anyways, the first chapter probably won’t be posted till May, but I’m so excited to be back and hope you all enjoy this new edition of MEIS

Till then, mischief managed! 🪄

Disclaimer: Not all of my “younger” face claims are the same age, not all of my “older” faceclaims are of the same age. “Younger” could range from 11-15, “older” could range from 16-21/33

Suki Waterhouse (in Daisy Jones and the Six) as older Marlene, certain pictures of Ruby Stokes in Lockwood and Co OR Kizzy Edgell as younger Marlene

• She is one of Lily's best friends in the same year and house as her, in fact she is more of a sister to Lily than Petunia ever was.

• Her patronus is a b*tch (a female dog).

• Marlene excels in Charms, Divination, and later on in Quidditch where she joins the Gryffindor team in her 5th year as James's fellow chaser.

• Due to being good friends with both the Marauders and Lily, Marlene despises Severus Snape just as much as the Marauders do.

• Marlene is the Fleur Delacour of Hogwarts in terms of her good looks, but without the Veela powers.

• Marlene has a younger brother named Chester who is 3 years below her

• Although she has a lot of boys fawning over her (except James who views her as a sister, Remus because he doesn't want to pass on his condition to anyone, and Peter because he is way out of Marlene's league), the one boy who Marlene really wants is Sirius (I ship Blackinnon), but Sirius (according to Rowling) is a player who is not really interested in relationships and also the fact that Marlene's overprotective father doesn't really trust Sirius (due to Sirius being part of the Black Family and also due to Sirius's reputation as a rebellious bad boy player).

• Just as Sirius is finally willing to start a relationship with Marlene and just as Marlene is about to be made godmother to Harry, she is massacred along with her entire family (the McKinnon's were wiped out shortly after Harry was born), with Marlene and her brother Chester (due to their bravery and determination) being the last two to die in their family.

SHIPS INCLUDED: Dorlene

WORD COUNT: 1108

YEAR SET: 5th

PLOT SUMMARY: Marlene is trying out for the Quidditch team, but there's only one thing in the way

I tried to take some of your advice but I would appreciate even more. After all, this is kind of just practise for writing :)

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"Marlene Mckinnon was rarely spoken of. She seemed to have slipped out of many people's minds, which was ironic, because she was the most memorable of the lot."

"Maybe don't start it like that, Marls," Lily rolled her eyes, writing stuff down with her quill, "You need her to want to get you on the team, not make her think your ego is bigger than it is."

"Most people don't even have to do a resume to McGonagall to get on the quidditch team," Marlene rolled her eyes, putting her feet up on the sofa arm. She had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of water in the other, dangling them both over the edge.

"Most people weren't banned from flying in the first year from stealing a bunch of brooms and hexing them to fly backwards. Be grateful she's even giving you a second chance."

"It'll all be worth it when I wipe that smug smirk of Meadowes' face." She grinned. Ever since 3rd year when the popular Dorcas Meadowes sat by her in transfiguration and had made her life hell, Marlene had vowed to beat her in any way she could. Their one common interest? Quidditch.

Lily simply nodded, knowing she was getting nowhere with this, and put the quill down. She had memorised James' timetable and knew that he was about to have his free period, so she believed it best to leave as quickly as possible.

"I'll see you later, Marls. Say hi to Mary for me."

"Bye, Lily," Marlene smirked and immediately kicked off her Doc Martens when she had left the room. "And hello Quidditch Team."

Marlene had given in her application form to Professor McGonagall and decided she couldn't be bothered to wait for her to approve it, so she went down to the quidditch pitch. It was a breezy spring afternoon, perfect conditions to practice. Just as she was picking up a spare broom, Marlene heard a cough from above her.

"Uh, excuse me. Its not Gryffindor practice time," The voice drawled. As Marlene looked up to see who it was, she felt a pit of dread. Dorcas.

"Yeah? Well I'm not even on the team, so beat that."

