Marauders On the Map [R]

[Slytherin Cyanide]

Chapter One:
Graduation Morning

The sun shone through the open windows of the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Everyone was in a hustle to get themselves looking presentable before the big ceremony (mainly for the parents) in an hour. However, two boys stayed cool in the situation, and they were James Potter and Sirius Black.

"Prongs, do we give a damn?" Sirius asked, lighting a joint and taking a puff. He looked at his friend warily.

"No, Padfoot, we don't give a damn." James answered, straightening his tie and messing up his hair, trying to give it the perfect windblown look.

"That's what I thought." Sirius said, giving his friend a devilish smile. He shook his head, taking another hit off the joint. "You're not going to get Lily back with your hair, mate. You really fucked up this time."

"Shut it. I thought he was going to kiss her." The bespecticled boy said, now fussing with his glasses. "Do these look crooked?"

"Who gives a shit about your glasses? You punched Snivellus out, Lily's going to hate you forever. You broke your promise, man. Chicks never forgive you for breaking promises. Trust me." Sirius said, offering the joint to James.

He ignored Sirius' reply about Lily.

"Ugh. Get that thing away from me. It smells horrible. Why the hell are you smoking that anyway? I thought you stopped." James said, grabbing his robes off the dresser and pulling them on.

"I did, but all the loose girls like it. I don't have time for substancial relationships, Prongs. You know that." Sirius said, finishing off the joint and throwing it on the floor, crushing it. "No more hiding it now." He laughed under his breath.

"See, that's your problem. You fuck and run, Padfoot. Maybe if you stayed long enough to learn the girl's name, you'd be in a better situation." James said, giving his friend a look.

"Hah, hah. Very funny, you fuckin' fairy." Sirius said, almost growling at his friend. "I'll remind you that you're the virgin, here. Even Wormtail got laid."

"Sod off." James said angrily. "Bones was wasted and high on just about every muggle narcotic there is, thanks to you. She doesn't count."

"Just because some people like to have fun doesn't mean that you have to be such a tightly wound prat." Sirius said smugly.

"You know, sometimes I want to--" Before James could finish his threat, two boys came running into the room pushing everyone aside. One brown haired and lanky and the other small and mousey.

"Prongs, the headmaster needs you. He needs to review your speech." The lanky boy said, brushing his long hair out of his eyes revealing a scarred yet handsome face.

"Moony, my love!" Sirius said, welcoming the taller of the two, his eyes bloodshot and glazed over.

"I hate being Head Boy, and, if Lily says one thing to me..." James grimanced.

"I smell pot. Padfoot, are you smoking again?" Remus asked, giving his friend a suspicious look.

"Why, yes I am, want some?" Sirius said, reaching into his pocket.

"No!" Remus yelled, holding up his hands. Remus Lupin was usually a generally well behaved boy. He was the one who always warned of the consequences to the groups actions. However, he never stopped any of them from causing trouble. "I'm fine, thank you." Also, Remus was a werewolf. Gentle as they come, but a werewolf nevertheless.

"P-Prongs, he's going to get mad." Wormtail, the smallest boy said. He was quite pudgy, and obviously timid. He was the least liked of the group. Most of the time he just followed the rest around, mostly Sirius.

"Wormtail, when have I ever cared if a Professor, Headmaster or not, was mad at me?" James asked, giving his hair one last ruffle before heading towards the door.

"Try not to get into too much trouble without me!" He shouted from the doorway. "Oh, and don't let Padfoot have any more weed before graduation. He might start to strip again, and we wouldn't want anyone to be subjected to that now would we?"

Sirius motioned a very rude gesture to James' back, and then went back to talking with Remus and Peter, trying to offer them anything and everything. However, nothing worked, and the three of them soon headed down to the Great Hall where the ceremony was taking place.

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After the ceremony, of which during none of the boys payed any attention to, the four boys, The Marauders, were sitting out in the courtyard shooting the breeze.

"So, Prongs, what did Lily say?" Moony asked, leaning in closer to his friend.

"Nothing at all. She just kept on sending me these nasty looks." James shook his head. "I just don't understand how she can care about Snivellus so much. He's such a greasy -- Mum!" He shouted upon spotting his mother, followed by his father, walking toward the small group.

