Author's note: hey.it's my first so don't be too critical, I LOVE HARRY
POTTER and I love his parents and stuff even more..so this is just kinda
how his parents and friends met and stuff.so yeah. Review, review!!
Disclaimer: If I owned these ppl, would I still be stuck on fanfic.net?
It finally came. The thick envelope with green writing on it was lying on the hall table of the Potters' place. A boy with untidy black hair and glasses eagerly reached for it and tore it open.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" he screamed, rushing upstairs to tell his parents the good news. "The letter finally came!"
"That's wonderful, James," said Mrs Potter, standing up to give her son a hug and a kiss.
"I knew it all along!" cried Mr. Potter jubilantly. "We'll go up to Diagon Alley as soon as possible!"
"What would you like for dinner, dear?" asked Mrs. Potter fondly. "Anything you'd like. This calls for a celebration."
***
A similar sort of celebration was going somewhere else deep inside the country. In a rather ramshackle cottage which was stooping tiredly to one side, a family of four was also excitedly poring over the parchment covered with green ink.
"This is so sweet! You'll love Hogwarts and there'll be so many kids who don't know you yet to judge you," said Romulus Lupin. Romulus was fifteen years old, four years older than his brother Remus. Remus was rather small for his age, and he looked somewhat undernourished. His cheeks were hollow in his pale face and lines were prematurely etched on his forehead.
"I didn't think it would be possible, honey, but I've been hoping for so long. Isn't it wonderful that Dumbledore became the headmaster. He has made allowances for your special circumstances," Mrs. Lupin exclaimed, tousling her youngest son's hair.
A smile broke out on Remus' face. He had been longing to go to Hogwarts, ever since he had seen Romulus off on the Hogwarts Express four years ago, but he had never thought it would actually happen. It was all because of that day so many years ago..
The Lupins had gone on a vacation. Their lack of money prevented this from happening very often, but when it did, they had so much fun. Remus was only four and Romulus was eight. They had gone camping in a forest and it was about ten thirty at night. For some reason, Remus just could not fall asleep. He was filled with the excitement of sleeping under a velvety blue sky, and he wanted to explore more without his family. He got up and wandered away into the enticing woods. Then disaster struck. A creature was making its way noisily toward him. The dark grey, dirty fur was bristling. Yellow eyes bored into Remus as he tried to back away. The wolf advanced and Remus tried to run, screaming for his mother, but he tripped over a tree root and fell.
Remus still could not remember very much about that night. He woke up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries three days later. Then for a few days every month after that for the rest of his life, Remus underwent painful transformations into a werewolf. He became a danger to humans and he tried to bite his family so he had to be kept in a cage outdoors. It was unlikely that he would be allowed to go to Hogwarts after this; after all, he could seriously injure some of his classmates. But Dumbledore had "made arrangements" which would be discussed after he arrived. Remus was so grateful to this Dumbledore whoever he may be for all he had done for him.
***
A short stout boy gasped as he shifted through the owl post. Mrs Pettigrew screamed and rushed toward her son, Peter, who was still gazing at the envelope with a dazed expression on his face.
"Peter, honey, you got in! You can be part of the wizarding community now! Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a Muggle like your poor dear father, but now that he's gone...You'll enjoy Hogwarts, dear."
Peter still couldn't believe it. He was a half-blood. His mother was a witch but his father who had died long ago had been a Muggle. The family had been sure that he would turn out like his father; after all he had shown no magical skills for his eleven years. But now, he had received his letter!
***
Sirius Black lived in a large manor. Although he was only eleven, he looked very handsome and his hair fell over his eyes with a kind of casual elegance. "Look, Sirius, your Hogwarts letter has arrived," said Mrs. Black casually as Kreacher, the house-elf served them all breakfast.
"Good," mumbled Sirius, poking at his bacon.
"Of course, it's no surprise to us. After all, pure-bloods always get in. Especially in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black," commented Mr. Black, his face buried in the Daily Prophet.
"I don't know about pure-blood traitors, though," said Mrs. Black, looking at her son with distaste. "Still, now that you're going to Hogwarts, maybe you'll learn not to associate with Mudbloods. Better get into Slytherin, like us."
"It would be a disgrace to our family, won't it Dad, if Sirius doesn't get sorted into Slytherin? I would be too embarrassed to admit to be his brother," said Regulus, who was Sirius' younger brother.
