The Marauders were tears and laughter. they were yells during quidditch and group hugs after. they were ongoing inside jokes and constant bickering. they were relentless fights ‘til the end and patching up wounds. they were keeping secrets and being honest. they were quiet nights in the common room and loud strides down the hallways. they were a kingdom, a constellation so different and complicated. they were different and yet the same. eight hearts beating as one. they were orphans of war. they were a family. a family made of love and friendship. a family that no one but death could break apart.