Before you read, please know this. I am new to this. I don't read much fanfiction, but I love to write and I love Harry Potter. I don't want anyone to be offended by anything I write, although it is bound to happen. Please be kind. I would love criticism, but be kind about it. Also, if anyone would like credit for an idea or canon, just let me know. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
It is early. James Potter is awake though, because it is never too early for him. He is five. He pulls on a sweatshirt and tiptoes past his parents' bedroom door, where they are happily sleeping. James begins to creep down the stairs, but he is overwhelmingly tempted to slide down the banister, so of course he does. He lands at the bottom of the stairs softly, crosses the living room, and slides the back door open. He stays below the back light's motion sensor, and goes to the shed. He reaches under the mat and his fingers quickly touch the metal of the key. He jams it into the shed's lock, and swings the door open. James pulls the light's cord, lighting up the dark interior. Brooms line the wall, sleek and polished. James' father never rode them, just collected. James picked out the smallest one, which was more worn than the others, not that his father noticed. He carried it outside. He walked to the open spot in the field. He swung a leg over, and kicked off.
It is late. Sirius Black is awake though, because his parents are too drunk to realize he is still awake. He is five. He straightens his suit jacket, and walks with his head high up to his cousin Andromeda. "Would you like to dance?" He inquires, looking confident. She laughs shaking her head. She sets her glass of champagne down on her table next to her mother, who looks disapprovingly at Sirius. Andromeda is only 10, so she is still young too. She takes his arm and allows him to pull her up. He spins her when they arrive at the dance floor, him reaching over her head to swing his arm around. He settles his hands on her waist, and they begin to slowly waltz across the floor, the other Blacks seeing them and laughing. After the song finishes, Sirius guids her back to her chair. Andromeda leans down and kisses him on the cheek, saying, "Thank you, Sirius," before she sits down. Sirius makes his way to his cousin Bellatrix, but not before taking a sip of his father's champagne while his back is turned.
It is early. Peter Pettigrew is awake though, because his whole house is already awake. He is five. His mother and father are baking, and his sisters are running around the house singing a song. Peter does not know the words so he does not join in. Peter is hungry, even though he just ate breakfast. He walks toward his mother, nervous because sometimes she is mean and sometimes she is noce. He reaches onto the counter and wraps his fingers around a pastry, and his mother spins around. Her face is red, as she wrestles the pastry out of Peter's fingers and sets it on the counter, but not before rewarding him with a swift slap on the knuckles. Peter winces and runs out of the kitchen before his father teases him for crying.
It is late. Remus is awake, although he does not really know why. He is five. He is sitting on the rug, playing with his blue car. His bedroom door is closed, and he can hear his mother and father arguing on the other side of it. His mother keeps trying to open the door, and his father keeps stopping her. Remus does not know why, but it doesn't bother him. He feels a sudden, sharp pain in the back of his head. He reaches up and touches his head, and the pain grows stronger. "Mom?' He calls out, and he hears his mother tug on the door, crying out, "Remus baby, I'm right here!" Remus wants her to come in his bedroom. He starts to cry, because his head is hurting him. He hears her slump to the ground, pounding on the door, and he hears his father's voice say wearily, "We love you Remus."