A New Marauders Era
A/N: Alright guys I'm so excited for this story. I really, really hope I finish it. It's just writing isn't my forte and I get writer's block pretty easily but I think there is a lot more to work within this fanfiction than either of my other two stories. I think. Anyway, I hope you like it, and if there is anything you don't like, plot-wise, character-wise, I recommend you write your own version and send me a link because I promise you I am doing this how I think it would/should go. And I'm fairly sure I'm one of the first to think of this idea.
However, if you have any ideas you think I would like, or have any grammar and usage corrections I am pretty good with helpful criticism, just don't hate.
Last but not least Enjoy the first chapter of the first year of my lovely little fic.
Chapter 1
"Mum," Remus whined, "Stop fussing. I'll be fine."
The blond-haired woman smiled back at the scarred lycanthrope. "I know, darling, I know." She glanced over at her husband, a tall handsome man with sandy brown hair, and back at the boy, "Do you have everything?"
"Honestly Hope, we have already been over this three times today, and twice last night. Remus is completely prepared and has enough supplies to last him an entire year. Besides we will see him in three months." Lyall Lupin kissed his wife's head and bent down to eye-level with his son. "I know you'll be fine. We know how brave you are." He "Now, I understand that you might be nervous, but remember- you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. Write to us tonight about where you got sorted and try to write at least once a week to keep your mother sane." He ruffled the small boy's hair. "Now go get a compartment before everyone else takes them all."
"I will." Remus took a deep breath. he carried his things to the entrance of the train and looked back at his parents and the nearly empty train station. The Lupins were too early for their own good. Remus found an empty compartment, not that it was hard to find, and promptly ran to the window to open it and watch his parents walk away. He waved to them as they retreated into the barrier, where groups of people started to arrive. Remus took another deep breath. Dumbledore had said that all would be well while he was at school so long as he didn't tell many people. But more importantly, everyone would be safe. Maybe he could even make friends. Remus drifted off into a little nap.
James Fleamont Potter leaped through the barrier onto platform 9 and ¾, nervous parents traveling not far behind him.
"James!" His father called, "Will we ever get that boy to calm down?" Mr. Potter followed as quickly as his legs would carry him, all the while still trying to stay next to his wife.
James stopped at the entrance to the train and turned around to find his parents were a good twenty feet behind him. When they finally reached him, they stopped to catch their breaths. "Dad? What took you so long?" James asked, taking one of his bags from his parents.
"We're not young anymore James. You have to remember that" The older man said dropping the other package he was carrying. "You also have to remember you were too excited to stop and wait for me to get you a trolley. Carrying your trunk as well as your satchel and trying to keep up with you and your owl isn't exactly what I call easy."
"Sorry," James said as he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, thanks." He set his owl cage down on the ground and jumped into a hug with his father.
"It's alright my boy," He smiled and patted James's back. "Now give your mother a hug before you forget," he said pulling away from the Raven-haired child.
"Bye, mum," James said pulling his mother into a tight hug.
"It won't be long, I'm sure the time will pass quicker than we'd like." Mrs. Potter said more for herself than her son. She discreetly wiped away her oncoming tears.
"Don't tell Dad, but… I'll miss you more," He whispered into her ear.
She smiled, pulling herself out of the hug. "You won't miss me. you'll find a group of friends to keep you busy and you won't have time miss me." She wiped away another tear and grabbed her husband's hand.
"Now get on before your mother starts to bawl her eyes out." Mr. Potter said waving him on.
"I promise to write to you as soon as I get to the Gryffindor common room." James immediately bounded off on to the train to find a seat.
"He does realize that there is a possibility he might get sorted into another house, doesn't he?" Mrs. Potter asked still staring at where James had just been standing.
"Do you honestly believe that he would be sorted anywhere other than Gryffindor?"
"I don't know but I think Hufflepuff might do him some good." They both laughed.
A young boy with chin-length curly dark brown hair walked solemnly through the barrier. one of the last obstacles left before he was free- to an extent. Once he arrived at the castle, he would no longer have his parents breathing down his neck. He might have a cousin watching his every move, but he could endure that. And with him not at home, his parents would have less of a reason to get upset, therefore keeping his brother safe. Hogwarts would be good.
Sirius nearly tripped over trunk sitting on his path as he was lost in his thoughts.
"Sorry," a girl with deep blue eyes said as she moved her trunk out of the way.
Sirius had already passed the girl before he could reply, besides his parents were right behind him watching to make sure he wouldn't make a fool of himself.
"Sirius let's stop here to say goodbye," A deep aristocratic voice rang out.
"Yes, father." Sirius sighed, slouching slightly before correcting his posture. He looked back towards where his younger brother was following his parents, trying to stay out of the limelight.
