First chapter. I'll get the disclaimer out of the way: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. This is a story from my own sick and twisted mind.

Now then. This is NOT a time travel fic but it is a Marauders fic set in their time. Please, read and review.

She sat on the Hogwarts Express, alone. That was until 4 boys, looking exasperated, turned up in her cabin. They opened the door and looked around. After only seeing her one of them asked, "You mind if the four of us join you?"

She didn't mind. It would probably make the trip more enjoyable. She shrugged her shoulders and watched as the four walked in and sat down. Three of them sat across from her and one sat beside her.

She looked at each of them in turn. Analyzing each one in detail. The one sitting beside her was first. His hair was black. Cut in a shaggy way and grown out to his shoulders, maybe a little bit less. Yeah, it was a little bit less. He was a somewhat taller than her while sitting down. She'd have to see when he stood up. His eyes were a strange violet color. She'd never seen that shade of eye color before and in truth it intrigued her. He looked like he had muscle hidden under his clothes that were drawn tightly around him . It appeared he hadn't reckoned on the cold, September day.

She moved on to the boys across from her. The first thing she noticed on the one sitting directly across from her was his hair- jet black and horribly untidy. His eyes seemed to glow with a presence of stars. He was laughing and it was sortof contagious. It had made the other occupants besides her laugh along with him. He was slightly shorter than the guy sitting beside her but she'd have to see when they stood up.

She moved on once more. The next guy looked as though he was just recovering from some illness. His skin was pale but his eyes still bright. His hair was a shade of brown. It wasn't dark but it wasn't light. It looked like the untouched color of paint before pulled out of the bottle. He kept reprimanding the other two that she had already look at, for making jokes on him, the guy sitting beside him, and the girl in the compartment. He shook his head disapprovingly as they continued to do it.

The next guy looked weak in comparison to the others. He looked on but looked as though he did not join in with the games. He was a plump little wizard who seemed to be having fun just watching. She really didn't notice much about him. His hair was a light, light, light shade of brown bordering on what many would call 'dirty blonde'. He seemed a head shorter than the other three. But again she'd have to wait and see.

"So what did you say your name was again?" the boy sitting beside her asked. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him almost showing her shock. She couldn't do that. No, she couldn't show any emotions. Emotions were for the weak.

"I can't say it again if I never said it in the first place." She turned and looked out the window. Maybe he'd get the notion that she didn't want to talk. Why would they want to talk to a stranger anyway? She could tell they were obviously older than she was. They were probably all in the same grade and house. She'd heard much talk of this Hogwarts place. Before her parents...no, she wouldn't think about that.

"Well, please. Indulge us," She heard another one of the voices say. She rolled her eyes before pressing her forehead to the window. Do they not get a clue? Or were they too thickheaded? She wouldn't...she couldn't tell them. She sighed, trying to tell them that they weren't going to get an answer. But it wasn't that easy. She felt one of them poke her on the shoulder. When she didn't turn around, they continued to poke.

Finally, after about 5 minutes of getting poked she turned around and looked at the perpetrator, the guy sitting beside her. "Yes?"

"It's quite rude to not answer a question that someone asked you," he said, seeming quite full of himself for this obvious statement.

"I heard no question. You asked me to repeat my name which I had never stated and he said 'Well, please. Indulge us.' I heard no question there, just a statement. And I listen to very few people. Only people with power. Though you are older to me, in my eyes, you hold no power." She said her rant and turned around once again.

"Fine then. What is your name young lady?" Another voice asked. It wasn't one of the two that had already spoken to her. It was another one. She turned around, quite annoyed and looked at him. It was the one who had been ill or so it looked.

"Myra." She said tersely. No more was said before she turned around and lazily leaned against the window. "And yours?"

"Remus Lupin." She could tell there was a smile in his voice even though she hadn't known him for that long. "How old are you Myra?" he asked her politely. It was nice to be asked things nicely and not demanded.

"I'm a transfer student, 5th year. I'll be 16 in January. You?" Myra asked not even turning to look at Remus. She'd talk to him but her shyness got the best of her. She could get on her rants but yes, she was shy as hell. She sighed when he didn't answer.

"I'm going into my 7th year. I'm 17 right now. And so are my friends. If you turn around I can introduce all of us."

She smiled to herself but let it quickly slide off her face. No emotions, emotions could only hurt you. She turned and looked at them. The one who had been ill let a smile take over his face which made him look remarkably better. "I'm Remus." the one who seemed ill said. "The guy sitting across from you is James Potter. The one my other side is Peter Pettigrew. And beside you is Sirius. Sirius Black."

She looked sideways, catching another glimpse at the guy beside her, this Sirius Black. She looked forward again at Remus.

"I'm Myra. Myra Rose Smitham."

She could feel the smirk coming to its place on her face. She couldn't help it. It seemed so natural when she knew that just showing one emotion could be her downfall.

"I can't thank you enough for letting us sit here. Snape was looking like he wanted to do some kind of torture on us," The one named Peter said. Her head snapped to look at him. He spoke so unexpectedly. It just startled her a little. But no emotion showed on her face. The smirk she wore just seconds before had vanished.

"Common, Peter. Who do you think would've protected you? You know he wouldn't dare pull something with me and James standing right there beside you," Sirius said, his arms doing grand motions that made Myra scoot a little farther away from him in fear of being hit. She could hear Remus laughing in the background.

"Don't worry Myra. If he hits you, you get the right of hitting him back," Remus said. Sirius's hands fell back to his sides.

"Funny, Moony. Very funny," Sirius said, quite appalled at what Remus had said. Sirius turned to look at Myra. "I've never hit anyone before. And I'm quite sure tha t I won't hit you. But sure go ahead. If I hit you, you can hit me back."

She almost laughed. She stopped herself at the last minute. No, no emotions. But it was so hard with these four sitting right here with her. She'd never had a hard time before. She just had to remember not to be caught with them again. She could NEVER show emotions. No, she couldn't.

"So what houses are you lot in?" she asked calmly. She wanted to act like she was interested. Maybe she actually would be.

"We're all in Gryffindor. But some swear Remus should be in Ravenclaw. He works nonstop. It's sickening," James Potter said, sitting across from her. She'd have to remember not to get in Gryffindor house. It was a matter of the uproots importance.

"So what house are you hoping to get into?" Sirius asked her. She gave him one more look over. There was something about him. It could've been the way he prided himself on what he said or just the way his voice sounded. Like he had gone through puberty, but then he could make you second guess that.

"I'm not sure yet. Really, I don't care. Just as long as I get the same wizarding education and am taught by the same teachers." She sighed and leaned back in her seat.

Sirius got a good look at her as did the others. She was taller, taller than most kids her age. She had long chestnut hair that looked like it had been through some previous colors but let return to its natural look. He hadn't gotten a good look at her eyes yet but he could tell by the way she spoke that they held some secret. Her voice was soft. Something you wouldn't expect if you'd just met her off the street.

That secret was what made a burning sensation light up in Sirius. He had this desire, this need, this obsession to get to know her and find out what that secret was.

That was the first chapter. Hopefully I can keep up with this story. I'm actually already writing a sequel type story with a friend. So I guess I will keep up with this story. You need to know my character to understand her. Check it out. The Revettes u Hidden Diary of a Lover /u . Just let you know. Erin Black won't be making an appearance in my story because I already have the plot down. Well, I'm out.

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