The Marauder Mishaps: Year One
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, I do not own any part of it! This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes of the writer and reader only!
A/N: Okay, after having read the fifth book in the J.K. Rowling's brilliant series I felt the urge to write a Marauder fanfic. Yes, yes, I know, I'm not exactly the first one to have the idea ;). But I will stick as closely to the facts as I can, which is a change in itself (why is it everyone is so certain Harry/James had a sister with their name anyway? :) just wondering). So please feel free to comment, criticize, rant about your day and what not in the comments section. Though related material is always appreciated, I'd love to hear from you :D. With that said, enjoy!
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James Potter launched himself through the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten with little hesitation. Unlike some of the soon-to-be educated wizards he had watched earlier (with little interest) he had next to no hesitation in running through a brick wall. Whether it was because; as his friends would later insist, that he was simply too thick to care; or that he had grown up in the wizarding world and was accustomed to such things will perhaps remain unknown.
Jogging down the landing, cart and owl cage in tow (which was holding a rather disgruntled looking eagle owl), it seemed impossible for him not to notice the enormous crimson train marked in the front with the Hogwarts emblem. He could not hold back a grin at the site which was layed before his eyes, consisting of a boy of his age with black hair not unlike his (although the other boy's hair was not nearly as untidy, rather swept back) who was being told off for setting off a set of Fillibuster's Fireworks in another boy's cart.
"But mum, I only wanted to show him how its done! Wet start fireworks, these are, and-" The boy was clearly trying to maintain a remorseful expression and was failing utterly. The victim of the fireworks seemed to be indecisive as to whether or not he should be laughing or yelping, resulting in a sort of periodic squeak coming from him. The squeak, James noted with a stifled snicker, sounded very much like the rats for sale in Diagon Alley.
"Now see here, Sirius! You have been accepted into this school by some great luck beyond my knowledge, and if I am called to fetch you home you'll not see the sun for the next seven years of your life! Disgracing the family name on your first day! Next instant you'll be running about with mudbloods, no doubt!" A disgruntled looking woman seemed the source of this racket, and although it was clearly visible that he had a very different view on things then that of his mother, her fierce voice was enough to stifle his snickers upon glancing at the squeaking victim.
"Yes, ma'am." He mumbled, although on closer look James noticed he was crossing his fingers behind his back, and at this he was forced to duck behind a barrier to keep from the two realizing what he was laughing at. The train whistle blew and James was able to calm down enough to head toward it with his cart and owl.
"See you later, Quill!" He called after the black eagle owl who'se cage was set with the others in one of the further back compartments, along with his luggage. As the other students waved goodbye to their families, he settled himself down on one of the comfortable built in benches, only to be joined by the dark haired boy he had been watching earlier.
"Hey, you know where they keep the sweets around here? I reckon mum thought if she didn't feed me much the last week before I went off to school, I'd not want to come back. I'm Sirius Black, by the way, who're you?" James grinned, Sirius certainly got to the point.
"I'm James Potter. Say, got anymore of those fireworks? I saw how you got that chubby lad!"
"Oh, yeah! He deserved it anyway. Said something about me smelling like a bloody dog! Honestly, some people..." At this James and Sirius looked at each other and simultaneously broke out laughing.
After going through some time of these histerics, James stood up and stretched.
"Sweets don't sound like a bad idea right about now...less go find that old bloke who drives the trolly." Sirius stood up too, yawning an agreement to this statement, and both of them headed off through their compartment into the next. Opening the door to the compartment alongside their own, Sirius began to suggest they leave, there didn't seem to be anyone in here at all. James however shushed him and pointed.
In the corner of the compartment was curled a small, wiry looking boy with slick black hair, and who was crying softly, wiping at his long hooked nose with a handkerchief that looked like it belonged to his mother. Sirius let out a noise of surprise and the boy looked up immidiately, hiding the handkerchief behind his back and glaring at the two, as if to regain his lost dignity.
"G-get out of here!" He tried to say it menacingly, but in the midst of all his tears it came out somewhere between a whimper and a hiccup. Sirius broke out laughing at once. Furious, the boy took out his wand and pointed it directly at James who was trying very hard not to smile.
"Give me a reason to do it! Go on!" Hissed the boy, but Sirius only saw this as a reason to laugh all the more, half collapsing on James who was grinning daringly at the smaller boy.
