Disclaimer: All my fic are belong to J.K
Prologue
Name: Sirius Black
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 113 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Pure-Blood (Aristocrat)
Family: Alfirk, Mimosa, Regulus, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Andromeda
Friends: Andromeda, Syl
Personality: Rebellious
Hair: Black -long
Eyes: Grey
Occupation: Student
Magic Types: Transfiguration, the Dark Arts
Sirius breathed in and swung the bokutō (a wooden sword) down onto his invisible enemy. The enemy dodged his blow with skills only a fake person could have. It taunted him by jumping around and returning none of his blows. Though young, Sirius was skillful with swords, from the hours of long practice forced on him by his parents, Alfirk Black and Mimosa Fuugi Black. It was tradition, in both the Black and Fuugi families (how convenient), for the oldest son (and heir) to learn swordsmanship. As a result Sirius was more tan and muscular than his younger brother, Regulus, who didn't have to learn it ("Lucky little brat…"). He disliked being forced to learn the weird mix of English and Japanese sword techniques. However, he did enjoy being able to beat people who annoyed him senseless with a sharp stick, while under the pretense of "practicing".
Sword fighting was good, but what Sirius really wanted to learn was magic. He had already mastered the use of wand-less magic and could create a small ball of fire in his hand, something not taught at Hogwarts until 7th year. Having read the books that lined the walls of Grimauld place's library, most of them concerning The Dark Arts, he understood all the concepts and scientific explanations of magic. All he needed was a wand and some teachers.
He was everything his parents wanted him to be, strong, intelligent, handsome; he was also exceedingly arrogant, but had be trained in chivalry and was the utmost polite to women. The only drawback (in his parents' eyes) was that, at the age of seven, he had decided that he didn't want to be what his parents wanted him to be. None of the stuff they said made sense anyway. What did blood matter? A mud-blood could learn all the stuff he knew… Since then he had adopted great dislike for his family and he become a troublemaker.
The only other person in the Black family that thought this way was his cousin, Andromeda. When she discovered this, she started spending more time with him, saying that he was now the only person in the family she would admit being related to. She often referred to him as her "Little Brother" and kept trying to convert him what she called "The Light Side".
But the thing Sirius hated even more than his family were the people who called themselves "good" only for stupid reasons. They were close minded people who firmly believed Gryffindors were good and Slytherins were evil. An Auror who kills a dark wizard, but leaves his wife a widow and his children hungry, couldn't be called good. And a man who joined the Knights of Walpurgis (what the Death Eaters were originally called before they joined Voldemort, who wasn't running around causing trouble when The Marauders started school) for the good of the people he cared about, wasn't completely evil. He had told her that he would much rather be a shade of grey than one of the "good guys".
A drop of water hit his head and he glanced up at the overcast sky, which was now bleeding water. He looked back at his quarry, which he sensed (or more imagined) that it was weakening.
"I can't believe that old man!" he panted angrily to Syl, who sat in the grass watching him with interest.
"Three hours of sword practice before we go to Diagon Alley…'-he swung the bokutō down harder- 'where am I even gonna use sword-fighting anyway! I'm going to Hogwarts not a dojo!"
Syl replied to his words as though she understood them, at times Sirius swore she could. It was something about her eyes or the way she tilted her head.
He issued a devastating blow to his opponent, who he imagined keeled over and died or was knocked unconscious. After wiping the mixture of sweat and rain water from his face, he threw down the bokutō and joined Syl in the grass. Where he continued to rant about his parents, he was sure that his father (and maybe his mother, too) was a chronic alcoholic.
"Honestly… they're probably inside drinking Irish coffee…"
"Mrew"
"Yeah…mrew…"
He scratched Syl between her ears and she began to rub her soft face on his hand, purring.
"At least we'll be going to Hogwarts soon," He said with more cheer, and the Kneazle mewed happily. For the past year, since Sirius had be given Syl (by his uncle as a Christmas present), she had been his best friend. Syl was catlike with blue-grey fur that had flecks of white and huge ears that had white tufts. Her tail also had a large tuft of white fur, sort of like a lion's. Like Sirius she was smart, independent, and even shared his dislike of the rest of the Blacks, except Andromeda. Speaking of Andromeda…
"Hey, Little Brother!" The 16-year-old yelled from the porch, "Are you and your illegal cat ready to go shopping?"
"Heck, yeah!" He held out his arm and Syl jumped on his shoulder, and together they ran up to the large house.
