First fic WOW

summary: yet another marauders retelling. beware swear words and most likely lemons

disclaimer: I am not J.K. seeing as I would never ship Harmonie in any other way besides a strong bromance


"Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed."

Canis Majoris

Chapter 1

I was in the middle of Platform 9 ¾ in the beginning of my first year and it was humid. I could feel the steam of the Hogwarts express on my arms although I knew in reality it was just a memory. In front of me I saw— well I saw myself, and my grandmother. We were saying goodbye.

"You'll be fine," she said, her dark blue eyes meeting their mirror in mine.

I followed the younger me onto the train, turning around to say goodbye although the gran in my memory looked straight through me.

I managed to find a compartment that was empty save for a boy already in his uniform. He was thoroughly enveloped in a book, a pair of pale hands and a wisp of light brown hair the only things visible behind the large volume. I wasn't offended he hadn't introduced himself or even looked up; I was actually a bit glad. I didn't know what these magic folk were like except for what I'd seen in Diagon Alley and that'd been a very uncomfortable experience. My gran had laughed the whole ride home at my complete state of disarray. What I wanted to know was how she was the muggle and I was the one who'd nearly fainted at the sight of goblins. They should really make a pamphlet for muggleborns on what to expect so as to save people like me from shame when their sixty something year old grandmother calls them a wimp.

I sat down next to the reading boy and younger me went to pull out a book I hadn't had time to read through over the summer. Propping her legs up on the cushioned bench of the compartment and leaning against the window she flipped through the pages until coming to a stop somewhere in the middle.

Outside the window I saw that we were speeding by an ocean of trees. Every now and again there would be a small village or a break in the green, but for the most part we were surrounded by countryside. It was odd seeing the landscape like this, so untouched. It had only been six years since this time and yet everything was different.

An hour went by before anyone said anything and it was only because the trolley lady had come by with food. The boy put his book down and got up to pick out a few things. Younger me thought of buying something, but only had a small amount of the strange wizard money and was fearful of running out and so she went back to reading.

While younger me read about the breeding of dragons, I read the boy. He had a few scars on his face and was very small, and he seemed older than eleven, but even as a child Remus was already levelheaded and wise beyond his years.

With an obvious need to summon a bit of courage, he stuck out his hand. "I'm Remus Lupin."

Younger me looked up, smiled over the top of the book, and reached out to shake his hand. "Katherine… Kit. Kit Collins. Please don't call me Katherine"

I rolled my eyes at my younger self, feeling embarrassed and wondering if everyone found my voice as annoying as I did.

"Kit it is." Remus declared, the grin on his face seeming to erase his scars. "I bought too much." He stated. "Do you want a chocolate frog?"

I nodded, pretending I knew what the hell it was. However, when I screamed after the frog jumped out of the card box Remus looked so frightened I began to laugh. "Of course the bloody frog moves!" I exclaimed.

It was only a few seconds after Remus had joined in the laughter that the compartment door slammed open.

"Oi! What's going on in here?" demanded someone who I now knew as James Potter. He was our age except with probably twice the hair and rounded spectacles. All I had thought then was how he exuded such pride while wearing glasses similar to the kind my granddad wore on bingo nights.

Behind him was another head of black hair except shaggier and with a slight wave to it. Sirius Black. He stepped forward now, pushing his way into the compartment. At eleven he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen. "James it's that boy we met earlier, Loopy."

"Lupin." Remus interjected although neither had heard him.

James pressed forward, pushing his spectacles farther up his nose. "What's that scream we heard earlier? Some trouble here?" Looking at me he flashed a wry grin before throwing on a terrible American accent in a poor attempt at imitating a cowboy from one of those western flicks "Do you need any assistance ma'am?"

I had to remember to tease James about this later.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Go away."

James turned to Sirius looking aghast. "Go away? Go away?" Moving to the side of Remus' seat that was not covered with candy he sat and put an arm around his shoulders. "You know what Lupin, me and my buddy Sirius we like you. You told us to go away and that's important, we need someone like you, wouldn't you say Sirius?"

Sirius agreed and I moved over—although I didn't have to—so he could sit down next to younger me. "Yeah you see me and James we're just too similar. He likes motorbikes. I like motorbikes. I like chicks, he thinks he loves one—"

"I do!" James hollered "I love her already and we will get married and Sirius you'll be best man."

Sirius snorted. "Anyway what do you reckon Lupin? Would you like to join our band of merry men?" Beside Remus, James shook his head in furious agreement.

I expected Remus to be annoyed because they were fairly obnoxious, but he only looked amused. "What about Kit?"

