Imma try another multi-chapter one… *Finger-nail biting commences* But I have Shazzer who's gunna bug me till I get it done, no doubt.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and most relating pieces.

There is going to be slash later on. Don't like, don't read. I will say when it will begin though so.

This is a very mushy chapter. It won't all be like this, but this is!

It's Only Just Begun

Remus John Lupin hugged his parents, Hope and Lyall, to his side, in front of the magnificent scarlet train.

Unbeknownst to him, stood on the platform only metres away, were his future brothers, sister, and one boy that will be a lot more.

Remus was taking large calming breaths, attempting to reassure himself, that he didn't need friends, as they would just abandon him as soon as they knew, but as he looked around him, at the happy faces on everyone in the close vicinity as they laughed and joked with their friends, he started to think that maybe he may want one friend. Only the mothers looked sadly at their children, but even then, it was always a lovely sight that was seeing their kids jolly and excited.

Remus glanced at his own mother's face, that was crumpled with grief and sorrow, her amber eyes, not unlike his own, were filling with salty tears that flowed down her cheeks. He reached his arms around her midriff and pulled her tight against his skinny body. "Love you, mum."

She repeated the sentiment, "Love you too, my darling boy. I'm going to miss you so bad!"

His father bent at the waist and put a hand on Remus' shoulder, tears collected in his eyes, but didn't let them fall. He stayed strong for Remus' sake, and said, lip quivering, "Be strong, son. Maybe keep the sarcasm down for a bit." His lips carved a watery smile, "Try to make friends. Don't let those certain nights keep you away from people. Remember, you have a 'monthly class in protection and the martial arts'. I love you." Remus mirrored his dad's expression. He leaned over and hugged him, then stood straight and picked up his trunk.

Remis Lupin got onto the Hogwarts Express for the very first time.

A handsome boy, with silky, immaculate, dark hair, walked with his younger brother, mother and father towards the train. They halted, and the boy, Sirius Orion Black, bounced on the balls of his feet, eager to get going.

Walburga Black placed a cold hand on her eldest son's arm. "Sirius, we expect great things from you, no less. Slytherin is the only option. Ask Bellatrix or Narcissa for any help you need. Not Andromeda," She spat her name like her niece was nothing but bubotuber pus, "she seems to be veering off in her own direction. The filthy traitor!" She regained her composure and glanced at her husband.

He spoke rarely but when he did, it was always biting and icy, "Our terms are simple. Get placed in Slytherin, receive your inheritance. Happen to find yourself in any other, someone more deserving gets it."

Sirius looked into his father's grey, unforgiving eyes and nodded. He turned on the spot and walked gracefully towards the train.

Lily Marie Evans was so excited! She was a witch! She couldn't believe it?

She had read all of her textbooks through at least twice if not more! She rather liked the look of Charms and Potions, Defence would be useful but quite difficult, she surmised.

Her mother, Marigold Evans, stopped her from running straight onto the train, by placing a hand on Lily's shoulder. Lily stopped bouncing and turned to face her mother. She smiled wildly and leaned in to put her slim arms around her mother's neck. She nuzzled her nose into her mum's shoulder and held on tightly. "We love you so much. Make friends! Have fun, but don't forget to write us! Do your homework and such."

Her father, Lucas Evans, joined the hug and whispered, "Loves you, stinky!" Lily chuckled and shook her head, fondly. She kissed both parent on the cheek, and turned to her sister.

Petunia was looking at the ground, her blonde her hanging over her face. Lily dived in for one last hug. "Bye, Tuney! I love you!" Petunia repeated the words, "Loves you Lils." but let go quickly. Lily stepped away and towards the train.

Unknown to Lily at the time, but that was the last time she would ever hear her sister tell her that she loved her.

James Charlus Potter wanted to stay in his Ma's safe embrace forever. Sure, he was excited, but as his ma's soft, familiar hand came up to stroke his cheek, he never wanted to leave these arms.

Charlus Potter looked on from behind his wife, Euphemia Potter, a soft smile on his coloured face. Charlus placed his hands on his wife and son's backs and leant down to give both a warm embrace.

James leant back in his dad's arms and rubbed his head on his ma's chest. A tear trickled down his dark cheeks, but he hastily reached up to brush it away, embarrassed that he had started crying before his ma. Euphemia started crying, and Charlus was soon holding two sobbing family members.

James had never left his parents for more than a day at a time. He was starting to believe that he wanted home-schooling.

"James, you've got to go. Remember how excited you've been? It'll be great!" James' dad tried to reassure his son.

"I know but… Can you come with?" James' voice cracked and he held his ma tighter.

"Darling, I wish I could! But you know I can't. Now off you go, before I have to chain you to me!" His mother's words were intoned with sadness, but she tried to make them upbeat for him. He appreciated it. "And don't forget, you still have the two-way mirror!"

James' face brightened and he asked, "Can I call you guys tonight on it?"

Euphemia smiled, "I've got it on a necklace. It'll stay round my neck, long as you've still got the other half! I love you, my precious gift. Don't ever forget."

Charlus pulled away and placed a kiss on his son's unruly hair, "Good luck, son. Wreak havoc upon that school!" Euphemia slapped her husband's arm and glared at him, amusedly.

"I will! Love you guys too! To the moon and back." And with that, the youngest Potter strode determinedly towards the magnificent, crimson train.

Peter Pettigrew wanted to get straight onto the train. His mother was batty and his father was off god-knows-where.

The only people he'd miss, would be his younger sister, Eleanor, and brother, Benny. Ellie was only a year younger than him, and Benny, three.

He pulled Ellie into his side and held her tight. "I'll write to you as soon as I know my house and I'm all settled. I love you Nora."

"Love you too, Petey!" She smiled sweetly at him, her gappy teeth showing, and Peter tried to memorise her smile. Benny soon joined the hug, the eight-year-old feeling left out, and wrapped his skinny arms, almost painfully, around Peters stomach. He groaned but smiled and kissed his brother on the head.

"Love you two. I'll see you at Christmas. Help each other out at home and don't wind mum or dad up. You know my rules!" He had compiled a list together for them of what to do, and what not to do.

"Bye Petey! Have fun!" They chanted together. His mother absently waved, and he set his path towards the train.

And so, the story of the marauders begins.