The Marauding Gemiguise
Chapter 1: Harry's 6th Year
Author's notes: I've been thinking about writing this story ever since reading the fifth book, but I had no idea how to start, or how to put it--- then at work today (taco bell---fun fun x.x) I heard the song by Cheap Trick on our local radio station that plays rock N roll, and I of course love rock ^^ Well the song called "I Want You To Want Me" played and it sparked an idea, and now I'm going to write about it. I really hope you enjoy please let me know of any grammar or spelling errors, this program doesn't have the self-check and I can be slightly lazy. hehe. R/R Enjoy! Cheers ^^
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Harry Potter sat in a cushioned chair in front of a cozy, crackling fire in the house of his beloved, deceased godfather, Sirius Black. He stared into the flames in deep thought; these thoughts had bothered him all summer. He had no idea how to ask his father and godfather's other best friend; Remus Lupin about what was bothering him so. He had his chin resting on his hand, as his other tapped the arm of the chair, making the slightest 'thump thump'.
Remus Lupin sat across from Harry, also in front of the fire. The room was dark and still, and the only sound was of the crackling of the fire and the content purring of Crookshanks, whom of which was curled up in Lupin's lap. He stroked the cat absentmindedly, also lost in thought, watching Harry and wondering what exactly was on his mind. At last Lupin decided to break the silence.
"Is something bothering you Harry?" Harry jumped at the sudden sound of Lupin's calm, gentle voice. He drew his eyes away from the fire and looked into Lupin's dim-lit face, then sighed.
"Well, something has been bothering me for quite some time. About---" Harry broke off and stared back into the fire.
"About your father and Sirius?" Lupin said sadly. It hurt him still to say the names of the two best friends he ever had. Harry nodded glumly. Remus stopped stroking Crookshanks and gently shifted him onto the chair as he got up.
"Harry, I have something to show you. As it's your birthday in about fifteen minutes, I believe it's about time you know this---you are old enough---" Lupin said checking the gilded clock hanging above the fireplace. Remus left the room for a few minutes leaving Harry, and the sleeping Crookshanks alone. Harry wondered what he could be getting, maybe-- -perhaps he was about to tell Harry everything he wanted to know about his father and godfather.
Remus returned with something Harry found very odd. It looked like a Muggle electric guitar, but it was much more fascinating. It was so shiny he could see his reflection in the black surface, and it was adorned with flames that actually looked like they were wildly dancing on the tip of the guitar. The headstock was flashing gold stars and the initials "L.E." were carved in it with bright silver lettering. The strings changed many different rainbow colors. Harry opened his mouth to ask where Lupin had attained such an amazing musical instrument, then shut it and decided not to interrupt.
"This, Harry, was your father's guitar. Sirius's bass guitar---well he sold that just before being thrown into Azkaban. My drums I have locked up in the attack of my home, but this Sirius decided to keep mounted on the shelf of the room Buckbeak stays in. It was covered for some time to keep dust off, and now I'm showing it to you. There is a story behind this guitar, one that involves me, your father, Sirius, Peter, your mother, and even--- Severus. Harry, please forgive me for not telling you sooner; I was always waiting for you to ask. I do remember it quite clearly---some parts are a bit rusty, though, I'm afraid. Now---" He looked at Harry and smiled, as Harry looked over the guitar again and again.
"Where to start? Perhaps in our sixth year? Where you saw Severus's memory of the Marauder's at work---" Remus lay the guitar against his chair, then gently lifted Crookshanks to lay in his lap, again settling himself.
"Remus, you guys had a---a band? What about Peter?" Harry shifted in his chair to get more comfortable, for he knew this would be a long, interesting story to answer his many questions he had about his parents and godfather. Finally.
"Oh yes. Your father and Sirius had quite talented voices. And I was all right with the drums, but they were the stars of course. Peter didn't have the talent, but was our manager you could say, and he introduced us every time---every time but once, we'll get to that later though---" Remus smiled as he stared into the fire, lost in memory. After a few moments Harry spoke.
"Well what happened your sixth year then?" Harry's eyes were transfixed on Lupin's, and when Lupin looked into Harry's, he held his gaze.