"Who?" James asked.

Remus nodded to where I was sat. "Kit."

James looked at me as if he'd forgotten I was there. "Why do we need her?"

I covered my eyes, not wanting to see younger me begin to blush. It was the first time I'd ever talked to wizards my age and it was obvious now how much I'd been overanalyzing the situation then.

I peeked through my fingers to watch Sirius regard younger me with disdain "We don't." He said in finality. "Welcome to the group Remus."

"We're thinking about names." James said excitedly.

Remus shot younger me an apologetic look in between their chatter, but I wasn't particularly upset. I didn't care for the two and I figured that I had already made one friend that day. I didn't need two more.

I went back to reading and had gotten another four pages in when it went silent. Glancing up I met the cool grey eyes of Sirius. "Enjoying your book?"

Younger me nodded and I returned my face to behind my hands, not remembering how this played out but fearing the worst.

"Could you enjoy it elsewhere?"

"Excuse me?"

"We want you to leave, we're having a group meeting."

Younger me felt her palms begin to clam up. I was rubbish at these sorts of situations. "Have it somewhere else then."

"I'd prefer it if you left."

"Sounds like a personal problem," I retorted, completely shocking younger and older me at how quick I was managing to respond without stuttering or getting red and embarrassed. I figured it was all the television I'd been watching over the summer that had added a new dynamic to my speech. I had to write my grandmother as soon as possible to tell her that her investment in the new television had been beneficial after all.

James was now snickering quite loudly. "Leave it mate she bested you, she can stay."

Sirius glared but did as James requested, and I would have been content with staying there just to get further under his skin, but their conversation started to get distractingly loud and I really did need to finish that book.

Taking my robes out of my trunk I slid out of the compartment, probably unnoticed by the three boys who might've been long lost brothers or childhood friends by the speed with which they had bonded. I mean they'd met each other today and already James had told them—and me sort of—his whole life story. I was also starting to gather that that was just how James was: completely unabashed and filled to the brim with self-confidence.

Changing into the robes was confusing and frustrating and I had to hang my head in embarrassment many times. In the end younger me managed to get it on correctly, although the robes were far too long and I needed to hold them to keep from stumbling.

Walking back to the compartment I ran my thumb along the crest on the black tie of the uniform. One of the girls in the bathroom had told me they change after 'the sorting', whatever that meant.

I was trying really hard to understand magic, but I didn't have much to base it off of other than bewitched and that was little help considering she didn't even use a wand.

Drifting along the navy carpet of the train's interior I saw a group of girls with black ties like mine all sitting in a compartment together. Figuring it would after all be useful to make more than one friend today, younger me went in and I trailed behind.

I was introduced to a blonde called Robin Finch whose name was very bothersome both then and now. A redhead named Lily Evans who was also a muggleborn, and lastly a small thing with a heavy Irish accent named Barbara Higgins. These girls along with Mary MacDonald were sorted into Gryffindor along with me, and unfortunately Sirius Black and company.

The scene changed as I skipped through the next few years, which went by without much significance.

In second year I made the quidditch team and surprise! So did Sirius and James. This began to Sirius' great dislike, a friendship between James and I who both shared an interest in telling bad jokes. I hadn't expected to become good friends with Potter but the truth was James was a very easy person to get along with due to his good-natured personality. However there was no convincing Lily of that. On a daily basis she referred to him as not only the 'foulest creature on Earth' but also 'a toerag' and a few other unseemly names she reserved for private rants about James Potter in the dormitory. Mary and I had learned to just pretend we were listening to her rants as most of the time she was just shouting at the ceiling expecting us to say 'right' every few sentences.

Out of the marauders, a name which they had given themselves sometime around third year, I was closest to Remus. We usually studied in the library on days where he could get away from his pals and Lily would often join us, but her presence would attract James who was antonymous with the library.

There was also a fourth member of their group, Peter Pettigrew and I was convinced he was only in their group because James felt sorry for him. I think Sirius did as well as he always let the chubby kid follow him around. I'd tried on multiple occasions to speak to him but had fallen short of conversational topics after the third or fourth sentence every time. I don't know how James and Sirius managed it.

Sirius had become something of a sex symbol by our sixth year. The uncanny good looks he'd had since probably before birth had manifested into rugged handsomeness over the summer of fifth year. There was a rumor that he'd been with almost every girl in and above our grade and I didn't really doubt it. He'd had only one relationship that was ever openly public from what I'd heard, and it was with a veela in Spain whom he'd met on holiday. Apparently he had to break it off after she got upset with him for being prettier than her and attempted to kill him.

