A/N: Okay, so... I know a lot of people have done this, but... I was struck with sudden Marauder fever and HAD to write it. Here's my story of The Marauders, up until the bloody end of them all. Each chapter will be in one of their points of view as I see them. Thank you.
Chapter One ~ The Start (Sirius' POV)
"Now, don't forget – I want no letters of detentions, points taken from Slytherin – where you will be sorted, obviously – or anything of the sort. Do you understand, Sirius?" My mother must be a fool. Not that this would come as a surprise. I force a smile – more of my usual characteristic smirk or sneer – and tell her:
"Of course, Mum. I'll be a perfect little Snake just like Nacrissa and Andy." I with false brightness.
"You had better be. I don't want anyone to bring any more disgrace to the -"
"The Noble House of Black. Yeah, I got it, Mum. G'bye now." I interrupt her beginning of a rant and give a fake bow, which I can see makes her want to hit me, but before she can I'm dragging my trunk onto the train.
The compartments are mostly full, the odd seat here or there. I spot one in a compartment with about three third-year girls wearing bright yellow and black scarves and quickly walk past. Even if I don't mind the other houses as much as the rest of my family... Hufflepuff's are a bit too... soft.
Finally I find one with a boy my age, still wearing jeans and t-shirt. I slip inside gratefully and grin my sly grin. "Mind if I join you?"
I don't wait for an answer. Instead I shove my trunk up into the holding space and take a seat, lounging comfortably. The other boy is taller than me – no surprise, I haven't hit my growing spurt yet. He has messy black hair that sticks up in the back, and glittering brown eyes that are looking around with a curious air. I think I could like this guy – if he isn't an idiot or some lame bum.
"My name is James. James Potter." He says, extending a hand before I get a word out. I grin. Yes, this guy's probably okay.
"Sirius Black." I reply, and shake the offered hand. The doors slide open and a red-head girl sweeps in, shoving her trunk up and pressing herself into a seat close by the window. I don't have to be a genius to know she's crying – she's sniffling and making annoying whimper noises. "So, what do you suppose?"
"About what?" James looks at me, narrowing his eyes.
"Hogwarts, of course. What do you think about the school?" I roll my eyes. We've both somehow silently agreed to leave the girl alone.+
"I think it should be a right fun!" James says, and he grins. He's got a smile not unlike mine – sparked with mischief.
The doors slide open yet again, and this time its some greasy-haired boy our age. He ignores us and walks straight to the girl, touching her arm and talking to her, looking excited. The girl's upset because of her sister – she's a muggleborn, the only witch in the family.
"But we're going!" he says, and I can hear his excitement. No surprise there. He looks like one of those uncared-for boys, all skin and bones. He's already changed into his robes. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!" The girl looks at him this time, and I see she is really pretty, if you take away the puffy red eyes and sniffling nose. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of green. She smiles slightly.
"You'd better be in Slytherin." the boy says, smiling too now.
I haven't really been paying attention to them, maybe a glance since their conversation is kind of loud, but other than that James and I have been talking of Quidditch. At grease-head's words, though, James perks up "Slytherin?" he raises his eyebrows, probably trying not to laugh as he turns to me. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
I don't smile. "My whole family have been in Slytherin." I tell him. Well, its true. Tracing back as far as the Black family tree can see, its nothing but green and silver snakes.
"Blimey, and I thought you seemed alright!"
I can't help it – I smile. "Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"
He imitates lifting the sword. What a bloody idiot.
I like him.
"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart! Like my dad."
The grease-head snorts and we both turn to him.
"Got a problem with that?" James asks, and he pushes up his glasses.
"No." the boy says with a sneer. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy..."
I can't help it. "Where're you going, seeing as your neither?"
James laughs so hard I'm sure people three compartments over can hear us. The girl turns red, and the greasy-haired boy sniffs. "Come on, Severus. Lets find another compartment." she says, dragging down her trunk and turning for the door with her still-red nose in the air.
"Oooooo..." James and I seem to think along the same track, as we both imitate the girl. As Severus passes James juts out his leg, nearly tripping him. I hoot with delight.
"See ya, Snivellus!" I cry as the door slams.
The rest of the train ride is boring, with taunts tossed around from James to me, and back around, and half-way a girl telling us we should change into robes, to which we reply, "Robes? You mean, like the kind you wear after a bath?"
She looks annoyed at Jame's childishness and stalks off. Minutes later another boy, taller and skinny and pale, arrives, asking quietly to have a seat. Seems he was tired of being surrounded by girls- I realize he'd probably taken that seat with the 'Puffs.
We welcome him with open arms and lots of questions. His name is Remus Lupin. He doesn't care what house he's in. He looks tired, and I see some wicked scars across his face and neck, and vanishing down the neck of his robes. His hands and arms, visible as he lifts his trunk into the girl's old place, are also crisscrossed with scars. Is this guy some kind of knife fighter? I doubt it, he's so skinny and weak-looking. And scruffy. Yeah, scruffy. That's a good word to describe him. His hair is light colored, like sand, a sharp contrast to both mine and James'. His eyes are gold-brown.
"So, you play Quidditch?" The sport seems to be all James cares about. I roll my eyes and Remus glances up from where he's settled by the window with a book.
"Not really. Not a very good flier." he says. I shrug.
Then another girl – a prefect by the look of her – comes in and begins to scold us. Apparently we were "rude and impolite" to her friend, and fellow prefect. She's standing just outside the doorway, droning on about manners, when the door slams in her face and the screen comes down, blocking her furious face from view. I turn grinning at the sheer genius behind it, and see that Remus is tucking his wand into the pages of his book, still reading.
"This, men, is the start of a beautiful friendship." I tell them, crossing my arms behind my head and kicking my feet up.
A/N: Okay, so there's the first chapter! What do you think, Marauder lovers? Not my best, I don't think, but I had to shove in all of JK's conversation with Sev and Lilly for it to be accurate, ne? I don't own that, or the characters, obviously. Anyways, leave a review and I'll love you forever. As always, please review!
~~HikaKiti