A/N – I've got writers block on other stories. So here's another Marauder Fic to keep my sanity. Please R&R
Disclaimer – Everything belongs to JKR. The way I exploit her characters may or may not be canon.
Chapter One – Peter
The six-year-old ran through the house doors. He had performed an "accidental" for the first time. He knew most witches and wizards already had by the age of 3 or 4 if they got upset. Peter wasn't like the rest. He was slower, less intelligent, some might say cuter. Not many six-year-olds were still blonde, blue-eyed, puppy-fatted, innocent angels. Most had brown or green or hazel or grey eyes, most not blonde anymore, few still had puppy-fat and most already knew a swearword. Not Peter.
He shouted.
"MUMMY!!"
His mother came running downstairs.
"Yes poppet?"
"I did it. I was running from these bullies and I ended up on a roof. They had to get a really tall man to get me down!"
His mum baked him a cake that night.
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Just five years later, this innocent little boy would make 3 of the best friends anyone could ever wish for. Friends that, although they might corrupt his innocence, even breaking the law at one point, they would trust him with their lives. One of them did. When they were just 20 years old. One year later, poor, innocent little Peter betrayed them. But, up on that spiritual plain, we know that the marauders forgave him. We know that the marauders are the marauders once more.
Mischief Managed.