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A/N this is a story of the Marauders time at Hogwarts, probably a Lily/James!! =)
Chapter one ~ The Letters
~ Lily's Letter ~ Lily was an underestimated girl. She had strong potential, the will to do well, but no one believed her. She was shunned, threw to the back, when she spoke no one listened. The Evans' were important people. Mr Joseph Evans was a surgeon; his wife was a budding member of Parliament. And where did that leave Lily?
A life in the shadow of her successful parents? Who would want that? Her elder sister Petunia was the one who claimed attention, when she spoke everyone listened. She was a proud, outspoken girl of fourteen, top of all her classes, following in her mother's footsteps. But who wants to be a follower? Not Lily.
Lily was a self-independent person, she didn't need anyone, she could live on her own. This was one of the reasons she didn't have any friends; friends only stab you in the back. What's the point in that when you have enemies to do it for you? At least they stab you in the front!
School had finished for the summer, next term Lily was starting a private boarding school for girls. She was not looking forward to it. Petunia already attended the school, and she would come home telling Lily of the bullies and strict rules. Not that Lily was scared, she took life as it came, after all there was nothing you could do to change it.
So Lily prepared herself for the school, and spent most of the holidays in her bedroom. Then the letter arrived.
The letter that changed her entire life turned everything around. The letter which invited her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For once her parents were proud, and for once Petunia was shunned into the background.
~ James' Letter ~ James Potter was souring high on his broom. He needed to get some practise in before Hogwarts. He had received his letter that morning, earlier then he expected. He had of course known that he would be accepted. There was not a doubt, all Potters went to Hogwarts it was tradition.
His parents had been thrilled, none the less because they had known the letter was coming. His mother was watching him from the kitchen window. His father worked at the ministry; in fact if he wasn't at work he would have been flying the sky with his son. He was going to skip work and celebrate but his wife wouldn't let him.
"If every parent stayed off, they'd be no one at the ministry today!" she said, with a laugh.
"I know but this is a special occasion!" he said, staring wistfully out of the window.
"No!" she said. "Now get off to work!"
~ Sirius' Letter ~ Meanwhile in the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, the celebrations were quite different.
"Well, Sirius, it appears you have finally done something right. That makes a nice change!" Mrs Black said, huffily as she sat reading her son's letter.
Sirius grinned.
"Don't smirk at me like that! Hogwarts will soon sort out that attitude of yours!" she barked. "I hear Slytherin has a very strict head of house.keep you in order."
"What makes you so sure I'll be in Slytherin?"
"Don't interrupt me you worthless boy. Of course you'll be in Slytherin! All the Blacks have been."
"And you want me to continue the noble tradition?" Sirius replied with a hint of sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.
"Don't dare disappoint me, Sirius!" she said, dangerously.
Sirius scowled as he grabbed his letter and marched from the room.
"Oh you wait 'til your father gets back. He'll give you what for!" she shouted after him. A house elf came running in the kitchen as she shouted.
"Anything wrong, miss?"
"No Krecher, there isn't. And you wait 'til you're called!" she said. "Well, at least I have one good son. He won't disappoint me!"
Sirius collapsed on his bed. It didn't matter where he was going, as long as he got away from this place.
~ Remus' Letter ~ "I can't believe it!" Remus Lupin said, as he passed the letter to his father. "I mean I never thought they'd accept me. I never thought I'd be able to go." he broke off.
His mother beamed at him. "Oh Remus, darling. I knew you'd make it, that Dumbledore, he's the best thing that's ever happened to that place. He is so good."
"Any other headmaster would have turned you away, but not Dumbledore." said his father.
"But how will it work? I don't understand. I mean going to Hogwarts, it ain't gonna stop me transforming, is it?" Remus said. He still couldn't believe it. it hadn't sunk in yet.
"Don't underestimate Dumledore, Remus, he will have everything planned and sorted out, I promise you." Mrs Lupin said, stroking his head.
"Well if you're sure."
"Darling, I thought this was what you wanted! To go to school and be trained as a wizard.it's what you have always wanted!" his mother said, hurriedly.
"It is, it's just, now I've got it, now I've got what I have wanted, I'm scared that something is gonna go wrong. That Dumbledore is gonna change his mind."
"He wouldn't do that. And besides nothing can go wrong if you don't let it. and I will assure you, Remus, I won't let it!"
~ Peter's Letter ~ Peter Pettigrew sat in his room, mulling over his father's last words. It was only two weeks ago he had died, and Peter still couldn't believe what had happened. As he stared round the gritty room, everything seemed the same as it was two weeks ago. Nothing had changed, well apart from now silence rested on the house. there was no shouting from downstairs, no flying objects crashing against the wall, no television blaring out to cover the sound of an argument. Nothing, but silence.
His mother was downstairs, drinking. She hadn't done anything else since the death of her husband. Like Peter she couldn't quite believe what happened. She hadn't got use to the fact that she could say what she liked or go where she wanted. This freedom was new to her, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. It was at that moment the owl flew through Peter's window. He opened the letter attached to its leg and scanned through the words. A Hogwarts letter, he had been accepted. He sent the owl back through the window, and went downstairs.
"I've been accepted." He said to his mother.
"I knew you would be." She said, as she took another swig from her bottle.
"But I don't think I can go." He said quietly.
She jumped up. "Why not Peter? You need to go this is your one chance to make it. you don't want to end up like your father."
Peter shook his head. "I can't leave you."
"Peter, I can look after myself. You have to go. Remember what he use to say?"
Peter nodded. "You have to look after yourself in this world, because no one else will."
"Exactly, you look after number one. Now no more argument, you're going."
A/N so what do you think? Please R&R.
