The Group That Started It All
By: Firefur1
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters.
A/N: Okay, It might be a little confusing, so ask question if you need to. Basically, this is just setting the story up. Like, I'm going through and stating the major points of their childhood. The reason behind why they are the way they are, and how they got to the point they are today. It starts when they are born, then goes to when they are five, then nine. I also want to point out that Peter IS included in my story and he IS a main character. Whether you like it or not, Peter was a marauder. Therefore, I'm going to try and portray him as a generally nice person. I hope you enjoy this. Thanks.
Prologue
(James)
"Look at him."
"He's so beautiful!"
"He's going to be a stud!"
"He looks just like you Harold."
"Nah…well, yeah." Harold said with a sheepish smile. His wife smiled up at him and held the baby in her arms closer. The small baby opened his eyes and smiled up at his parents. "Harold! Look!" The parents looked lovingly down at their child. "What should we name him Tiffany?" Tiffany paused for a moment, and then looked up lovingly at her husband.
"James Harold Potter"
(Sirius)
"Ouch!"
"What is it Orion?"
"That kid has a pretty strong grip!" Orion exclaimed, shaking his hand, trying to relieve it from pain. The small baby in the basinet just looked up and smiled at his parents. "Cassandra?" Orion asked his wife putting his arm around her. "Yes?" She replied. "I think we got a pretty good kid here." Cassandra smiled up at her husband. "I think we do too."
Orion picked the baby up and threw him in the air, catching him on the way down. "Careful!" exclaimed his wife. Orion laughed, "There's no need to worry! He's a strong boy. He can handle it." Orion chuckled as he placed his son into his wife's arms. "Yeah," Orion continued, nodding his head, "I don't think we'll be disappointed with this one." Cassandra smiled at her husband. "No, I don't think we will be." Cassandra laid her baby down and kissed him on the head. "Good night Sirius Orion Black."
(Remus)
"Jonathon! Look!" Jonathon walked over from the window seal and looked at the miraculous thing his wife wanted him to see. He found his wife looking at their newborn baby son. "What's he doing?" asked Jonathon. His wife rolled her eyes. "Look!" She exclaimed once more. Their little baby son started blowing bubbles from his mouth. "Isn't it cute?" She asked excitedly.
Jonathon laughed merrily and picked up his son. "He is amazing isn't he Mary?" He stated. Mary walked over and kissed her husband. "That's cause he's yours." She told him. Jonathon smiled brightly and passed his son off to his wife. He ratted his boy's hair and headed out the door for work. "I'll see you later tonight. Take care of Remus John Lupin for me." Mary smiled and whispered, "I will."
(Peter)
"Isn't he just adorable, Paul?!"
Paul poked his son softly, "He's kinda chubby if you ask me."
"Paul!"
"What? I'm just saying!"
"That's a horrible thing to call your son."
Paul laughed merrily. "Don't worry Heather! He'll grow out of it sooner of later." Heather glared at her husband for a moment, then looked down at her baby lovingly again. "Why don't we bring him up to his room?" Paul suggested. Heather nodded and walked her son up the stairs. Paul chuckled and followed after his wife.
As he entered the room, Heather was placing their baby in his basinet. "I think I'm going to sleep in her tonight." She calmly said. Paul nodded and kissed her cheek. Then he bent over to kiss his baby's head. As he walked out the door, he paused and muttered his first baby's name, "Peter Paul Pettigrew."
5 YEARS LATER
(James)
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear James,
Happy birthday to you!"
Cheers were heard from all about the room. Someone shouted out, "Blow out the candles!" Laughter erupted and all eyes turned to James, the birthday boy. James shut his eyes tight and blew as hard as he could. Everyone clapped in excitement when he blew out all the candles. "Why don't you open your gifts, dear?" Tiffany Potter suggested to her son. James nodded and grabbed the first gift he laid eyes on. "Cool!" He exclaimed, opening the gift. It was a model of a cleansweep II, the newest brand of broom available. After opening all his gifts, the room started to disperse. Harold Potter came and sat down by his son.
So?" He asked. "How was it?" James grinned, "It was great!" He stated. Harold put his arm around his son and whispered in his ear. "I have one more gift for you." James looked up at his dad in curiosity. What more could his dad give him? Harold pulled out a large package and handed it to his son. James tore off the wrapping paper and gasped in delight. "A Cleansweep II!" He whispered in awe.
