This fanfiction takes place in the Marauders era. It's glimpses of the most memorable moments or periods of the marauders' time at Hogwarts, most of which will be canon, but I also have some headcanons.

I'm using actual lunar charts from 1971-1978, so it fits 'reality' as well as possible.

This first chapter is mostly a recap of their lives and how they met and stuff, but I promise that we'll get to the more interesting part soon! :D

Please tell me what you think. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated! :3

Enjoy!


Remus Lupin was a werewolf.

He had been bitten shortly before his fifth birthday, meaning that he had been transforming into a monster once a month for a bit more than six years now.

He had a hard time remembering the time before the bite. Back when he had friends and playmates, didn't have scars of scratches and bite-marks all over his body and didn't have to worry about the phase of the moon.

Remus's father, Lyall Lupin, had been working in the ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. One day at work, he had met the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, who had been brought in to be questioned about the death of two Muggle children. Fenrir pretended to be a Muggle and fooled the members of the questioning committee, but not Lyall.

Lyall recognised Fenrir for a werewolf and told the committee, proposing that they kept Fenrir in detention during the next full moon.

The committee laughed at him. Angered, Lyall described werewolves as soulless and evil and said that they deserve nothing but death. He said all this in front of Greyback, who instantly held a grudge.

Greyback was released.

To get revenge, Greyback broke into Remus' room during the next full moon, turning Lyall's only child into a werewolf.

Lyall and his wife, Hope, were both devastated. Remus's childhood was all about hiding his condition from the world around him. He and his parents moved from town to town, whenever people became suspicious of the small, scarred, pale boy.

Remus wasn't allowed to play with other children, in case he let slip the truth of his condition. As a result, he was a very lonely child, who preferred to spend his days reading.

Remus' containment during the full moons became harder, as he grew. In the beginning a locked room and a silencing spell was enough, but with time he was able to knock down doors and smash windows, which meant that spells that was even more powerful were needed. In the end, they moved to a new house with a secure room in the basement that was able to keep Remus locked up throughout the full moon.

Lyall and Hope home-schooled Remus after a few tries of enlisting him into muggle schools. The teachers began suspecting child abuse because of Remus's scars and fresh wounds.

Remus had shown signs of magic and wanted nothing more than to attend a wizarding school, but he knew he couldn't. Werewolves weren't allowed.

However, a few weeks after Remus's eleventh birthday, someone knocked on the door.

Remus was in his room, reading as usual. He looked up, when he heard his father's voice addressing the visitor with a somewhat loud voice. Soon after he heard his mother gasp and say something as well.

Remus was curious, seeing as they rarely had visitors, so he quietly put his book down and tip-toed to his door, where he put his ear against the wood.

He could hear his parents' muffled voices, but he couldn't make out what they said. The stranger must have been speaking too low for Remus to hear anything.

Remus opened his door slowly and carefully made his way to the front door.

His parents was talking to a man with greying brown hair and beard. He was wearing an emerald green robe, clearly showing that he was a wizard.

"Oh, there is the young man." The man said calmly.

His parents turned around looking at him with rather startled faces, which made Remus uncomfortable.

The man turned out to be Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Remus was shocked to find that Dumbledore treated him completely normal, even though he knew of his condition.

His parents warily invited him in and they sat down in the living room, where Dumbledore began to explain the anti-werewolf rules the former headmasters had had. Remus almost dropped his jaw, when Dumbledore said he wanted to get rid of those rules, and let Remus attend Hogwarts.

While he was over the moon, his parents needed a bit of persuasion. Dumbledore explained that only a few of Remus's teachers and Madame Pomfrey the school nurse would be informed his condition. Then he began to talk about the safe place Remus could transform and the medical help he would receive.

His parents reluctantly agreed to let Remus attend Hogwarts after a long talk that lasted many hours.

Remus had never been as happy as he was in the moment they said yes.


Sirius Black had the purest blood in the wizarding world, which was something to be proud of, at least if you asked his family.