"What are you going to do, wipe your handkerchief on me?" His hazel eyes darted to the boy's luggage which was placed in an untidy pile at his side, and on which was inscribed a name in letters that curled like a snake:
Severus Snape
"Severus Snape? That your name?" James jutted a finger at the boy's luggage with a snort.
"G-glad you can read! Smar-smarter then you look!" Snarled Severus, sniffling slightly between the words.
"S-Severus?" broke in Sirius, still dubbled over in laughter. "More like Snivellus! Go on then, Snivelling Snape, try and jinx me!" Sirius leaned against the compartment door, panting for breath between laughter.
He did not for a moment suspect that the boy actually did know jinxes, and had every intention of hitting him with a particuarly nasty one. Raising his wand he began to shout the incantation when-
"Expelliarmus!" James' voice rang out, and Severus' wand flew back into the compartment wall with a shuddering smash. Sirius had stopped laughing and fixed the boy with a nasty glare. He was however, not noticed, for Severus and James were staring intently at each other, hatred apparent in both pairs of eyes.
"Bad luck, Snivellus." James spat, who now had his wand pointed directly at Snape, whom was frozen to his seat. And with that, he wheeled from the compartment, robes billowing behind him, and Sirius at his heels sending a menacing sort of snarl at Snape.
Snape, however, would not be the only student they would encounter in their search for the trolly. Moving back into their original compartment, James knocked into a pale, disheveled looking boy, who fell backwards to the floor. James had, in fact, been moving particuarly swiftly, and had not been paying attention in his anger at Severus.
"Sorry...sorry 'bout that." Muttered the boy, who rubbed his forehead slightly before moving to collect his books, which he had been holding in his arms.
"Nah, it was my fault." James said sheepishly, flicking his wand to send two books back into the pile, his free hand also rubbing his forehead. Sirius snickered.
"Nice one, James, we're making friends already!" Sirius said cheerfully. James threw one of the boy's books at him.
"Hey, careful! I need that thing..." But the boy seemed to be fighting off a chuckle. "James is your name, right? Mine's Remus. Remus...Lupin!" He said, grinning.
"Sirius Black, here. Merlin, James! You really hit him hard...you alright?" Sirius asked of Remus, noticing the swollen bags under his eyes and the weary expression on his face. For a moment Remus looked taken aback before quickly responding.
"Fine, I'm fine! Just haven't...haven't slept all that well lately." He said truthfully, accepting Sirius' extended hand and pulling himself to his feet.
Suddenly the compartment door burst open again as the plump boy who had been the earlier victim of Sirius' firecracker weedled in, glancing around at the three suspiciously.
"You three...you didn't see a greasy haired boy come through here did you?" Asked the boy, fidgeting uncomfortably. It was then that he noticed Sirius, and he jumped backwards so quickly the bag that was held at his waist turned over, spilling the contents to the floor. A handkercheif with the words 'S. Snape' were inscribed on it in the same sort of type that spelled out Snape's name onto his luggage. Surrounding the handkercheif were innumerable coins in bronze, silver, and gold. Realizing what had taken place, James grinned enthusiastically, while Sirius burst out in gales of laughter. Remus looked on disapprovingly.
"You really shouldn't have done that. Why'd you steal that Snape fellow's money anyway?"
"Because he's an ugly git, isn't he?" James interrupted boldly. "Nice job, mate! What's your name?"
Peter swelled with the compliment. "Peter! Peter Pettigrew!"
Sirius was watching the boy with a rather triumphant expression etched on his handsome face. "Say, I know you! You're the one with the wet dog remark!"
"A-Am I?" Peter asked nervously. James and Remus exchanged looks and it wasn't long before all four of them were laughing. Before they knew it the Hogwarts Express had slowed down and pulled into the station, and the four boys were jostled out amongst the other students struggling to get out of the train first. Above the rest of the noise, a loud and booming voice shot out.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way! Come on now, hurry up! No time ter dawdle!" James, Sirius, Remus and Peter looked up into the eyes of an abnormally large man. Peter plugged his ears as the man called out again. Sirius' jaw hung down in shock while James simply gawked. Remus however, grinned up at the man.
"Hagrid!" He said delightedly, and at once the man looked down at the four.
