This is the story of the Marauders, aka four boys as close as brothers, from years 1 through 7. If you ever have any ideas or pranks that you want to be in this story, tell me in a review and I will most likely use it! I'm not one for long author's notes so here you go!

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Lupin Household- September 1st

Remus looked back at his room, then down at the trunk beside him. 'This is it,' he thought. 'I'm actually leaving and going to school!' He remembered just two months before, when going to school was a hopeless fantasy. Until, the letter came, that is.

-Flashback- June 12th

Remus sat at the breakfast table with his two parents, Laurie and Henry. Laurie was a Muggle that his father, a pureblood, had met once when using the British Underground instead of Apparating or Flooing to work at the Ministry.

The breakfast table was silent, a tense atmosphere surrounding it. The day before, Remus had gotten a rejection letter from Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning. Although he knew it was coming, Remus was tremendously upset. His emotions got the best of him and displayed quite the show of accidental magic by shattering all of the glass in their house. He had already been rejected form Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He only had to be rejected from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he'd officially have no chance to become a real wizard.

The sound of an owl hooting broke the silence and shortly after, one flew through the kitchen window and dropped a letter on Remus' plate before settling next to him. Turning it over, he spotted the Hogwarts seal. 'Another rejection! What a wonderful way to start the day!' He thought bitterly. Without a word to his parents, he got up, threw the letter in the fire, shooed the owl out the window, and sat back down to finish eating.

Both of his parents had a mixture of surprise and sympathy on their face. They knew how upset he was and wished, not for the first time, that there was a cure for lycanthropy. "Son," Henry started, "Maybe you should've-," He was cut off.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence with 'read it'! I already know what it says!" Remus snapped.

Everyday for the following week and owl came with a Hogwarts letter. Everyday Remus burned the unopened letter and shooed the owl away. Everyday Henry and Laurie got more and more curious as to why they kept coming. And every day, Remus got madder.

On the eighth day, three owls flew in and started poking him with their beaks until he took their letters. "I don't want your bloody letters! I don't want you bloody owls in my house! And I don't ever want to hear from Hogwarts again! SO LEAVE!" Remus screamed.

"Really? I was under the impression you would want to go to a magical school considering the fact you applied to all three schools on the continent. "A soft voice came from behind him.

Remus spun around to see an old wizard with gray-white hair and a long beard smiling at him. He wore long, midnight blue robes and past his half moon spectacles you could see a twinkly in his eyes.

Laurie looked very surprised to see an old man in her kitchen. Henry, who had been sipping pumpkin juice, started to choke on it in surprise. After a short coughing fir, he managed to choke out, "Pr-Professor Du-Dumbledore."

Professor Dumbledore smiled at Henry. "Ah, Mr. Lupin! It's been a while, hasn't it? And this must be his lovely wife. I would love to stay and chat, but I am here to speak with young Mr. Lupin. Would you please excuse us?"

"Of course!" Laurie exclaimed and she and Henry left Remus and Dumbledore together in the kitchen.

Remus picked at his breakfast, completely ignoring the old wizard standing on the other side of the table.

"Why have you been ignoring your Hogwarts letter?" Dumbledore asked quietly, sitting in the chair across from Remus.

"What's the point of reading another rejection letter? Why should I do that to myself? Yet you seem pretty adamant on making me!" Remus yelled the last part.

"Rejection letter? Why would we reject a young wizard like yourself?"

"You do know about my disease- don't you?" Remus asked.

"Are you speaking of your lycanthropy? I don't see how your condition affects your schooling. Dumbledore replied calmly.

"I'M DANGEROUS!" Remus screamed. He thought professors were supposed to be smart.

"Why don't you read your letter? Then we can finish this conversation." Dumbledore responded, pulling to another letter and handed it to Remus.

"Fine," Remus muttered, opening it. He read:

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st. An administrator will visit you on June 20th to discuss precautionaries regarding your condition if you choose to be or are considering attending.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Wait-you actually want me at your school?" Remus whispered after a moment.

"Yes. We hear you have a bright young mind. Well, actually I just assume so since your father was a Ravenclaw. Neverless, all witches and wizards are accepted first year, regardless of brains. Mind you we do get a few dense ones ever year!" Dumbledore chuckled.

"Now, In Hogsmeade, there is an old abandoned housed, called the Shrieking Shack. No one ever gets close to it because they believe it is haunted. Neverless, wards will be put up. A secret tunnel leads into it from beneath a rock on the Hogwarts grounds. We have replaced the rock with a Whomping Willow. I trust you know what that is?" At Remus' nod, he continued, "Well, it will keep people from entering. On full moons, Madame Promfrey will escort you to the Willow, freeze the tree by prodding the knot. In the middle, and leave you in the shack. The door will have spells on it so it can only be opened by the outside. The windows will be impenetrable. The following morning she will take you to the hospital wing and mend your injuries to the best of her ability. Does that sound good to you?"

For a moment, Remus was speechless, and then he managed out, "Good? Brilliant! I accept! This is a dream! I can never thank you enough!" Being locked up in the Shrieking Shack was practically the same thing he did at home. And now he wouldn't have to go to St. Mungo's every month!

"All of the teachers will be aware of your condition, but the students will not. Hogwarts is a rumor mill. Don't tell anyone you cannot trust with your life!" Dumbledore warned. "Also, you will need to control that temper of yours. But, congratulations on your acceptance! I must go visit a Muggle born family now but I look forward to seeing you September 1st! Henry? Laurie? Come in here please!" He called.

Remus' parents walked in, Henry beaming, Laurie with tear filled eyes. "We were eavesdropping," Henry confessed "But we are forever grateful to you sir! Thank you so much!"