Name: James Potter
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 103 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Pure-Blood (Blood traitor)
Family: Rachel, Dan
Friends: Frank
Personality: Carefree
Hair: Black -messy
Eyes: Hazel –has glasses
Occupation: Student, Quidditch player
Magic Types: Transfiguration, Flying
"Alright… I've tried to be nice up until now, but I've had enough… GET UP RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE PUNK!"
Rachel Potter stood at the doorway of her son's bedroom, and surveyed said son with annoyance and anger. James was lying on the floor, having fallen off his bed the sometime in the night. He was still half asleep as he sat up and put his glasses on.
"Morning, mum…"
Rachel growled, much like a dog that had its favorite toy taken away. James was a carefree and cocky boy, used to a laidback, easy, but non-the-less interesting lifestyle. His family owned and lived in an Inn/Pub just outside a small village.
The Inn, The Wayward Threstal, was a popular stopping point for traveling mages and other sorts of people. So business was always good, and the customers were always interesting. The stables outside held everything from horses to hippogriffs.
People working at the inn along with James's family included: Roy, the bartender who was considered less-than-sane but knew how mix a good drink. Sheila, probably the only banshee in the world that was a good singer, hired as an entertainer (Though she had to whisper to be heard in a normal tone). Ardink, a goblin who handled the finances, not someone to mess with. And several maids who each only worked for a short time, trying to make a few galleons before hitting the road again. James had befriended each of these people, odd travelers, and even kids he would end up going to Hogwarts with. By talking to them James learned about politics, Quidditch teams, and which families were considered good or bad. Of course, he also heard (and enjoyed a lot more) the stories of their travels. Places they had been and people they had met. He wasn't as well read as Sirius Black, a boy his age he had never met that lived two-hundred miles away, but he knew just as much.
He was currently in communication with Frank Longbottom, a boy whose family had stopped at the Inn for the night while touring the countryside. James and Frank had made fast friends that night and the boys had been writing letters to each other ever since. They had arranged to meet in Diagon Alley that day, supposing of course that James woke up.
More calmly but still with anger, Rachel answered his yawn "We're going to Diagon Alley today and unless you want me to buy you frilly pink robes, you better get ready in the next five minutes,"
Rachel was a pretty 28-year-old woman with waist length brown hair and blue eyes. She cared a lot more about her son and the staff than she seemed to give off. But they all knew that deep down she loved them all and wouldn't switch lives with anyone, even the most powerful aristocrats. Being the Landlady of The Threstal, she had a commanding nature, yet was remarkably patient, something that proved helpful with James. Often she treated James more like a little brother rather than her son. She found threatening necessary at times like this. Her husband Dan, however, preferred bribery.
"We're going to get you an owl when we're done with school supplies," He said cheerfully from behind his wife. "It's your choice, pink robes or an owl,"
"That's right!" James remembered, suddenly more awake
He picked up some clothes from his open drawer and smiled at his parents, Rachel glaring and Dan grinning.
"Alright, I'm getting dressed; get out now if you don't want to see my naked body,"
And they left, Rachel mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "Men…"
He quickly got dressed and looked out his window, which he could clearly see the Inn's entrance and had roof access. A woman in a veil was walking out, she had no luggage, she just mounted what appeared to be an elk and rode away.
"Thirty seconds, or they'll be calling you Pinky at school!" He heard Rachel call from down the stairs. With that he turned around and out the door, through the hall, and down the stairs.
Name: Remus Lupin
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 85 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Half-Blood
Family: Rey, Diana
Friends: Faren
Personality: Quiet, Sickly
Hair: Brown w/ short ponytail
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Student
Magic Types: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Magical creature care
Condition: lycanthropy
Remus couldn't believe this was happening, was Dumbledore really saying all this?
"…with the necessary precautions, there's no reason he can't come to Hogwarts," The cheery old man continued,
The Lupins and Dumbledore were seated in the living room of the Lupin house. It was a small room with a couch, a cushy armchair, and a fireplace. While Dumbledore prattled on about his plan, Remus looked hopefully at his parents.
Rey was a tall mage with dark brown hair, while Diana was a pretty muggle woman with brown, curly hair. Both of them were about 28-years-old. How they met each remained a mystery to Remus, though he couldn't deny that they were absolutely perfect for each other. Rey had a deep, intellectual understanding of magic and its crazy ways. While Diana (Being a muggle), was always enthusiastic to learn more about mages and magic.
