Author's Note:
Rated M for language and sex. And my abuse of the Latin language.
Disclaimer: I am not Jo Rowling.
Review please. The faster you do, the faster you get the Remus and Sirius smut.
Gula
It was seventh year for the Marauders at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students always heard the rumor that this year would be the greatest year of their entire life, but the boys could not agree with that statement. It was the first day of their last year and they could not find anything great happening at all.
Three out of the four boys were sitting down at the Gryffindor table watching the sorting in the Great Hall in great agony; the fourth was standing in front of the students as Head Boy, yet he still found himself swimming in that same agony as he watched the Hogwarts tradition. As everyone clapped for each ambitious first year, the boys painfully endured it.
The torture they were going through would not have been so terrible if they hadn't missed the trolly on the Hogwarts Express. If they weren't changing into their robes, the boys could have easily bought something to eat from the lady who pushed the cart up and down the isle on the train ride to Hogwarts. If they hadn't missed her last round, they wouldn't have been so hungry that they felt as though they were on the verge of fainting.
The sorting was their biggest problem. Once the sorting was done, delicious food would grace their presence and end their hunger. But the sorting was talking ages.
"If that damn hat has one more kid to sort with the last name beginning with a 'W,' I'm leaving for the kitchens," whined Sirius Black, as he sat in anguish with his head down on the table. The sorting hat was placing the last child into her house as Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew nodded in agreement with their friend.
As soon as the sorting hat was removed from the girl's head, Albus Dumbledore, the school's Headmaster, began to address the Head Boy and Girl to the students.
"Can I murder those two?" Sirius begged. "They're preventing this food from coming."
"If they weren't Prongs and Evans, then by all means, certainly," responded Remus, feeling rather annoyed from the boy's complaining.
Finally, Dumbledore had finished talking, and soon enough, the Headmaster was waving his hands, a signal that indicated the arrival of their food. The three boys would have watched James Potter frantically run to them, but they were far too busy loading their plates with the delicious food. The boys were shoveling the food down their throats when their friend finally arrived at the table. James managed to sit and fill his plate at the same time, and soon enough, he too was swallowing his dinner faster than the other students.
Lily Evans took a seat by her friends, which was unfortunately close to the Marauders. "Honestly, you lot are acting as though you haven't eaten in weeks. It's disgusting," she lectured, watching the boys demolish all that was on their plates.
"Fuck off, Evans," responded Sirius before biting down on the chicken he was holding in his hand.
"You are all gluttonous freaks," Lily said before turning her focus away from the feasting boys. They were far too busy with their meal to even think of trying to argue with the girl. Bickering would only prevent them from eating as much as they could in the little time they had.