Stories by J a friend

"How come she married him?" Harry asked miserably, and Sirius could not help but remember.

It wasn't a date. Really, it wasn't. But maybe it should have been.

Living in the Head Dorm means having a morning routine...one Lily tries very hard to dislike, but can't bring herself to.

Lily tries, and fails, to remind herself of all the reasons she could never fancy James Potter.

James never liked broken things. How could he not notice when his friend shattered before his eyes?

Or: Me First. "James always said he wanted to die first." One-shot (or collection of one-shots?)

Hogwarts holds the memories of a thousand years. Where does it keep them?

The difference a year can make. One-shot.

Ron knew exactly how long he had waited for their first kiss. And the next. And the next. But who's counting? One-shot, I think.

"When did you fall in love with me?" The question is simple. So is the answer. Because deep down, they always knew.

"And he told us, said Death, with a sneer as cold as ice: 'Do not tempt fate, children, by attempting to be a hero; I do not ask you to die in infamy, but only to die. So why should not also you take it to heart in life? You are not asked to live in a world where everyone knows your name. You are only asked to live.' And so we did." AU

It's a tale as old as love itself: Boy has girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back. Only... he never really had her to begin with. She's much too wary for that.

This is the story of how the wayward Gryffindor Prince tried and tried to capture the heart of a certain redhead... but some things are better left to their own devices, and in this case love is one of them. Complete-ish, going through a reboot.

Remus Lupin's secret was extremely dangerous. Sirius Black's was unimaginably dark. Peter Pettigrew's was incredibly sad. And James Potter's was exceedingly obvious. But their secrets were not kept from each other. For they were the Marauders. Brothers until the very end.

"I'm not really an Evans, of course. But I might as well be. Why? Well, it's a long story. But I'll do my best. You see, it goes a little like this..." A tale of Howlers, of crooked grins and giddy smiles, of midnight adventures, of the resulting detentions from said adventures, of friendship well-kept and mischief well-managed, this is the story of Lily Evans's sort-of brother.

What the nickname meant to James each year they attended Hogwarts.

His life was hardly perfect. In fact, it was almost as far from perfect as could be. But he wouldn't trade it for the world. For he had the Marauders. And they were the best family he could have asked for. This is a story of friendship, bravery, inside jokes, shy smiles, and sarcastic comments. Lots and lots of sarcastic comments.