Disclaimer:
None of the characters are mine (exception of Rene) and the places aren't mine, they all belong to the esteemed Jo Rowling. I won't type another Disclaimer again, because I have said it all here, but I'll let you know if I did miss anything out!
This story is being told from the point of view of a lady named Rene Montague, who has seen and experienced it all firsthand. Sometimes her viewpoint is not totally unbiased, but she had no reason to take a perspective view when she had been stabbed in the back by one of the people she really trusted.
Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you all think!
The making of history-part 1
The first day, what a nightmare.
I think the reason that we became friends was because we were all next to each other in the line of people to be sorted. First Lily (Evans), then myself (Montague) the Severus (Snape). None of us knew anyone at Hogwarts, all being only children and neither Lily or I came from Wizarding families.
Lily was a muggleborn, or if you wish to be crude, a mudblood, and had no magical experience whatever. Her parents were both muggles, and until the letter came when Lily turned 11, they had no idea that the world we live in existed, and that witchcraft and wizardry were nothing but old wives tales.
I had a wizard father, but he died when I was very young, and my mother took me back to her family (the Bolovniks) in Romania, where I was brought up. I think that I had better tell you now, to avoid any shocks later, that I am half vampire. Being half vampire is a lot more complicated than being pure blood, if you'll pardon the pun, but this is the long and the short of it. I can go out in the daylight but I get burnt very quickly, I cannot be near any religious artefacts, I am abnormally strong and I have a soft spot for Blood Lollipops, though I do not drink the blood of the living. Vampires feed on the blood of the living because they have none of their own, but I have a little. I do need to visit St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladities at least every two months for a blood transfusion to keep me going.
Severus was a pureblood wizard, and the Snape family was very well known and respected. They were also known, however, for turning out the most varied mix of people in one family you had ever seen. Whenever a Snape came to Hogwarts, it was anyone's guess which house they would be put into. There had never been a Snape where anyone could hazard more than a guess at where they would end up, and rumours were going around that the teachers had all placed bets on where Severus Othello Snape (II) would end up. These rumours were more or less confirmed when Professor McGonagall could be heard to gasp and Professor Dumbledore to smirk down the table at her on hearing the sorting hat shout "SLYTHERIN!".
We all sat together, and we became instant friends. We were inseparable from that day onwards, until our seventh year, but when 3 friends o close were split so maliciously is not important yet. What caused this spilt is what we must establish.
So, without further ado, onto the Marauders. How I will never forget Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs....
None of the characters are mine (exception of Rene) and the places aren't mine, they all belong to the esteemed Jo Rowling. I won't type another Disclaimer again, because I have said it all here, but I'll let you know if I did miss anything out!
This story is being told from the point of view of a lady named Rene Montague, who has seen and experienced it all firsthand. Sometimes her viewpoint is not totally unbiased, but she had no reason to take a perspective view when she had been stabbed in the back by one of the people she really trusted.
Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you all think!
The making of history-part 1
The first day, what a nightmare.
I think the reason that we became friends was because we were all next to each other in the line of people to be sorted. First Lily (Evans), then myself (Montague) the Severus (Snape). None of us knew anyone at Hogwarts, all being only children and neither Lily or I came from Wizarding families.
Lily was a muggleborn, or if you wish to be crude, a mudblood, and had no magical experience whatever. Her parents were both muggles, and until the letter came when Lily turned 11, they had no idea that the world we live in existed, and that witchcraft and wizardry were nothing but old wives tales.
I had a wizard father, but he died when I was very young, and my mother took me back to her family (the Bolovniks) in Romania, where I was brought up. I think that I had better tell you now, to avoid any shocks later, that I am half vampire. Being half vampire is a lot more complicated than being pure blood, if you'll pardon the pun, but this is the long and the short of it. I can go out in the daylight but I get burnt very quickly, I cannot be near any religious artefacts, I am abnormally strong and I have a soft spot for Blood Lollipops, though I do not drink the blood of the living. Vampires feed on the blood of the living because they have none of their own, but I have a little. I do need to visit St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladities at least every two months for a blood transfusion to keep me going.
Severus was a pureblood wizard, and the Snape family was very well known and respected. They were also known, however, for turning out the most varied mix of people in one family you had ever seen. Whenever a Snape came to Hogwarts, it was anyone's guess which house they would be put into. There had never been a Snape where anyone could hazard more than a guess at where they would end up, and rumours were going around that the teachers had all placed bets on where Severus Othello Snape (II) would end up. These rumours were more or less confirmed when Professor McGonagall could be heard to gasp and Professor Dumbledore to smirk down the table at her on hearing the sorting hat shout "SLYTHERIN!".
We all sat together, and we became instant friends. We were inseparable from that day onwards, until our seventh year, but when 3 friends o close were split so maliciously is not important yet. What caused this spilt is what we must establish.
So, without further ado, onto the Marauders. How I will never forget Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs....