Sunshine

what's a soulmate? Ah... it's like a best friend but more. It's that one person who knows you better than anyone else. Someone who makes your a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself. They inspire you. A soulmate is someone you carry with you forever. The person who knew you and accepted you, before anyone else did. Or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you will always love them. And nothing could ever change that. James Potter I. eighteen. marauders era

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LILYPAD !

lily rolled her eyes when he pulled out the chair for her, but she didn’t protest. as much as she hated to admit it, she was growing accustomed to james potter’s antics. there was a time when she would have turned on her heel and gone to sit somewhere else, convinced he was mocking her, but now she understood he was just being himself. she sat. a small crease appeared in her brow, and she shook her head. “ — time travelled? that’s ridiculous. we can’t have time travelled. ”

yes, ridiculous. a small smile appeared in tense features as the other ridiculed the conversations & thoughts that haunted him. the paper, the several statements that he looked like the boy who lived, the small chat with the strangely familiar blonde. everything was so confusing... “    I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT AS WELL BUT    “ his eyes observed his surroundings to the amount of unfamiliar faces and his hazel eyes returned to her, the only thing certain in that morning “    we can’t fight the obvious, lils. promise me    “ his eyes became haunted of fear of the uncertain, knot forming in his throat. he wasn’t sure why or how, he couldn’t believe these words were leaving his mouth “    don’t leave me today. please.    “

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FRED !

   of all the things to be accused of, old age should — and probably does — rank dead last on his list of grievances. if you discount the one year he and george drank an aging potion to skirt the issue of an age barrier. good times. good times. “how old do i look? i’m only seventeen.” any other time, he would be playing up his age. it’s kind of hard to live up to the expectations of a thriving joke shop when people look at you and see a child. but then — when he takes a gander at the other boy’s face, he almost does a double-take. “blimey, mate — has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like the boy who lived?” the resemblance is uncanny. maybe he’s a doppelganger. at said doppelganger’s kindly offer of assistance, however, he stops gawking long enough to offer him a small smile of gratitude.  “ron and ginny … weasley. i’m afraid they might be a little lost without me.” who wouldn’t be?

“   ABOUT... TWENTY-ONE?  “ james didn’t meant to be rude; no, not at all. his mood was raging from SWELL to HELL in less than five seconds and yet, he couldn’t just be bluntly rude. even so, as soon as that snarky comment EVERYONE HAD BEEN MAKING EVERY SINCE HE HAD WOKEN UP was driving him insane. who was this boy? why did people stopped to stare like they just seen a ghost? blunt words fell from his lips, frustrating voice sounding loud in the crowded hall “    i don’t fucking know who this boy who lived is so everyone should just stop comparing me to this... i don’t fucking know.    “ fingers rubbing eyes; he was tired. his hazel eyes rise to the others features again, frustrating sigh leaving his mouth “    i’m sorry. long day. i’ll check it out. how do they look like?    “

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From the very beggining of the day, Peter could tell that there was something weird happening around him. Sure Hogwarts had many students and was weird by itself… but not like that. You see.. After 7 years in that place he had gotten used to lots of students.. and now he could barely recognize any of them in the crowd and that wasn’t right. Was he going nuts? He was probably going nuts. Or maybe the other guys were throwing a prank on him. It was hard to say which option was more likely to be. “2024?” he frowned, finally realizing the Prophet on the table. “What the fuck..?” he went over the pages, confused, but his vision suddenly too blurred for him to focus on anything. He could feel his heart beat fast agains his chest “O-ok, guys, this is ridiculous, you all can stop joking over me!” he looked around him, pretty much sure he was sounding crazy.

james was having his SECOND coffee when peter sat down next to him. eyes didn’t even moved from the table, thoughts running miles around the conversation he had in the quidditch pitch, just a few moments before. could it be? where were they? was it just him? at the sudden outburst from his friend, his head lifted and hand harshly pulled the paper, tearing it in two. his mind was trying to grasp on what was happening and yet, he tried to remain confident. to his friend, the facade. a small chuckle fell from his lips, as he patted peter’s shoulder “    CALM DOWN, mate, everything is fine. we’re... we’re just fooling with you, yes.    “ why had he been lying so much in that specific morning? he couldn’t tell, his eyes still kept himself safe as smile spread “    never mind the paper, we’re good.    “

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LILYPAD !

lily had never been a morning person, so when she walked into her potions class first thing in the morning, still bleary-eyed and clutching a fresh cup of coffee, she thought she was still dreaming when her potions class seemed to have tripled in size, with dozens of new faces lily had never seen before. but after a few blinks, it still seemed pretty real, so she decided it probably wasn’t a dream. “ — am i in the right class? ” she muttered to the person next to her, taking a gulp of her coffee.

