Disclaimer: All of the HP characters as well asthe HP universeare of course the property of J.K. Rowling. All rights are hers, I am merely a fan who is intrigued by the lives of the infamous Marauders. So, without further ado, may I present...
The Early Years of the Marauders
Hogwarts, c. 1959
In the office of Professor Minerva McGonagall, on her desk, a quill suddenly rose into the air, as if being lifted by an invisible person or force. It glowed green for an instant, then soared through the air and stopped, point down, on a blank piece of parchment, in a large, open, parchment book. It quivered for a minute before writing down a name in neat, curly script.
James Potter
Over the next year, every few weeks, the quill would quiver and then write a new name. By the end of the year, the once-blank parchment was almost full. The opening lines read:
James Potter Sirius Black Lily Evans
Remus Lupin Severus Snape Peter Pettigrew
And so on and so forth it went, three names to a line, all the way down the page. They were the names of children born with magic in them, the next generation of Hogwarts witches and wizards.
Eleven years later, Professor Minerva McGonagall examined the large parchment book on her desk, flippingthrough it until she found what she was looking for. She gently pushed aside the magical quill that was on her desk, next to the book.
"Do you have the new list?" Albus Dumbledore, a tall, thin wizard with incredibly long, white hair and beard, asked, standing just inside McGonagall's office.
"Yes." Professor McGonagall answered, as she skimmed through page after page, finally finding the one she was looking for. "Here they are Albus, all turning eleven."
Dumbledore walked over to her, his magnificent blue robes with moons on them, dragging slightly on the floor. He skimmed the page over her shoulder, and smiled. "Ah!" He exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"We'll have an exceptionally great batch of first years this year."
"How do you know? Don't all of the students start on equal footing?"
"My dear Professor, I can guarantee you these coming first years have amazing prowess and intelligence. We have an exciting seven years ahead of us."
Professor McGonagall frowned. He hadn't really answered her question. If she hadn't known him for all these years she might have questioned him even further, but she had learned you just need to have faith in Dumbledore. "I'll send the owls." She announced, exiting the office.
Dumbledore smiled to himself as he watched her leave. Oh, yes, this will be interesting.