Harold chuckled as James jumped up, clinging to the broom as if his life depended on it. "Can we go ride now dad? Can We? Can we?" James asked excitedly, jumping up and down. Harold shushed his son, "Yes," he whispered. Then, he looked around the room and continued with a smile on his face, "Just don't tell your mother."
(Sirius)
"Sirius Black! How many times do I have to tell you?! Do NOT push your brother down the stairs!" Sirius looked off into space and laughed, as if we were reliving the moment. "This is not funny, young man!" She yelled, shaking her finger at him. Sirius looked back up at his mum, "What's the big deal? He didn't get hurt."
Cassandra Black glared down at her son for a moment. She then abruptly hit him across the head. "Ow." Sirius muttered. "Go get cleaned up for dinner!" She ordered. Sirius, still rubbing his head, trudged across the room.
(Remus)
"Hey daddy? Can we go outside and play catch now?" Remus asked his busy dad. Jonathon shook his head, "Not right now Rem. Why don't you go out and swing for a little bit." Remus sighed and muttered an "okay". Remus walked into his backyard and looked around. It was nighttime, bedtime was approaching soon.
Remus ran over to the swing and hopped on. He tried to pump his legs like his mum showed him, but the swing wasn't moving. Remus sighed again in disappointment. He looked up at the sky and saw a big round silver circle, just hanging there. There was an eerie feeling about. "Auooo!" A howl was heard in the distance.
Curious, Remus jumped off the swing and headed towards the forest behind his house. Remus looked behind to check if anyone was there. Finding no one, he proceeded into the forest. It had been a few minutes when he heard his mum yell, "Remus?" Remus sighed and yelled back, "Coming!" He started heading back on the trail when he heard a growl behind him. Remus froze.
He slowly turned around and met a wear wolf face-to-face. Remus screamed and ran. The wolf chased him just a few feet before pouncing. "Remus!" He heard a shriek, just a few feet away. The wolf jumped off of him and ran deeper into the forest. There was an unjustified pain creeping through his body, starting at his leg. "It hurts!" Remus cried. "What?!" A harsh voice exclaimed. It was his father. "It hurts!" Remus repeated. "Where does it hurt sweetie?"
His mother asked worriedly, now holding Remus's head in her lap. "Everywhere!" Remus cried. Jonathon bent down at Remus's leg, and then jumped back in fear. "What? What is it?" Mary, his wife, asked in exasperation. Jonathon looked at his wife in the eyes and muttered, "He's been bit."
(Peter)
"Why don't you have another helping Peter?" Peter shook his head. "I'm not hungry anymore." He boldly said. "Nonsense!" Exclaimed his mum, while shoveling more food onto his plate. Peter stared down at his plate filled with food and scrunched up his face. Paul, Peter's father, laughed. Slapping Peter on the back he stated, "Might as well eat it M'boy. She'll never give you a moment's peace if you don't."
Peter bent over and picked up his fork, to continue eating. "How late are you going to be dear?" Heather asked her husband. "Not too late." He shrugged. "I'll be back before you know it!" He cheerily said. Heather nodded and kissed her husband good-bye. As Paul was walking out the door, He heard his wife ask Peter, "Now are you SURE you don't want anymore?"
4 YEARS LATER
(James)
"Left! No, go left! LEFT! NOOOO!!!" Yelled a disappointed father. "YES! YES! YES!" Screamed his delighted son. "What happened?" Asked Tiffany (wife and mother), rushing in. James ran up to his ran up to his mother and joyfully exclaimed, "Dad owes me ice-cream!" Then he raced out into the other room to grab his shoes.
Tiffany placed one hand on her hip and glare at her husband. He smiled sheepishly back at her. "What was the bet this time?" She asked, as if regretting to find the answer. Harold stood up slowly and explained, "We were just having a little fun Tiffany. He thought the Irish would win and I was SURE the Australians were gonna do them in…but, as you can tell…" "You were wrong again?" Tiffany asked. Harold smiled crookedly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah." He admitted. Tiffany rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh when James ran back into the room. "Let's go!" He said, grabbing his father's arm. "Bye Mum!" James yelled while pushing his dad into the fireplace. "We'll be home soon honey!" promised her husband. As the two disappeared in the fire, Tiffany just shook her head and laughed.
