The Ultimate Prequel
Introduction, and author's notes
All right, the first part you will be reading is actually in the middle of the story that I have had in my head for the past year and a half. It involves the entire school history with some bits before and after the Marauders era. If I ever get it all written, not to mention uploaded, the narration will have James Potter telling of the events from the time he was five, until he was nine years old. This involves how he met Sirius, and some other things that will shape the actions and choices he made in his later life. The second narration by Remus, it goes from the year before everyone went to school to the third year. The major focus is of how Remus actually got accepted into Hogwarts, and how the others found about his being a werewolf, and their decision and preliminary work of being animagi. The next narrative is by Peter. It shows mainly the beginning of the rise of Voldemort, and the end of the Marauder's Animagi quest. I also have big plans for a little bit of Peter becoming immersed in the dark arts, and a little school time betrayal. The final part of the story is divided in between Sirius and Lily. Sirius's points focus on the Marauder's map and the infamous Snape incident. Lily's focus on her and James, how they became involved will b featured in her sections. Those will rotate depending on who I want to do what. Either way I actually have to put it down on the paper, and then in cyberspace.
Due to the lack of seven books, I had to make up a humongous portion of the magic, and minor characters in the books, such as Lily's friends and the names of other students. I have tried to be as faithful as possible to the books and the characters. I have tried, in all this to keep the minor characters, well, minor. Also, there are several footnotes in my story, I will put them in {} as there is no real place to put them at the bottom. I tried to use the British diction wherever possible ( i.e. timetable=schedule), though as I am an American author, all my spellings and punctuation will be as such. Finally, I apologize for my story being very slow. It is meant to be the length of about a Goblet of Fire, so I write twenty-six pages in my pre-calc notebook, and only two days have passes. That's the way it is.
The part you will be reading begins a third of the way through Remus's story. It begins the morning of the first day of classes.
What I should have written, though I started, but didn't: At about age three, Remus Lupin was bitten by a werewolf at a family gathering when he and his brother Romulus decided to play tag in the woods on a full moon. His younger twin brother survived. Unbeknownst to him, his father has taken him off the school lists. Furious, Remus wrote to every headmaster in Europe requesting admission. Professor Dumbeldore, admissions director and deputy headmaster of Hogwarts said he would have taken him, but Dippet, the current headmaster would not allow it. Dumbledore did concede that Dippet was ill, and he would be most likely receiving his job next year. If Remus would wait a year behind, it would give Dumbledore time to work out a safe solution for him to attend, and he would get in. Remus consented. A year later he has gone to school. He was sorted into Gryffindor house, along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Lily Evans. Peter Pettigrew and Severus Snape are both in Slytherin. It is the morning after the Welcoming feast.
Remus
When I woke up, I wasn't quite sure where I was. The sun was shining through an unfamiliar set of scarlet curtains surrounding my bed. I sat up, then I layed back down again.
"My God," I said, "I'm at Hogwarts." It was then that the truth of this hit me. For the next four months, I would be here, and I couldn't see my mum or dad. For the next four months, I wouldn't be sleeping in my own bed… {somebody's going home for Christmas…}
I don't think I've never not slept in my own anywhere but there before in my life, with the exception of the crib. I'd never even thought of that when I left. I'd always just thought of learning magic and all that.
The sudden movement of curtains shocked me out of my reverie. Apparently the other boys in the dormitory were awaking too. I got out of my bed and got a good look at the the dormitory. It was a narrow room comtaining five fancy four-poster beds. Each had a small dresser near there in addition to the trunks that had been brought up.{I added that before I remembered about them all having trunks. I decided not to take this sentence out because it is impossible to live neatly out of only a trunk the size of a foot locker. I've been to Girl Scout camp for only five days, and it was horrible. The dressers stay! :-P} By the window there was a pitcher with a water jug on a small fine table. It didn't SEEM such a bad place to spend the next four months.
All of a sudden the larger of the two black haried kids in the dormitory, the one with out the glasses- Sirius- had just jumped out of his four poster, which happened to be next to mine.
"That dresser's mine," he said.
"Pardon?" I said.
"That dresser's mine. You get the one on the other side of your bed,' he repeated.
I looked. It didn't even occur to me. Then again, I hadn't started to unpack.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I didn't realize I was in your way. At my house my bed's against the wall, and I've always gotten up on the left," I replied truthfully and nervously. This kid could flatten me. "I'm just too surprised to actually be here."
Sirius seemed taken aback. Later I would find that he thought my most distinctive quality was that I would be completely polite, even when someone was about to pick a fight with me. "It IS unreal. After all, my whle life it's been Hogwarts this and Howarts that. I'm just happy it's my time to come," he said.
