So, just to clarify, I don't own anything that J.K Rowling has created that I have mentioned in this story, anything else I probably just pulled from my mind and threw it onto the computer screen.

This story does include Peter but he is not important and doesn't have his own sub plot because I hate him and he doesn't deserve one. He'll probably pop up if I need an annoying person to annoy people.

Enjoy (hopefully):

So.
So.
So here we are. Who'd have ever thought we'd end up here? Two dead, One pretending to be dead while tending to Moldy Voldy's every need. One unsure of what to do with is life now he is completely alone.
But how did we get here you may ask. How did these circumstances come to be?
Well, that is what we are about to tell you.
These next chapters…books even, will explain our lives and the lives of others around us as we grew up in the best way possible. It will tell how we met. How we – most importantly – became friends, and what happened along the way to the end.
The end of US.
The Marauders.
(MinusPeter)

Chapter one - Meeting.

A small, slight, Black haired boy bounded along next to his parents, who were pushing a trolley loaded with a huge brown trunk and brown wicker basket containing a small mud brown kitten that was fast asleep. The boy was talking so fast his father had to keep asking his son to repeat words – sometimes whole sentences - to enable him to answer questions. The boy didn't seem to mind though and only stopped chatting when the small family came to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
'Okay, James, you can go through with me-' started the mother, but James had already ran at the wall and disappeared. The mother sighed and shook her head fondly and then she and the father followed.
'James!' the mother called, looking around the platform on the other side of the barrier. James didn't seem to be on the platform so his father walked off to look for him. He didn't look at all worried, just amused and slightly miffed that he had to go looking for him. Behind a big pillar right at the other side of the platform near the end of the Hogwarts Express, James Potter was staring at another boy. This boy was quite a bit taller than James and was looking at the floor. His too-long light brown hair had fallen over his face, and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to be alone. But he was far from that. His mother was altering his appearance, quite lovingly; his father was standing very close and talking to him in a quiet voice. There were also several others that seemed to be seeing him off too and James wondered why so many people would be there. One old man was even taking pictures. The boy jerked away from his mother slightly when she went to sweep the hair from his face. His mother smiled sadly at him then started whispering into his ear, the boy nodding every so often, frowning as though he was listening very intently. James took a step forwards but suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. He turned and saw his dad there, who was also looking at the boy and frowning slightly.
'C'mon, James, your mother wants to say goodbye.' said the father, steering James away from the family. Once they were a safe distance away the father stopped James and crouched in front of him.
'You know it's wrong to eavesdrop.' he said, looking as though he was trying to be stern.
'I wasn't-'
'Don't waste your breath James. Just tell me – what drew you to go and stand near that boy in particular?'
James studied his Father's face. The face he so deeply admired and trusted. By his father's expression, James got the distinct idea he was almost fearing the answer James was about to give him.
'He just looked lonely…' James muttered, waiting to be scolded on interfering or eavesdropping. James was surprised though. His father looked very relieved and just patted James's shoulder and stood back up, then carried on walking back to the mother. She hugged James the moment he got close enough.
'Jamie, I want to you be good while you are at Hogwarts, d'you hear me? No answering back, no silly pranks and no detentions. Got that mister?'
James just smiled mischievously at his mother and allowed himself to be kissed before pulling away. His father was heaving his trunk into the nearest compartment. When he got back he handed James the wicker basket.
'Do not forget you have a cat, James.' said his dad, half laughing, as James held it carelessly by his side.
'I wanted an owl…' James mumbled.
'Well we got you a cat. Just promise me you'll feed her at least? James?'
'Yeah okay, Dad.' said James, as his dad pulled him in for a hug.
'Goodbye James, have fun, okay? That's all I ask, even if you blow up the school the moment you pick up your wand. We don't care about lessons as long as you're happy. That doesn't mean you can't work hard mind you!'
'Don't worry dad, me and the other Gryffindors will have a great time.' said James, now preparing to get onto the train.
'James.' said the father. 'You don't have to be in Gryffindor, you know that right? Even though your mother and I were, it doesn't make it a requirement for you to be-'
'Dad, I want to be in Gryffindor! It's where I belong. And I promise if I don't make it into there then I'll get the first train back home, okay?'
The father sighed but didn't say anymore on the matter. The mother wiped away a tear as James climbed onto the train, happily.
'I love you Jamie!' she called, as the train started to move.
'You too mum!' James said back.