A/N this is a story of the Marauders time at Hogwarts, probably a Lily/James!! =)
Chapter one ~ The Letters
~ Lily's Letter ~ Lily was an underestimated girl. She had strong potential, the will to do well, but no one believed her. She was shunned, threw to the back, when she spoke no one listened. The Evans' were important people. Mr Joseph Evans was a surgeon; his wife was a budding member of Parliament. And where did that leave Lily?
A life in the shadow of her successful parents? Who would want that? Her elder sister Petunia was the one who claimed attention, when she spoke everyone listened. She was a proud, outspoken girl of fourteen, top of all her classes, following in her mother's footsteps. But who wants to be a follower? Not Lily.
Lily was a self-independent person, she didn't need anyone, she could live on her own. This was one of the reasons she didn't have any friends; friends only stab you in the back. What's the point in that when you have enemies to do it for you? At least they stab you in the front!
School had finished for the summer, next term Lily was starting a private boarding school for girls. She was not looking forward to it. Petunia already attended the school, and she would come home telling Lily of the bullies and strict rules. Not that Lily was scared, she took life as it came, after all there was nothing you could do to change it.
So Lily prepared herself for the school, and spent most of the holidays in her bedroom. Then the letter arrived.
The letter that changed her entire life turned everything around. The letter which invited her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For once her parents were proud, and for once Petunia was shunned into the background.
~ James' Letter ~ James Potter was souring high on his broom. He needed to get some practise in before Hogwarts. He had received his letter that morning, earlier then he expected. He had of course known that he would be accepted. There was not a doubt, all Potters went to Hogwarts it was tradition.
His parents had been thrilled, none the less because they had known the letter was coming. His mother was watching him from the kitchen window. His father worked at the ministry; in fact if he wasn't at work he would have been flying the sky with his son. He was going to skip work and celebrate but his wife wouldn't let him.
"If every parent stayed off, they'd be no one at the ministry today!" she said, with a laugh.
"I know but this is a special occasion!" he said, staring wistfully out of the window.
"No!" she said. "Now get off to work!"
~ Sirius' Letter ~ Meanwhile in the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, the celebrations were quite different.
"Well, Sirius, it appears you have finally done something right. That makes a nice change!" Mrs Black said, huffily as she sat reading her son's letter.
Sirius grinned.
"Don't smirk at me like that! Hogwarts will soon sort out that attitude of yours!" she barked. "I hear Slytherin has a very strict head of house.keep you in order."
"What makes you so sure I'll be in Slytherin?"
"Don't interrupt me you worthless boy. Of course you'll be in Slytherin! All the Blacks have been."
"And you want me to continue the noble tradition?" Sirius replied with a hint of sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.
"Don't dare disappoint me, Sirius!" she said, dangerously.
Sirius scowled as he grabbed his letter and marched from the room.
"Oh you wait 'til your father gets back. He'll give you what for!" she shouted after him. A house elf came running in the kitchen as she shouted.
"Anything wrong, miss?"
"No Krecher, there isn't. And you wait 'til you're called!" she said. "Well, at least I have one good son. He won't disappoint me!"
Sirius collapsed on his bed. It didn't matter where he was going, as long as he got away from this place.
~ Remus' Letter ~ "I can't believe it!" Remus Lupin said, as he passed the letter to his father. "I mean I never thought they'd accept me. I never thought I'd be able to go." he broke off.
His mother beamed at him. "Oh Remus, darling. I knew you'd make it, that Dumbledore, he's the best thing that's ever happened to that place. He is so good."
"Any other headmaster would have turned you away, but not Dumbledore." said his father.
"But how will it work? I don't understand. I mean going to Hogwarts, it ain't gonna stop me transforming, is it?" Remus said. He still couldn't believe it. it hadn't sunk in yet.
"Don't underestimate Dumledore, Remus, he will have everything planned and sorted out, I promise you." Mrs Lupin said, stroking his head.
"Well if you're sure."
"Darling, I thought this was what you wanted! To go to school and be trained as a wizard.it's what you have always wanted!" his mother said, hurriedly.
"It is, it's just, now I've got it, now I've got what I have wanted, I'm scared that something is gonna go wrong. That Dumbledore is gonna change his mind."
"He wouldn't do that. And besides nothing can go wrong if you don't let it. and I will assure you, Remus, I won't let it!"
~ Peter's Letter ~ Peter Pettigrew sat in his room, mulling over his father's last words. It was only two weeks ago he had died, and Peter still couldn't believe what had happened. As he stared round the gritty room, everything seemed the same as it was two weeks ago. Nothing had changed, well apart from now silence rested on the house. there was no shouting from downstairs, no flying objects crashing against the wall, no television blaring out to cover the sound of an argument. Nothing, but silence.
His mother was downstairs, drinking. She hadn't done anything else since the death of her husband. Like Peter she couldn't quite believe what happened. She hadn't got use to the fact that she could say what she liked or go where she wanted. This freedom was new to her, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. It was at that moment the owl flew through Peter's window. He opened the letter attached to its leg and scanned through the words. A Hogwarts letter, he had been accepted. He sent the owl back through the window, and went downstairs.
"I've been accepted." He said to his mother.
"I knew you would be." She said, as she took another swig from her bottle.
"But I don't think I can go." He said quietly.
She jumped up. "Why not Peter? You need to go this is your one chance to make it. you don't want to end up like your father."
Peter shook his head. "I can't leave you."
"Peter, I can look after myself. You have to go. Remember what he use to say?"
Peter nodded. "You have to look after yourself in this world, because no one else will."
"Exactly, you look after number one. Now no more argument, you're going."
A/N so what do you think? Please R&R.