It was pure, without even a single drop of muggle-blood, dating back centuries, and so what if a few of his grandparents and great-grandparents were cousins? Did it really matter that his parents one day was going to choose his wife to make sure she was pure-blooded enough to continue the Black family tree? Wasn't it ok, that Sirius's life had been planned out before he was even born?

Sirius had grown up listening to his parents hate towards muggles, 'mudbloods' and other unnatural beings that infested the wizarding community. This hate was supposed to fill him too and make him like them, but it didn't. He was nothing like his parents as far as he was concerned. In fact, he hated them more than anything. He also hated the rest of the family, which was just as stuck up as his parents.


While Sirius and Remus both had their problems, James and Peter both came from nice families with no blood-purity issues and no big secret to keep.

James loved quidditch and always had the newest broom model, while Peter preferred to stay on the ground.


"All aboard!" the train conductor shouted out over the ocean of parents waving goodbye to their children, who was either in the train or jumping on it.

As the train set off the many of the students were hanging out of the windows waving goodbye. One of these students were Remus Lupin. His sandy brown hair was tossed around by the wind repeatedly obscuring his sight, as his parents slowly shrunk into the distance.

The 11-year-old Remus were nervous and almost downright scared. He had some nasty memories of witches and wizards discovering his secret – both adults and kids. The look of disgust or hate or even fear wasn't a stranger to him and he was afraid that his secret would get out. On top of this, he wasn't used to spending much/any time with other kids his age, so the thought of having to live and go to school with so many scared him.

As if all of this wasn't enough, the first full moon of his time at Hogwarts were only three days away! Today was Wednesday and the full moon was Saturday. He would have to lie about his sudden trip home, only days after the beginning of their first year. He was going to say that he had forgotten something important at home. Something that was too big or too important to be send with owl, something like a big stack of his schoolbooks or his wand.

Remus shared a compartment with two other first years, Peter Pettigrew and Frank Longbottom. While Peter looked just as nervous about coming to Hogwarts as Remus felt, Frank was super excited.

"Which house are you hoping for?!" Frank asked as the first thing after Remus stopped hanging out of the window and sat down.

"Um… I don't know. I don't really have a preference." Remus shrugged.

"Me neither, as long as it isn't Slytherin." Peter answered. Remus's father had told him that Slytherin was considered by many to be the most blood-fanatic and 'bad' house and that many of the bad witches and wizards that ended in Azkaban was from Slytherin.

Remus silently agreed with Peter, he wanted to do his best and prove that not all werewolves were bad and that he deserved to be in Hogwarts just like everybody else, so he guessed that becoming a Slytherin would send a bad signal.

"I'd love to be a Gryffindor!" Frank stated with a dreamy look, "I mean who doesn't want to be brave? Wouldn't it be brilliant? Although I guess Ravenclaw is cool too, but I don't think I'm smart enough for that." Franks talked quickly and didn't leave any time for the others to answer, but then he hesitated slightly, while looking at Remus, before carefully asking, "Uh, what happened to your face? I mean the scratches on your cheek."

Remus felt himself begin to pale, "Oh, no… nothing, it's just from… an accident that I had… um a long time ago." He stammered. Frank looked like he waited for him to explain further, so Remus continued, "I was 9, my father was making a potion, but I was curious and while he was looking the other way, I added something, although I don't really know what it was, and the potion exploded. The cauldron itself was torn into sharp shards and some of them hit me in the face." Of course Remus had expected to be questioned about his scars in his face – he could cover up the ones on the rest of his body – so he and his parents had made up a cover story. Remus hated lying, but it was necessary and he suspected that he would have to lie a lot during his time at Hogwarts.

"Why didn't you get the scars removed?" Peter asked confused.

"Apparently something about the potion made it impossible for the healers to remove the wounds, so…" Remus shrugged, "Hey, what about Hufflepuff? Wouldn't that be cool too?" he asked Frank in an attempt to change the topic. Frank took the bait and continued blabbering on about the houses.


In another compartment two other first years sat, James Potter and Sirius Black. They were merrily discussing Quidditch, as the train set off, when two others, a girl and a boy, entered the compartment.