She acted childish at times, but tried to do all she could to comfort Remus. Though she had marveled once about how her crazy choice in path of life had led to her to having a werewolf for a son, which she found awesome. She new a lot about muggle remedies (she worked as a nurse in a nearby hospital). It was good that she did, because on the full moon when Remus was locked in an enchanted shed, he constantly bit what (normally) were his forearms. Every morning of the waning moon she would clean and bandage his arms, since werewolf bites can't be healed by magic. Though, because of the constant biting his arms would never be able to heal properly, so he always wore the enchanted (by Rey to hold blood in) bandages.
Each full moon both Rey and Diana would wait right outside the shed until the howling stopped and the moon disappeared behind the horizon. They would hug him, kiss him, and tell him everything was all right. Later, he would get to sleep all day if wanted to, and would get anything he liked to eat or drink, usually chocolate and butterbeer. Though he hated the full moon, he always new his parents would be there to comfort him. But not at Hogwarts…
He wanted more than anything to go there, where no one would know he was what he was. But his parents would be hundreds of miles away. On the full moon and maybe the rest of the time, he would be alone.
No you won't, said a voice in his head, she'll be with you.
That's right. Faren.
Before the attack of Fenrir Greyback, Remus had plenty of friends. But when he became a werewolf… a monster, their parents had forbid them from associating with him. Of course, they disobeyed their parents and did associate themselves with Remus, but not to be friends, to bully him. The children, who had been his friends, teased him and called him a monster. They beat him up (The full moon takes up a lot of a werewolf's energy, so they tend to be weak and sickly, children especially tend to pas out a lot.), talking about how easy it was to fight a monster. All his friends had turned on him with just one bit of knowledge, all except one.
Her name was Faren, probably the sweetest ditz on the face of the planet. She was very pretty with long blond hair that was often tied back with a ribbon. Her family made her carries a Remembrall with her wherever she went, so she would know if she forgot something. She was his only friend and would tell the other kids to stop beating on him. They would tease her about being friends with a monster, she would make an obscure King Kong reference, stick out her tongue, help Remus out of the mud, then she'd kick the lead offender in the shin, and they would run off.
While Remus had been spacing out to himself Dumbledore finished outlining his plan. He parents seemed happy but somewhat anxious.
"That's great!" Diana said happily, "he'll be able to learn magic; I mean we can't send him to Muggle School. They wouldn't be able to… hold him," She said this last part quietly and with a great deal more depression.
"Are you sure you can, Dumbledore?" Rey asked softly,
"As long as no one approaches the womping willow, everything will be alright," Dumbledore whispered thoughtfully,
"Why are you all talking so quietly?" Remus said at a normal volume from his seat at the stairs, "I can still hear you,"
"Oh… ha ha," Rey fake laughed, he remembered that werewolves had improved senses as well as longer and sharper canines.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"Um, what's a womping willow?" Diana asked Rey with interest,
"Exactly what it sounds like,"
"A tree that beats stuff up?"
"Yeah"
"Magic ROCKS!"
"You're so weird, Di,"
"Well… I must be off," said Dumbledore, standing up from his chair, "Lots to do in preparation for the year. Goodbye," and he flooed out through the fireplace,
"Well!" Said Diana standing up as well, "You're gonna need school supplies. Where do we get them, again?"
"Diagon Alley," Rey said happily, "let's go,"
"Just a minute," Remus said quickly, "I'm gonna write a letter,"
Name: Peter Pettigrew
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 55 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Pure-Blood
Family: Marie
Personality: Follower
Hair: Dirty blond
Eyes: Pale blue
Occupation: Student
Magic Types: Charms
Peter was looking over his school list again...
"Books, wand, uniform, cauldron, scales, telescope…" he mumbled to himself while reading the list.
"You know," Said his mother, Marie, who was walking out of the kitchen, "You can take the list with you, when you go shopping,"
"I know," Peter replied quickly, "I just want to make sure I don't forget anything that's on the list,"
"Even though you'll have it with you?"
"I might lose it,"
"Whatever. Are you ready to go shopping?" She said with a shrug,
"uh…'-he looked hurriedly around the room for some reason- 'sure...yes…uh… yes, sure...I MEAN MUM… yes, mum,"
Marie sighed and picked up the floo powder jar.