-End Flashback-

For the last month and a half, Remus had been controlling his temper, reading his school books, and rebuilding his relationship with his parents. The June, July, and August full moons were the best he'd ever had since he was in such good spirits. His life had been filled with hope.

And now it was full of nervousness. Apprehension. Anxiety. All of those fit. He knew he couldn't get close to anyone at school, but he couldn't wait to be with other kids his age. He also knew he had to be careful to make sure no one fond out. However, even with all his nerves, he was excited. HE WAS GOING TO HOGWARTS AFTER ALL!

With one last glance at his room, aka his refuge of the past five years-since The Night, he turned and lugged his trunk down the stairs.

"Ready Rem?" Henry asked. He and Laurie waited next to the fireplace. "It's your big day!" He exclaimed, taking Remus' trunk from him.

"Smile!" Laurie exclaimed, snapping pictures on her Muggle camera.

"Okay, Remus. You and Laurie are going to floo to Platform 9 ¾. I'm going to apparate since I have your trunk."

With an "Okay," Remus stepped in the fireplace, threw down the ash, and cried, "Platform 9 ¾!" before being effulged in green flames. Coughing, Remus stumbled out of the grate, covered in soot, closely followed by Laurie.

"Great! You both got here okay!" Henry's voice came from behind them.

"Oh! I'm going to miss you so much! Use a school owl to write to us every day! I miss you already! Oh- good luck at your new school! Stay out of trouble! Do your work and study hard! You're going to do great! Good luck near the full moon!" Laurie gushed, brushing soot ff Remus.

"You'll do great. I'm proud of you Remus!" Henry said kindly.

Taking a deep breath, Remus nodded. "Thanks. I'll miss you both." He glanced at the clock- 10:50. "I better go get a seat. Love you both!"

"I love you too!" Laurie replied, giving him a big hug before disappearing into the fireplace.

"I'll send you loads of chocolate after all the full moons!" Henry promised, before apparating away.

Remus took a moment to really take in the scene around him. People were bustling all around, hugging, and saying their farewells. Witches and wizards were pooping in and out of thin air, or entering though a wall. And, out of it all, stood a gleaming, scarlet train.

He grabbed his trunk and stepped onto the train. He walked the length of it, nearly to the end, until he found an empty compartment. Settling in, he looked out the window at the crowd. A boy was yelling at his parents, before storming away. A girl with red hair was crying as she talked to a bony, dark haired girl, who didn't seem to enjoy being there. A short, plump boy stood awkwardly with his father. Another boy beamed next to his parents as they entered through the wall.

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Peter's House

"Are you ready to go? If you're late, I will not hesitate to make you walk the tracks to Hogwarts! It'd be a good lesson for you!" Peter's father, Asmita, thundered from below.

Peter glanced at the clock, 10:30- he did need to get be going! He shoved his last things in his trunk, snapped I shut, and grabbed his toad, Lynall's, cage. He sure hoped he hadn't forgotten something!

"I'm ready! I'm ready!" Peter called as he bounded down the stairs to see his father waiting by the fireplace.

"About time! Now listen, and listen hard. I went to Durmstrang, and I feel to get some toughness into you, that you should too. However, it was your mother's wish for you to go to Hogwarts like she did. I expect you to do well there. Remember, you have seven years of schooling. At anytime I can transfer you." Asmita said. "Understand?"

"Yes, yes sir!" Peter squeaked.

"You sound like a house elf! At school you need to stand up for yourself, and you will succeed, not only in school, but life. No one there is better that you-yet. Keep it that way."

Peter nodded. 'Stand up for myself. Stand up for myself,' he repeated in his mind. He didn't want people picking on him or looking down on him. He'd popular one day. Powerful.

"I won't let you down!" Peter vowed. He knew he'd try his best to keep that promise. HE wanted his dad to be proud of him like he used to be.

When Peter was seven, a tutor cam to teach him basic reading and writing skills. Peter did well, and was a fast learner. When he turned eight, however, his mother, Marcelle, fell ill. She had been a kind woman that was gentle and understanding to everything and everyone. That atmosphere helped Peter. It also softened Asmita's harsh personality. Marcelle had gotten Spattergroit from a coworker at the Ministry. The Pettigrew's sacrificed so much to help her, but she never recovered. Five months in the hospital only led to her death. They couldn't afford the tutor anymore, so Asmita attempted to teach Peter. However, he wasn't a patient teacher and Peter often had trouble learning due to the stress. Since then, Peter had heard how weak and squib like he was nearly every day of the year. Peter figured that it could be worse (his dad could beat him), so he just kept silent and tried to do better.

"I hope you won't. Now grab my arm, we will be apparating to Platform 9 ¾." Peter did so.

As soon as Peter arrived, he knew he never wanted to apparate again. He felt sick and dizzy, but all was forgotten when he saw the gleaming Hogwarts Express.

"Wow! Its- its-" Peter was cut off.

"Breathtaking! I mean," Asmita recovered, "Where's your trunk boy? Did you honestly forget it? Grab my arm!" Peter reluctantly did so and was sucked through space back to his house.

Two extra trips through Hell later, Peter stood awkwardly next to his father next to the train.

"Um, uh, bye Dad. I love you." Peter stammered.

"Goodbye, Peter. Remember what I told you!" Peter nodded and with a loud *pop*, Asmita vanished.

Peter entered the last car in the train and sat down in the first empty compartment he saw. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! The next one is about James and Sirius. It's already written (along with the third and part of fourth chapters) so I will get it up this week! Trust me, more reviews= faster update.

-Pixie97

Review Question: If you were a witch/ wizard, would you rather go to Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons and why?