A/N: This is a story about the Marauders, but especially one Marauder. There will be romance, but NOT SLASH.

Warnings: Not all that sure yet. Child abuse. Probably sexual situations later on. Definitely some bad language. But I'm not really one to go for graphic details if you now what I mean. Don't expect blood and gore and don't expect smut.

Disclaimer: You would have never guessed it! Harry Potter is not mine. The books aren't mine (apart from seven copies) and the whole world of HP isn't mine either. But I own Felicity. Now who can say that of himself?

Finding Felicity

by Zaira Albereo

Chapter 1

A little eleven year old boy sat on the windowsill in the dark, praying. He didn't know to whom he was praying. God or religion was not a concept he was familiar with. But nevertheless what he did was praying – to somebody, anybody who might hear him.

He always prayed for the same thing. For his door to stay closed tonight. For the noises in the house to ebb away, leaving him undisturbed. Only then would he dare to move from the windowsill to his bed. Only then he would curl up under his blankets, press his eyes closed and will himself to fall asleep.

He slowly rocked himself, mumbling the same five words again and again, like a mantra.

„I will go to Hogwarts. I will go to Hogwarts. I will go to Hogwarts."

Hogwarts was a magic school and only a week ago, a letter had arrived announcing the boy's acceptance to the first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.

Yes, the boy on the windowsill was a wizard. His whole family had been wizards. For centuries, they had been some of the most powerful wizards in the world. And the small boy was the heir of this ancient dynasty - the Most Ancient And Noble House Of Black.

The boy looked up as he heard footsteps approaching in the corridor outside his room. He stopped rocking and instead sat frozen, his breath coming faster and his small heart hammering against his rips. The footsteps came closer and closer and then they stopped. Straining his ears, the boy held his breath. That's when he heard the word, whispered only, but still ringing in his ears.

„Alohomora!"

And then the door swung open.

***

It was a beautiful day on the First of September. A light breeze floated little white fluffy clouds across a merry blue sky and the bright sunlight twinkled cheerfully on the big black steam train that blowed more fluffy clouds up in the air.

Another small boy, this one as much a heir of an old wizard lineage, already sat in one of the many compartments of the train, happily bouncing in his seat while he plopped Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans in his mouth. He was alone in the compartment, but that didn't bother him. Not much bothered James Potter.

He looked out of the window and gave his mother another cheerful wave and a little eye-roll at her tearful expression. He didn't understand why she made such a fuss. He was eleven years old after all, he could take care of himself. He couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. His father had told him all about it, and how much fun he had had when he attended it with his friends. It was the best school in the world!

The compartment door opened and three boys came in, dragging their trunks. One of them, a slender boy, a little smaller than James, with pitch black hair and pale blue eyes, smiled at him and James smiled back.

„Hi. Are those seats free? The train's filling up fast." The other boy asked.

„Sure." James said, with a shrug and a grin. „Make yourself at home."

Most students had climbed on to the train by now, leaving only the parents and some younger siblings on the platform. There was a hoot, and the train slowly started to move, giving the delusion that the people on the platform were slowly moving backwards. They were almost out of sight, when the door slid open again and a small, slightly breathless girl peeked in. She had long, somewhat tangled auburn hair and freckles around her nose. She smiled at the boys self-consciously.

„Ehm... hi! Is there still room in here? Everywhere else is full."

„Of course, come in!" The boy with the black hair said, and together with James the two of them helped her to pull in her trunk.

When they all finally sat in their seats and the landscape outside the window changed from houses to vast green hills, James looked at his travel companions expectantly.

„So." He said, grinning at them. „Hogwarts. Pretty exciting, hu? I'm James, by the way, James Potter."

„I'm Sixtus Avery." One of the other boys said. He was rather sourly looking, with dark brown hair, that was combed backwards. He motioned at his friend next to him, who was big and broad and had a blond crew cut. „This is Jordan Burke." Than he added with a superior smile „We're both Purebloods."

James frowned at him and then saw the third boy roll his eyes. „I'm Sirius Black." The boy said. „And my ancestors have been pureblooded to Charlemagne and back. Which is probably the reason my whole family is barking mad." He said and grinned.

Avery and Burke glared at him, and James laughed. He already liked him.

„So who are you?" he asked the girl, who sat in the far corner, across from Sirius.

„Felicity Holden."

Avery frowned at her. „Never heard that name before. Are your parents wizards?"

The girl, Felicity, looked at him surprised. „No, they are doctors." she said.

„BOTH of them?" Burke asked and Felicity looked slightly puzzled.

„Well, yes..." she said, a little unsure. „Although my mother doesn't work much anymore."