There were many rumors revolving around Sirius. Some of them were true: he was the first Black not sorted into Slytherin, he did have a motorbike, and he did live with James. There was also the rumor that he was an asshole and that one was my favorite because it was also true; he was a total asshole.

I think it's a bit unhealthy how much I hate Sirius, but in my defense he hates me right back. Once McGonagall had no choice but to suspend us from the quidditch team as the common room had been nearly blown open after one particularly nasty duel. I think the only reason Lily could tolerate my friendship with James was simply because I hated Sirius so much. I think she figured that as long as I hated something James loved, I was in some way hating James.

By the end of sixth year we had established a nonverbal agreement to just avoid each other. It was partly because it was tiring yelling at someone everyday and also because James had gotten to the point of frustrated tears on multiple occasions screaming at us for getting detention on the days of quidditch matches. James took three things very seriously and those things were quidditch, the marauders and Lily. I often ponder what it's like inside James' head and figure it's probably refreshing in its simplicity.

I can count on one hand, specifically two fingers, how many times Sirius and I have had a conversation that wasn't toxic from start to finish. The first occasion was the time we had hexed each other so badly we were in the hospital wing for a week and unable to talk due to a broken jaw and a missing tongue, respectively. The second occasion was the one beginning to take form in front of me.

It was a couple days ago, James was patrolling with Lily on his first night of being head boy and Remus and Peter had had a late night astronomy class to view some important star that only came out once a decade. I'd been finishing a potions essay in the common room when Sirius threw himself onto the couch I was sitting on.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"No." I hadn't even bothered to look up. Usually if I ignored Sirius long enough he'd just give up and leave. Occasionally though he'd pester me until I had to respond, sadly this was one of those times.

"You didn't even hear it!" he protested, brows furrowing.

I sighed, putting my quill down. "You're right, please tell me." I folded my hands together and leaned forward in mock interest.

"Not if you're going to be so fucking sarcastic." He said venomously.

"Fine with me."

The common room was starting to thin out as it was nearing midnight. Only a few people were left and most of them were other seventh years trying to cram Slughorn's essay in at the last minute as well. I probably shouldn't have procrastinated, but the workload was so burdensome this year I was beginning to think it was on purpose; that the professors were trying to distract us from what was happening in the outside world by assigning ridiculous amounts of homework. It was either that or they were literally trying to kill us before he did.

"Collins c'mon please just hear me out."

I sighed, leaning back into the sofa. "Using please are we? Oh it must be good." Sirius was visibly annoyed which I found endlessly entertaining both in the memory and out of it. We hadn't argued in over a week and the sick person that I am, I missed it a little bit.

He rolled his eyes before speaking. "You know that lovely young lady who lives in your dorm?"

"Lily?"

"No."

"Barbara?"

"No."

I paused, arching an eyebrow "…Mary?"

"Finch!" he shouted, attracting the attention of the few left in the common room.

"What about her?" I asked, attempting to mask my annoyance. I had nothing against Robin Finch really other than the fact that her name was so storybook perfect it made my toes curl and also that she had the worst opinions and was full of ridiculous conspiracy theories and on top of everything had kissed a boy I'd liked in fourth year.

"I want you to tell her I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Just tell her!"

"No."

Sirius let his face fall into his hands. "Why can't you just do this one thing I ask?" he mumbled from inside his palms.

"I'm not going to help someone I hate get a shag. That seems pretty thick don't you agree?" I also didn't like talking to Robin because she always commented on how my 'Scottish accent was so exotic'. She was the most annoying person at Hogwarts, and that was including Snivellus.

I attempted to go back to my essay; something I was starting to realize was pointless, as Sirius had now began to emit a deep-throated chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked, once again interrupted in my homework.

Sirius looked up brandishing a wide grin. "It's just odd hearing you say shag is all."

"I'd imagine it's weird hearing me say anything that isn't an insult."

"I suppose that's true yeah." Sirius turned on the couch and propped an elbow up to rest his chin on, watching me with that curious expression that drove me mad even now while still only in the memory.

"Would you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

Reaching behind me for one of the couch cushions I hurled it at him. "You're not as funny as you think you are."

He caught it with the ease of someone who's played quidditch for years and tossed it to the side. "Well you're not as witty as you think you are."

I squinted my eyes in irritation, making choking motions with my hands. He threw up an obscene gesture in response.

"Did you even do your essay?" I asked, rolling up my parchment. I'd decided that my missing inch of writing would just have to stay missing. I mean there are only so many things you can say about toadstools.

He shrugged his frustratingly well-defined shoulders through the jumper he was wearing. "They're giving us busywork on purpose, I'm not going to do it."

