[Ah, hello! ^_^;; This is my very first fanfic up here, so, I hope you enjoy it =T RnR, please, as well~

Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, but I absolutely hate Peter, so I've replaced him with my own OC. I'd like your thoughts on him, as well!

AN: I don't own Harry Potter or these wonderful Marauders TT_TT I sure wish I did, though. –sigh- But, I do own Orion.]

"Just run right through it, James. Nothing is going to happen," instructed a man around his thirties. He was talking to his eleven-year-old son, James. It was the young Potter's first day at Hogwarts, and he was slightly uncertain about it, not that he would admit it.

"I dunno..." murmured the young, black haired boy. "How do I know this isn't just a joke?"

His mother sighed. "Fine, Jamie, we'll go first, if you'd like," she said in a tired tone. James looked more like his mother, if anything. Jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and average height... But he had glasses like his father, and his hair was fairly messy, and the fact he rumbled it did it no justice.

"All right," nodded James, crossing his arms. He was pretty handsome, if I should say so (and I should).

His parents turned from their stubborn son and walked through the pillar to platform 9 3/4. James muttered to himself and followed suit.

As James made his way through, his jaw dropped. Well, now he knew for sure that this was platform 9 3/4 (not to mention the big sign that read: 'Hogwarts Express Platform 9 3/4'!) because he was staring at the many withes and wizards crowding the train. Some already had their robes for their houses on.

'Wow,' was all James could think, 'amazing.'

"C'mon, now, James, better go grab a compartment on the train quickly." His father's voice interrupted his thoughts.

James nodded, half-consciously making his way to the train.

It was so big!

"I'm so sorry, Jamie, but we have to go," his mother said sincerely, kissing the top of his head.

"Have a great time at Hogwarts, write us, and don't get into TOO much trouble," his father said, ruffling his hair even more, waving and disappearing into the crowd.

James sighed. His parents were always busy... But, it meant he could get away with more havoc!

James continued on his trek to the entrance of the train. Before he boarded, a boy that looked even more handsome than himself, bumped into him. "Sorry," the boy muttered, in a tone that obviously meant he was irritated by something, and James saw what.

His loosely flowing hair was changing colour dramatically. It didn't look like he was enjoying it, either.

The boy began chasing after a weasel-like blonde boy. The colorful boy was being watched by another boy that looked almost exactly like the Metamorphmagus, despite the hair, obviously! "Lucius!" screamed the Metamorphmagus. "Get back here, you coward!"

James couldn't help but laugh. It was a pretty funny sight. He shook his head and climbed onto the train. He had walked down the aisle to find a compartment for so long, his legs were a bit sore by the time he plopped down into a compartment.

It was fairly empty, despite the small boy sleeping against the window. James studied his face. It had a fair amount of scars imprinted on it. Also, his hair was very straw like. In the sense of colour and looks.

He also noted that his everyday clothes looked a bit... grimy and ripped. He obviously didn't have a lot of money. 'But,' thought James, 'always quality before quantity!'

As he pushed his suitcase into the rack above his head, he noticed the case of the other boy.

"R.," read James, looking at the bright gold lettering. Lupin stirred a bit at the mention of his name. James chuckled and sat back down again.

James glanced out the window to see the same Metamorphmagus boy who'd bumped into him, topple over a very pretty redhead girl. He narrowed his eyes as the multi-coloured boy got up, helped her up and just walked away quickly to who looked like his brother. What bothered James was the fact that the boy never actually looked at the girl.

He watched as the boy's brother snickered at him and talked to him. As the redhead walked past one of the boys to get on the train, the Metamorphmagus' face turned red again. James chuckled. The boy was obviously not very good with girls.

Soon enough, the two laughed and made their way into the train.

"Anything interesting out there, mate?" The sudden voice made James jump. He turned quickly. Lupin had woken up.

"Ah, no," James said blankly. They sat in silence for a bit, until they noticed two boys standing at the compartment door. It was the boys that James had seen on the platform.

"Oi, mind if we sit with you two?" asked one of them. James could no longer tell which one was the Metamorphmagus anymore.

"Yeah, sure," he found himself saying. "Sit down."

"Thanks, mate," the other one said. They both sat down, one beside James and the other beside Lupin.

"I'm James Potter, by the way," said James, trying to strike up a conversation.

"I'm Sirius," the one sitting beside James said, smiling.

"You're serious? About what?" asked James, blinking. The one beside Lupin laughed and put a hand over his mouth. James blinked again. What was so funny about that?

"His name. Sirius is his name," snickered the other boy.

"S-I-R-I-U-S. Sirius!" said Sirius, who didn't look too happy anymore.

"Oh, sorry. I just don't met a lot of people named 'Sirius'," laughed James nervously.

"Not many people have," grinned the brother. "I'm his twin, Orion Black. Nice to met'cha, James."

"You too, Orion."

"And I'm Remus. Remus Lupin," said the quietest boy there.

"Nice to met you, Remus and James," said Sirius with a dazzling grin.

"What house so you all wanna be in?" asked Remus.

All at once, James, Orion and Sirius answered, "Gryffindor!" They looked at one another and laughed. Orion (or maybe it was Sirius...) turned to Remus. "What about you?"

"I agree; Gryffindor is probably the best choice," said Remus.

"So, it's official. We're all gonna be in Gryffindor together!" Sirius said dramatically.

"Actually, it's still up to the Sorting Hat," said Remus.

"You're REALLY bringin' me down, Lupin."

"Oh, well."