"I'd say it is excellent being here," a voice cut in. It was Sirius's black haired buddy, James. "The food is superb, and this place is even cooler than the house I lived in before I moved to London, but you're here because you've a right to be here. You're magic. You're here. What else is there?" {HEY! That rhymes. Trust James to say something like this.}
That statement struck me greatly. These boys, like my brother, and for a time, myself, had been on Hogwarts' list since they'd been born. There had been no doubt. IT was something they took for granted, their educations. For me it was a privilege, to them, a right. This would later prove itself among them for the rest of their lives. Why they were always so daring. They didn't have to worry about what I had to worry about, being a werewolf and all. None of the ever, or would ever feel that the world was watching, that they knew their most horrid secret, when it really was just my housemaster, the headmaster and the matron. None of them ever felt that they were all alone, being constantly judged for words.
"Well?" It was James. Apparently I'd been standing there dumb.
"N-nothing ," I replied, looking at my feet.
James walked away, and I heard the sound of a trunk being opened. Sirius cleared his throat and I walked to the other side of the bed to my trunk. I took out my uniform and my wand. I was about to take my nightshirt off when I realized that unlike last night, the room wasn't so dark. The other boys might see the tags I was required to wear by ministry law on a chain. I knew the ministry could tell if I took it off, like they could when underage wizards performed magic outside of school. I'd never thought much of it before, just worn them under my shirt for as long as I could remember.
I stood still for a very long time, until I remembered that girls' trick where you changed your shirt without showing your chest. By that time, Sirius and James had left. The other two boys, I discovered, had risen earlier. I was all alone.
I left the dormitory and went. Fortunately a late-rising prefect was just going down to breakfast, and he helped me find the way, showing me a shortcut.
When I arrived in the Great Hall, most students had finished their breakfasts. There was one lone owl circling the sky of the hall. I recognized it as my family's owl, Hera. She swooped down on me as soon as I had put my foot through the doorway. Heads turned and several students laughed. Embarrassed, I took the letter and Hera flew off.
Almost as quickly, Professor McGonagall swooped down on me.
"Your timetable…" McGonagall paused. She seemed as if my name was on the tip of her tongue.
"Remus Lupin," I supplied. An odd expression appeared on her face. "Thank you, Professor." I smiled. I would finally get to see what classed I would be taking today.
Professor McGonagall Looked at me for a few seconds. She seemed to realize who I was, or rather what I was. She stared a moment, and then as an apology, because it seemed as she had to say something, she said, "I will see you on Tuesday."
I looked down at my timetable. I would have History of Magic and Herbology today, Monday, charma and Transfiguration on Tuesday, more of it on Wednesayd, then Astronomy at midnight. Thursday, I had Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and on Friday morning, more Potions. I got Friday afternoons off.
To be continued.
Please review. I don't mind negative comments, so long as you tell me what you didn't like. I want to make my work better, and I don't know you so write away!
Introduction, and author's notes
All right, the first part you will be reading is actually in the middle of the story that I have had in my head for the past year and a half. It involves the entire school history with some bits before and after the Marauders era. If I ever get it all written, not to mention uploaded, the narration will have James Potter telling of the events from the time he was five, until he was nine years old. This involves how he met Sirius, and some other things that will shape the actions and choices he made in his later life. The second narration by Remus, it goes from the year before everyone went to school to the third year. The major focus is of how Remus actually got accepted into Hogwarts, and how the others found about his being a werewolf, and their decision and preliminary work of being animagi. The next narrative is by Peter. It shows mainly the beginning of the rise of Voldemort, and the end of the Marauder's Animagi quest. I also have big plans for a little bit of Peter becoming immersed in the dark arts, and a little school time betrayal. The final part of the story is divided in between Sirius and Lily. Sirius's points focus on the Marauder's map and the infamous Snape incident. Lily's focus on her and James, how they became involved will b featured in her sections. Those will rotate depending on who I want to do what. Either way I actually have to put it down on the paper, and then in cyberspace.
Due to the lack of seven books, I had to make up a humongous portion of the magic, and minor characters in the books, such as Lily's friends and the names of other students. I have tried to be as faithful as possible to the books and the characters. I have tried, in all this to keep the minor characters, well, minor. Also, there are several footnotes in my story, I will put them in {} as there is no real place to put them at the bottom. I tried to use the British diction wherever possible ( i.e. timetable=schedule), though as I am an American author, all my spellings and punctuation will be as such. Finally, I apologize for my story being very slow. It is meant to be the length of about a Goblet of Fire, so I write twenty-six pages in my pre-calc notebook, and only two days have passes. That's the way it is.
The part you will be reading begins a third of the way through Remus's story. It begins the morning of the first day of classes.
What I should have written, though I started, but didn't: At about age three, Remus Lupin was bitten by a werewolf at a family gathering when he and his brother Romulus decided to play tag in the woods on a full moon. His younger twin brother survived. Unbeknownst to him, his father has taken him off the school lists. Furious, Remus wrote to every headmaster in Europe requesting admission. Professor Dumbeldore, admissions director and deputy headmaster of Hogwarts said he would have taken him, but Dippet, the current headmaster would not allow it. Dumbledore did concede that Dippet was ill, and he would be most likely receiving his job next year. If Remus would wait a year behind, it would give Dumbledore time to work out a safe solution for him to attend, and he would get in. Remus consented. A year later he has gone to school. He was sorted into Gryffindor house, along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Lily Evans. Peter Pettigrew and Severus Snape are both in Slytherin. It is the morning after the Welcoming feast.
