Author's Note: Welcome dear people to my Marauder Fic. This is completely mine, unlike the other marauder fic you will find on my profle, and that one is only co written by me. Discombobulated.shoe is the other co author. This fic my convey some crazy ideas which may or may not have been used here before. But bare with me, if you like a good marauder tale with adventure, humor and the whole James/Lily romance stuff (not too much of that) then, stick around, you might just like this story.
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Disclaimer: I own no rights to Harry Potter or anything like that, but the maraders own a place in my heart.
The Best Years of My Life
Chapter 1 – All Alone (Simone's P.O.V)
I stood there, completely overwhelmed, gazing over the mass of people before me. There were people everywhere; left, right and centre; all busy rushing to the train, making sure they had everything. It wasn't my first visit to Platform 9 ¾, but this time, it was a lot scarier. I dropped my heavy trunk on the ground, and promptly sat on it, tired, even though it was only ten o'clock in the morning. In my hand, I clutched my letter, its contents I'd read over a thousand times before. It had read:
Dearest Simone
Terrible news, I am so very sorry, but unfortunately, I cannot come with you to the platform. Some unexpected business has popped up and I am unable to get away. I am already at Hogwarts. I tried to contact someone else to see you off, but everyone is also busy with their own affairs. I hope to see you when you get to school, and if not, please come to my office tomorrow morning before breakfast.
Once again, terribly sorry,
Yours Sincerely
Great Uncle A
The emerald green, curved handwriting still glistened in the light, mimicking the tears welling up in my eyes. I blinked them away and decided to distract myself by looking at the swelling crowd. Among the many students of various ages, I spotted a boy, of about 11, with longish black hair, being given some kind of lecture by a very strict looking set of parents. I fine tuned my hearing and focused on the scene.
"…and you had better be good son, I will not have you bringing dishonour to the proud name of Black!" The stern man said.
"It is your duty to follow in the footsteps of your ancestors and be the greatest Slytherin ever to come through Hogwarts. And no funny business, like from your cousin Edith's last birthday. If one word of anything like that comes home, we'll write you out of the will, and your brother Regulus will inherit everything." Said the pale, black clad women next to him.
"Fine, whatever Mother." Replied the black-haired boy, offhandedly.
"Don't you use that tone with me boy-" Started the woman, before she was stopped by her husband.
"That's enough dear, if he hasn't learnt it by now, then it's not worth teaching him. The school will teach him respect. It's what we pay them for." He reassured.
Deciding that I'd had enough of the sufferings of the poor black-haired kid, and I searched elsewhere. Soon, I discovered another black-haired boy, but this time he had glasses and his hair was all scruffy. His parents didn't look as scary, so I decided to take a closer look.
"…Okay dear, remember to have fun. And I want you to write at least once a week," Said a kind brunette.
"I will Mum." Replied the boy.
"And be good," said a tall, black haired man, "and remember to study hard and learn all you can and-"
"Yes Dad, I'll miss you too." Interrupted the boy.
"I can't believe my boy's growing up. I love you James." Said his mother; her eyes welling up in tears. She reached down to hug her beloved son.
"I love you too Mum and Dad." He said.
"Good luck Son." Said the man, before giving him a brief one-armed hug.
"Bye!" Called the boy, as he turned away, towards the train.
The happy family moment ended, I looked elsewhere, and spotted yet another interesting scene. A podgy boy and his podgy mother. Coincidence? I think not.
"…and I don't want to get any complaints from the school saying you're failing. You had better study hard." Said the podgy woman.
"I will Mother." Replied her son, turning to leave.
"And Peter, one more thing," she said.
"Yes?" He asked, turning back to face her.
"I'll miss you dear; don't forget to write now and then. I want to hear of all your adventures." She said, suddenly becoming all mother-like. She pulled her son in for an awkward embrace before letting him go.
"Bye Peter, good luck!" she called.
Strange. So, so strange. I searched the slowly declining crowd for a few more "happy family" scenes to watch, before I had to sadly walk onto the train, all dejected like. I briefly saw a red-haired girl with her parents, but it looked as if their farewell was over, so there was no point in just watching her walk away. I then noticed a pale kid, nervously talking with his kind looking father.
"Don't worry; things will turn out just fine. You'll see." The kind man reassured the boy.
"It's just, what happens if people find out?" he asked.
"Nothing, because they won't find out. The only way people are going to find out is if you tell them. Just relax, everything will be fine." Said the man,
The boy looked rather sceptical, but quickly hid it.
"Now just go there and enjoy yourself." Said the man, sounding more like a request than a farewell.
"Ok dad, I will." Said the boy.
After a quick goodbye and a hug, the boy turned to leave, reminding me that it was time for me to go too. I sighed, picked up my trunk and slowly headed towards the train, towards a new part of life I could have never prepared for.
I realise that this chapter was a bit short, but it shouldn't take long for the next one to come. It includes, the first meeting of Sirius and Snape and the eatting of many chocolate frogs. Be sure to catch it, especially if you liked this one. Please Read and Review, it really helps with the story, and it gives YOU the power to alter possible furutre chapters. If an idea or suggestion is good enough, i won't ignore it.
See you on chapter 2! R&R