"Oh, sweetie! You were wonderful. Stunning, absolutely stunning, wasn't he, Jim?" His mother said, kissing him on the head.

"Yes, yes. James, I'm proud of you, son." His father said, giving him a smile and a slap on the back.

"Thanks." James said, blushing. He pushed his longish black hair out of his eyes, it still being horribly messy, and grinned up at his parents.

"I've got something for you." Mr. Potter said, pulling out a small box from his coat pocket.

Right away James knew what it was. His eyes grew large, and his jaw dropped.

"Dad, no, I couldn't." He said, reaching out in disbelief. He opened up the box, and his three friends crowded around the back of him to see what it was.

"James, you lucky bastard." Sirius said, staring down at the box with a smile.

"What is it?" Peter asked, confused.

Sirius looked at him in shock and disgust.

"It's only the one thing James has ever wanted besides Lily." Sirius said in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's his grandfather's lucky gold pocketwatch. The one he used to catch dozens of dark wizards, right, Jim?" He said, looking up at Mr. Potter.

"That's right, Sirius, my boy." The older man said with a slight nod.

"Even Moony's known that for ages, you prat." Sirius said until his voice to Wormtail who frowned and recoiled.

"Dad, don't you want to keep it?" James asked, taking it out of the box and gingerly holding it in his hand.

"No, James. You're going to be an Auror. You need this more than I do. I just work in The Ministry. I'm not going to encounter any dark wizards there I'm afraid." He said with a small chuckle.

James gripped the watch in his fist tightly, holding it to his heart. "Thanks, Dad." James said, looking up at his father with tears in his eyes. "I won't let you down." He said, jumping up and hugging his father.

"Oh, Jim, you've made my gift look like rubbish now." Mrs. Potter said playfully.

"Why, Mum? What is it?" James asked, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

"Oh, never mind..." She said, brushing him off. "You wouldn't like it anyway."

"Try him, Kris." Sirius said to Mrs. Potter, grinning. "And, maybe if he doesn't want it, I'd be glad to take it off your hands."

She laughed and shook her head. "Well, to be truthful, the present is for all of you."

"I like the sound of it already." Sirius said to Moony, who shushed him with a smile.

"Yes?" James said, motioning for her to continue.

"Well, Jim and I have transformed the downstairs sitting room into a personal party room for you four, fit with sweets and, more importantly, a bottle of Firewhiskey for each of you." She said, smiling.

Sirius jumped up and hugged the two adults.

"I love you, guys!" He said, feigning crying.

"Thanks, Mum." James said, giving his mother a hug, too. "Well, what are we waiting for?" He said, turning to face his three friends. "Let's party!"

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Read and Review, guys.
Oh, and give me suggestions, please.
I love them suggestions, yes I do!

[Blackstarwolf]

well...
its good i guess...
You know i'm not much into the Marauder stories but it sounds interesting.
Keep up the good work.

[Slytherin Cyanide]

Chapter Two
Graduation Night

The streets were almost quiet that summer night. The only sound that could be heard was the faint rock music coming from the basement of the Potter's house. The Marauders were gathered down there, blasting music, drinking, and doing a variety of substances that Sirius provided, which they'd finally agreed to do at an earlier time.

"Prongs, your parents would kill us if they caught us doing this." Remus said with slurred speech as he took another puff of his joint.

"They're sleeping." James said, downing another cup of Firewhiskey. He sighed in satisfaction, and reached for the bottle, which he missed entirely.

"How can they be sleeping? It's so loud!" Peter said, holding his stomach and looking sick right before he let out a huge belch.

"They put a silencing charm on the door leading upstairs, you dumbass. They don't want to hear our shit-for-brains music all night." Sirius said, leaning foreward, and doing a line of coke.

Peter shrugged and drank quietly from his glass, seemingly enjoying himself.

James frowned at the bottom of the bottle, and threw it to the floor. He sat there pouting, thinking, and then pouting some more.

"What is it, Prongs?" Sirius asked, putting down the needle he was about to use to shoot up. He gave his friend a concerned look, hoping he hadn't gotten a bad batch.

"I'm wasting my life." He said, looking up at his friend with a fearful expression. "I don't want to waste it, Padfoot."

Sirius looked at James in confusion.

