Chapter one: Platform nine and three-quarters.

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It was just 10 o' clock at the first of September.

The early ones nervously made their way through the daily crowd that was filling the King's Cross station.

'Common mum!' a girl with a large brown cat, that lay lazily in her arms, squeaked.

'Don't worry honey' the women next to her answered, while pushing the trolley, on which lay a large trunk. 'the train won't leave in another hour, so we have plenty of time!'

Not one of the people, Muggles and wizards alike, noticed a little boy standing in the middle of the station with a large trunk beside him.
His long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and long strings of escaped hair covered his scarred face.
He wore old clothes that were in serious need of replacement, and his warm brown eyes stared at the place his father had just disappeared.
It was a good thing they were early, because his mother, as overprotective as she was, was having second thoughts and she and his father needed to be alone with each other to talk it out.
Remus had promised he would behave, and waited at the spot his parents had left him, until they would be back.

'oh I sure hope I'll get a hold on Margaret.' A large boy said, whom Remus could easily spot as a wizard. Not only because of the large trunk on the trolley he was pushing, nor the large brown owl that was asleep in a cage.
But most wizards are known for their lack of knowledge of how Muggles dress.
The kid's were normally better than the adult's, because they were often raised in a Muggle neighborhood.

He silently waited as the minutes ticked by, and trains came and went.
Then two girls heavily arguing caught his attention.

'I'm telling you Lily!' a rather skinny girl with blond curls yelled, 'You're a fool going to this school!'

They were walking behind two adults whom were probably their parents, and were pushing one heavy trolley, with a trunk on it. and they didn't notice their daughters argue, or pretended not to.

'A fool am I?" the girl named Lily answered. Her red hair wasn't curly like her sisters but rather flat. 'Then why do I remember a certain girl who begged the headmaster to also be allowed to Hogwarts?'

'I didn't beg!' the girl yelled, her cheeks turning red.

'please mister Dumbeldore sir, I realy realy realy want to go to Hogwarts to, like my sister. Please sir I'd do anything!' Lily said teasingly, mimicking her sisters voice.

'Fine!' her sister spat 'be a freak!' and with that she ran foreword to walk next to her mother.

'oh save it Petunia!' Lily said. 'I can't help it if you're jealous!'
when her sister didn't answer she continued.

'It's not like I'm the one who hated me because I'm a wizard and you're not!'

The girl named Petunia ignored her, and walked till they were out of his sight.

Remus sighted and looked at the big clock just to his right.
He had half a hour left, his parents had better hurry.

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'Common dad hurry! I wanna see the train.'

A boy with black hair that sat untidy on his head, almost ran ahead of his parents.
His glasses nearly fell of his nose when he tripped over a bag of an old lady.

'James say you're sorry!' His mother insisted, but James had already ran of.
'I swear that boy's trouble all over the world.'

Her husband just laughed while he pushed his son's trolley.
'do You remember that trick he once put on—'
glancing at the look his wife gave him, he decided not to finish his sentence.

"James wait for us!' he called to his son instead.

They walked together now, through King's Cross station, barely keeping their son out of trouble.

When they had almost reached the wall between platform nine and ten, they realized James was no longer with them.

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'Hello who are you?'

Remus looked up, and saw that a handsome boy with black hair and glasses was staring at him.

" Remus Lupin. Who are you?'

"James Potter at you're service!" the boy said and he walked over to Remus and sat on the ground beside him.

For a moment they just sat there, not talking.

Then James ended the silence.

'So, Hogwarts huh?'

Remus lifted up his head at once and stared into James's eyes.

'you can tell?' he asked unsure.

'My dear boy, you're sitting in the middle of king's cross station, in old Muggle clothes and with a very large trunk beside you.' He smirked

'oh.' Remus said confused, then he smiled 'I guess that would cover it, but still you couldn't be sure.'

James just grinned. ' no but if you were a Muggle you'd just think I'm crazy so what's to lose?'

Remus just laughed and rubbed the scar on his head unconsciously.

James wondered where he'd got that, but decided not to ask. Instead he said;

'so why are you sitting here all alone?'

'I could say the same of you.' Remus said, but when James didn't react he added 'my mum and dad are talking about….something. they will be back soon.'

