A/N: And the award for crappiest title ever goes to...yeah, I know. Sorry. :P This is my first HP fanfic so hopefully it goes well/ no one is fatally injured in the making of it. Please please PLEASE. Tear. This. Story. Apart. Do not spare my feelings. If I make a spelling mistake, shout at me. If I make a character mistake, kick me virtually. -insert headdesk-
I want it to be good. The rest of the chapters will be much longer.
KateTheFanFictionist does not own the Harry Potters. If she did, Tonks and Remus would've lived.
P.S. KateTheFanFictionist is not responsible for headaches from headdesks, unfortunate cases of Bat-Bogie curses that I may or may not of told Ginny to place on you, and/or any harm that has came from the Marauder's pranks.
P.S...again. Yes, I know. Tonks isn't a student at Hogwarts until the Marauders are gone. But I wanted her there, so lo and behold, Miss. Nymphie Tonks. :) Not that she's in this chapter, though.
P.S...last time, I swear. I don't know if Lily had glasses, but I pictured her to in her first/maybe second year. So she'll have glasses for now, and get contacts later on, probably.
And now, the Marauders present;
I'm Being Almost Completely Sirius
No, Really, I'm Sirius
A young boy at twelve rolled his eyes as his mother said her 'goodbyes.'
"Sirius Black, if you do not get sorted into Slytherin you will be a disgrace. And don't have me seeing any detention notices. Filfthy blood traitor."
She walks off muttering an imitation of Sirius saying that muggles aren't so bad, which he said when they went to Diagon Alley and the young wizard took a wrong turn. He's been raised on the fact that muggles and mudbloods are just about the worst thing imaginable, blood traitors no better.
Well, now he knew what his first job at Hogwarts was. Get out of Slytherin and into detention. Not that he planned on anything else. Slytherin's where all the purebloods and mini Death Eaters are. And he's a pureblood, sure, but not a Death Eater. No, Gryffindor's where he was sure he belonged.
Besides, his mother firmly believes that he's a disgrace and doesn't deserve the pureblood he has. He sighs and walks onto the train. Immediately, he hears shouting. Probably an older student being scolded, he thought. But he decided to look anyways.
In the next cart, a professor with black, frizzed hair is scolding a boy who looks no older than twelve, defintite first year. He has jet black hair that didn't fall right, or at all as Sirius thought, it just stuck up in the back, and hazel eyes that were full of mischief and behind thin rimmed circular glasses.
"Potter, don't make me expell you before we get there. Does mischief run in your family? Your mother was the same."
"You knew my mum? Blimey, you really are..." he trailed off at the glare he was receiving. He was going to say old, of course, but now he was most definetely not.
"Ahem. Yes, I knew your mother. Amusing woman, I was never bored. Get back to your carriage, Potter. I expect to see you with the lions this year," she says, softening at the mention of his mother, best in her year. At causing trouble, that is. He nods quickly and hurries to his carriage.
Sirius follows him.
"Hey," he states. "Heard you got in trouble back there. Managed to cross Minnie before we get to the school?"
"Eh, got out of it well enough. And don't let her catch you calling her that, blimey, I think she'd have your head if she heard that one," the young Potter replied back, easily making conversation.
"Mind if I join you? All the other carriages are, er, full."
"Right. Sneaking suspicion that you're just too lazy to look, mate."
"Oy, nice guess."
"Yeah. I've got a knack for it. But sure. Come on in."
"I'm Sirius by the way."
"Nice to know, mate. I'm usually pretty happy, but I can be serious too."
"No my name is Sirius."
"That too? Why what is it?"
"You are an idiot. My name is Sirius Black."
"Is it really? Strange name. Wait, did you say Black?"
"Yep."
Here it goes again.
"As in, Voldemort's..."
"Followers? Servants? Mindless pets? Yeah, that's us."
"You don't sound too thrilled with the aspect."
"Not. Mum's a witch. Father, a Death Eater. And worst of all, purebloods."
"Well, I got as far to realize your Mum's a witch, mate. But you and I are purebloods, aren't we?"
"Do you hate mudbloods?"
"No, and that's a nasty way of putting it," a redhead called from the doorway. "I happen to be a mudblood." Was there something wrong with how he put it? Then it hit him. His parents call people like her mudbloods. So, yes, undoubtably bad. Sirius looked ashamed for a moment and opened his mouth to apologize but then closed it, wondering what the girl was even doing here.
He looked to James as if to say who is she? but he seems to be caught in some trance.
"Right," James agreed. "I'm James Potter."
"Lily Evans," the girl said, confused, and held out her hand politely. But just as he was about to shake the hand, a boy with greasy hair and cold black eyes walked over.
"Lily, these people are idiots. Let's go."
"Hush, Severus, they can't be too bad."
"Lily, these are those purebloods. They called you a mudblood," he said in a drawling voice that matched those of Sirius' relatives. Sirius cocked an eyebrow. Obviously he had been a topic of conversation. James had snapped out of his trance and glared at Snape. Lily, to their surprise jumped to their defence.
"The world isn't divided into good people and Death Eaters, Sev."
"Yeah, Lil, but these are the gits that are from those families. Either a joke or a Death Eater, really." James jumped up, no doubt to defend his folks. Sirius, strangely, stayed in his seat.