"You won't, mate. You're gonna train to be an Auror at the end of sum--"

"That's what I mean! Once I start training, I won't be able to do anything! And, after that, I'll be stuck being an Auror. The Order will keep me captive. I just, just..." James sighed, looking very aggitated.

"Prongs, that's not how it's going to be." Remus said, tripping over his own words. "I mean, during training you can still go out, and then once you work for The Order you can still do stuff. Grant you, not as much as you could do if you weren't in The Order, but they won't hold you prisoner."

"I just want to get away." James said, scootching to the edge of the chair and putting his head in his hands. "I need a vacation." He whined in a muffled voice.

"Well, it is summer vacation. Maybe we can go somewhere." Sirius said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"How about a cross country road trip?" James said, looking up at his friends.

"Sounds good to me." Remus said, finishing off his own drink.

"Across America." James finished.

"Ow, fuck." Sirius said, taking the needle out of his bleeding arm. "Did you say America."

"Yeah! America!" James yelled, standing up and swaying. He grabbed the arm of the recliner for support. "Why not?! It would be great! Us in America! The Marauders on the map!" He looked slightly insane saying this, or so his friends expressions showed.

"I guess it does sound like a little fun..." Peter said with a small smile.

"Are you crazy?!" Sirius bellowed at Peter, jumping to his feet, and wrapping his arm around James' shoulders. "It sounds like the best idea I've ever heard!" He said, letting out a bark of laughter.

"Right then, let's go to America!" James screamed, thrusting his fist into the air.

"When do we leave?" Remus asked, standing, too.

"Tonight." James said almost deviously.

"Tonight, but--" Peter said, scrambling off the couch.

"No 'but's, Wormtail. You in, or are you out?" James said, squinting at his friend.

"I-- I'm in." The mousey boy said, timidly.

"Right then, turn out your pockets, boys." James said, smirking.

The four of them emptied the contents of their pockets onto the coffee table. A great variety of things were strewn there: old candy wrappers, wizard cards, drugs, half-used fags, phone numbers, and, of course, money.

"Well, we have, eh..." James paused, trying to compute how much they had in his head.

"Hundred worth in paper money, and in change... Fifteen galleons." Remus said, scratching his head, and thinking. "That's at least four hundred pounds in muggle money, maybe more."

"Well, that's enough to get us there. Anyone know how much a muggle car costs?" James asked, looking around at his friends for an answer.

"Arthur Weasley bought one once for a couple hundred American dollars once." Peter said, shrugging.

"Well, we'll just have to convert when we get there. Come on, we might miss the plane we want." James said, dashing up the stairs.

"Wait! My stuff!" Sirius shouted, grabbing his drugs and running off behind his friends.

"Prongs! Shouldn't we leave a letter for your parents?" Remus asked, leaning against the counter, dizzy.

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea. I need a pen and a piece of paper." James said, snapping his fingers.

"Here." Sirius said, handing his friend the writing tools.

"Allright," James said, writing the letter, which said:

Dear Mom and Dad,
Me and the boys have gone to America for a bit. Be back soon.
Taking money out of Gringotts. Have a nice summer.

Your son,
James

"We're going to Gringotts?" Sirius asked, staring at James through his black locks.

"Only for some quick cash." He said with a smirk.

"But it's closed--?" Remus said, giving his friend a confused look.

"Don't fret. I have strings that can be pulled, Moony. " James said with a smirk, and, they were off.

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Suggestions are very welcome.

[Slytherin Cyanide]

blackstarwolf said:

well...
its good i guess...
You know i'm not much into the Marauder stories but it sounds interesting.
Keep up the good work.

Aww, I love the Marauders!
I should post it up on fanfiction.net,
but I'm too lazy.

Meh meh meh--

[Blackstarwolf]

yuo should, but write mor chapters first...

[Slytherin Cyanide]

Chapter Three:
Service At Gringotts

The Marauders chose to fly by broom to Diagon Alley that night, mostly for the challenge aspect. After all, they were shit faced and high, why wouldn't they want to take the brooms. So, James used his best, and the others borrowed some of his old models. The whole way there James was worrying about how he was actually going to get the money, Remus was trying not to fall off his broom, and Sirius was laughing at Peter, who was puking over the side of his broom every so often.