Remus
When I woke up, I wasn't quite sure where I was. The sun was shining through an unfamiliar set of scarlet curtains surrounding my bed. I sat up, then I layed back down again.
"My God," I said, "I'm at Hogwarts." It was then that the truth of this hit me. For the next four months, I would be here, and I couldn't see my mum or dad. For the next four months, I wouldn't be sleeping in my own bed… {somebody's going home for Christmas…}
I don't think I've never not slept in my own anywhere but there before in my life, with the exception of the crib. I'd never even thought of that when I left. I'd always just thought of learning magic and all that.
The sudden movement of curtains shocked me out of my reverie. Apparently the other boys in the dormitory were awaking too. I got out of my bed and got a good look at the the dormitory. It was a narrow room comtaining five fancy four-poster beds. Each had a small dresser near there in addition to the trunks that had been brought up.{I added that before I remembered about them all having trunks. I decided not to take this sentence out because it is impossible to live neatly out of only a trunk the size of a foot locker. I've been to Girl Scout camp for only five days, and it was horrible. The dressers stay! :-P} By the window there was a pitcher with a water jug on a small fine table. It didn't SEEM such a bad place to spend the next four months.
All of a sudden the larger of the two black haried kids in the dormitory, the one with out the glasses- Sirius- had just jumped out of his four poster, which happened to be next to mine.
"That dresser's mine," he said.
"Pardon?" I said.
"That dresser's mine. You get the one on the other side of your bed,' he repeated.
I looked. It didn't even occur to me. Then again, I hadn't started to unpack.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I didn't realize I was in your way. At my house my bed's against the wall, and I've always gotten up on the left," I replied truthfully and nervously. This kid could flatten me. "I'm just too surprised to actually be here."
Sirius seemed taken aback. Later I would find that he thought my most distinctive quality was that I would be completely polite, even when someone was about to pick a fight with me. "It IS unreal. After all, my whle life it's been Hogwarts this and Howarts that. I'm just happy it's my time to come," he said.
"I'd say it is excellent being here," a voice cut in. It was Sirius's black haired buddy, James. "The food is superb, and this place is even cooler than the house I lived in before I moved to London, but you're here because you've a right to be here. You're magic. You're here. What else is there?" {HEY! That rhymes. Trust James to say something like this.}
That statement struck me greatly. These boys, like my brother, and for a time, myself, had been on Hogwarts' list since they'd been born. There had been no doubt. IT was something they took for granted, their educations. For me it was a privilege, to them, a right. This would later prove itself among them for the rest of their lives. Why they were always so daring. They didn't have to worry about what I had to worry about, being a werewolf and all. None of the ever, or would ever feel that the world was watching, that they knew their most horrid secret, when it really was just my housemaster, the headmaster and the matron. None of them ever felt that they were all alone, being constantly judged for words.
"Well?" It was James. Apparently I'd been standing there dumb.
"N-nothing ," I replied, looking at my feet.
James walked away, and I heard the sound of a trunk being opened. Sirius cleared his throat and I walked to the other side of the bed to my trunk. I took out my uniform and my wand. I was about to take my nightshirt off when I realized that unlike last night, the room wasn't so dark. The other boys might see the tags I was required to wear by ministry law on a chain. I knew the ministry could tell if I took it off, like they could when underage wizards performed magic outside of school. I'd never thought much of it before, just worn them under my shirt for as long as I could remember.
I stood still for a very long time, until I remembered that girls' trick where you changed your shirt without showing your chest. By that time, Sirius and James had left. The other two boys, I discovered, had risen earlier. I was all alone.
I left the dormitory and went. Fortunately a late-rising prefect was just going down to breakfast, and he helped me find the way, showing me a shortcut.
When I arrived in the Great Hall, most students had finished their breakfasts. There was one lone owl circling the sky of the hall. I recognized it as my family's owl, Hera. She swooped down on me as soon as I had put my foot through the doorway. Heads turned and several students laughed. Embarrassed, I took the letter and Hera flew off.
Almost as quickly, Professor McGonagall swooped down on me.
"Your timetable…" McGonagall paused. She seemed as if my name was on the tip of her tongue.
"Remus Lupin," I supplied. An odd expression appeared on her face. "Thank you, Professor." I smiled. I would finally get to see what classed I would be taking today.
Professor McGonagall Looked at me for a few seconds. She seemed to realize who I was, or rather what I was. She stared a moment, and then as an apology, because it seemed as she had to say something, she said, "I will see you on Tuesday."
I looked down at my timetable. I would have History of Magic and Herbology today, Monday, charma and Transfiguration on Tuesday, more of it on Wednesayd, then Astronomy at midnight. Thursday, I had Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and on Friday morning, more Potions. I got Friday afternoons off.
To be continued.
Please review. I don't mind negative comments, so long as you tell me what you didn't like. I want to make my work better, and I don't know you so write away!