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Full Summary: In the 6th and 7th Hogwarts years of the careers of the Marauders, there's a lot going on. There's James and his endeavors to win Lily Evans, while there's Remus with his own uncatchable girl. There's Sirius and the person who puts him through hell, and Peter and the troubled thoughts that are running through his mind. As always, there's the impending threat of Lord Voldemort. Just how exactly do James and Lily thrice defy him, anyway? Guest stars in the fic include anyone from the Marauder's era including teachers and Snape, members of the Order, and original characters.
Peter gulped as he looked at the stone barrier. What were they playing at, having people walk straight through? He wasn't going to be able to do it; he'd have to go to a Muggle school; he'd be the shame of the family; he'd never live it down--
"All you have to do is walk straight through the barrier, Peter. It looks like it's solid, but it's not. Just look straight at it and go right through," Peter's mother said, smiling down at him and giving him a little push. "You can do it. I'll be right behind you." Peter very much wanted to tell his mother he wasn't going to be able to do it after all, but he knew he had to try. He grabbed his trunk and headed toward the barrier. Feeling like it would be best to get the humiliation over with quickly, he broke into a run and squeezed his eyes shut.
He was still running several seconds later when he crashed into, not the barrier, but a person.
"Sorry!" he gasped, looking back. The barrier was behind him, and he had gotten onto the platform. His mother had appeared and was walking towards him.
"'It's all right!" replied the boy he had bumped in to. "Are you a first year, too?"
Peter nodded.
"My name's James Potter," the boy said. He was rather tall, with a head of messy black hair. He wore glasses and gave off an air of confidence that Peter wished he could have.
"Peter Pettigrew," Peter said, smiling weakly back.
"Listen," James said, "I've got to go meet up with my mum--she's over there chatting with someone else's parents--but I'll see you on the train, I suppose. If I see a compartment I'll save a seat for you." Peter nodded, not trusting his speech. He had never been very good at meeting people, even people so nice as James. He gave James a shy smile. James, in turn, gave him a broad grin and left.
"Who was that, dear?" his mother asked.
"That's James Potter," Peter told her. "He's a first year, too."
"Oh! A Potter!" said Mrs. Pettigrew, gazing in the direction James had went. "I've heard of their family. Quite influential; I believe that child's parents both work for the Ministry. My, you couldn't find better people around anywhere." She turned back to look at her son.
"Listen, Peter, I want you to write me as often as possible. Tell me how you're doing and everything." Her eyes were oddly bright. "I'll see you at Christmas holiday, then."
"Right," Peter said. If I survive until then, he thought to himself.
"You'll be just fine, dear," Peter's mother reassured him, as if she had read his thoughts. She pulled him into a hug. "Goodbye, love," she said to him, smiling sadly.
"Goodbye, mum," he returned. Smiling at her, he grabbed his trunk and boarded the train.
Most of the compartments were full. It struck Peter how very tall the sixth and seventh years were, especially compared to him. He eventually found the compartment which held James.
"Oy! Peter!" James said, beaming.
"Hello," Peter said, lugging his trunk into the compartment and sitting on a bench.
"This," James said, pointing to another boy with black hair, "is Sirius Black. I've been friends with him for a long time."
"Our parents hate each other," said Sirius proudly.
Peter, wondering what exactly was so great about that, nodded and smiled at Sirius.
"This is Remus Lupin. We've only just met him," James said, gesturing to a boy who wasn't as tall as James or Sirius. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hi," said Remus, smiling at Peter.
"Are you Muggleborn, Peter? Remus?" Sirius asked.
"No, both my parents were magical," Peter replied.
"So were mine," Remus said, nodding.
Sirius's eyes lit up. "Then you'll know about Quidditch!" he said. "Did anyone catch that match last week, Australia against Canada?"
"Oh, I did!" Remus replied. "It was good, wasn't it?"
The best thing about Quidditch, Peter thought to himself, Is that it provides long and entertaining conversation. He smiled briefly before adding a comment about Australia's Seeker. Hogwarts might just be right for him after all.
Review if you can. I should have the next chapter up not too long from now...then again, knowing me, it won't be up till HBP comes out, and God knows how long that'll take. Also, due credit to Something Corporate, because the title of this story comes from two of their lines that I kinda meshed together. Thanks!