"Oh right---let me see---I don't know where to start---ah yes. It was a warm, sunny afternoon in our sixth year when your father had the crazy idea of starting this band---"
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Chapter 1: Harry's 6th Year
Author's notes: I've been thinking about writing this story ever since reading the fifth book, but I had no idea how to start, or how to put it--- then at work today (taco bell---fun fun x.x) I heard the song by Cheap Trick on our local radio station that plays rock N roll, and I of course love rock ^^ Well the song called "I Want You To Want Me" played and it sparked an idea, and now I'm going to write about it. I really hope you enjoy please let me know of any grammar or spelling errors, this program doesn't have the self-check and I can be slightly lazy. hehe. R/R Enjoy! Cheers ^^
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Harry Potter sat in a cushioned chair in front of a cozy, crackling fire in the house of his beloved, deceased godfather, Sirius Black. He stared into the flames in deep thought; these thoughts had bothered him all summer. He had no idea how to ask his father and godfather's other best friend; Remus Lupin about what was bothering him so. He had his chin resting on his hand, as his other tapped the arm of the chair, making the slightest 'thump thump'.
Remus Lupin sat across from Harry, also in front of the fire. The room was dark and still, and the only sound was of the crackling of the fire and the content purring of Crookshanks, whom of which was curled up in Lupin's lap. He stroked the cat absentmindedly, also lost in thought, watching Harry and wondering what exactly was on his mind. At last Lupin decided to break the silence.
"Is something bothering you Harry?" Harry jumped at the sudden sound of Lupin's calm, gentle voice. He drew his eyes away from the fire and looked into Lupin's dim-lit face, then sighed.
"Well, something has been bothering me for quite some time. About---" Harry broke off and stared back into the fire.
"About your father and Sirius?" Lupin said sadly. It hurt him still to say the names of the two best friends he ever had. Harry nodded glumly. Remus stopped stroking Crookshanks and gently shifted him onto the chair as he got up.
"Harry, I have something to show you. As it's your birthday in about fifteen minutes, I believe it's about time you know this---you are old enough---" Lupin said checking the gilded clock hanging above the fireplace. Remus left the room for a few minutes leaving Harry, and the sleeping Crookshanks alone. Harry wondered what he could be getting, maybe-- -perhaps he was about to tell Harry everything he wanted to know about his father and godfather.
Remus returned with something Harry found very odd. It looked like a Muggle electric guitar, but it was much more fascinating. It was so shiny he could see his reflection in the black surface, and it was adorned with flames that actually looked like they were wildly dancing on the tip of the guitar. The headstock was flashing gold stars and the initials "L.E." were carved in it with bright silver lettering. The strings changed many different rainbow colors. Harry opened his mouth to ask where Lupin had attained such an amazing musical instrument, then shut it and decided not to interrupt.
"This, Harry, was your father's guitar. Sirius's bass guitar---well he sold that just before being thrown into Azkaban. My drums I have locked up in the attack of my home, but this Sirius decided to keep mounted on the shelf of the room Buckbeak stays in. It was covered for some time to keep dust off, and now I'm showing it to you. There is a story behind this guitar, one that involves me, your father, Sirius, Peter, your mother, and even--- Severus. Harry, please forgive me for not telling you sooner; I was always waiting for you to ask. I do remember it quite clearly---some parts are a bit rusty, though, I'm afraid. Now---" He looked at Harry and smiled, as Harry looked over the guitar again and again.
"Where to start? Perhaps in our sixth year? Where you saw Severus's memory of the Marauder's at work---" Remus lay the guitar against his chair, then gently lifted Crookshanks to lay in his lap, again settling himself.
"Remus, you guys had a---a band? What about Peter?" Harry shifted in his chair to get more comfortable, for he knew this would be a long, interesting story to answer his many questions he had about his parents and godfather. Finally.
"Oh yes. Your father and Sirius had quite talented voices. And I was all right with the drums, but they were the stars of course. Peter didn't have the talent, but was our manager you could say, and he introduced us every time---every time but once, we'll get to that later though---" Remus smiled as he stared into the fire, lost in memory. After a few moments Harry spoke.
"Well what happened your sixth year then?" Harry's eyes were transfixed on Lupin's, and when Lupin looked into Harry's, he held his gaze.
"Oh right---let me see---I don't know where to start---ah yes. It was a warm, sunny afternoon in our sixth year when your father had the crazy idea of starting this band---"
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