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I’ve decided to share with you guys my short story for English assignment. I got an A- on it so I hope you all like it 😁

A Universe Apart

James wandering around felt useless, his brain spun with various thoughts. Throughout the last few hours, he had found himself in many places that can’t even exist on earth. He had been walking endlessly and painfully through a dark and creepy forest for a while now. A cloud of fog surrounded him, corrupting his vision making him barley able to see. His body limply wandered around the forest; he was certain he had been past these trees before. He could barely think straight, his mind racing with every possible reason on how he ended up here. James knew that at any second, he was gonna be chased by some monster. While he wandered, his obstructed vision stayed peeled for any signs of human life, any sign of Regulus. Because one second, Regulus was there and the next he wasn’t, James practically broke down completely when he disappeared. He couldn’t function without Regulus. He snapped out of his train of thought and stood in place, he groaned loudly and spun around trying to find something different, but every single path led to the same place. James rubbed his eyes, keeping his hands there for a few moments, hoping that when he opens them, he’s back in his apartment. Where Regulus is standing in front of him, yelling at him. James would much rather go back to Regulus yelling at him then losing him. When he finally opened his eyes, he was disappointed to still be face to face with trees.

‘This doesn’t make sense’ He thought. One second, he was having an argument with Regulus and the next Regulus was gone, and moments later James was gone too. He felt his body fume, transporting to different places at random points of time, it doesn’t make any sense.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. He slipped his glasses off for a second, taking this moment to rub his eyes again and sigh, once he placed them back on, he spotted something unfamiliar in the distance. A tall figure, he could barely make it out, but he was certain it wasn’t a tree. James looked around for any other signs of life, when he looked back the figure had ventured forwards. It was almost half the height the trees were, and it practically towered over James even though it was still so far away.

“What on earth?” he whispered, the figure stayed still, continuing to stare at him. James eyes wandered for a second to check his surroundings, when his eyes went back; the figure was closer. He could see it clearer now, tall, skinny and pale, its body veiny and slimy with a large smile plastered over its face. James body straightened and grew tense, he realised quickly that as soon as he looked away it was going to move closer.

James chuckled to himself, he did say there would be a monster. He decided looking away was the best choice. Whatever it was, it was either going to have to kill him or help him. When he looked back the figure was standing right in front of him, if James moved even an inch he would be touching it. James was at eye level with the monster’s knees, slowly James looked up, its face was look down at him smiling. James carefully stepped backwards, keeping an eye on the monster at the same time. He rolled his eyes; his breathing grew heavy and his eyes furrowed.

“I said,” He huffed “I’m not DEALING WITH THIS!” James’s outburst seemed to send him to a rocky, snowy mountain range. A chill ran down his spine immediately as he rubbed his hands together then crossing his arms to try to bring some form of heat to himself.

“Oh my god!” James chuckled; he couldn’t believe it. A burst of hysterical laughter fell out of his mouth, he really couldn’t believe it. James looked around, Jagged mountains on the brink of falling surrounded him. As he turned around trying to find something other than mountain, he spotted something in the distance. Something out of place, something that wasn’t rocks and snow, it wasn’t too far so it made it easy to identify. A person. James felt a wave of hope wash over him; he started running. Running towards whoever it was, James prayed that he wasn’t going to be sent somewhere else or fall into a crack in the mountain. Although the person wasn’t that far away, he felt as if he was running forever. As James approached the body, he noticed immediately that they were… dead. James sighed, he was still alone, without Regulus, but now he knew that other people have been stuck there too. James examined the body; they were already half decomposed, and the stench was indescribable. James almost walked away until his eyes landed on a shiny object, a large emerald ring. James felt his stomach drop. He slipped off the ring and looked back at the body.

“Regulus…” His voice barley above a whisper, James continued staring at the body. His partner was dead. James blinked and found himself somewhere else. He looked down at the ring that was in his hands. The ring that he picked out without a second thought, the ring that caused their fight. Regulus was wearing the ring, he said yes. James let out a painful sob, he slipped the ring into his pocket. James looked around him, the place was a long empty field, the grass dying, the sky completely grey. In the distance large building, bikes, trees and other various objects were sinking into the ground. James started walking. His mind racing with the last memory he had with Regulus.

“James,” Regulus sighed “why should I say yes?”

“Because I love you,” James pleaded, his voice cracking “and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.” He was practically on his knees, his eyes blurry and watery.

“There are so many other factors to think about!” Regulus retorted, his own voice breaking.

