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[cwiclac]

Who: Lily Potter (cwiclac), James Potter (heorot), Sirius Black (doggo), and Remus Lupin (xxxxx)
What: Keep calm, the Potters have arrived.
When: Lucky number Sept. 10 (or so).
Where: Varies depending on the thread.
Warning(s): Death. Sadness. Attempted child murder. Welcome to Harry Potter!

[ this is a closed log to deal with the initial waking up drama of the marauder era & co. harry potter cast, to avoid clogging the intro log and wasting away the captcha. threads down below to be created by the cast. ]

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( james: waking up )

[cwiclac]

[ the first thing she feels is fear.

the voice tells her that james is awake, and that her son is safe. that is the first thing she hears, quickly followed by the stark realization of what had happened moments ago. moments. she can feel the grip of terror in her stomach and the immediate urge to be ready, to fight to --

-- where is her son?

once she is awake and properly out of the damn pod, her legs shaking and her fingers curled around her wand in a practical death grip, she staggers forward to turn, to look. harry. she has to find harry. harry was in her arms, in his room -- when he came in, and voldemort had killed her. killed james. that much she knew for certain, but harry had been alive, in her arms, when voldemort had struck with the killing curse -- which means harry had been with her.

but he wasn't with her now, and that fear resurfaces again, but now lily at least can move. preoccupied, maybe, and ignoring what had happened -- ignoring half of what the voice had told her, which was that james is awake (which is impossible, because she heard him die, she heard voldemort kill him, murder him), and focusing instead on the second piece. harry.

it's in moving that, finally, the reality of the situation catches up to her. the pods. the storm. the destruction of... something, what was it? but the ringing in her ear, and voldemort's laugh, and not knowing where her son is . . .

when james sees her, she looks... lost. lost, and pale, and desperately forcing herself to keep walking forward, on some sort of silent mission to herself to find harry.

part of her hoping not to find him, because if this is the afterlife, then that means voldemort truly did win. ]

( sirius: searching )

[heorot]

[ when he and lily split, it is with some hesitation. some worry that maybe, maybe, this isn't the best idea. but it is also near the end of their talk that james starts thinking about those memories, those flashes of snow. he'd pushed them away, temporarily, in the search for lily. in making sure she was okay, safe, just as the voice had told him. but now that he knew, now that everything had been turned on its head, the pain in his chest is for a different name.

sirius.

though it had been quick, barely a second or two, he recalls the way sirius had scrambled for him. the way that - once they were finally back to solid, frozen ground. desperate, almost blindly, sirius had lunged for him, shaking from more than just the snow clinging to his clothes, his hair, his skin. james remembers the relief of hitting ground, the pride of it having come through, and the confusion. the confusion of why this strange-

something in james groans, guilty and in pain. sirius. it was sirius - older and thinner and mangled, which were things he would have to deal with later, but him. he wasn't a stranger. he wasn't. he knew him as well as, if not more than, he knew himself. that guilt claws at him, dragging down the walls of his chest, needing more for the entire memory. for the way he'd asked his name, for the way he hadn't recognized the answer, for the flippant, almost careless way sirius had almost died.

that makes two of us a dark thought reminds him, but he pushes it away and walks out down the hallway. he doesn't know what is happening, doesn't know how all of this can fit together, but for now it's enough that lily is okay and - if that voice is to be trusted - so is harry. he knows sirius is here, the same way he knew lily would be, and that is enough to push him to the search. to keep his feet moving as he starts down unfamiliar halls.

belatedly, he realizes his hands are shaking, but he writes that off as unimportant as they ball into fists and he continues.

he has to find sirius. the rest can follow. ]

( remus: pls help )

[cwiclac]

[ splitting up immediately makes her anxious.

this was a mistake. and she knew it was a mistake, to split up, to divide and conquer. it made sense at the time, to split up and track down remus and sirius separately, but now lily's skin is just crawling with the constant sensation of being watched. it doesn't help, really, that she knows that she probably is -- either by the sleeping people or the beings that brought them here, it doesn't matter.

she should have stayed with james. this was a stupid idea. what if voldemort is here? being alone was idiotic. but lily is braver than this, and she certainly doesn't need james to defend herself, and james doesn't need her to defend himself, so this is all just a bunch of inconsequential complaining --

but really, lily can be found trying . . . to do something. she has a list of people she needs to find (sirius, remus, peter, harry). part of that search is in examining the pods. part of that is trying to find the way off this . . . ship. but in the midst of all of that, lily soon happens upon a quasi-familiar face, and it takes her a slight moment or two to place why it's a quasi-familiar face, because the remus she knows is . . . younger?

but lily pushes that aside, immediately, to quicken her pace. trying not to be outwardly excited, or panicked, or really show much of anything except being determined, but loud enough to hear: ]

Remus.

[ and honestly, the only thought in her head at seeing him, aside from crushing relief, is please already know.

telling james had been difficult enough. ]