Hello! It's been a long time since I have written anything but have decided to try a completely different story! It will go from the birth of James, Sirius, Remus and Peter to the death of the last Marauder. Please be aware this is mature rated as it involves self harm, abuse, rape and sexual scenes. Any reviews would of course be appreciated and I am aware my grammar isn't the best! As always I hope someone will enjoy my story as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Disclaimer: This is in no way affiliated to J.K Rowling and I am merely borrowing her characters for my own twisted amusement!


James Charles Potter was born on March the 27th 1960 at 2am. His parents Fleamont and Euphemia Potter were overjoyed after a long and difficult journey to successfully conceive and carry a child to term. Euphemia had conceived five times before James but unfortunately she had never been able to retain the pregnancy. Due to being older parents, both Fleamont and Euphemia were in there late 60's when James was born, there were no young children for James to play with as he was growing up. He became extremely spoilt and often quite demanding on his parents time. When James was five years old he had his first bout of accidental magic, he wanted a new broom from his parents and as it was close to Christmas his parents had informed him that they would contact Santa and put in his request. This was not acceptable to young James so he wrapped up warmly and set off to find his broom himself, it was several hours before his parents realised he was missing and called the auror's. As they were looking for him James was in the forest surrounding his home buried in snow up to his waist and struggling to escape. His frantic actions only increased as he saw a wolf padding towards him, he closed his eyes wished he was anywhere else. Once he opened his eyes, when he heard people shouting his name, he noticed he was up high in one of the trees safe from harm.

As James grew older he longed for a companion, as most children grew older they lost their childhood fantasies and their imaginary friends. He however did not. He had nothing to replace them with. James would spend hours in his bedroom dreaming of castles, fair maidens, a group of friends in which he was naturally the leader and above all a best friend in which he could confide in completely. His imaginary friend was a young boy like him who would come up with amazing prank ideas on his parents and their friends. Although James loved his parents and knew they in turn loved him he often felt isolated from their lives of tea parties and meetings. He wanted younger parents who could play with him, a father who could teach him to fly instead of hiring a tutor to do it for him. Some of James' favourite pranks were switching the notes his father had ready for meetings with random pages from random books and putting woopie cushions that made fart noises under his mothers chair before company came over. James was never punished for these pranks as his parents were too happy to have a child and worried about him becoming detached from them. The day James got his Hogwart's letter his parents threw a large party to celebrate. It was all of there friends who had already retired and James sat in the corner the whole night. He got all of the best things money could buy and then it was off to Hogwart's!


Sirius Orion Black was born on the 3rd of November 1959 in a bedroom of Black manor. He was immediately taken from his mother, Walburga, and given to a house elf who cleaned him up and then gave him his first bottle. He didn't meet his father for two months when he was presented for inspection in front of the whole Black family. Once it was confirmed that he would survive his parents once again left him in the care of a house elf who took care of all of his basic needs. Sirius was a fast learner and by the time his younger brother joined him in the nursery he could speak several works including binky and please. He only saw his parents when there was a family gathering and when held by his mother he would cry incessantly until taken back into the care of a house elf. When Sirius was four his father decided it was time to begin his education in all it meant to be heir of house Black. Sirius lapped up the attention of his father listening for hours as he explained that he was special, above reproach and most of all the everyone else was below the Black's and Sirius in particular being heir. After his lessons with his father Sirius became the Black heir in full, he would mix with the other Black children and would stand obediently next to his father at gatherings. His relationship with his mother however never developed as she took Regulus under her wing. Sirius never cared he had his father and he was to be heir, his brother didn't matter.

When Sirius was seven his older cousin Andromeda was back from Hogwart's for the summer and offered to take Sirius into London for a day trip. His parents agreed as she was fifteen and was the most responsible out of the three Black sisters. She took Sirius to a funfair just outside of London, at first Sirius was haughty and remembered the lessons that his father had taught about muggles. It wasn't long however until his seven year old self took over and he got on the rides and had real fun for the first time in his short life. Andromeda made Sirius swear he would not mention the outing to his parents with the promise of more if he did as she said. Over that summer Sirius saw a different side to muggles, he saw children fall in the park and their parents kissed them better. He saw affection between adults and was confused until his cousin explained the concept of love between a couple. He later found out why Andromeda had shown him these things, their parents expected them to marry and were arranging a betrothal contract between them. The idea disgusted Sirius and for the first time in his life he rebelled against his father, he carried the scars on his back for the rest of his life. From this moment Sirius realised he wasn't a Black, he wasn't the same as his father, his mother or his brother. He couldn't wait to escape and his chance came when a letter was delivered on his eleventh birthday. He was off to Hogwart's!