"I can beat anything," Dorcas chuckled, picking up a bludger and a bat, "Move along, people who are actually on the quidditch team need to practice."

A swarm of Slytherin players, ranging from 2nd to 7th year, followed Dorcas onto the pitch, picking up the items needed to play on their way. Marlene was shoved to one side, furious as she tied her hair into a short ponytail and sat on the broom. She flew up to the group of Slytherins and smiled.

"Mind if I join?"

One of the Slytherins (who only looked about 12) glanced up at Dorcas as she nodded. "Yeah, come play with us, Gryffindor loser."

"Perfect. Thanks, love," Marlene called up to Dorcas, winking at her. Dorcas went red, but Marlene could not tell if that was embarrassment or rage. She hoped it was both.

The practice lasted a good few hours, and both Marlene and Dorcas had gone for each other's throats throughout the whole thing. At the end, they shook hands, albeit incredibly firmly, and walked back to their common rooms.

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It had come to the day of the Gryffindor VS Slytherin quidditch match, and Marlene had been placed on the team as a substitute. Thankfully, as James had some kind of weird business with Remus and Sirius- something about 'ultimate betrayal' and 'broken hearts' (she had heard all this relayed from Lily), she was the honorary chaser for the game.

Dorcas looked utterly shocked when she saw Marlene enter with the Gryffindor team, if anything, slightly flustered. But she would never admit that, or even dream of doing so.

"Don't break your neck," Marlene whispered as she walked past, laughing.

"Don't fall," Dorcas smirked back, "You're not a proper team member, anyways."

"Yeah yeah, Meadowes."

"Goodluck, McKinnon, you'll need it."

The referee blew the whistle and the game started, a flurry of green and red flying through the sky as they each battled for victory. As the game went on and on, it seemed evident that Slytherin was going to win, giving Dorcas an ego boost to the max. She started doing loops and nosedives to the ground, all whilst effortlessly hitting away bludgers. Marlene was - and she hates to think it - utterly in awe of her.

"Watch out, McKinnon!" Dorcas yelled, laughing as a bludger came flying. Narrowly dodging it, Marlene threw the quaffle to one of her other teammates, some random 3rd year she didn't know the name of, and flew away.

Turning her back, big mistake.

Dorcas sent another bludger flying, this one hitting Marlene directly in the centre of her spine and sending her flying, causing a roar of applause from the green-decked house in the corner, and a spitfire of boos from the other 3. Marlene was subsequently rushed to the Hospital Wing, having been knocked unconscious.

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"Marls..?" Marlene heard a faint voice as she opened her eyes, "Marls. Wake up!"

It was Lily, wearing golden banners with red paint on her face, "We won!"

"Really?" She shot upright but instantly crumpled back down again, "Merlin, how hard did that bludger hit?"

"Pretty hard. But hey, someone else is here to see you," Lily's face darkened, and Marlene knew that could only mean 1 of 2 things. Either James was here...Or Dorcas was. And, as she hadn't heard any incessant asking-outs to Lily, she assumed it to be the latter.

"Its fine, let her in."

"If you wish," Lily shrugged and skipped away, half her hair dyed gold. Marlene hoped it wasn't permanent, it looked awful.

"Evening, McKinnon," Dorcas came closer, sitting at the edge of the bed, "How's your back?"

"It would be much better if you hadn't hit it with the bludger."

Dorcas looked like she felt bad. Marlene had never seen that look before. She had pulled the green ribbons out of her bun and had let her hair go free, if anything it looked nicer like that.

"Sorry about that. But, a game's a game, and you probably would've done the same."

No argument there.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and Pandora to The Three Broomsticks on our Hogsmeade weekends," Dorcas looked at the get well soon card that Lily and Mary had left her, "Unless you have other plans."

"No, I'd..love to," Marlene smiled, going pink.

"It's a date." Dorcas stood up, leaving an assortment of green and red flowers on the end of the bed, "Sleep tight, McKinnon."