"'Ello Remus! Nice of yeh ter come and say hello. Righ' then, everyone here? Come on then, firs' years follow me!" The other three boys exchanged awed looks before falling into step behind Remus and Hagrid among the other first year students.
Hagrid led the crowd of nervously chatting students to the lake, where they were immidiately overcome by "ooohs" and "aaahs" at the sight.
"Two ter a boat, hurry now!" Hagrid called loudly. Sirius and James clamored into the closest boat, Remus and Peter shoving into the other which was drawn alongside their own. Slowly, the crowd of first years were pairing up and sorting into boats. In fact the only one who seemed to be having trouble finding a partner was dear old...
"Snivellus!" Sirius nudged James in the ribs, pointing at Severus who was searching around anxiously. "Whats wrong, Snivy, having trouble finding someone who wants to sit in the same boat as a greasy git?"
Snape wheeled around, and for a moment he reached for his wand, but was interrupted by Hagrid's shouting.
"Everyone ready? Righ' then, lets go!" And as if waiting for the signal the boats began to drift lazily across the lake. Sirius and James leaned out over the edge to talk to Remus and Peter who'se boat was "rowing" alongside theirs.
"What do you reckon then? Which house?" James asked the other three.
"Anything but Slytherin works for me." Remus winced at the thought of being sorted into Slytherin house, and Peter nodded eagerly in agreement though remained silent.
"Yeah, I reckon...AGH!" Something plopped into the water from inside Sirius' cloak. For a moment the fireworks seemed to float lazily in the water, and James stared at the interestedly.
"Say Sirius, didn't you say those were wet start-"
BANG!
James didn't have time to finish, the lake erupted in a series of red and gold sparks and showers while loud screeches went up around them. From all directions the students were laughing, screaming and cheering collectively, while Hagrid fought to settle them down.
Even years after, those who had witnessed it would agree that it was without a doubt the most colorful entrance Hogwarts' students had ever made.
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So there's chapter one (sorry it wasn't very long, they'll get longer as I go along, I just want to hear if its worth continuing), again **please** leave your comments/criticisms so I can decide whether or not to continue. Thanks :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, I do not own any part of it! This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes of the writer and reader only!
A/N: Okay, after having read the fifth book in the J.K. Rowling's brilliant series I felt the urge to write a Marauder fanfic. Yes, yes, I know, I'm not exactly the first one to have the idea ;). But I will stick as closely to the facts as I can, which is a change in itself (why is it everyone is so certain Harry/James had a sister with their name anyway? :) just wondering). So please feel free to comment, criticize, rant about your day and what not in the comments section. Though related material is always appreciated, I'd love to hear from you :D. With that said, enjoy!
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James Potter launched himself through the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten with little hesitation. Unlike some of the soon-to-be educated wizards he had watched earlier (with little interest) he had next to no hesitation in running through a brick wall. Whether it was because; as his friends would later insist, that he was simply too thick to care; or that he had grown up in the wizarding world and was accustomed to such things will perhaps remain unknown.
Jogging down the landing, cart and owl cage in tow (which was holding a rather disgruntled looking eagle owl), it seemed impossible for him not to notice the enormous crimson train marked in the front with the Hogwarts emblem. He could not hold back a grin at the site which was layed before his eyes, consisting of a boy of his age with black hair not unlike his (although the other boy's hair was not nearly as untidy, rather swept back) who was being told off for setting off a set of Fillibuster's Fireworks in another boy's cart.
"But mum, I only wanted to show him how its done! Wet start fireworks, these are, and-" The boy was clearly trying to maintain a remorseful expression and was failing utterly. The victim of the fireworks seemed to be indecisive as to whether or not he should be laughing or yelping, resulting in a sort of periodic squeak coming from him. The squeak, James noted with a stifled snicker, sounded very much like the rats for sale in Diagon Alley.
"Now see here, Sirius! You have been accepted into this school by some great luck beyond my knowledge, and if I am called to fetch you home you'll not see the sun for the next seven years of your life! Disgracing the family name on your first day! Next instant you'll be running about with mudbloods, no doubt!" A disgruntled looking woman seemed the source of this racket, and although it was clearly visible that he had a very different view on things then that of his mother, her fierce voice was enough to stifle his snickers upon glancing at the squeaking victim.
