AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't seen many Marauder Stories out there, so I'd like to add to the lists. Travel back in time in the Wizarding world before Harry Potter, to his parents' time at Hogwarts. This is where the name Mira Stelloc first came from. :P Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: REMY

My name was Mira Stelloc and I was eleven years old. Ever since I was little, I'd shown remarkable powers, and my parents didn't even try to hide what I was from me; a witch. They told me that when I was eleven, I would get a letter accepting me into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but until then I would go to public school. I had finally turned eleven so we were moving houses; so that I could be closer to the Wizarding world then I had been before.

"Mommy, when do I get my letter?"

"Mira, you'll get it when you get it." She replied as we drove along in the car.

"I want it now."

"Honey, stop whining." My Daddy said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

"I bet Voldemort didn't have to wait this long." I muttered crossing my arms over my chest, and slumping down in the backseat. "Are we there yet?"

"No, we're not." Daddy told me. "And don't say that name."

"What, Voldemort?"

Daddy and Mommy shuddered.

"Are we there now?" I asked a minute later.

"No, sweetie." Mommy replied.

"What about now?"

"Still no."

"What abo—"

"Don't you have a book to read?"

My eyes lit up. "You're right! Thanks Daddy!"

I could hear my parents audibly sigh with relief. I was pretty sure they couldn't wait for me to go to Hogwarts. I got annoying when I was bored. I pulled 'The Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes' out of my knapsack to get my mystery fix, and we sat in silence for the rest of the drive, except when I'd let out a giggle because of something Holmes said to Watson about human nature.

"Mira are you listening?"

"Sorry Mommy, what did you say?"

"I tried to tell you that we're here."

"Groovy. Sorry. I tune things out when I read."

My parents looked at each other, and then at me. "We know." They said in unison.

"So this is it?" I asked staring up at our new house.

They nodded.

"Do you like it?" Daddy asked.

"Of course I do! It's like all Victorian and mysterious. What's the catch?"

"Well it's close to the Platform—"

"So it'll be faster for you to get rid of me—"

"And when we inspected it, we put certain enchantments around it…"

Honestly I was way too curious for an eleven year old, about to get her letter from Hogwarts, not knowing I shouldn't ask what I did next.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well you can't use flu powder, and you can't apparate into it. The only way to get into it is through the front door." Mommy told me, holding me and smoothing my hair.

"Why?"

"Because one of the two fireplaces is in the master bedroom—"

I held up my hand. "You know what, I don't wanna know. Keep your secrets. Where's my room? And where are my book boxes? I'd like to unpack them please."

"They're already up there. Go have fun."

I smiled and ran up the stairs, opening every door, because they hadn't told me which room was mine. When I opened the last door on the right, I smiled. The room was painted sky blue, with white puffy clouds. There where boxes in the middle of the floor, labeled 'Mira' in huge letters and I flung myself into unpacking them with enthusiasm.

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There was a knock on my slightly ajar bedroom door.

"Come in." I said absently from my bed.

My Daddy walked in and stopped. "I thought you were unpacking."

I looked up from Sherlock Holmes, then around at the books and sketchpads and pencils and clothes strewn around my room.

"I did."

"Generally unpacking means putting things away, on, oh I don't know…shelves."

"What's the floor but the biggest shelf in the house?"

"Your letter from Hogwarts is here."

I sat bolt upright. "And?"

He sat down on the edge on my bed, and patted my hand while giving me a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry honey. You didn't get in."

My eyes widened in horror. "What?"

He handed me the letter, and I tore it from the envelope.

"Dear Miss Stelloc, we are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I read.

"Gotcha!"

I punched him in the arm with all the strength I could muster. "Daddy, that wasn't a nice trick to play! You know how long I've been looking forward to this!"

"Clean your room, and then we'll go to Diagon Alley and get your school supplies."

"Daddy before you go, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Go ahead."

"Can you enchant my walls and ceiling to show different stages of the day, and to mirror the sky outside? But without harmful UV rays or water when it's rainy?"

"Of course." Daddy pulled out his wand, muttered something, and pointed at my ceiling.

Immediately, some clouds rolled in and partially blocked the sun. I smiled. This was going to be awesome.

"I can't wait to learn that."

"It's child's play. Next time give me a challenge."

"Well, I would've done it myself, had there not been this rule about using magic outside of school until you're seventeen." I muttered and Daddy looked at me, shocked. "See? I do listen sometimes."

I stuck my tongue out, and set about cleaning my room. When I had finished, I called down the hall to my parents, and heard them head downstairs.

"Come on, slowpoke, or we'll leave you behind!" Mommy called.

"I can't find Holmes or my letter with my book list!" I cried in anguish.

"Where did you leave them last?" She replied.

"I don't know! I cleaned so nothing is where it should be!"

"That's quite the oxymoron." Daddy said from my doorway.

I looked up, and saw him holding my letter and my book, grinning mischievously. I glared.

"When did you take them and how did you do it without my knowledge?"

"I'm a ninja."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"I can't hate you, you're right. But that was still a nasty trick to play."

"You pulled another prank on her? Grey, give her time to catch up."

"Of course Phoebe. Anything for you."

Behind Mommy's back though he grinned again and shook his head at me. I'd never catch up to him and his tricks. Most of the time he acted like the eleven year old…not me. I sat in the car staring out the window, watching the scenery flying by. Sherlock sat on the seat beside me, patiently waiting to be read.

"All right, honey. We need to go to Gringotts, but then we can split up to cover more ground. You have to get your wand, your robes, and your pet, but your father and I can get everything else."

"Okay Mommy. Let's get started."

I was in awe as we walked into Gringotts. Little pale people with large pointy ears were everywhere. I tugged on my Mommy's sleeve.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What are they?"

"They're goblins and this is probably the safest place in Diagon Alley. They're perfectly harmless."

"If they're not feeling peckish for little girls." Daddy sneered.

"Daddy, I don't believe you." I lied. The truth was; I did. "I trust Mommy…I don't trust you as far as I could throw you."

"Which, really isn't very far." He smirked.

"May I help you?" A goblin asked.

I stopped glaring at my Daddy, and looked up into piercing black eyes. I cowered a little. I needed to stop letting Daddy get to me.

"Yes. Mira Stelloc would like to make a withdrawal from vault 1776. Here is her key."

"Is my vault really number 1776?" I whispered.

Mommy nodded. "We thought you'd appreciate that."

I nodded. "Oh I do!"

"Follow me, please." The goblin told us.

"Mommy, please don't leave me alone with Daddy and the goblin. Daddy has an evil glint in his eye, and I'm scared."

"Grey do you see what you've done? Now your own child is afraid to be alone with you."

Daddy grinned evilly, and she smacked his arm. At that moment I wanted to do the same.

After taking plenty of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts from my vault, we went back up to the surface and I smiled and stretched, and we split up. I followed the signs that pointed to Ollivander's Wand Shop, and as I looked around me in awe, I ran smack into a boy my age. The contents of my bag spilled across the pavement.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He muttered, bending down to help me.

"It was my fault! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

"Sherlock Holmes?"

I looked up, grinned sheepishly, and nodded. "I love mysteries, but murder mysteries are my favorites though."

He handed the book back to me, and I checked it for damage, and then stuck it back in my bag. I looked at the pale, kind of sickly looking boy with light brown hair and brown eyes and stuck out my hand. He took it.

"Mira Stelloc."

"Remus Lupin."

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