Legacy of the Marauders

Legacy of the Marauders

Chapter One Lust, Loathing, & Love

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Sirius Black asked Jessie McGonagall, the transfiguration professor's niece (and Sapphire's younger sister), as he seated himself beside her on the Gryffindor common room sofa.

"That is a really bad line to use on a snowy December night," Jessie chided.

"No, it's perfect, just like everything about me, particularly my looks," grinned Sirius.

Jessie said, "Oh yes, you have a very striking face. How many times would you like me to strike you there?"

"One of these days your put-downs will permanently traumatize me," Sirius remarked.

"If that ever happens I'll help you out. Which way did you come in?"

Sirius got up and headed towards the portrait hole.

"Wait, Sirius!"

"Why? You obviously do not want me here," commented Sirius.

Jessie gave a heavy sigh. "It isn't that; I actually do like you, but your Sirius Black, and I am not sure if I can trust you."

Sirius took Jessie's hands in his. "You can always trust me. I would die before I'd see you hurt."

Jessie beamed. "I believe you," she said simply, and kissed him passionately.

He pulled her close to him as he returned the kiss.

James Potter was in the library to glance through books that might inspire ideas for pranks.

"Oy, Potter, how did you get here? Did someone open your cage?" jeered the icy voice of Severus Snape.

James spun around and gaped at Snape as if in awe.

"What are you gawking at?" Snape spit.

"Nothing, it's just that you are living proof that dragon manure can grow legs and walk," volunteered James casually.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Dragons are fascinating, as is all of nature. You should get Lupin a book on it while you are here since he loves nature, in spite of what it did to him," he retorted.

James' blood boiled with rage, no one spoke ill about his friends without suffering the consequences. He whipped out his wand and transfigured Snape's backpack into manure. Then he saw Lily Evans, who had just walked into the library to drop a book in the return slot, shoot him a disgusted look and go back out to the corridor.

"Hold up, Evans," called James. He quickly caught up with her.

"I am busy. Could I ignore you later?" Lily inquired stiffly as she hastened her pace.

James easily kept in step with her. "I know what it must have looked like in there, but you have not any idea what the git said. Please, try to see things from my perspective," requested James, running his hand through his messy hair in a flirtatious manner.

"I would like to see things from your point of view, Potter, though I can't seem to get my head that far up my arse," Lily scornfully stated.

"Why do you treat me this way?" demanded James, steeping in front of her so as to bar her path. "Why? I would go to the ends of the earth for you."

Ignoring his question, she responded, "If you would go to the ends of the earth for me then go and stay there!" She angrily pushed passed him and stalked off.

Remus Lupin was walking outside on the grounds making his prefect rounds in the quiet snowy air and saw the most amazing thing his eyes had ever beheld.

Sapphire McGonagall was dancing gracefully as the snow drifted about her, the stars and crescent moon illuminating her perfect figure and gleaming blond hair until she slipped on a patch of ice.

Remus dashed over to her and helped her up.

"Thanks," said Sapphire. Next, she looked down at the snowflakes on the black sleeve of her Hogwarts uniform. "I like this one best." She pointed at one by her wrist.

"But no two snowflakes are alike, so how do you know you won't see one later that you'll like better?" inquired Remus reasonably.

"When I find the one I just know." She smiled sweetly.

Remus blushed.

Sapphire leaned closer to him until their lips met.

He kissed her back at first, however, after a moment he pulled away. "Sapphire, I can't," he stated in a soft, regretful tone.

"Why not?" Sapphire was hurt.

"Because you would not like me if you knew everything about me," informed Remus sadly.

"Nothing could change how much I care for you," replied Sapphire.

Remus stared directly into her sapphire blue eyes. "I am a werewolf," he told her quietly, yet clearly.

"I know."

"How did you find out?" questioned Remus, shocked.

"Remember when we studied boggarts in third year? Well, I noticed that the boggart became a full moon when it faced you," she answered, and added, "I never judged you for it, nor have I told anyone."

He hugged her. "How can you be so clever and kind and perfect?"

Now, it was Sapphire's turn to have her cheeks become slightly pink.

Remus saved her the trouble of having to reply by putting his mouth over hers.