"Gits, are we? What was your name again? You look like a snivelling coward to me. Was that it? Snivelly?" Sirius sneered, now jumping up and to James' defense. Git was a word often used to describe Sirius after seeing his family tree, but James didn't deserve it, nor did his folks.
Lily had red tinging her delicate features and her bright green eyes turned hard behind her thick black rimmed glasses.
"Both of you stop it," she said, taking Severus' arm and pulling him away. But not before sending a glare at the two boys.
They sat in silence for a moment before James spoke up.
"Think she'd be a good snog?"
"The trolley lady? Not sure, tad old for you, mate."
And it was true, the trolley lady had rolled up with her cart and was smirking.
"Well, boys, you'd have to take me to dinner first."
Sirius burst out laughing as James turned beet red, stuttering out an explanation. She waved it off and just asked, "Something off the trolley, hun?"
Before James could respond, Sirius had grabbed and paid for several boxes of jellybeans and a few chocolate frogs.
James examined the jellybeans before taking a small bite of a red one.
In a moment he was jumping up and down screaming that it was really really hot.
"Well, I got strawberry. Rotten luck, you have," Sirius teased. He pulled out another one that was a funny green color and threw it to James, who easily caught it.
"Eugh! Boogie!"
"Blimey, I'd just quit the jellybeans if I were you. Have a chocolate frog."
James nods eagerly and eats a frog. He examines the card.
"Oy! Slytherin!" And it's true. Salazer Slytherin was grinning on the card.
"It's a sign," teases Sirius, with a completely fake knowing smile. Not a chance this kid would be anywhere but Gryffindor. James looked down at the card to find that Slytherin had disappeared.
"Thank god," James says, ignoring Sirius.
"What house are you hoping for?" James asked after a moment.
"Gryffindor," Sirius answered.
"You want Gryffindor?"
"Yes, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'd like it too. Just your whole family-"
"I told you. I'm not, or atleast I don't think I am, anything like them."
"Wait, what do you mean, don't think? Is that doubt I hear? Doubt from the almighty Sirius Black?" James feigned shock.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Even the greatest doubt sometimes, my nieve subject. Anyways, if I'm already calling people-"
"Wait, you don't mean the mudblood incident. Mate, it's cruel to refer to them as that, but it's not like you knew any better. Besides, you didn't even call her that."
"Yeah, I guess. What's a better term for it?"
James shrugs. "I usually just call them muggleborns. But you don't even really have to classify."
"You don't?"
"Nope."
"Oh."
There was silence for a moment. Not uncomfortable or awkward, just thinking it over.
"Hey, Sirius?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think you'll be in Slytherin."
Sirius' face brightened considerably. "Thanks. So, Evans, huh?"
James blushes. "She's different..."
"What's different? She hates you?"
"Yeah. That shouldn't be a problem. Who could resist?"
"Not me," Sirius teased. James threw a jellybean at him and he ate it. "Mm...bubblegum. Really, mate, I have the best luck with these." James shot him a scowl to which he just smirked.
Prefects then came shouting down the hall.
"Change into your cloaks! We will be there in five minutes, five minutes!"
James changed right away, but Sirius stared at his disdainfully. There was a green and silver collar, and a Slytherin patch on it.
James looked over beginning to ask what's going on when he saw the robes.
He didn't find it to be a problem at all. He just pulled out his wand and pointed it at the cloak. He mumbled a spell and the colors changed to red and gold, with a Gryffindor patch.
"That should do it," James stated as Sirius pulled it on.
"Thanks mate."
"Sure."
They finish getting dressed and get off the train, talking about the houses. They were so consumed in their conversation, they collided with a young boy with light brown hair and glasses.
"Blimey, sorry," Sirius said, not giving the boy much that but James stayed and stared for a moment.
"Er, I'm James. James Potter."
"Remus. Remus Lupin, that is," Remus replied sadly, much aware of the reason for James' stares.
Sirius sighed. "Sorry, Remus. James here is a tad off his rocker, if you know what I mean," he said, carefully hoping to avoid the topic of the long scars on Remus' face.
Remus nods, uncertainly, as if he believed him. Sirius burst out laughing and James turned red as he slapped Sirius' arm.
"Shut it! I'm not mad!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Sure."
"Right..."
The two boys turn to Remus who gives a small chuckle. "Just saying I think you're both completely bonkers."
Sirius elbowed James. "Told you so."
"Mate, he said both of us."
"Blimey, did he?"
"Yeah. And about time someone realized it." He clapped his hand onto Remus' back. "Nice job, mate."
"FIRST YEARS! Ova' here n' pick er' boat. Four each."
They all sat in the nearest boat and saw a rat-faced kid stepping into it.
"S-s-sorry. M-mind if I join you?"
"Nah, it's fine. I'm James."
"Sirius," Sirius added.
"Remus," Remus concluded, and the trio grinned at eachother.
"P-p-peter Pettigrew," the boy said tremulously.
"Right. Well, boys, this is the beginning of a great year," James said proudly, standing up in the boat and toppling off the side.
The boys helped him as they fought back laughter. They pulled him back onto the boat and Sirius gave a bark of laughter.
"It most certainly is," he concluded. "Chocolate frogs, anyone?"