"Yes, ma'am." He mumbled, although on closer look James noticed he was crossing his fingers behind his back, and at this he was forced to duck behind a barrier to keep from the two realizing what he was laughing at. The train whistle blew and James was able to calm down enough to head toward it with his cart and owl.
"See you later, Quill!" He called after the black eagle owl who'se cage was set with the others in one of the further back compartments, along with his luggage. As the other students waved goodbye to their families, he settled himself down on one of the comfortable built in benches, only to be joined by the dark haired boy he had been watching earlier.
"Hey, you know where they keep the sweets around here? I reckon mum thought if she didn't feed me much the last week before I went off to school, I'd not want to come back. I'm Sirius Black, by the way, who're you?" James grinned, Sirius certainly got to the point.
"I'm James Potter. Say, got anymore of those fireworks? I saw how you got that chubby lad!"
"Oh, yeah! He deserved it anyway. Said something about me smelling like a bloody dog! Honestly, some people..." At this James and Sirius looked at each other and simultaneously broke out laughing.
After going through some time of these histerics, James stood up and stretched.
"Sweets don't sound like a bad idea right about now...less go find that old bloke who drives the trolly." Sirius stood up too, yawning an agreement to this statement, and both of them headed off through their compartment into the next. Opening the door to the compartment alongside their own, Sirius began to suggest they leave, there didn't seem to be anyone in here at all. James however shushed him and pointed.
In the corner of the compartment was curled a small, wiry looking boy with slick black hair, and who was crying softly, wiping at his long hooked nose with a handkerchief that looked like it belonged to his mother. Sirius let out a noise of surprise and the boy looked up immidiately, hiding the handkerchief behind his back and glaring at the two, as if to regain his lost dignity.
"G-get out of here!" He tried to say it menacingly, but in the midst of all his tears it came out somewhere between a whimper and a hiccup. Sirius broke out laughing at once. Furious, the boy took out his wand and pointed it directly at James who was trying very hard not to smile.
"Give me a reason to do it! Go on!" Hissed the boy, but Sirius only saw this as a reason to laugh all the more, half collapsing on James who was grinning daringly at the smaller boy.
"What are you going to do, wipe your handkerchief on me?" His hazel eyes darted to the boy's luggage which was placed in an untidy pile at his side, and on which was inscribed a name in letters that curled like a snake:
Severus Snape
"Severus Snape? That your name?" James jutted a finger at the boy's luggage with a snort.
"G-glad you can read! Smar-smarter then you look!" Snarled Severus, sniffling slightly between the words.
"S-Severus?" broke in Sirius, still dubbled over in laughter. "More like Snivellus! Go on then, Snivelling Snape, try and jinx me!" Sirius leaned against the compartment door, panting for breath between laughter.
He did not for a moment suspect that the boy actually did know jinxes, and had every intention of hitting him with a particuarly nasty one. Raising his wand he began to shout the incantation when-
"Expelliarmus!" James' voice rang out, and Severus' wand flew back into the compartment wall with a shuddering smash. Sirius had stopped laughing and fixed the boy with a nasty glare. He was however, not noticed, for Severus and James were staring intently at each other, hatred apparent in both pairs of eyes.
"Bad luck, Snivellus." James spat, who now had his wand pointed directly at Snape, whom was frozen to his seat. And with that, he wheeled from the compartment, robes billowing behind him, and Sirius at his heels sending a menacing sort of snarl at Snape.
Snape, however, would not be the only student they would encounter in their search for the trolly. Moving back into their original compartment, James knocked into a pale, disheveled looking boy, who fell backwards to the floor. James had, in fact, been moving particuarly swiftly, and had not been paying attention in his anger at Severus.
"Sorry...sorry 'bout that." Muttered the boy, who rubbed his forehead slightly before moving to collect his books, which he had been holding in his arms.
"Nah, it was my fault." James said sheepishly, flicking his wand to send two books back into the pile, his free hand also rubbing his forehead. Sirius snickered.
"Nice one, James, we're making friends already!" Sirius said cheerfully. James threw one of the boy's books at him.
"Hey, careful! I need that thing..." But the boy seemed to be fighting off a chuckle. "James is your name, right? Mine's Remus. Remus...Lupin!" He said, grinning.
