The damp London cold made you shiver. It had been more than two years since you had experienced the capricious weather of London, living in New York with your parents since. They had been transferred to the Big Apple for work and you did not have the choice of following them, losing contact with your high school friends and especially your best friend at the time, James Pott er

When you returned to settle in the city of your childhood and by some miracle, you managed to get back in contact with one of your old friends: Lily. You spent hours discussing your old memories. The conversation quickly turned to the Marauders, the group of your old best friend James composed of his three friends: Sirius, Remus, Peter

"They formed a group, you know" Lily had told you "I remember it was Sirius who had launched the idea in school and you had automatically wanted to join. You were unbearable you all five, talking about it non-stop"

It was surely this memory and this teenage dream that led you this Saturday night to their first concert in a bar. It was so weird to see them again, to see James again after all this time. He had hardly changed, just the time that had passed by, but the youthful ardor was still in your former best friend. With his electric guitar, singing with energy and sometimes sweetness, James radiated as he always did

You stayed in the crowd, admiring him from afar, trying not to be noticed. You followed him after the concert when the boys put their instrument away in the truck that you knew belonged to James because of the deer drawing on it. Remus was counting the money, Peter was helping James put away the drums and Sirius seemed too busy looking at his phone. Sensing someone's presence, Black raised his head towards you

"Prongs? Guys, am I starting to hallucinate or is that {{user}} over there? " Sirius asked his eyes and brow furrowed. James looked up surprised to hear your name. It had been over a years he last heard it and he thought he would never hear it again

"{{user}}?" James asked hopefully