“Forget the factors! Why can’t you just love me?” James finally snapped; Regulus flinched at the sound. A wave of guilt washed over James; he started to mutter apologies.

James kept walking; he walked until his body physically couldn’t anymore. He collapsed onto the floor, his legs screaming in discomfort. The pain of losing the only person who ever truly loved him, all hitting him at once. James curled into a ball and sobbed, clawing at the grass, screaming and crying, a knot forming in his stomach. Slowly the ground sunk, like the buildings and bikes, James was becoming submerged by the ground. He didn’t try to get out. He knew he was lost without Regulus. The pressure began to snap James bones, the sound of crunching filling his ears, he screamed in agony. All James could do was remember regulus, his favourite memories.

“Did you know that when the body dies the brain stays active for another 7 minutes?” James said, bouncing towards Regulus.

“That’s not actually true, there’s no scientific evidence.” Regulus chuckled, letting James’s arms wrap around his waist and bring them together.

“Well even if it isn’t true,” James smiled “I’d still be thinking about you before I died.”

*slides you this chart*

*you kick me out of the butcher shop*

Marauders era characters as things my friends have said part 41?? I think

James: OH MY GOD WHO WANTS TO MEE PENNYWISE WITH ME?

Sirius: ME!

James: TAY

Sirius: Lor Swift

Sirius: boomshacalaka

James: I’m actually in love with you

I imagine Marlene McKinnon to have been a very loud 11 year old. Very loud and with the strongest Scottish accent you’ve ever heard. Eventually over the year you learn to understand her and eventually over the year the Scottish accent would phase out to something more understandable for everyone’s poor British souls. Over the Christmas holidays Marlene would come back having gained a small accent over the holiday. But when the break between the school years roll around she would come back to school with a Scottish accent again, and again you could not understand her. Marlene realised quickly that when he friends don’t understand her she can say whatever she wanted, one day she tried that with Peter. For some reason, Peter was the only one who could understand her. So Peter was the first to know about her crush on Dorcas. Marlene asked how Peter could understand her because it seemed as though no body else in the entire school could, Peter somehow concealed the fact that his own father was exactly like her, but the accent never faded away.

(please I’m not British so like idk what holidays it’s called between school years, like idk if it’s summer or winter or in between, it’s confusing and also seasons are backwards there)

2 years.

It took regulus 2 years to figure out how badly he messed up.

It took regulus 2 years to tell the one boy, who finally saw who he really was, that he loved him

And it took 2 years for regulus to realised he messed up.

Regulus stood over the bowl, horcrux in hand.

In the background he could hear Kreacher telling him he had to leave.

In the background the sounds of inferni were moving towards him.

In the back off his mind was his sense of urgency, in the front was James.

It was always James, James potter. The love of his life, off dating Lily Evan’s the girl he liked forever.

They were always going to end up together, they were destined for eachother.

Regulus knew that when he started dating James but he wanted the potter all to himself and he destroyed it

James wanted regulus all to himself but from the very start regulus had stated that his family was always his priority.

The black family? Why would that be his priority, it wasn’t truly. He was just scared.

So now, 2 years later regulus is standing in the cave, handing the horcrux to Kreacher and screaming at him to leave

Now, 2 years later, regulus is screaming for James, trying to claw his body away from the hands of the inferni.

And now 2 years later, he feels a familiar warmth grab onto his hand and pull.

2 years later he’s in the arms of James again, but at what cost?

Marauders era characters as things my friends have said part 43

Sirius: *sends regulus a voice note of him yelling what the hell*

Regulus: is this why I keep hearing you scream what the hell?

Sirius: yeah

Regulus: your odd

Sirius: you’re, checkmate liberal

Regulus: die

I'm not a socially awkward introvert. I'm a socially awkward extrovert. I am perfectly capable of carrying a conversation, but I'll carry it like a seagull carries a french fry. Snatching it from your fingers and flying off faster than you can process, and then taking it somewhere weird.

My introduction!

Hi I’m Louise, literally just someone who likes the marauders and wanted to get my thoughts out of my mind 🙏

I have a TikTok and insta, both handles are: tiny_pterodactyl

My TikTok has some crap edits so… be warned 🥀

My insta has some art, some marauders, some not, mostly jsut showcasing paintings, clay and drawings I have done

Marauders era characters as things my friends have said part 28

Lily: I DONT KNOW HOW IM GONNA DO MY HAIR FOR PHOTO DAY!

Remus: I’ve just come to terms with my hair being shit

Sirius (lovingly): I wish I had you hair

Marlene: Remus, detach it like a Lego character and give it to Sirius