"Muggle-borns would be better than you lot," muttered Sirius under his breath as he rose to leave the table.
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It finally came. The thick envelope with green writing on it was lying on the hall table of the Potters' place. A boy with untidy black hair and glasses eagerly reached for it and tore it open.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" he screamed, rushing upstairs to tell his parents the good news. "The letter finally came!"
"That's wonderful, James," said Mrs Potter, standing up to give her son a hug and a kiss.
"I knew it all along!" cried Mr. Potter jubilantly. "We'll go up to Diagon Alley as soon as possible!"
"What would you like for dinner, dear?" asked Mrs. Potter fondly. "Anything you'd like. This calls for a celebration."
***
A similar sort of celebration was going somewhere else deep inside the country. In a rather ramshackle cottage which was stooping tiredly to one side, a family of four was also excitedly poring over the parchment covered with green ink.
"This is so sweet! You'll love Hogwarts and there'll be so many kids who don't know you yet to judge you," said Romulus Lupin. Romulus was fifteen years old, four years older than his brother Remus. Remus was rather small for his age, and he looked somewhat undernourished. His cheeks were hollow in his pale face and lines were prematurely etched on his forehead.
"I didn't think it would be possible, honey, but I've been hoping for so long. Isn't it wonderful that Dumbledore became the headmaster. He has made allowances for your special circumstances," Mrs. Lupin exclaimed, tousling her youngest son's hair.
A smile broke out on Remus' face. He had been longing to go to Hogwarts, ever since he had seen Romulus off on the Hogwarts Express four years ago, but he had never thought it would actually happen. It was all because of that day so many years ago..
The Lupins had gone on a vacation. Their lack of money prevented this from happening very often, but when it did, they had so much fun. Remus was only four and Romulus was eight. They had gone camping in a forest and it was about ten thirty at night. For some reason, Remus just could not fall asleep. He was filled with the excitement of sleeping under a velvety blue sky, and he wanted to explore more without his family. He got up and wandered away into the enticing woods. Then disaster struck. A creature was making its way noisily toward him. The dark grey, dirty fur was bristling. Yellow eyes bored into Remus as he tried to back away. The wolf advanced and Remus tried to run, screaming for his mother, but he tripped over a tree root and fell.
Remus still could not remember very much about that night. He woke up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries three days later. Then for a few days every month after that for the rest of his life, Remus underwent painful transformations into a werewolf. He became a danger to humans and he tried to bite his family so he had to be kept in a cage outdoors. It was unlikely that he would be allowed to go to Hogwarts after this; after all, he could seriously injure some of his classmates. But Dumbledore had "made arrangements" which would be discussed after he arrived. Remus was so grateful to this Dumbledore whoever he may be for all he had done for him.
***
A short stout boy gasped as he shifted through the owl post. Mrs Pettigrew screamed and rushed toward her son, Peter, who was still gazing at the envelope with a dazed expression on his face.
"Peter, honey, you got in! You can be part of the wizarding community now! Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a Muggle like your poor dear father, but now that he's gone...You'll enjoy Hogwarts, dear."
Peter still couldn't believe it. He was a half-blood. His mother was a witch but his father who had died long ago had been a Muggle. The family had been sure that he would turn out like his father; after all he had shown no magical skills for his eleven years. But now, he had received his letter!
***
Sirius Black lived in a large manor. Although he was only eleven, he looked very handsome and his hair fell over his eyes with a kind of casual elegance. "Look, Sirius, your Hogwarts letter has arrived," said Mrs. Black casually as Kreacher, the house-elf served them all breakfast.
"Good," mumbled Sirius, poking at his bacon.
"Of course, it's no surprise to us. After all, pure-bloods always get in. Especially in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black," commented Mr. Black, his face buried in the Daily Prophet.
"I don't know about pure-blood traitors, though," said Mrs. Black, looking at her son with distaste. "Still, now that you're going to Hogwarts, maybe you'll learn not to associate with Mudbloods. Better get into Slytherin, like us."
"It would be a disgrace to our family, won't it Dad, if Sirius doesn't get sorted into Slytherin? I would be too embarrassed to admit to be his brother," said Regulus, who was Sirius' younger brother.
"Muggle-borns would be better than you lot," muttered Sirius under his breath as he rose to leave the table.
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