Upon landing, Remus began to throw up alongside Peter. Choosing the better of two evils, James and Sirius left their nauseous friends behind and headed toward Gringotts alone.

"So, do you really have a plan, mate?" Sirius asked, taking a roach out of his pocket and lighting it.

"The real question, my dear friend, is if I have a plan that will actually work." James said, grabbing the joint after Sirius had taken a puff, and had one himself.

"Hey," Sirius growled playfully, grabbing it back. "Whatever, as long as we don't get thrown in Azkaban I'm good."

Once they'd reached the doors to the bank, James tried yelling at the doors for a few minutes, requesting assistance. He soon gave up, sitting on the top step next to his best friend. He felt something lumpy and uncomfortable in his pocket. He remembered that he had his grandfather's pocket watch, pulled it out, and looked at it, trying to imagine what his grandfather would do in this situation. First of all, he wouldn't have been wasted and high, so he probably would have been able to think clearer. Second of all, he most likely would not have been in that situation at all, which didn't really help James' thinking process. Then, it hit him all at once.

"Stand back." James commanded, jumping to his feet.

"Prongs --" Sirius said, looking at his friend hesitantly.

"Expecto Patronum!" James shouted, and a silvery glowing eagle appeared from the end of his wand. "Griphook, I've come to collect." He said to the patronus, which disappeared through the front doors.

"What the hell was tha -- ?" Sirius stopped once he noticed the doors opening. He stood there dumbfounded as he looked from James to the goblin, and then back to James.

"What took you so long?" James asked with a cocky grin.

"Don't test me, Mr. Potter. I'm breaking a rule as it is." Griphook said with distaste.

"Yeah, well, breaking the rules is a little bit better than getting sacked, isn't it?" He said with a slight squint.

The goblin sneered, and Sirius gave his friend a very confused look. James gave him a look saying to keep quiet, and Sirius nodded in understanding.

"Griphook, I need one thousand Galleons worth in American Muggle money. Can you do that?" He asked.

"Can I, or will I?" Griphook said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Griphook," James said, his voice serious. "I need this money now. I have no patience for mind games."

"Yes. Right away then, Sir." The goblin said before shutting the door.

"What was that all about?" Sirius asked, a look of bewilderment still on his face.

"Nothing really. Caught him sleeping on the job once, and have been threatening to tell someone if he didn't do what I wanted." James said, a smirk growing across his face.

"That's my Prongs." Sirius said, slapping his friend on the back with pride.

In no time Griphook came out of the bank, carrying a wad of bills which James calmly put inside of his sport coat's pocket. As the two walked back to their friends they shared stories about encounters with nasty goblins throughout the years. However, to their surprise, upon returning to the spot where the left Peter and Remus, they only found Peter.

"Oi! Wormtail, where's Moony?" Sirius asked, looking around.

"I -- I think he's on the ground over -- " Peter pointed to the far right before getting sick again all over the cobblestones.

"Merlin's bloody..." James said, rushing over to his friend's side and kneeling down. "Moony, Moony, come on... Wake up." He said, shaking his friend by the shoulders. "Padfoot! I don't think he's breathing!" He shouted, panicking.

"Fuck -- " Sirius gasped, dropping down to the ground next to James with Peter teetering behind. "I did this. I killed Moony. After all the shite he's been through, my stash did it..." Sirius said, beginning to cry.

"No, but this'll teach you a decent lesson, won't it?" Remus said, sitting up on his elbows and looking at Sirius with a satisfied expression.

Sirius and Peter looked back at him in awe, but James' face changed to one of rage.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER!!" James screamed at the top of his lungs, repeatedly hitting Remus. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"A little help here!" Remus exclaimed, shielding himself with his arms as Sirius pulled a thrashing James away.

"You know, mate. That was pretty rotten of you to do." Sirius said as he restrained his friend. "But, I'm probably not going to stop using because of that."

"Had to give it a shot." Remus said, standing, and brushing himself off.

"Yeah, good try." Sirius said, letting go of James who silently promised he'd stop beating on Remus.

"So, we ready to go?" Remus asked, fixing his messy hair.

"Yeah, yeah. I think so." James said, looking over to Peter. "You feeling better."

"Uh -- Maybe. I don't think I have anything left to puke up." He said weakly.