James turned into the compartment and saw three people already inside. One was a black haired girl that was at least fourteen and a smaller black haired boy that was in first or second year. There was another boy right in the far corner of the compartment, looking like he was trying to be invisible. James sat opposite the black haired boy and smiled at him. The boy almost smiled back but the girl next to him elbowed him hard in the side. The boy then looked at the ground, not showing any sign that he felt the elbow. Suddenly, the girl stood up, gave James a disgusted look and swept out of the compartment. She poked her head back in a second later.
'Sirius.' she hissed, glaring at him.
'No.' said Sirius. 'It's fine.'
The girl narrowed her eyes but left, slamming the door behind her. It was then that Sirius grabbed his side and winced.
'That's going to leave a bruise.' he muttered.
'You okay?' James asked, raising his eyebrows.
'Yeah, yeah.' said Sirius, dismissively. 'Happens all the time.'
'It's okay!' he hastened to add, seeing the look on James's face. 'It's just Bella, she's horrible.'
'What's her problem?' James asked, nodding to the door she just exited through.
'What, Bella? She probably just assumed you were a muggle born or something.' said Sirius, shrugging.
'So?'
Sirius smiled but shook his head, then lent back in his seat.
'So you're Serious are you?'
'Shut up.' said Sirius.
'Is that really your name?' James asked, looking slightly amused.
'No. It's Sirius – you know? The star?' said Sirius.
'Oh!' said James, nodding. 'I know someone with that name.'
James struggled to keep his face straight, wondering if this boy would kill him if he laughed. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing together, making the boy in the corner fall off his seat in surprise. James leapt up to help him, still laughing. The boy sat back down, smiling weakly, his eyes darting from Sirius to James fearfully. When James had stopped laughing he asked his name.
'Wait, don't tell me.' said James, holding up his hand. 'Is it Merope?' he asked.
Sirius laughed but the boy looked confused.
'Don't worry.' said James. 'What is it then?'
'Peter.' mumbled the boy, barely audible and looking like James would bite his head off any second.
'Right, well I'm James. James Potter.' said James, holding out a hand. Peter took it wearily and glanced at Sirius. 'That's Sirius, if you didn't already guess.' said James, sitting back down. Sirius nodded at Peter.
'So, I'm guessing we're all first years here then?' said James, looking around happily. Peter nodded and Sirius didn't answer, staring at the floor.
'Is it true Slytherins hate Gryffindors?' he asked suddenly.
'Well…I guess so, from what I've heard. And I've heard a lot.' said James.
'What about Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs? Do they hate them too?'
James shrugged. 'Are you scared all the Slytherins will hate you?' he asked.
Sirius shook his head, still looking determinedly at the floor.
'I suppose Slytherins are all so slimy and evil that they hate all living creatures apart from themselves and You-Know-Who.' said James, thoughtfully.
Sirius went quite pale at these words and looked relieved when the food trolley turned up. James leapt up right away and Sirius followed, glad for something to do. Peter stayed where he was, looking scared to stand up. Sirius bought a cauldron cake and a few chocolate frogs and sat back down whereas James sat down with enough sweets and cakes to feed an army.
'Why –' Sirius began but James cut across him.
'I'm never allowed sweets at home.' he said, stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth whole. 'My limit is about one Bertie Botts bean a week.' he said, with difficulty. It took James a surprisingly short amount of time to eat all of his goodies and when he was done he held up his chocolate frog cards.
'I have him.' he said, throwing the first one at Peter. 'And him.' he threw the next one. 'Him Him Him and him.' he said, throwing the whole stack at Peter.
'I thought you weren't allowed sweets?' said Sirius.
'I'm not but my dad gives me his cards. You'd be surprised how many he eats a week.' said James grinning. 'Are you allowed sweets then?' James asked Sirius, who was biting his cauldron cake half-heartedly.
'Yeah, sometimes I guess…' said Sirius. He then put the cake down. 'Do you guys have any family at Hogwarts?' he asked.
'No.' said James. 'My youngest cousin just left and all the others are really old. And I'm an only child.'
'Me too.' mumbled Peter.
'Wasn't that Bella girl your sister?' James asked.
'What? No way!' said Sirius, looking appalled at the thought. 'I have one brother and he's coming next year. No, Bella's my cousin and she's in fourth year. Then there's Narcissa in seventh year and Andromeda in sixth. I like Andromeda but the rest are horrible.'
'What house are you hoping for?' James asked Peter, who jumped.
'I – I don't know…' said Peter.
'C'mon you just have some idea. What about you?' said James, turning to Sirius. When he didn't answer James shrugged. 'Well, as long as it's not Slytherin…'
'My whole family have been in Slytherin.' mumbled Sirius.
'What? And I though you seemed alright!' said James, jokily.
Sirius grinned with some difficulty and shrugged. 'Maybe I'll break the tradition.' he said, airily. 'What about you then?'
'Gryffindor.' said James at once. 'I have to be in Gryffindor. Like my dad.'
The next few hours passed with ease. Peter relaxed a bit and started talking to the others, Sirius was slightly more relieved to find James hadn't turned on him for being from a family of all Slytherins and James chatted happily, not always receiving answers. When they decided to put their new robes on, someone entered the compartment cautiously.
'Hello.' said James, merrily. He then recognised him. It was the boy from the station that his dad caught him "watching". 'Come in.' James added. The boy walked in and sat down next to the window, hair still over his face.
'I'm James.' said James, holding out a hand. The boy took it and looked a bit more relaxed. 'Remus.' he said, smiling. 'Sorry to burst in.' he said. 'The compartment I was in was full of girls and they wanted to change.'
James grinned and glanced at Sirius. 'Full of girls, eh?' he said.
'No – it wasn't like that –' said Remus hastily but was drowned out by James and Sirius's laughs.
'I'm joking, Remus.' said James.
Remus smiled and looked out of the window.
'We should get changed then.' he said. 'We're almost there.'

Sorry for the (lack) of paragraphs but I'll never get used to them so my English teacher will always hate me. I hate myself for it but they'll never appear so i'll just put up with it. Thanks for reading chapter 1 :)