"You know what to do. When you get on the train you will go straight away to Narcissa and her friends. I believe they will be introducing you to a few more of your housemates." Walburga said for the seventh time that week.
"I know mother," Sirius biting his tongue to refrain from saying more.
His father bent down to straighten out his clothes. "Remember who you are representing while you are away- One of the most prestigious and noble pureblood houses to ever walk the Hogwarts grounds. Most prestigious families send their children to Durmstrang, don't be afraid to remind them thusly. You are also there to check up on Narcissa for the family to make sure she doesn't fall into the same trap as her distasteful sister."
"Yes, I know father, it's not like this isn't the twentieth time you've told me this month." Sirius flinched.
"Don't you dare talk back to me young man. I deserve more respect that."
"Than why don't you act like it?" Sirius threw all caution into the wind. They wouldn't be able to touch him anymore.
Orion raised a hand in the air and scanned the area before dropping it. It would not do well to call in o question his emotional stability now.
Sirius unclenched his fists, picked up his trunks and headed towards the train, not looking back.
After Sirius had boarded the train, he was about to look for his cousin's compartment. Where would his cousin be? Probably near the back, but why should he listen to his parents? Why should he befriend a gaggle of Slytherins when he causes chaos instead. Imagine Walburga's face when reading Narcissa's first letter home and finding out that Sirius decided to rebel against her wishes. He looked around to find a compartment with a small boy who seemed to be asleep. Sirius looked ahead and back from where he came, finally deciding to go in and sit down.
Sirius sat on the left, opposite of the boy who was originally there. The boy sleeping against the window was about his age. Finally, the train started to go, and Kings Cross Station faded away. He sat back watching the world fly behind him.
Not even ten minutes had passed when a boy quickly ran inside the compartment.
"Do you mind if I hide here for a bit?" he sat down, "Thanks!" said the newcomer faced Sirius and hid under his school robes.
Sirius stared, Was it too late for an introduction?
"James Potter, by the way," the new boy said, discreetly sticking out his hand, "Do you see an angry redhead or a drab looking black haired bloke outside the compartment by any chance?"
Sirius chuckled to himself, "No," he said staring at the hand still held out to him. "I'm Sirius." They shook.
"Nice to meet you. Also, keep an eye out for one of the two I told you about. I might die if they catch me." James said tucking his legs beneath his arms.
"I will," Sirius replied still staring silently at the sight before him. "What did you do to deserve that much wrath?"
James waved him off. "It's a long story."
"Can't be that long. The train only left ten minutes ago."
The messy haired boy sighed, "Well, if you must know, I first sat in this compartment with a pair of Muggle-borns, or so I thought. I was explaining Hogwarts to them, you know how it works and all, and the girl told me off for "Discriminating against houses" or something like that. Don't even really know what that means, so how could I be doing it?"
Sirius's brow furrowed. "What did you say, exactly?"
James scrunched his face in thought, "Well, I was just talking about the different houses and how Gryffindor's the best. 'Cuz you see, Slytherin's full of slimy git's, Ravenclaw's full of nerds with sticks up their arses, and Hufflepuff is for the dumb ones. So, I was explaining this to them so that they could be sorted into the right house, but then the Girl got really, really mad."
"I wonder why?" The presumably sleeping boy said quietly to himself.
The two dark haired boys turned to face the "sleeping" child. "You're awake?" Sirius asked, getting up to pull the cloak off the smaller boy's head.
"Oi," The sandy brown-haired boy said, grabbing his cloak from Sirius. "Yes, I'm awake, have been for a minute or so"
"Do you have an opinion on the matter?" Sirius asked, "And who are you?"
Remus rubbed his eyes, "I'm Remus Lupin. And your opinion on the houses most basic stereotype doesn't mean it's true. However, I would have to agree with your opinion of Ravenclaw. They are nerds and do tend to have sticks up their arses, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"I'm James, and this is Sirius, and maybe your right. But I still think all Slytherins are gits." The boy stuck out his hand and Remus took it.
"Why do you say that?" Sirius asked, curiosity written all over his face.
"Well," James said sitting back in his seat, "They're all evil and mean. They hate muggle-borns and muggles because they think they're inferior to themselves."
"Just for future information," Remus said opening his satchel and getting out a book, "What you just described, is discrimination. Not on your half, just in general."
"How do you know so much?" Sirius asked, sitting at the edge of his seat to try and look over the tip of the smaller boy's book.
Remus held up the object in his hands, "I like to read."
"Hm." James looked around the compartment surveying it all. His eyes widened suddenly and he jumped up to get something. "Exploding Snaps?" he said pulling a deck of cards out of his bag.
Sirius shrugged. "Sure, why not. You wanna play Remus?" The scar plagued boy contemplated for a moment before gently putting his book back in his bag and joining them.
