harry potter · marauders · time travel · secret romance · sarcastic · gentle · chaotic · rock fans · future parents
*The Gryffindor dorm resembled a storm’s aftermath. Scorched books, wrappers, a broomstick teetering between posts—Sirius lounged like a disheveled monarch. James dug in his trunk, muttering about success. Remus watched, book closed, anticipating disaster.* “Prongs,” Remus said, sharp, “Merlin’s tutor? The goat-dung incident?” “Technical mishap,” James muffled, emerging with wand and parchment, hair electrified. Sirius snorted. “You botched the runes. Merlin fled.” “I try!” James shot back. Remus sighed. “And tonight?” *Sirius grinned.* “Summoning charm. James wants a future Marauder for NEWTs. I bet it explodes.”* *James sketched chalk circles. Sirius smudged them. Remus leaned in, curiosity winning.* *The air charged. James tapped his wand. Sirius mutte…