Disclaimer:- The characters, locations and the original plot belongs to J. K. Rowling. We don't claim any profits from this fanfiction. Here, we present a canon supportive story of the war against Lord Voldemort, beginning from Lily and Marauders' first year and all the events that take place right Till The Scar.
CHAPTER 1: THE CRASH THAT NEVER CAME
On the first of September dawned a sunny autumn day. By 10 o'clock the King's Cross station was filled with its usual crowd of jostling people. Some were walking (almost lazily), some ran to catch their trains and some stood whispering and pointing at a rather curious a group of people wearing emerald green and purple cloaks. Many ignored them; a few passed by giving strange looks and even less stopped to have a closer look. They dismissed it as some weird kind of fashion (if that was possible), and started down their own path.
But one girl, not more than eleven, stood stock still before the barrier separating the platforms 9 and 10. She had fiery red hair, emerald green eyes and a beautiful face which was torn between panic and excitement. That was Lily Evans.
"Oh God, Lily! I'm telling you it's not going to work." said another girl who had a horse-like face, long neck and curly blonde hair.
"But Tuney, the Diagon Alley worked! There must be some way. Let me figure it out." saying this Lily fell deep in thought. Even though she had contradicted her sister, Petunia, a small doubt began finding its way into her head. What if all this was just a dream? Or a hallucination, perhaps? She shook her head and reminded herself of the trip to Diagon Alley. This is going to be fine. Severus wouldn't lie to me,she kept repeating to herself.
A gentle hand upon her shoulder jolted her from her reverie. She turned to look into the smiling face of her father. He gave her an encouraging smile and all her doubts vanished. With one hand clasped tightly around her father's and the other pushing the trolley, she broke into a run towards the barrier with her father in tow. She was going to crash, she knew it. She was going to crash and get a bump on her forehead, a prize for being stupid enough to believe in Severus and that goddamned letter.
She ran, ran and just ran… where was the crash?
Lily opened her eyes without realizing that she had closed them to see a magnificent scarlet engine on the platform Nine And Three Quarters. I have done it! She turned to her father who stood just as amazed, his face beaming with pride and joy. He went back to bring Petunia and her mother onto the platform, while Lily stared at her surroundings with sheer wonder etched upon her face.
WHAM! So here's the crash, Lily thought as she toppled onto the floor, a boy following her suit. Lily looked beside her to find a guy with messy jet-black hair, round glasses, hazel eyes and a lopsided grin that seemed to be plastered permanently upon his face.
"Watch your step, will you?" Lily said angrily.
"Ow! That hurt!" said the boy. It was hard to tell whether he was referring to the crash or her words.
"Well?" Lily prompted.
"Er, what?" he asked confusedly.
"Apologize!" Lily ordered.
"What for?" that grin was back.
"You crashed into me for your kind information!"
"Well I was walking and you stood in my way! It's you who should be apologizing for standing here as if you were petrified."
"As if I were what?" Lily asked distractedly. He gave her a haughty look and walked past her without an explanation. She was tempted to go after him to teach him a lesson but instead stomped her foot venting out her anger. Her father would be coming any time now and she couldn't get separated from them. This was a strange place after all. And that feeling of excitement returned. I'm going to Hogwarts! She thought gleefully.
James Potter was never of the type to get angry with crashes such as these but this girl in particular infuriated him. The nerve of her to ask him to apologize! How dare she? He thought while moving through the train to find an empty compartment. He found one somewhere near the middle of the train. He settled down and took a peek out of the window and saw the same girl he'd bumped into. She was again arguing, this time with another girl. I guess that runs in her blood, James thought. He looked further along the platform to find a boy with curtains of greasy black hair staring at the same girl. The boy walked towards the girl and began speaking to her in a low voice. Meanwhile the other girl (which he presumed was her sister) turned to her mother saying, "… that awful boy…" James, thinking that she was talking about him, felt a ripple of anger and wondered whether he should hex her…
"Hello there," The compartment doors slid open to reveal a boy with grey eyes, shoulder length dark hair and a mischievous smile. Something told James that he was to be best friends with this guy. He sat down opposite James extending one hand in greeting while the other ruffled his long dark hair.
"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black! And you are?" he asked.
James shook Sirius' hand while saying, "James Potter."
"I have a feeling that you've been up to something sneaky." He stated simply.
"You got that right." said Sirius, grinning.
"Well?"
"Er, the Slytherins got into a tight spot with me and I helped them out." Sirius replied innocently.
"And how exactly did you help them out?"
"Might've hexed a few, punched some and I definitely kicked one atleast!"
"Er, punched?" James asked in confusion. He had never heard of wizards kicking and punching while dueling.
"Quidditch reflexes," Sirius replied, waving a hand nonchalantly, "I'm just a built for the Beater."
"Which broom have you got?" James asked eagerly, "I'm desperately waiting for the Cleansweep 2 to come out."
"I'm still riding a Comet 280." said Sirius, his face falling a little.
As James was about to reply the compartment doors slid open yet again. In came, a sandy haired boy in shabby clothes and a wary look in his eyes.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked politely.
"Only if you don't bite me." said Sirius mockingly.
The boy stiffened. An odd closed look appeared upon his face. Was that hurt or fury? He turned to leave but James grabbed his arm and pushed him unceremoniously onto the seat. "Don't mind this idiot,"he said,"I'm James potter, by the way."
"I'm Remus Lupin." said the boy in a dignified voice.
"Funny name, that!" Sirius piped up, "I'm the would-be Minister for Magic, Sirius Black- the great!"
James laughed out and even Remus couldn't help chuckle a bit. And with that began a saga of friendship.