(Sirius)
"Blacks do not run around in neighbor's flowerbeds, nor do they yell in the house. They walked with poise and grace and speak in a strong calm voice." Recited Orion Black to his son. Sirius sat on a faded black couch with his head propped up by his hand. "Do you understand me?" snapped his father. "Yes." sighed Sirius. "But I don't see what the big deal is." He muttered. Unfortunately for him, his father heard. "What?! The big deal? The big deal is I don't want you running around making a fool of yourself and the family. That is not a thing the Blacks do."
Sirius jumped up and exclaimed, "Then maybe I don't want to be a Black!" Orion grabbed his son by the collar of his shirt and thrusted him down onto the couch. "Everyone wants to be a Black!" He countered. Orion paced around the room while Sirius resumed his old position. Orion stopped suddenly and turned on his son, "I don't want you to see that 'Jack' boy ever again."
Sirius looked up in surprise. "What? Why?" Orion glared at him. "Because he's a muggle!" He spat out, as if muggles were the lowest, filthiest creatures on earth. "So?" Asked Sirius outraged. Orion yelled at his son, "You are above him Sirius! I will not allow you to associate yourself with such filth! I forbid you to see him! Do you understand?"
Sirius opened his mouth as though he was going to argue. He paused, and then sighed in defeat. "Yes." He stated. Orion nodded at his son, now satisfied. "You should be proud to be a Black." He simply stated while walking out the door. "It's a great privilege." He finished, shutting the door. Sirius walked over to the desk and picked up a picture frame. He chucked it across the room in frustration. "I hate being a Black!" He murmured, before storming out of the room.
(Remus)
Remus hid under the table as his parents screamed. It was the fourth time this week they broke out into a fight. He heard his father yell, "I can't take it anymore!" Remus scrunched his face in confusion. He couldn't figure out what the cause of their fights was. But, he was determined to find out. Maybe if he fixed it for them, things would go back to the way it used to be. "No Jonathon! Please!" Exclaimed his mum. "Mary! Listen to me. It's over. It's been over for four years!" Remus heard his mum crying in horror. "No, Please I need you! Please stay!" "No!" He yelled at her. "I'm not staying!"
He bent over to pick up his suitcase, and then suddenly paused. He slowly straightened out and said, "Unless…" Remus perked up. This was it. He was about to find out the solution of the problem. Jonathon continued, "Get rid of him." Mary gasped in horror. Remus froze. Surely he didn't mean… "You can't be serious!" Mary choked out. "I am!" Jonathon stated. He stepped forward and grabbed Mary's arms. "Hear me out!" He said, as if just realizing this possibility for the first time.
"Ever since that night, things have been tense around here. I'm scared for you Mary. He's dangerous!" Mary just shook her head and muttered, "No…no…" Remus stared at the tile floor. He knew his father was talking about the night Remus had been bitten. Remus was the cause of these fights. "He could seriously injure you Mary! You need to send him away, to live with his own kind!" Remus felt tears swelling in his eyes. 'His own kind.' Remus felt as though it was a stab in the heart.
He thought his father was just busy, but he wasn't. He had been avoiding him all these years. Mary pushed her husband away and screamed, "No! I won't do it! He's our son!" Jonathon examined his wife for a moment, and then simply stated, "No. He's your son." He picked up his suitcase and headed towards the door. "Jonathon! No!" Mary wailed after him. But this time, Jonathon wasn't looking back. Remus used his sleeve to wipe his eyes.
That was it. It was over. Remus was smart enough to know his father was never coming back. Remus climbed out from under the table and walked into the living room. He found his mum in a heap on the ground, sobbing. Remus slowly walked over and sat next to his mum. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Mary sat up in surprise and looked over at her son. His eyes were closed and yet tears were still streaming out of them. Mary grabbed her son and held him in her arms. She whispered in his ear, "Don't be sorry. I wouldn't trade you for the world."
(Peter)
"That was so cool dad!" Peter exclaimed while kicking off his shoes after retreating to the house. Paul laughed. "I told you you'd like hunting. Nothing like have a nicely roasted goose for dinner. Honey! We're back!" Heather Pettigrew rushed down. "Oh goody!" She exclaimed, seeing the goose her husband held in his hand. "Peter shot this one himself." Paul proudly stated.
Peter beamed up at his parents. Heather put her arm around Peter and hugged him. "Congratulations!" She told him. "Did you have fun?" Peter nodded. Paul plopped the goose on the stove and suggested to his wife, "Why don't you make us some dinner dear." Heather nodded and walked to the stove. "Roasted or baked?" She asked. Paul and Peter looked at each other and smiled. "Roasted." They said together.
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