"Hi I'm Lily Evans and this is Severus Snape," The red-haired girl smiled, "Can we sit here?"

"Sure, I'm Sirius and that's James," Sirius answered indifferently, before going back to discussing quidditch with James.

Lily and Snape sat down by the window and talked as well. After a while, James overheard Snape say that he wanted to be in Slytherin.

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James loudly asked Sirius with a chuckle, Sirius didn't smile though.

"My whole family have been in Slytherin," he said.

"Blimey and I thought you seemed all right!" James said surprised.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition." Sirius grinned, "Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!" James said, as he lifted an invisible sword, "Like my dad."

Snape, who was no longer talking with Lily, but instead glaring at James, snorted.

"Got a problem with that?" James asked challengingly, as he glared back at Snape.

"No," Snape replied with a superior look, "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy…"

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither? Sirius interrupted, causing James to laugh aloud.

Lily looked at James and Sirius in dislike, before standing up.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."

"Oh, are you leaving?" James chuckled, before trying to trip Snape as he passed.

"So immature," They heard Lily mutter angrily to Snape, before the door closed behind them.

James and Sirius continued laughing at Snape.


After the long train ride, the Hogwarts Express came to a screeching halt at Hogsmeade Station. The first years were lead to the lake, where they would sail to Hogwarts, while the older students drove in the horseless carriages.

After the sail, the first years were lead to the great hall in a big group of around 45 students.

James and Sirius were at the front of the group. Both were excited for the sorting, although James was confident that he would be sorted into Gryffindor.

Near the end of the group, Remus and Peter were. Remus had realized during the time in the Hogwarts Express that Peter was a somewhat slow and nervous boy. Remus had decided to help him if they were sorted into the same house.

A witch, probably in her thirties waited for them in front of the great hall's big oak doors with a scroll in her hand.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." The witch began, "I am professor McGonagall, the head of the Gryffindor house. In a few moments you will pass through these doors," She gestured to the doors behind her, "and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you will be sorted into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. While you're here, your house will be like your family." As she finished her speech, the doors to the great hall opened and the chattering of all the students gathered in the hall reached them. "The sorting ceremony will begin now, please follow me."

McGonagall turned around and walked into the great hall, followed by a line of nervous first years.

They were brought to a halt, as McGonagall stopped in front of the teachers' table, where a stool stood with an old-looking pointed hat on top.

"Can I have your attention please," Professor McGonagall called out to the student and the talking slowly stopped, "Thank you, now," she turned her attention to the first years in front of her, "I will call out your names one by one and place the sorting hat on your heads. Adams, Sarah."

A black-haired girl nervously sat on the chair and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. Only a few seconds went by, before the hat shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The great hall erupted into cheers, especially from the Hufflepuff table, where a few even stood up.

"Black, Sirius." McGonagall called, and the black-haired boy stepped forwards and sat down on the stool.

After only a few seconds, the hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"

In complete contrast to the reaction of Sarah Adams' soring, most of the students in the great hall were quite, some places – especially at the Slytherin table – gossiping whispers emitted, a Black had been placed in Gryffindor!

Sirius seemed surprised as well. He stayed seated for a few moments after professor McGonagall had removed the hat, before he smiled and got up to join the Gryffindor table, where most were clapping, although somewhat hesitantly.

A few more were sorted before McGonagall called on Lily Evans.

Lily stepped forwards with an excited look on her face and sat down on the stool.

After a few moments, the hat announced, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Lily smiled broadly, before joining the Gryffindor table. She sent Sirius a disapproving look, but otherwise ignored him.

Next up was a girl, who was sorted into Slytherin and then a boy to Hufflepuff, another Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, a Slytherin and another Ravenclaw.

Then a girl was sorted into Gryffindor, she happily joined the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Sirius and next to Lily, who instantly began to introduce herself to her.

Many others were sorted with only two more Gryffindors, before it was Frank Longbottoms turn.

The hat took its time, Franks expression was one of concentration and nervousness. Finally the hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"

While the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, a relieved Frank joined the table and sat down opposite Sirius.