"Sirius Black, here. Merlin, James! You really hit him hard...you alright?" Sirius asked of Remus, noticing the swollen bags under his eyes and the weary expression on his face. For a moment Remus looked taken aback before quickly responding.
"Fine, I'm fine! Just haven't...haven't slept all that well lately." He said truthfully, accepting Sirius' extended hand and pulling himself to his feet.
Suddenly the compartment door burst open again as the plump boy who had been the earlier victim of Sirius' firecracker weedled in, glancing around at the three suspiciously.
"You three...you didn't see a greasy haired boy come through here did you?" Asked the boy, fidgeting uncomfortably. It was then that he noticed Sirius, and he jumped backwards so quickly the bag that was held at his waist turned over, spilling the contents to the floor. A handkercheif with the words 'S. Snape' were inscribed on it in the same sort of type that spelled out Snape's name onto his luggage. Surrounding the handkercheif were innumerable coins in bronze, silver, and gold. Realizing what had taken place, James grinned enthusiastically, while Sirius burst out in gales of laughter. Remus looked on disapprovingly.
"You really shouldn't have done that. Why'd you steal that Snape fellow's money anyway?"
"Because he's an ugly git, isn't he?" James interrupted boldly. "Nice job, mate! What's your name?"
Peter swelled with the compliment. "Peter! Peter Pettigrew!"
Sirius was watching the boy with a rather triumphant expression etched on his handsome face. "Say, I know you! You're the one with the wet dog remark!"
"A-Am I?" Peter asked nervously. James and Remus exchanged looks and it wasn't long before all four of them were laughing. Before they knew it the Hogwarts Express had slowed down and pulled into the station, and the four boys were jostled out amongst the other students struggling to get out of the train first. Above the rest of the noise, a loud and booming voice shot out.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way! Come on now, hurry up! No time ter dawdle!" James, Sirius, Remus and Peter looked up into the eyes of an abnormally large man. Peter plugged his ears as the man called out again. Sirius' jaw hung down in shock while James simply gawked. Remus however, grinned up at the man.
"Hagrid!" He said delightedly, and at once the man looked down at the four.
"'Ello Remus! Nice of yeh ter come and say hello. Righ' then, everyone here? Come on then, firs' years follow me!" The other three boys exchanged awed looks before falling into step behind Remus and Hagrid among the other first year students.
Hagrid led the crowd of nervously chatting students to the lake, where they were immidiately overcome by "ooohs" and "aaahs" at the sight.
"Two ter a boat, hurry now!" Hagrid called loudly. Sirius and James clamored into the closest boat, Remus and Peter shoving into the other which was drawn alongside their own. Slowly, the crowd of first years were pairing up and sorting into boats. In fact the only one who seemed to be having trouble finding a partner was dear old...
"Snivellus!" Sirius nudged James in the ribs, pointing at Severus who was searching around anxiously. "Whats wrong, Snivy, having trouble finding someone who wants to sit in the same boat as a greasy git?"
Snape wheeled around, and for a moment he reached for his wand, but was interrupted by Hagrid's shouting.
"Everyone ready? Righ' then, lets go!" And as if waiting for the signal the boats began to drift lazily across the lake. Sirius and James leaned out over the edge to talk to Remus and Peter who'se boat was "rowing" alongside theirs.
"What do you reckon then? Which house?" James asked the other three.
"Anything but Slytherin works for me." Remus winced at the thought of being sorted into Slytherin house, and Peter nodded eagerly in agreement though remained silent.
"Yeah, I reckon...AGH!" Something plopped into the water from inside Sirius' cloak. For a moment the fireworks seemed to float lazily in the water, and James stared at the interestedly.
"Say Sirius, didn't you say those were wet start-"
BANG!
James didn't have time to finish, the lake erupted in a series of red and gold sparks and showers while loud screeches went up around them. From all directions the students were laughing, screaming and cheering collectively, while Hagrid fought to settle them down.
Even years after, those who had witnessed it would agree that it was without a doubt the most colorful entrance Hogwarts' students had ever made.
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So there's chapter one (sorry it wasn't very long, they'll get longer as I go along, I just want to hear if its worth continuing), again **please** leave your comments/criticisms so I can decide whether or not to continue. Thanks :D