since several points at the specific morning had gone wrong, james wasn’t in his best mood. sitting in his most achieving class and seeing many new faces was just another chaotic spot to pile. “    I KNOW.    annoying, isn’t it?     “ a new feeling of joy came over him as he saw his favorite face in the world and a small smile appeared in his features, hand pulling the chair for her to sit “    i don’t like this, lils. they say we time travelled.    “

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silence. possibly the worst thing james could be in. his inside was struggling against this time travelling business everyone spoke about. alone, he felt the presence; a familiar one. “     YOU MUST THINK I’M STUPID. YOU MUST THINK I’M A FOOL.    “

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MOONY !

remus was not particularly graceful, never had been, too much limb and not enough control. even when he was bumping into doorframes and catching his hip against the corners of desks, one thing he knew how to be was quiet. he clasped a book in his hands as he trudged along behind james. however clever and talented prongs was, he could be completely oblivious when lost in his own head, or thinking about quidditch. remus grinned sheepishly. “hullo, mate.”

a small startle and james turned, hazel eyes quickly finding the fragile structure of his best friend “    MERLIN, MOONS !! i always knocked you out with the bat.    “ eyes slowly returning to his melting sweetness and gentle smile spread across his graced features, expression he always and mostly only used with his closest “    yet, i’m happy you’re here. i was feeling a bit lonely around here.    “ it was a lie. he was feeling frightened, something seemed vibrant in the air, like a pre-war; the smothering air and the gentle breeze. the quietness. 

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NARCISSA !

“Of course.” Still smiling, and perhaps a bit too brightly, Narcissa began to play with the ends of her hair– a nervous habit that she wished she could correct, but was never really able to. She knew what she wanted to say to James. She wanted to ask about her cousin, wanted to know if Sirius was all right now that he’d moved out of his mother’s home. She wanted to know if he was happy. And yet, the young Black couldn’t bring herself to do it. According to her family, her cousin was a blood traitor and she should cease to care about his well-being. She really shouldn’t be talking to Potter, either, but… “how is it looking, by the way?” She cleared her throat, “the team, I mean. Do you have high hopes?” It was something.

such a soft flower. james always felt pity whenever he saw narcissa standing near her sisters, specially near bellatrix. such delicate flower, forced to be a certain away due to society standards. he wasn’t, so why should she? he knew as soon she started to behave a certain away, she would start speaking her mind, the smae was going to happen as it did with sirius. he couldn’t help, however, but to hope. small moments like these showed she had more than an empty head; she had a heart “     I ALWAYS HAVE HIGH HOPES.    “ he spoke, meaninful stare at the woman before him, small smile melting any hypothetical meaning “    the team is strong, this year. we won’t go down without a fight.    “ was his words double meaning? perhaps. he had nothing good to say to her. the eyes of society were on them. he couldn’t say more.

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     alice had rolled out of bed and straight into a bed post - so, her morning was starting off like it usually did, with the formation of a bruise just above her right knee and accidental poking of her wand into the skin of her thigh. she couldn’t find her practice outfit, so she just threw on an old t-shirt she had stolen earlier that summer from one of the others at practice and made her way through the halls, nearly stopping dead at some people talking about not being able to believe it was 2024, her heart rate rising in her chest before she slid to a stop in front of the quidditch stands and changing rooms. “  james, merlin’s fucking -  ” she nearly slammed into the door, narrowly avoiding knocking herself out as she took in a breath. “  merlin’s balls, that was close.  ”

“   AM I THAT UGLY IN THE MORNING? by stars, alice, it’s just- where’s your uniform?    “ he was used to alice’s distraction and clumsy ways, but there was something about always forgetting something to quidditch practice made him moody and angry “   you’re late. what were you doing?    “ he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her to safety, so she wouldn’t accidentally hurt herself once more, while meaningful rolling his eyes “    how are you so clumsy?    “

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LUNA !

He said she reminded him of a friend, and she wondered vaguely which of her parents he was talking about. The thought of either of them being here filled her stomach with somersaulting pixies, but she smiled anyway. “I have a feeling that’ll happen quite a lot today,” she mused. “Oh, this very well could be 1978… but you see, I went to sleep in 1996 last night. And something about the castle and the grounds seems… older and newer at once. Like how a pawn in Wizard’s Chess looks after it’s been smashed a few too many times.”

She beamed at him, wanting to tell him just how much he’d change the world, and how happy his son would be to see him, but she knew messing with time was dangerous. Similarly, she was bursting to ask him about her mum, but she didn’t. “What’s 1978 like?”

“    1996?!   wait, what?    “ james’ eyes widened quickly as she spoke, shock coming over his features, before his melted to his eyes. this wasn’t pandora, of course not. he believed, sincerely, he was speaking to her cousin or worse, daughter. the girl had the same features, the same curious eyes, the same dazzling smile and james just melted. “    no matter where in time i am, as long as i have my loved ones near.    “ he shrugged lightly, recalling to have spoken to pandora the night before. would she be here as wel what is happening?  “    i believe it would me mostly the same to live in 1996.    “

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RONALD !

ron now got a better look at the male who indeed, was not his best friend. he frowned slightly though because he did look slightly like him and as far as he knew there was only one harry potter at hogwarts. “sorry. you kinda look like   my friend . he told me to meet him here and well i’m here but he’s not. ” ron said a bit offended. “i thought only quidditch players were allowed to reserve the field in the mornings? are you like an exchange students or something?”