Remus John Lupin was born in a small village doctors office to Lyall and Hope Lupin on the afternoon of March 10th 1960. His parents were never well off due to the fact his father had been disowned for marrying a muggle. This family however thrived on the bonds of love they shared, Remus was exceptionally close to his mother who stayed home to educate him whilst his father worked as a junior auror. Remus enjoyed working with his mother during the day tending to the lands around the small home they shared farming food for the family to eat when harvest arrived. Despite not having a formal education or the help of tutors Remus was a exceptionally bright young child who read books and retained information faster than his parents could provide them. Although his family had ingrained in him the importance of safety and staying within the property boundaries Remus had a underlying adventure seeking feeling and often wandered off. When Remus was eight his father sat Remus down and told him it was very important to stay within the lines as he had enemies made from work. Remus listened to his father and for a year he stayed within sight of the house at all times. Eventually he believed the danger was gone and after his parents had gone to bed he slipped out of the house to go exploring. His parents didn't find him until midday, covered in blood and a bite mark across his neck. A message on the ground, watch him suffer because of you.

It took Remus six months to recover from his injuries. Each time he came close to being healed the full moon caused more to appear. During these times he was chained in the basement alone, scared and confused. He could hear his mother behind the door that lead to the kitchen weeping the entire night, his father was never home on those nights. His recovery was impeded by the lack of healing potions his parents could afford. As his mother grieved for the son she felt she lost his father grew distant and angry spending more and more time at work. Remus was not a stupid boy, he knew what he was and what it meant. He was a werewolf and he would not achieve his dream of attending Hogwart's. He knew it was likely he would live his life on the farm with his mother, as this thought grew into reality he sunk further into depression and often those marks on his arms were not because of the full moon. As his eleventh birthday approached his self harm became more frequent and more violent, he knew no letter was coming to him. He sat alone on the sill of his window staring out onto the endless grass fields when he heard voices from below. Curious he slowly crept to the top of the stairs and saw the most wizardy wizard he had ever seen. His hat was pointy, his beard long and silver and his robes were so navy they looked almost black. He recognised the man immediately, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school Remus desperately wanted to attend. After a long discussion and much disbelief it was decided, he was off to Hogwart's!


Peter Patrick Pettigrew was born in a military hospital to Patty Pettigrew on March 1st 1960. Her husband had died during her pregnancy when in service to the British Air Force. Although she was a witch she was made to stay in the muggle facility until her pregnancy had ended due to fears of her losing the baby. As soon as she was able she took her husbands pension and left the muggle world blaming it for her husbands death. Within six months Patty had tired of the child who reminded her so much of her husband and only met his basic needs. Nurturing was something she was not. Patty had always been reliant on others and when she gained the attention of a suitor she all but forgot about the two year old she was responsible for, her suitor did not. He often flew into violent rages and would smack both Patty and Peter around their faces. When Peter was four he witnessed the man hurting his mother and hid in the closet until the man stood up, fastened his pants and walked out the room. His mother packed her bags took Peter and they left that night. They lived for several months in hostels and on friends sofas until once again Patty found a boyfriend and moved herself and Peter into his house. For the first year life in the house was great and Peter was happy and showed his magic levitating the cookie jar from its place in the cupboard. Then the abuse began again.

Peter had always been short of stature and round. He craved the comfort of food and was never taken outside to exercise by his mother. After he had shown his magic getting the cookies his mother's boyfriend began teasing Peter with food, often eating large meals when he was served only what he could survive on. His mother said nothing as towards her the boyfriend was a gentleman. This continued for three years and Peter ate by sneaking downstairs at night and eating until he was sick. At the age of eight the mental abuse turned physical and his abuser would chase him around the large back garden with spells on his heals until Peter fell down from exhaustion and he would wake with bruises all over his body and broken bones that he would set himself. Peter retreated into himself and would not associate with any other children from his school. By ten Peter had not lost any weight and the abuse had continued without intervention from his mother who had turned to drink in a effort to forget the abuse she had faced from her suitor. Peter had never forgotten what his mothers first boyfriend had done to her and often had nightmares that he was his mother in that situation. Peter craved protection and he craved power to stop the men who had hurt him his short life. He hoped when he finally got to Hogwart's he could find people who would protect him. When his letter came his mother got him the cheapest possible things but he didn't care, he was off to Hogwart's!