'Let me guess.' James said 'To worried to let you go?'

Remus just glared at him.

'most parents are like that you know.' Then he scrawled 'speaking of parents, I gotta go, my mum must be worried sick.'

With that he quickly stood up and started to walk to his parents, when he thought better and turned to Remus.
"so I'll see you on the train ok?'

The boy smiled and nodded his head.

'if I'll ever make it.' he added laughing.

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'Mum please just stop it will you?' A boy with a bored handsome face, and long black hair, walked towards the wall between platform 9 and ten.
He was pushing a trolley.

'Not until you listen to me young boy!' a rather hysteric looking woman said.

'Mum, you've told me about a million times.' The boy said. 'Don't hang out with Muggleborns. Make sure you'll go to Slythering, don't blow up a teacher on your first day of school.'

'And I mean it Sirius!'

'I'll do it the second day.' He mumbled.

'what did you say!' his mother almost yelled.

"Relax mum, I said I'll make friend before the second day.' Sirius lied.

'Good, but make sure they are—'

' Yeah, yeah, purebloods. Don't worry mum, I'll hang out with the right guys for me.'

His mother seemed satisfied because she didn't bring the subject up until Sirius was about to board the train.

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'mum I'm scared.'

A little boy was clanging unto his mother as they walked through King's cross station.
Although he was eleven years old he didn't look like it;
He was rather short, and had a bit of an overweight. His sandy hair lay flat on his head, and his small watery eyes looked panicked.

"You have absolutely no reason to be scared my dear.' His mother said reassuring.

'but what if they don't like me?' The boy said, not even trying to keep his voice steady.

His mother stopped and looked into her little boy's eyes.

"Peter, anyone would be a fool not to like you. You're my little boy, and it hurts me so much to let you go. But when I went to this school it was the best time of my life. So I know it's worth it. I'm absolutely sure that you'll make friend right away.
When you go into the train, look up a compartment with a few nice looking boys in it, and I'm sure you'll be friends.'

Peter looked a little less panicked, but he still clung on his mother.

'what if they tease me?'

'Then you'll go to your head and tell him, ok dear?' His mother said. 'so Peter here we are.'

Peter blinked and looked to the spot where his mother was pointing to.

'It's a wall.'

His mother sighted and shacked her had. 'Peter, Peter, Peter. Do you never pay any attention at all! Just a wall.'

With that she took his hand and they walked through it.

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'James never scare us like that again!'

'But mum he was sitting there al alone!'

'your mother is right son. You must stay with us when you're here.'

The three of them were walking on platform nine and three-quarters. James looked around him to al the fathers and mothers saying goodbye to their children.
He saw a red headed girl arguing with her sister, a boy with a very large nose and black hair that fall alongside his face, was standing a few passes behind them.

James looked into his eyes for one second, and the cold blackness in them gave him the shivers.
He immediately decided he didn't like him. What was he doing? Spying on the girl?

He and his parent walked alongside the train and looked for an empty compartment.

After a while James stopped and said he'd saw one with just one kid in it.

'it's ok mum I don't need one for my self or something.' James said as he tried to pull his heavy trunk in the train.

He couldn't do it and the trunk was about to fall of the train on top of him, when someone in the train pulled at the trunk and it smoothly went through the door.

'thanks.' James said as he swept away the sweat on his forehead.

'no problem.' A boy with long black hair gave him a grin and pushed a string of hair that fell along his face back.

James stepped into the train and followed the boy, dragging his trunk with him.

When the boy entered his compartment, James saw no one else was there.

'is it ok if I sit here to?' he asked, and already started to pull his trunk in.

'seems like I have no choice.' The boy said and helped him with his trunk.

'James potter.' James said when they were done, and he held out his hand.

The boy took it and said 'Sirius, Sirius Black.'

'Sirius!'

'James!'

'What now mum?' they said together. Then they grinned at each other.

'parents.' James said as he rolled his eyes.

'tell me about it.' Sirius said and they left the train to say goodbye to their family.

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And that was the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll update the next chapter as soon as I can.

The Marauders belong to J.K Rowling (yeah like I would own them...)

and I would like to thank my friend, Jo.

You've really helped me :)