Just like that, she was gone. And Marlene was happy again.

Sorry if this has already been discussed, but I was having a thought about why Remus Lupin wasn't made dual-godfather of Harry as he close friends with Lily and Jame's second closest friend, and it occurred to me that it must have been because the second godparent position was already taken. This seems odd though that she has never been mentioned, weather dead or alive, like, Harry's godfather gets an entire book dedicated to him and his godmother never even gets a mention? It technically is possible to be Petunia, as Lily always thought highly of her even when she was terrible to Lily, but I feel like that would have been something Petunia would have told Harry to guilt trip him into being more loyal to her.

Anyway, just thought I'd list some potential candidates on who she could have been.

Mary Macdonald: she was a Gryffindor who was at Hogwarts the same time as Lily, though possibly not the same year. Lily seemed to know her as she cared deeply when she was attacked. With her and the second possible godmother on this list I do find it odd that no one, including Sirius would never have mentioned her to Harry. As Mary Macdonald we don't know much more about her besides that, but their is a long running theory that when she got married she became Mary Cattermole, and in that case she is unlikely Harry's godmother as she was still alive and well by fall 1997 and I find it impossible to believe she would never have attempted to contact her godson over the 16 years since he was orphaned, especially since 1991 when he reentered the wizarding world.

Marlene McKinnon: Again, little is known about Marlene, all we do know is that she was in the Order with James and Lily, and Lily cried the entire night after she was killed implying they were close. She died after Harry was born so it is possible she could have been Harry's godmother as she was alive for his birth, and her death could partially explain why she was never in Harry's life, but still doesn't make sense that Hagrid, Mad-eye, and especially Sirius would never have mentioned she was his godmother.

Bathilda Bagshot: I think she is the most likely candidate. Lily was still pregnant with Harry when she and James went into hiding, so they had little contact with anyone from when they first went into hiding, all except for Sirius, Peter, and Bathilda. Lily seemed to become quite close to the old woman in the little time she knew her, so it is possible that since she was close to them while they were in hiding that she was made godmother, and this is further possible by the fact that Sirius and the other Order members didn't really know Bathilda all that well, so they could have not known she was his godmother. Still, like Mary it is odd that in the years between 1981 and 1997 she never contacted Harry, she was quite old so probably couldn't have physically gone to see him, but she could have sent an OWL.

There might be more possible godmothers, what do you guys think?

Ariana Dumbledore (yeah i know she's dead, just roll w/ me)

Lily Potter

Marlene McKinnon

I only did three this time, but comment below if you want me to do a Part 2!

Answer in the comments.

My answer: I believe that Harry Potter may have had a godmother. Considering Lily’s best friends are deceased, maybe they just don’t speak of it, because of that fact. I’m also thinking that he may have not had one, and only a godfather; Sirius Black, since he was always the closest to James. For godmother however, if he did have one, I’d assume Lily’s closest friend; Marlene McKinnon.

*From Girl Maker on Picrew*

Lily Evans:

Marlene McKinnon:

Mary McDonald:

Dorcas Meadowes:

Alice Fortescue (I think thats her last name, i dont think its actually been confirmed):

Lily:

Sirius:

He looks like a girl but whatever

Marlene McKinnon:

Dorcas:

Patil Twin One:

I forget their names

Patil Twin Two

Who’s next?

Okay so you know those things like funny allignements charts and "what they do in this situation" memes that are blank so you can feel them ?

I did some with the characters from the marauders era so here it is ! X)

But first the images I used and for who so you get who is who : (Most of them are the fancast from tiktok)

James

Sirius

Remus

Peter

Lily

Marlene

Dorcas

Severus

Regulus

Lucius

Narcissa (She was the hardest to put most of the time...)

Bellatrix

Andromeda

(Got that's a lot of characters XD)

Let's go (finally) for the memes now !

That's only the first round I have more coming up UwU

(Normally I censored everything now UwU)(Tho there's one I'm not sure)

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