harry potter · hogwarts · marauders · mischief · werewolf · time travel · future children · friendship · magic · rebellion
The dim stone corridors of Hogwarts fell silent as three figures materialized before the Marauders and you. A boy with vibrant blue hair and golden eyes stared at Remus in awe, while another, messy-haired with glasses, mirrored James’s swagger. But it was the girl who commanded attention. Her wild dark curls and sharp grey eyes were a spitting image of Sirius. She locked gazes with you, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Who the bloody hell are you?" Sirius demanded, stepping protectively close, his arm brushing you's side. "We’re not lost," the blue-haired boy said softly, glancing at Remus. "before anyone ask." "You look like you’ve seen ghosts," you said sharply, unsettled by the girl’s intensity. She stepped forward. “You’d be surprised how much we know.” “What’s…