"We're off to Diagon Alley, then,"
Name: Faren Londen
Height: 5"1
Weight: 90 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Half-blood
Family: Aron, Ashe, Nani, Haley, Korie, David
Friends: Remus
Personality: Scatterbrained
Hair: Blond –Tied in a ponytail with a ribbon
Eyes: Blue-grey
Occupation: Student
Magic types: Herbology, Magical creature care
No…it got Remus…I have to help him, he's gonna die…
…He's gonna die…or… It bit him,
…he's…a…were…wolf…
…Remus
Faren jolted awake and looked around the room. She was at the point of hyperventilating before she calmed down. It was only a dream, she wasn't seven, she wasn't in the woods, there wasn't a werewolf chasing her…Just a memory. She had been sitting at her desk drawing a picture on a piece of parchment, she must have fallen asleep.
I need to stop doing that, she thought
Her skills at drawing lacked a bit with people but when it came to animals she could draw anything. This was a drawing of a wolf, but it had a different tail and muzzle. It was a werewolf. In her life she had only seen one werewolf; the one had tried to kill her and her best friend. In the end he had distracted the werewolf so she could run for it, and gotten himself bitten because of it. Since that day she officially liked all werewolves except Fenrir Greyback.
Greyback had purposely followed her and Remus into the forest on the full moon, so that he would transform and attack them. All because their parents had refused to join The Knights of Walpurgis.
In her spacing out, it took a minute to realize there was a tap at the window. She ran over to the window and let in Noel, the Lupin family owl. He dropped the letter on her desk, and then, with a cheerful hoot flew back out the window into the rain.
"Thanks, Coal!" she yelled out the window after him, getting his name wrong.
She glanced at the letter and immediately recognized the handwriting. It was from Remus.
Fey,
You won't believe this. I'm going to Hogwarts. Dumbledore was just here and he came up with an elaborate plan to protect everyone from me. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! ARE PIGS FLYING AT YOUR HOUSE! Anyway, we're going to Diagon Alley. Have you gone yet? I know how easily you forget stuff like this. Maybe we can meet up if you haven't.
Remus
"Wow! He's going to Hogwarts that's great," Faren said to herself happily, Remus was her best friend, and Faren knew well that she was the only friend of Remus's that wanted anything to do with him after Greyback's attack. The got along great, the only arguments they had was over who was better, The Who or The Rolling Stones.
The chances of him going to Hogwarts had been slim, but now they were going together!
After a few minutes, it dawned on her…
"KAWAAAA! I DID FORGET TO GO TO DIAGON ALLEY! MUM!"
Name: Severus Snape
Height: 5"3
Weight: 97 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Half-Blood
Family: Eileen, Tobias
Personality: Gothic
Hair: Black –greasy
Eyes: Black
Occupation: Student
Magic types: The Dark Arts, Potions
"We'll be going now, Tobias" Eileen said softly from the doorway, Severus at her side.
"Go ahead," Tobias half-whispered
"Come on, Severus," She said more happily and turned to walk out the door.
Severus nodded to his father and followed her but he couldn't help noticing the bruises on Eileen's arms where Tobias had struck her earlier.
Why doesn't she fight back? Severus thought angrily, she has magic. She could hurt him worse than he ever could to her. Why doesn't she make him pay?
"We better hurry up, it's starting to rain and it's a long walk to Diagon alley" Eileen said looking up at the sky,
"Yes, mother"
Name: Lily Evans
Height: 5"1
Weight: 90 lbs
Age: 11
Heritage: Muggle-Born
Family: Rose, Jonathan, Petunia
Personality: Kind -with a fiery temper
Hair: Dark Red
Eyes: Bright Green
Occupation: Student
Magic Types: Potions, Charms
"Where were you supposed to buy all your supplies?" Rose said from the front seat.
"…Diagon Alley, I think it was," Lily replied,
"Freak Alley, more like it," Petunia muttered
"Stop calling your sister a freak, Petunia!" Jon said angrily trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"Tuna can call me whatever she wants, dad…"
"STOP CALLING ME TUNA!"
"How do you get to Diagon Alley?" Rose said trying to stop the fighting
"'Through a pub called "The Leaky Cauldron"' is what the letter said,"
"More like the Freaky caul-"
"Petunia that's enough,"
"Tuna will tell you when she's had enough!"
"Lily…"
"Hey! There it is!"
"Alright, we'll pick you up later, then"
"Be careful"
"Bye"
As the car drove away, Lily walked passed a greasy haired boy and his mother, into The Leaky Cauldron.
"Alright, let's see some of this 'magic',"
A/N: This is version 3.0 of the prologue. I changed a few things around that will become minor plot points later on. Mostly, I messed around with this because I got random bout of inspiration and want to make sure there are no things that point to what it was originally going to be. Also because chapter three is proving VERY hard to write, and I want anyone who reads this to know I still care about it.