Hey there readers! I'm back with a new story! This follows the school days of the Marauders, through pranks and fun, all seven years! I'm not sure if I'm going to ship anyone in this early on (but I might later on!) Please leave a review and tell me what you think! Professional writers get paid in paper currency, and I get paid in electronic praises! Thanks in advance. Enjoy!
"Hey there, I'm James," a raven-haired boy said to the rather reserved, strange, caramel haired boy he had seen on the platform as he opened the door to the train compartment. He had seen the boy say farewell to his parents just mere minutes earlier, the young couple seeming reluctant to part with their son. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and smiled, attempting to seem friendlier, hoping that the occupant of the compartment would allow him entrance. "Could I sit with you? Everywhere else is full... Well except a couple of freaks in lone compartments that is... But you seem nice enough!"
"Is this a joke? Are you just messing with me?" the boy asked , his words filled with a venom worthy of Slytherin. "If you're here to make fun of me, leave before you're sorry," the boy threatened, staring daggers, serrated edged, too, into James, attempting to discern the boy's intentions.
After a moment of malice filled silence, James couldn't help but to laugh, his cool persona he had been up-keeping up until this point breaking, or should I say, shattering (with a boom).
"H-huh?" the now confused boy questioned, said confusion being caused by the sudden repent of emotional aura in the vicinity.
James took a step in and took a seat across from the still unnamed boy. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna' bite! I'm not some filthy Slytherin!" James assured him with a laugh, earning an ice-breaking chuckled out of the boy. "So, what's your name?" James inquired, hoping he had gotten him to open up enough to hold a decent conversation.
"Remus," he answered unsurely. "Remus Lupin."
"Well, Remus, are you excited?" James questioned further, happy that his outgoing efforts are succeeding. "For the sorting ceremony, I mean."
"Yeah- I mean, I guess. I really don't know what to expect. Do you think it will be fun?" asked the twelve year old Lupin, hoping for the best.
"Oh, dear Remus, listen to my scheme!" James spent a good ten minutes explaining his plan for a dramatic entrance into the Great Hall.
"Blimey! That sounds like loads of fun!" The excited boy shouted when he had absorbed the plan.
"Yes, it will be... And stick with me further, and your year will be full of it!"
"Now, please follow me, single file, mind you, into the hall," instructed an older, yet so full of life you wouldn't provoke her to anger if you know what was good for you, witch, who's last name was Mcgonnagal, as she had earlier stated, as she turned and proceeded through the door and into the hall.
"You ready?" asked James, who was standing at the back of the group, attempting to be the last to enter the hall. He was anxious to make his big entrance, and hoped it would be successful in making everyone remember the name James Potter.
"Don't worry James, I've gotcha!" proclaimed Remus as he walked toward the entrance, pulling a rolled up fancy looking parchment, closed in the knot of an even fancier red ribbon, out of his robe. "Let's go!"
"Ha!" the young Potter exclaimed, putting on his best pureblood-supremacist face. He walked into the hall as Remus got down on one knee and unraveled the parchment.
"Witches and wizards of Hogwarts! I am pleased to present to you, the fine Mr. Potter! Please stand in salute to the young heir of House Potter! No, No hold your applause!" He added at the end when nobody clapped, save a few older students who decided to humor the new students and those who appreciated a good joke. "Really-"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, are you done?" Questioned a secretly entertained head of Gryffindor, for some reason taking an immediate liking to the obnoxiously spontaneous boys; but she wouldn't let them know that! No, not them, nor anyone else. A Deputy Headmistress cannot, under any circumstances, show favoritism.
"Erm, not quite Miss," James cleared his throat. "Thank you, my sub-" he was dragged by the ear to the front by a pretty vividly red-haired girl. "Ouch lady! Geez!" James cupped his ear when released, his mind still on the girl through the entirety of the sorting, catching only a few names: Sirius Black, Gryffindor; Amelia Bones, a Hufflepuff; Lily Evans, the girl on his mind, Gryffindor; His friend Remus Lupin, also a Gryffindor; Peter Pettigrew, another Gryffindor, and Merlin, was that boy ugly; Severus Snape, Slytherin, filthy snake, James thought to himself, that being the only allowance to his thoughts, besides him being called up and sorted into Gryffindor.
"Hey there, mate! I'm Sirius!" He heard vaguely in the background of his thoughts, drawing him slightly back to reality.
"Serious about what?" Asked that Peter kid in an annoying voice, finishing the job of bringing him to the present.
"Huh?" James was confused, suddenly noticing the food in front of him, as well of registering all the noise around him. "Oh uh, I'm James."
"We know," they say together. "We loved your little display," said a black haired boy, Sirius, if James remembered correctly.
"Oh yeah? Well there's more where that came from! If you're interested, that is?"
The two new companions exchanged a look. "Definitely!" And the deal was struck.
I probably won't be able to update until the new year, but should then be updating every week! I hope you enjoyed the first installment! If you have any suggestions for pranks and jokes, leave a review and I might use it, making sure to give you credit, of course! Thanks!