I pursed my lip. "Don't you want to pass your N.E.W.T.s?"

Sirius barked out a laugh that was riddled with cynicism. "What for? I want to be an auror and I don't imagine the ministry is in a position to reject me even if I score poorly on some pointless exams."

I tried to find something to critique about his statement but I couldn't. Turning away from him I brought my knees up to my chest, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace, lost in thought.

Sirius was right although I'd be loath to admit it aloud. Since he-who-must-not-be-named had risen to power things had changed drastically for the worse. My granddad said that evils like him never won, that he'd fought against a menace like that before and that this war would undoubtedly end, but in the warmth of the common room I felt cold with fear. Everyday his power grew. Even now in the safety of Hogwarts he was present in his devoted followers. He was present in the daily prophet headlines listing the names of the murdered and in the hollowed eyes of the students who tried their best to pretend they weren't afraid.

I don't know how long we sat there silently staring at the fire. We must've missed the return of James and Lily from their patrol and Remus and Peter from their astronomy class, as it was nearly two in the morning by the time I got up to leave. I chastised myself on the way to the girls' dormitory, already regretful of not going to sleep earlier.

I was at the staircase when Sirius called after me. "I think that's the longest we've gone without arguing." He said although it was without any allusion to whether or not he found that a good thing or not.

"Don't spoil it."

There was a sense of being pulled up out of water and I was back in my potions class. The gloom of the dungeons were a stark contrast to the warmth of the common room I'd just been in and I felt like I'd just been abruptly awaken from a dream.

Around me others' heads were beginning to emerge from their cauldron as well, looking much the same as I imagine I looked although one or two had a blue coloring to their face that Professor Slughorn had warned would be the result if the potion had not been made properly.

Slughorn was a round man in a suit the shade of pale yellow, improper for the beginning of September. He was also balding on the top of his head but refused to let it just happen, something James and I talked about frequently. I don't understand how Lily could consider him one of her favorite teachers.

"What's the point of making this stupid potion anyway?" mumbled a frustrated James who was very blue in the face. Next to him Sirius was laughing hysterically as he had been the one who tampered with his potion.

"I thought this would be a fun little treat for everyone before the weekend." Slughorn replied, giving Sirius a pointed look. "

Lily who'd just emerged from her cauldron had to cover her mouth to stifle her own giggles. "This is the best thing that's happened to me this month." She said to me, shaking with laughter.

"Since Mr. Black has decided not to take our experiment with the minor pensieve potion seriously, I will need twelve inches on what you saw in the cauldron—or in the case of Mr. Potter, what you did wrong."

There was a collective groan from the classroom which Slughorn ignored as he dismissed us for dinner.

"I've got to get something from the dorm, I'll catch up to you." Lily told me once we'd reached the entrance hall. She started up the marble staircase and James followed her, protesting that he was not following her he was actually on his way to the hospital wing to fix his face.

I shook my head and headed towards the great hall. After a few steps I heard the clatter of footfalls I'd learned to associate with Sirius coming up behind me. Appearing by my side, I noted he had loosened his school tie and undid the first few buttons of his shirt but looked no less alluring. I gathered it was from years of being a high society pureblood.

"Do you remember the time in third year when Snivellus called you a mudblood and Lily wouldn't believe you after you told her?" He asked, catching me off guard as I'd expected to hear something offensive.

"Yes," I replied warily. I wondered why he'd brought it up, Lily and I had settled that score last year when she herself had been called a mudblood by him. After the initial hurt she'd apologized to me for years of thinking I was a liar. I'd forgotten about it, but Lily wasn't the type to forget. Once Mary MacDonald had called James fit and Lily would not let it go for the longest.

"I was the one that hexed him."

I stopped in my tracks. "You're the one that made him look like Pinocchio?" We were at the entrance to the great hall now and I was getting disgruntled looks from people who had to walk around us.

"Yes I was." He said proudly, his hands in his pockets.

"You asshole! I had to serve detention for a week because McGonagall blamed it on me!" I stormed into the hall and he trailed behind with a cheeky grin on his face.

I sat down at the Gryffindor table opposite Barbara who was watching our exchange with silent intrigue. "A thank you would've been appropriate." He said, taking a seat beside me.

Sirius began to pile food onto his plate, ignoring me as I glowered at him. "You're insufferable." I turned to Barbara for support but she just shook her head. Barbara had this theory that Sirius and I enjoyed to rile each other up and therefore felt no sympathy for me when he'd get on my nerves. I suppose there was some truth to it, but I hated him regardless.

Sirius Black was the bane of my existence.


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