Beginnings

By InLoveWithLupin

Characters- Moony (Remus Lupin), Padfoot (Sirius Black), and Prongs (James Potter)

Time Period- MWPP Letters to Hogwarts

Not-Yet-Dubbed-Moony

11-year-old Remus Lupin stared at the letter in his hands. The letter he would have never imagined, not in his wildest dreams, he would receive. He shook his sandy-blond hair out of his sky-blue eyes, wincing slightly as the fringe scraped his cut on his forehead from the last full moon. "Dear Mister Lupin," he read aloud, the parchment shaking in his hands. "We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"

Remus wiped tears of sheer joy out of his eyes as a smile flowed onto his moderately scarred face. "Mum, Dad!" he called, "I'm going to Hogwarts!"

No-One-Cares-About-Wormtail

(I hate you. You hate me. I'm glad you're not family!)

Soon-To-Be-Padfoot

Sirius Black stared out the window of his bedroom into the darkened square of Number 12 Grimmuald Place. Today was his eleventh birthday, but he couldn't care less that his family didn't care one bit. Hogwarts... he thought, a slight smile coming on his lips. I'll be able to get away the rest of the Blacks, free of their prejudice beliefs, free of the propriety and elegance of about all pureblood families, free to make friends who were not forced upon him. Free of the crap in general!

There it was! The owl! That little brown dot coming towards the door carried his letter, his ticket to freedom! "Sirius," Mother screeched. "We're going to Diagon Alley; get down here this instant, you insolent brat!" He smiled again. Free…

Gonna-Be-Prongs

James Potter slid down the banister of the immense Potter Manor, grinning broadly. "ELEVEN!" he screamed as he landed roughly at the bottom. His Mum smiled at him from the hall, holding a letter in her hand and a brown barn owl on her shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, James," she laughed as he hastily grabbed his letter, and read through the traditional script. She wiped a tear away as his father came into the hall and placed a hand around her shoulders. "Our Jamesy is growing up, Harold." James promptly fell flat on his face. Unperturbed, he got up and continued his antics, screaming the Hogwarts song at the top of his lungs. Twinkle and Cookie, the Potter's House Elves, came out of the kitchen, asking if they should call St. Mungo's for James' brain.