Hope's Children
Chapter 1: Meeting the Marauders
Remus Lupin was more than a little scared; he had five minutes to get deeper into the forest and there was an owl following him. With only a few minutes to go it was getting harder to run properly and he certainly didn't want to bite anyone. He stopped as the pain overtook him. This was horrible. He could still see the town where he had had his last job. Maybe I should back up and tell you a little about Remus Lupin. He was a small boy; at ten years old he might have been mistaken for a seven or eight year old. He had been going from town to town, finding work since two weeks after his fifth birthday. For the first two years his brother had come with him, but three years ago his brother had sent him into a forest near Shessire and never met him in the next town. So Remus had been doing odd jobs in small towns, were no one paid him much mind, for three years. He had long ago given up on the idea that he could go to any school. You see, a few weeks after his fifth birthday Remus Lupin had been bitten by a werewolf and become one himself.
Peter Pettigrew was a little put out; every thing he had ever read or seen about owls on TV suggested that they were nocturnal and didn't like people, and at the moment there was a fairly large owl perched on his desk. It had just flown through the open window in Peter's attic bedroom. Peter's family owned an inn in north Saylen. Peter liked it there, even if it was a bit boring. Oh, who was he kidding, he hated it. He would have given any thing to go far, far away. He was still peering at the owl when it held out its leg and Peter saw a letter attached to it. Reaching out with a shaking hand, he untied the letter and picked up his dog's water dish, placing it on the desk next to the owl. If it were caring should this be 'was carrying'? I wasn't sure mail, no doubt it was a tame owl and therefore not a danger. Carefully, he looked at the letter; it was addressed to him though it was on an old fashioned kind of paper, the kind his mum and dad used for very fancy party invitations. Carefully turning it over, he saw what appeared to be a wax seal, the letter H, with a snake, a badger, a eagle, and a lion - they almost seemed to be moving. Opening the letter, he saw that the paper inside was the same kind as the envelope. Reading the letter quickly he let out a scream of delight; he was leaving this hellhole for ever!
Sirius Black leapt to his feet and sprinted into his room barricading the door with a desk. Sitting in the corner nursing his arm, which was bleeding from where his father had slammed it in the oven door, he looked around the room. All was fairly normal, the bed was unmade, which was good, Kreacher hadn't come in to clean yet, but there was a strange owl sitting on the windowsill. It wasn't any of his 'friends' owls and it looked as if it thought itself very important. Reaching out to take the letter held out by the owl, Sirius yelped; he had forgotten the burn on his left hand. Sighing, he switched hands. Sirius was left handed, but his father, with his old fashioned ideas, would not have a left handed person in the family, so consequently every time Sirius was caught using his left hand his father held it on the stove for at least 30 seconds. Seeing the crest on the back of the letter, Sirius' heart leapt. He was done; it was from Hogwarts, he never had to come back (at least not till summer).
James Potter rolled over; he was still tired from playing chess the night before, having called rematch after rematch trying to best his father. They had stayed up till almost three in the morning, before his Father had insisted on going to bed. Turning over and opening his eyes, he leapt off the bed; his Hogwarts letter, it was here. He was going to Hogwarts. Sighing he grasped the letter and the owl and almost skipped downstairs where he left the owl with their family owl, Wendy. He had run through the house and the office that was in the back yard before he looked at a clock and saw that no one was up yet. Disappointed, he headed back upstairs to read his letter.
A/N ok yeah very short this was just introducing the characters it will get more interesting (what do you think of Remus' history that's what comes of staying up far to late and the half conciseness that follows) any way please review (if you review me I tend to review you) any way thanks for taking the time.
Some months later
I know I should be writing the next chapter of this or Teachers Defense but I'm sick and having writers block. So I decided to go over this story (if your lucky I'll go over all of them).