"Well, on that note," Sirius said, grabbing a broom and smiling from ear to ear. "To the airport!"


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Ditching their brooms in the bushes outside London's airport, the four entered the building, behaving in their most muggleish behavior. James approached the main desk and drummed his fingers on the linoleum, waiting for the lady to acknowledge him.

"May I help you?" She asked him, with her big blue eyes.

"Uhm, yes. I want four tickets to America." He said, pulling out six hundreds, hoping he wasn't looking like a fool.

"Where?" She asked, typing something into the computer.

"America." He repeated, looking over to Sirius who shrugged, also unaware of what to do in the situation.

"Yes, I understand that, Sir. But where in America would you like to go?" She asked, looking up at him with a questioning gaze.

"Oh, yes, of course. The first possible flight, please. Anywhere." He said, pushing the money toward her.

The woman gave him a curious expression, and then continued looking through the computer. "We have one leaving for New York City in ten minutes." She said, looking back up at him.

"Perfect." He said with a small smile.

She took the money, and handed James four plane tickets, directing them to their gate number. The group of them rushed to the gate, gave the ticket collector their slips, and boarded the plane. Each one of them had high expectations of America, but none of them would be ready for what was in store. They had no idea that their vacation from a vacation would turn into a very trying adventure. But, what they did know was that America better watch out, because the Marauders were coming to manage their bloody mischief.

[Blackstarwolf]

interesting...
it sounds good, but again, i'm not much of one ofr the maruaders...
still its god

[Slytherin Cyanide]

Chapter 4
Hitting the Bar

A/N: I wrote this whole thing while listening to the seventh Harry Potter book on CD. I think that this chapter is better than any of the previous ones, and I believe that the audio book is mostly why. So, enjoy. I hope you like it. Don't expect this quality of writing in future chapters. I suppose it'll go back to poo in time for the next chapter.

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The plane ride to America had been one to remember, that's for sure. It was a miracle that the pilot hadn't requested that the four boys be thrown out of the plane excluding any parachutes available. The Marauders had made sure that they'd been an annoyance throughout the entirety of the flight.

When they first boarded the plane they'd made sure that the whole cabin heard their conversation about American girls and their luscious breasts. They'd kept this up until the married couple in front of them made it quite clear that they'd had enough. Normally this wouldn't have stopped them, but the man and woman had reminded them of the Potters, so they stopped. Eventually, however, they got bored, and started trouble again. This was about halfway into the flight, when all of them were tired silly. James and Sirius had started slapping each other playfully, which soon turned into intense rough housing. Accidentally, Sirius' elbow collided with Remus' nose and the back of Peter's head. Remus screamed in pain, and Peter began hitting Sirius rapidly, too used to getting beat by the older boy. Soon enough Sirius and Peter were rolling in the isle, beating the snot out of one another while James and Remus snuck off through the mess of disgruntled passengers to fix the latter's nose.

Sirius, Peter, James and Remus had managed to clean themselves up before receiving many threats and warnings from the staff aboard. The four of them brushed the experience off and spent the rest of the remaining time sleeping, realizing that they didn't want to be exhausted when they arrived in America.

As they walked through the gate to the New York City airport The Marauders felt refreshed and ready for action. However, the four of them had very different ideas of what was coming next.

"Alright, we need a plan." Remus said, looking as if he was ready to create an elaborate Quidditch play.

James and Sirius gave their friend questioning looks. Clearly neither of them wanted to do any planning at the moment.

"Sorry, mate. No time for planning. Bars to hit and ladies to bang." Sirius said with a sharp smile, and turned on his heel for the exit.

Remus reached out and grabbed his friend's shoulder, holding him back. His face was unchanging as Sirius turned to face him.

"Get your hand off me, Remus." Sirius said, almost growling.

"Sirius," Remus said, his voice sour and sharp. "We're not going out there without a plan. We don't know what's waiting for us. You'll probably get the shite end of a bad drug deal, and get yourself killed." He said, gesturing to his friend's pockets. "We need a plan."

"Come on," James said impatiently. "Your plans take forever to figure out, and they're just as good as not having a plan at all."

Remus gave James a nasty look.

"We need to know what we're going to do and where we're going. If we don't, this will all just be a waste of our time." He said, looking from friend to friend.

"He's right." Peter said, whimpering as Sirius gave him a threatening look.