"Lupin, Remus." McGonagall called.

The small, slightly trembling, boy sat down on the stool with a worried expression.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out after half a minute or so and everyone cheered, especially the Gryffindor table.

Remus quickly got up and hurried down to the Gryffindor table to get away from all the attention. He sat down next to Frank, who patted him on the back and congratulated him.

"Pettigrew, Peter."

This time the hat took a long time, Peters expression grew more and more worried, as the time dragged on and the students began to whisper about hat-stalling. In the end, after at least five or six minutes, the hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"

Peter practically jumped up from the stool, almost forgetting to return the sorting hat to professor McGonagall in his eagerness to get away from all the staring students.

Peter sat down at Remus's other side

"Potter, James."

James stepped forward with a confident smile, not even a trace of nervousness could be seen on his face.

He sat down and McGonagall placed the hat on his head, it had barely touched his hair, when the hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"

James's smile grew wider and he seemed to grow in all the attention and the cheers he was getting.

He bowed comically, before joining the Gryffindor table by sitting next to Sirius.

A few others were sorted, including two boys for Gryffindor, before McGonagall called on Severus Snape.

Like with James, the hat called out almost before it was properly on his head: "SLYTHERIN!"

Snape cast a longing look towards Lily by the Gryffindor table, while he went to the Slytherin table.

The group of unsorted first years had decreased to about five, whereas a boy and a girl went to Gryffindor, a boy to Slytherin and two girls to Ravenclaw.

As professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll, the students all began to talk, but only for a few moments, before professor Dumbledore silenced them all just by standing up.

"I have a few start-of-term-announcements!" He began, "but first I would like to congratulate all the first year on their new houses." This caused a round of applause, "I hope you will all like it here at Hogwarts. Now, I would like to remind you all that the forbidden forest is strictly forbidden to all students! The forest is, however, not the only thing you have to stay away from this year, over the summer a new rare tree was planted on the school grounds. Rare, but dangerous! It is called the Whomping Willow and it will attack anyone, who gets too close to it."

Remus looked at his hands in his lap, the Whomping Willow was there to protect his secret entrance to the Shrieking Shack and only he, Dumbledore and a few of the teachers knew it.

"Without further ado, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore ended on a happier note. Chattering began again, as the empty platters on the four long tables were filled with all kinds of food.

Sirius, James, Frank, Remus and Peter introduced themselves to each other and went on to talk about the school and their families. Lily also introduced herself to Frank, Remus and Peter, although she was still ignoring Sirius and especially James.

James and Sirius seemed to take a liking to Remus, and despite what Remus feared, they didn't ask about things he would rather not discuss, like the scars on his face and his childhood.

Frank was surely enjoying himself as well, he was talking to everyone, who wanted to listen, about everything, from his favourite Quidditch team to his dog, Rover.

As the feasts main course drew to an end, the roasted beef, sweet and mashed potatoes, gravy, ham and so on magically disappeared to be replaced with the desert. Again, the tables were filled to the brim, this time with ice cream, cakes and other sweets.

Although they were no longer hungry, the students filled their plates again.

By the end of the welcoming feast, they were all tired and full, as they followed the prefect, who was showing the first year Gryffindors their common room.

Many of the first years looked at the moving paintings in awe, while many others were more fascinated by the many moving staircases. They had to climb up the staircases to the seventh floor, where a portrait of a fat lady hang.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.

"Dragon dung."

The portrait swung open and the prefect stepped in followed by the first years.

The common room was a cosy room with a roaring fire and many red, stuffed armchair. In general, most things in the common room were crimson or gold. Above the fireplace, there was a big painting of a lion, which was sleeping in the moment.

"The password is changed every now and then, but it is very important that you remember it! Because if you don't, then you'll be locked out." The prefect explained, as the students gathered in front of him. "There are eight boys in this year group, so you will be split into two dormitories. Your things have already been brought up, so it has been decided for you who you will share with. The girls' dormitories are on the right and boys' are on the left."

