Prologue

Pure-Blood Parties and Parks

Disclaimer for the rest of my story: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

(1967)

"Having to go to all these pure-blood reunions is driving me crazy," complained seven-year old Sirius Black as he stuffed another piece of cake in his already full mouth.

"I absolutely agree. I only come for the food and being able to perform more trouble. That and I have no other choice," agreed same aged James Potter.

"Tis it is a shame that we haven't been able to make more chaos than usual. Have you noticed Bella watching our every move?" asked Sirius.

"Yeah. I'm surprised she hasn't told us to stop eating the entire dessert section," replied James.

Indeed, the young adult Bellatrix Black was watching the two boys closely as they leaned against the food tables. Sirius and James had reluctantly been forced into suits for the occasion and whose hair had been combed down with magic. Sirius' mother had been successful in making his hair become slick and 'proper-looking'; James still had a ruffle of black hair which just loved to stick out in any way it could manage. His blue eyes shone from behind wire rimmed glasses. Sirius had a much difference appearance. Although his dark brown hair was normally as messed up as James', it was much longer and his grey eyes always has that mischievous look in them. Different as they may seem, James Potter and Sirius Black were the best of friends, and caused most of the trouble in both their prejudice pure-blood homes.

"Remember that room we found last time I was here?" questioned James.

"Oh, yeah, that," answered Sirius.

"Do ya want to take a better look at it?"

"Sure. But there might already be someone in there."

"So what if there is?"

Sirius shrugged. The two mischief makers glanced around to make sure Bellatrix had her attention elsewhere, then quietly slipped out the door and into the hall. Hanging along the wall were stuffed elf heads of which James gave a disgusted look.

"Can't your parents get rid of those horrid items?" asked James.

"I've tried to get rid of them myself actually, but there's some kind of enchantment on them so I can't get them off. I've asked Mum as well but she says it's some kind of Black tradition," Sirius then spoke in a high pitch voice to no doubt imitate his mother. "Of course we can't get rid of them! It's a Black tradition! To get rid of them would mean we were blood-traitors!" James snickered and Sirius modified his voice back to normal, "Although, I'd rather be called a blood-traitor than have those eyes following me every time I have to use the restroom in the middle of the night."

Without any manners, the two pushed past people until they reached the deserted stairs. Jumping two at a time, Sirius and James made it to the top and then started the maze through Sirius' house, the hidden 12 Grimmauld Place, which they were so familiar with. Turn after turn they made, some right, some left, before they reached the door in which they had discovered not a week before. Sirius reached for the handle.

(1969)

"Peter do the dishes! Peter clean the house! Peter sweep! Peter fold the clothes! Peter work! AND WITHOUT MAGIC!"

Stuff like this was what Peter Pettigrew had believed to be the only things his mother had said to him. After Mr. Pettigrew left their family the night after Peter was born, Mrs. Pettigrew's heart had hardened. She had never said a kind word since and spent most of her time drinking and ordering her son around. Peter had no choice but to do what she said since she had the power of a wand and he didn't. Growing up to resemble a plump rat, he didn't have any friends either. However, he did have one tiny spark of hope in his heart. That in two years he would be sent to Hogwarts, where he could leave his mother, his past, and this place he considered hell.

(1971)

"Remus! Remus! Look at what was just delivered in the mail!" Jennifer Lupin came bounding up to her brother who was currently swinging in a deserted park. She was clutching an envelope in her hand with emerald green ink. Jennie handed it to him and he read:

Mr. R. Lupin
Swinger on the Swings
Park on Kengs Dr.
LONDON

Jennie, who had been on the slides must have noticed the owl, who was currently flying away into the sky, before him as he had been dreaming (again), about what it was like to be normal. Remus ripped it open to reveal an official looking letter with the Hogwarts crest at the top. He gasped. This couldn't be it. Oh, but it was.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of
WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,
Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump,
International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagoll

Minerva McGonagoll
Deputy Headmistress

This is it, thought Remus, I'm going to Hogwarts. Now if I could only keep my secret safe.

Yes, Remus Lupin had a secret and is worse fear was that the wrong person would discover it. No, wait, I lied. His worse fear was the full moon.

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