Full Summary: In the 6th and 7th Hogwarts years of the careers of the Marauders, there's a lot going on. There's James and his endeavors to win Lily Evans, while there's Remus with his own uncatchable girl. There's Sirius and the person who puts him through hell, and Peter and the troubled thoughts that are running through his mind. As always, there's the impending threat of Lord Voldemort. Just how exactly do James and Lily thrice defy him, anyway? Guest stars in the fic include anyone from the Marauder's era including teachers and Snape, members of the Order, and original characters.
Peter gulped as he looked at the stone barrier. What were they playing at, having people walk straight through? He wasn't going to be able to do it; he'd have to go to a Muggle school; he'd be the shame of the family; he'd never live it down--
"All you have to do is walk straight through the barrier, Peter. It looks like it's solid, but it's not. Just look straight at it and go right through," Peter's mother said, smiling down at him and giving him a little push. "You can do it. I'll be right behind you." Peter very much wanted to tell his mother he wasn't going to be able to do it after all, but he knew he had to try. He grabbed his trunk and headed toward the barrier. Feeling like it would be best to get the humiliation over with quickly, he broke into a run and squeezed his eyes shut.
He was still running several seconds later when he crashed into, not the barrier, but a person.
"Sorry!" he gasped, looking back. The barrier was behind him, and he had gotten onto the platform. His mother had appeared and was walking towards him.
"'It's all right!" replied the boy he had bumped in to. "Are you a first year, too?"
Peter nodded.
"My name's James Potter," the boy said. He was rather tall, with a head of messy black hair. He wore glasses and gave off an air of confidence that Peter wished he could have.
"Peter Pettigrew," Peter said, smiling weakly back.
"Listen," James said, "I've got to go meet up with my mum--she's over there chatting with someone else's parents--but I'll see you on the train, I suppose. If I see a compartment I'll save a seat for you." Peter nodded, not trusting his speech. He had never been very good at meeting people, even people so nice as James. He gave James a shy smile. James, in turn, gave him a broad grin and left.
"Who was that, dear?" his mother asked.
"That's James Potter," Peter told her. "He's a first year, too."
"Oh! A Potter!" said Mrs. Pettigrew, gazing in the direction James had went. "I've heard of their family. Quite influential; I believe that child's parents both work for the Ministry. My, you couldn't find better people around anywhere." She turned back to look at her son.
"Listen, Peter, I want you to write me as often as possible. Tell me how you're doing and everything." Her eyes were oddly bright. "I'll see you at Christmas holiday, then."
"Right," Peter said. If I survive until then, he thought to himself.
"You'll be just fine, dear," Peter's mother reassured him, as if she had read his thoughts. She pulled him into a hug. "Goodbye, love," she said to him, smiling sadly.
"Goodbye, mum," he returned. Smiling at her, he grabbed his trunk and boarded the train.
Most of the compartments were full. It struck Peter how very tall the sixth and seventh years were, especially compared to him. He eventually found the compartment which held James.
"Oy! Peter!" James said, beaming.
"Hello," Peter said, lugging his trunk into the compartment and sitting on a bench.
"This," James said, pointing to another boy with black hair, "is Sirius Black. I've been friends with him for a long time."
"Our parents hate each other," said Sirius proudly.
Peter, wondering what exactly was so great about that, nodded and smiled at Sirius.
"This is Remus Lupin. We've only just met him," James said, gesturing to a boy who wasn't as tall as James or Sirius. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hi," said Remus, smiling at Peter.
"Are you Muggleborn, Peter? Remus?" Sirius asked.
"No, both my parents were magical," Peter replied.
"So were mine," Remus said, nodding.
Sirius's eyes lit up. "Then you'll know about Quidditch!" he said. "Did anyone catch that match last week, Australia against Canada?"
"Oh, I did!" Remus replied. "It was good, wasn't it?"
The best thing about Quidditch, Peter thought to himself, Is that it provides long and entertaining conversation. He smiled briefly before adding a comment about Australia's Seeker. Hogwarts might just be right for him after all.
Review if you can. I should have the next chapter up not too long from now...then again, knowing me, it won't be up till HBP comes out, and God knows how long that'll take. Also, due credit to Something Corporate, because the title of this story comes from two of their lines that I kinda meshed together. Thanks!