Avery looked at the girl with sudden disgust. „You're a Mudblood!" He spat. „You shouldn't sit in the same compartment with us!"

The girl looked at him confused and blushed. „I'm sorry. I didn't know there were rules..." she said embarrassed.

James who had momentarily been shocked in his outrage, opened his mouth to tell this Avery bloke to shut the hell up, when suddely Sirius was standing between Sixtus Avery and the girl.

„How dare you call her that, you git?" He hissed, bristeling with anger. „She has as much right to sit here as you have! Or rather she has more, because she obviously has manners! Now, shut the fuck up, or go somewhere else to spread that bollocks!"

For a moment everybody was stunned. Then Avery sneered. „Well isn't that interesting... A member of the ancient and oh so noble house of Black, defending a filthy Mudblood!"

There was an roar of outrage, as two bodies flew at Avery simultaneously, colliding with him and slamming him to the ground. A wild scuffle ensued, especially since Burke tried to pull James off of Avery and got pulled in into the mix. Fists were flying and legs were flailing, muffled shouts and yelps were heard, until suddenly...

„WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

The fight stilled immediately, as all four of them turned staring at the boy, that stood in the door. He was tall and broad-shouldered and at the front of his black robes stuck a sparkling badge that read 'Ted Tonks - Prefect'.

„Well? Stand up and answer me!"

The boys all struggled to stand up. Their shirt tails were loose, their hair tussled, Avery's left eye was swelling shut quickly and Sirius was sporting a split lip. Having to stand closely together in the small compartment, they kept pushing and cuffing each other.

„So? Who wants to tell me what this was about?" Ted Tonks looked from one face to the next.

„Black and Potter attacked me!" Avery burst out.

Ted looked at James and Sirius. „Is that true?"

They both nodded, looking subdued but unrepentant.

„And why would you do that? On your first day?" Ted asked with a grim expression.

„Ehm... sir?" Felicity, who had until now been sitting in her seat, frozen, stood up facing their interrogator. „I think they did it, because he called me something... a Mudblood?"

„WHAT!?" Ted's eyes flew to Avery. His voice had suddenly a dangerous edge. „Did you say that?"

Avery squirmed, eyeing the much taller and obviously angry boy haltingly.

„Well... she is." he said petulantly

Ted clenched his teeth. „Take your stuff and come with me." He told Avery. „You too, Burke!"

Avery seethed, but did as he was told. When the two boys had dragged their trunks out the door, Ted turned around at James and Sirius. „Brawling isn't tolerated at Hogwarts." He said sternly. „You will report to your head of house after the feast tonight."

Ted walked out, closing the door behind him and the compartment was silent for a moment, as James and Sirius sat down again.

„I'm sorry you're in trouble because of me." Felicity said with a guilty expression. „I don't know much about magic and wizards. I didn't know I was a witch, until two days ago."

„Really?" Sirius looked at her curiously.

„But didn't you get a letter from Hogwarts in July?" James asked surprised. He had gotten his letter in July, and his dad had told him, that every new student got them on the same day, all over the country.

Felicity looked a little uncomfortable. „I think I did, but my father threw it away."

James was outraged at the very idea, that somebody would do that and opened his mouth to say so, but was interrupted by Sirius.

„So you're parents are muggles? I guess, they were a little shocked when they found out, huh?" he said.

„I guess..." Felicity said softly. „So... what was that what Sixtus called me? What is a Mudblood?"

Sirius eyes darkened.

James snorted before he spoke. „It's the stupidest thing one can say! Some people think themselves better, because their parents and grandparents and all have been wizards. But a witch can be just as brillant and powerful when her parents were muggles. That's what my dad says." He told them.

Sirius didn't say anything, but he looked strangely guilty. „Do you want a Chocolate Frog?" He asked Felicity. „I've gotten them from my cousin."

TBC

End Notes:

Let we tell you a secret. I don't much like original characters - the famous 'OC's. I've read some nice stories introducing OCs, but again many who got on my nerves within two chapters. I guess the problem is, that people tend to make their OCs like the perfect characters they would like to be themselves. But since none of us are perfect, we tend to dislike those, that seem to be – there you are.

Having said that... Yes, this is a story with an original character. But it won't be all about an original character. And don't worry. I'll try my best not to make her one of those know-it-all, can-do-it-all, has-thousands-of-powers-and-no-faults persons. I obviously will tell you a little bit about her, but I won't dive off the cliff. If you think I'm overdoing it – please feel invited to tell me so!

So what do you think? How did I do? I would be so pleased if you'd tell me and leave a review!