The Marauders: Year Five #Wattys2017

Lily's Dream

Lily's Dream

Maryrose was standing on the top of the astronomy tower, by one of the turrets that the students used to lean their telescopes upon. She had put on a jumper and her hair was a brilliant shade of teal because James had once told her that it was his favorite. She leaned against the stone of the castle, her heart racing with anticipation. Then she saw a figure out on the lawn... by the quidditch pitch. It was James, in just his slacks and oxford, his quidditch robes he'd been wearing gone... and he was running toward the forest, his wand in his fist, his hair gone wild... She squinted down at him in concern, wondering what he was doing going off into the trees... She frowned.

Was there something the matter? Why else would James have been running to the forest when he was supposed to be on his way up here? What if something happened and that's what Remus Lupin had needed him for? She gripped the stone nervously, about to turn to go and see if there was something she could do to go and help... when she spotted Remus Lupin himself, coming from the pitch with James's other two friends - Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew - and those three seemed fine... no apparent emergencies... She watched as they stopped halfway up the path to talk, Remus seeming to do most of the talking as he moved his hands the most of the three of them, and then Sirius had said something - he looked upset - and gone off toward the castle, followed by Peter, while Remus stayed there on the path, shaking his head and turning in circles, kicking at the dusty path.

Maryrose looked along the treeline of the forest, but James had disappeared and there was no sign of his returning.

And then -- there was Lily Evans, easy to spot with her bright ginger hair, and she walked down to where Remus was, carrying something lumpy in her arms, and the pair of them stood for a moment, talking, Lily glancing back at the castle, and then they both ran toward the woods together, exactly the way James Potter had gone.

Maryrose's hands gripped the stone turret.

She needed to go see what was wrong. There was obviously something. And what if they could use her help? She'd help anyway she could! She turned to go, hurrying down the steps of the tower....

Remus hadn't expected Sirius to be angry with him. But angry he'd been. "When do I ever get to spend time with you anymore?" Sirius demanded, looking upset. They were standing on the path ot the pitch, and Sirius's words were loud and complaining. He stared at Remus, "When was the last time I got to properly snog you or hold you or just be with you, Rey? It's been a right long time!"

"It hasn't been that long," Remus argued, "You're being a mite dramatic about it, Padfoot. And this is for James - how long's he been waiting for Lily to pay attention and he's got the perfect opportunity, at last, for her to notice him! I can't not help him with that -- you know I can't."

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sirius... please..."

"Whatever, Rey. Do whatever you want. I'm going to the dorm." Sirius spun on his heels and started off toward the castle, followed by Peter, and Remus stared after him, dumbfounded.

"Don't be such a git!" he cried out, and Sirius flipped him the middle finger as he continued walking off. Remus's eyes burned. "Yeah well..." he imitated the motion, "To you, too." He kicked the dirt and paced angrily.

Sirius was being irrational, he thought. He couldn't understand what the bloody hell was going on... why Sirius was suddenly always trying to challenge him, always acting slighted. His heart ached over it, and he jammed his fists into his pockets as he paced, wishing he knew how to fix it, how to make Sirius feel better. He felt like he couldn't do anything right with Sirius lately...