The boys went up the spiral staircase to the left and looked into the first room they came to. "Hey this is me!" James said happily, when he saw his luggage by the foot of one of the beds. There were four beds, placed two and two opposite each other.

Sirius, Remus and Peter's things were in there as well, so they went in after him.

"Guess we're roomies!" James said enthusiastically.

"Great, I'm tired." Sirius yawned, as he threw himself onto his bed, which was standing across from James's.

"Tired?" James asked disbelieving, "It's no time to be tired! Aren't we going to talk all night and get to know each other?"

"You sound like a girl!" Sirius snickered into his pillow.

"I do not!" James said defensively, "Remus and Peter agree with me, right?" James asked hopefully.

Remus shrugged, "Sure, but school starts tomorrow, so…"

"Oh, you're not one of those school-loving Ravenclaw-types are you?" James interjected.

"Well… maybe," Remus went to his luggage in front of the bed, which stood next to James's and opposite Sirius's, and began to rummage through it to find his nightclothes.

"Yes he is. His trunk is filled with books." Sirius stated from his bed, where he was still lying, but had managed to lift his head to look up.

Remus closed his trunk again and pushed it under his bed.

"That's great, we could use someone smart to perfect our pranks!"

"Pranks?" Remus asked warily.

"Not on you… probably. Just in general, I mean, who doesn't love a good prank?" James laughed.

"The victim." Peter suggested from his bed, where he was searching for his nightclothes in his trunk as well.

"But as long as that isn't us." James shrugged, as he got up to follow Peter and Remus's example to find his pyjamas.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered, what was taking the sorting hat so long to sort you, Peter?" Remus asked curiously. He had been meaning to ask earlier, but the food and the other topics had distracted him.

"Oh… It wasn't sure on whether to put me in Gryffindor or… um… Hufflepuff." Remus had a feeling that he wasn't telling the complete truth, but he decided to let it slide, after all he had his own secrets and lies as well.

"Sirius, aren't you going to change? You gotta be kidding me, did you fall asleep already?" James asked, as he threw a pillow at Sirius, who was lying face down on his bed still fully dressed.

"Oi!" Sirius grumbled, as the pillow hit him, he sat up and glared at James.

"Could you throw it back?"

Sirius glared, took the pillow and threw it after James. It hit him hard in the face, almost knocking off his glasses.

"Hey!"

"Of course, no problem." Sirius laughed.

Remus shook his head with a low sigh, before he grabbed his toothbrush from his luggage as well and went to the bathroom.

"So… a Black?" James said after a while of silence, making the drowsy Sirius, who had once again decided to rest his eyes while lying on his bed, raise his head slightly.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Nothing, it's just that my parents have told me a bit about the Blacks… You know… Not so nice things… But I guess that you seem like a decent fellow,"

"Gee, thanks," Sirius muttered. Just then, Remus returned from the bathroom, having changed and brushed his teeth.

"And you haven't asked any of us about our blood status or something AND you were sorted into Gryffindor, which was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Your point being?"

"Well, you seem… less… um… pure-blooded than I would have expected from… you know…"

"Afraid of insulting my family?" Sirius snickered, "Don't be. Nasty, prejudiced, old-fashioned gits the whole lot of them."

"Surely, they can't all be that bad," Remus tried to sound encouraging.

"They are. Although, I guess… my little brother… isn't that bad… yet. He's becoming like them though, he's stupid really, getting tricked into believing their lies and…" Sirius suddenly looked up at the other three, who were all staring at him in surprise and concern. He looked like he had said more than he had wanted to and just stopped talking, as he began to change.

The others decided to drop the subject, instead James changed as well, as he and Peter went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Remus reached into his trunk, took out a book and began to read.

When James and Peter came back, Sirius went to the bathroom as well.

As if in a silent agreement both James and Peter went to bed – James having apparently lost the desire to stay up all night.

When Sirius came back, he too seemed more than willing to just flop down on his bed, which he did.

Remus read on for a while, although he had a hard time concentrating with the waxing gibbous moon peering in through the window. Reminding him of the upcoming Saturday.

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