“    YOU INSULTE ME.    “ and he was, in fact, insulted. throughout his school experience, james was not used to not being known. in quidditch games, he shinned; in classes, he succeeded; in the lady department, he wasn’t to be spoken. if someone didn’t knew he, they were tranfering or living under a rock “    i’m the damn best seeker this world has ever seen. i’m james fucking potter. and if you haven’t heard of me, you’re in the wrong, bro.    “ arms crossed, bat under his arm, his brows furrowed strongly. how dared he?

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SEVEN !

        something was oddly off in that morning. seven could feel that as soon as he got up from his bed. it was like everything was different, but he didn’t know what changed. he knew it couldn’t be the full moon affecting him ‘cause it wasn’t that time of the month. ignoring this, he dressed up properly and started his preparations for a short run near the castle. the voice took him by surprise as he did not expect any other student to be up yet.  “uhmmm… yeah? can I help you?”

  his eyes met the younger greyback, relief filling his lungs and he breathed in deepy. nothing happened? see? the desperate feeling is just nothing. bit hole of nothing. a small smile graced his features, hazel eyes closing briefly “   I’M SORRY, i thought it was a first year kid. they are always lost.    “

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FRED !

  an irascible scowl grazing his lips, fred glares up at the portrait of a pouty-faced fat lady sporting a pink, frilly dress, tempted to unleash a bunch of creepy crawlies on her portrait, courtesy of his shop. because — no matter how many words he throws at her, she refuses to let him into the gryffindor common room, stubbornly barring his way. it’s not like she’s never seen him before. so why the silent treatment? did they forget to feed her that morning? “oh, come on, woman. why must you persist on changing passwords every decade or so?” & why must she be so …. sulky about it? “i just want to check on my poor, defenseless siblings — is that too much to ask for?”

after the unsettling morning at the quidditch pitch and the troubling news about the time travelling, james potter was pissed. not, not that much, just severely moody. bat in hand, glaring hues observing his surroundings to the unknown faces and shocked glances “    WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?   want a picture?    “ the gryffindor homeroom would be quiet, right? wrong.   it wouldn’t be harder to enter than ever before. after avoiding contact to some curious fifth graders, he found a redheaded man similar to the boy he had found earlier “    aren’t you a bit old to be asking to go in?    “ before the other’s speech, the good in ames potter told him he should help “   who are your siblings? maybe i can check it out.    “

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LOUIS !

louis had made his way to hogwarts as soon as things started happening. he knew that dominique would be there and since she was at one of the biggest hubs of activity, there would be a chance that she would have an idea what was going on. he was crossing the quidditch field when the person spoke and his head jerked up. “hi?” this male looked like he had to be older but louis was sure he had never seen him during his time at hogwarts. “you’re up a bit early, aren’t you?”

pale skin, googly eyes; the boy seemed to be much younger than him and yet, he had never seen his face in hogwarts. was he a new student? a transfer student? james quickly turned to the boy, charming smile dancing on his lips like it would be usual in him and spoke “   I HAVE TO TRAIN. what better way to start the day than in the morning with quidditch?   “

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NARCISSA !

It wasn’t usual for Narcissa to be out and about at six am on a Sunday, but the crisp autumn air and red and orange foliage surrounding the castle persuaded her that this was a good day to venture outside and have some tea while catching up on her reading. She chose the quidditch pitch because she thought she’d be alone– not so, apparently. The blonde startled when she heard a voice and very nearly slopped hot liquid all over the front of her coat, but managed to save herself from the burn with a quick wave of the wand. She peered at the figure. “Oh. Potter. It’s just you”. Instinct told her to add an ‘I’m sorry’ onto the end of her statement, but she forced it down; she was not going to apologize for simply taking up space. Instead she just continued to stand before him, wearing a pleasant expression. “So. Early quidditch practice, then?”

YOU COULD DEFINITELY FEEL THE AWKWARDNESS. the boy wasn’t used to dealing with the black’s without sirius by his side and he was more of a damage control than anything. he thought, however, narcissa definitely took a toll; she seemed to be taken by the wave and being sister of bellatrix black had to be hard. a small smile replaced the expression of surprise he had adopted surprise as he spoke “   MISS NARCISSA. came to watch the sunrise? because if so, by the lake its more beautiful.   “ instinct told him to ask if something was off, what she was doing there in such early hours, but he quickly shut it out and observed the field, voice sounding strong and joyful “   ah yes. have the team joining me at 7:30. have ti have everything ready, no?   “