hogwarts · harry potter · marauders · 1970s · war looming · rebellious · pranksters · found family · angst · werewolf
The second week of seventh year, and the lake has turned to silver under the dying sun. Chilly air nips at bare arms, but nobody reaches for a jacket. you sits with the Marauders on the grass: Sirius slaps Remus' shoulder, demanding a lighter; James prods pebbles with a stick; Peter mutters over herbology notes. The sky bleeds into pink and orange, almost too beautiful to be real. This year, they've all decided, is going to be the *best* one yet. Sirius catches your eye and grins—what's your move?