"You know what?" Sirius said, pointing his finger in Remus' face. "You and Wormy can stay here, make your bloody plan, and go along your fucking fairy way, alright? Meanwhile, Prongs and me are going to go club hopping and score with all the hottest babes in New York City. Isn't that right, Prongs?"

James looked up at the sound of his name, but hadn't heard a word that was said. He'd been thinking about Lily. He missed her. He reached into his pocket and gripped his grandfather's watch, holding it tight in his fist.

"Right?!" Sirius asked, giving his friend a hard look.

"Yeah, yeah." James said having not a clue, and nodded.

"Well then, see ya." Sirius said, grabbing James by the sleeve and walking off toward the doors.

"I'm going with them, Moony. Sorry." Peter said, rushing off after them.

Remus stood there alone, his temper steaming. He gritted his teeth as he watched his friends walk away. He balled his hands into fists, and started off at a steady pace toward his friends.

"Bloody spoiled brat..." He hissed under his breath.

Remus jumped in front of the group of three, a demented look in his eye. He didn't say anything for a few moments, and just stared at each and every one of them, making sure that they knew of his anger.

"I give up. I'm sick of being the reasonable one. I'm not going to be responsible for you three any longer. You can watch out for yourselves. I'm going to stop worrying and have fun." Remus said firmly.

Sirius broke the silence with a bark of laughter. His face broke into a wild grin and he grabbed his friend by the arms and shook him.

"Finally, Moony! Brilliant, brilliant." He said, hugging his friend. "I knew that you'd stop being anal someday. I'm so proud of you." Sirius exclaimed, looking at his friend with some warped sense of pride.

"Erm... Thanks?" Remus muttered, not really sure of what to say to that.

"Now, why are we standing here? Let's celebrate!" Sirius said, walking with his friends out of the airport and into the New York City night.

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In no time the Marauders had found a small club that looked safe enough to venture into. Upon entering they were hit in the face with an overwhelming smell of beer, cigarette smoke, and pot. It was dark in the establishment, the only light coming from flashing multi-colored strobe lights in the corners.

It took a little persuading from Sirius in order to get the bartender to give the four of them alcohol. After all, they were considered underage in America. However, soon enough they'd found a table in the corner, idly chatting and watching the people surrounding them.

"Do you suppose she realizes she's half-naked?" Peter asked, staring at a topless girl in the middle of the dance floor.

"Why don't you go find out, Wormtail?" Sirius asked, taking a sip of his beer. "If she doesn't, then you're in luck."

Peter shrank back in his seat, bumping against James who could tell that the small boy was blushing. He laughed, long over his fit of brooding over Lily. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I think I saw a motel on the way here." He said, finishing his drink and pushing the glass toward the center of the table. He was still a little foggy from the Firewhiskey and drugs.

"We're staying there then?" Sirius asked, looking around at his friends.

Remus raised his hands, clear that he wasn't going to make any more decisions. Peter shrugged timidly. Sirius looked back to James.

"Are we?" He asked his friend.

"Yeah, sure. It didn't look too sketchy." James said sitting back in his chair. "You think you can get me some more of this beer? I really like it."

Sirius smirked.

"No problem, mate."

After half a dozen more beers for the four friends they were up and dancing on the floor. The room was spinning, and they were enjoying it. However, they soon found themselves being persuaded into a game of muggle poker. James agreed to play.

James really had no idea what was going on. His body seemed to be moving by its own accord. He barely even knew how to play muggle poker for Merlin's sake. Somehow, James' pocket watch had been thrown into the lot. He tried his best to stay focused, but in the end it just wasn't enough. James lost the game and his watch, along with three hundred dollars of their money.

While the muggle who'd won the game was rejoicing with his friends, James wobbled back to his. An overwhelming sense of loss had come over him, weighing him down. However, it wasn't just his grandfather's pocket watch that he was mourning. Somehow Lily had snuck back into his mind, and the tears that were stinging his eyes were mostly for her.

"I lost. I lost... " James repeated before dropping to his knees and falling to the floor, unconscious.

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[Slytherin Cyanide]

blackstarwolf said:

interesting...
it sounds good, but again, i'm not much of one ofr the maruaders...
still its god

Maybe you'll start liking them...