I'm going to try to make this brief: Yes, it's been forever since my last update. I apologize. My life's been full of crap lately so writing wasn't high on my list of priorities. I should be writing more now though, so updates should be more regular. Sorry again and thank you all for your support. ~BFMS
Most students experience one of a few emotions on their first day of school at Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardry. Some are excited, having heard stories of the magical place from their parents or siblings for most of their life. Others are confident, ready to prove themselves and their magical abilities to the world. And another very common emotion, was fear. Anxiety, nervousness. What if they don't make friends? What if the other students are mean to them? What if they don't get into their desired house? What if they can't do magic? Yes. Fear is very common among first-years.
And the Marauders had every intention of taking advantage of that.
The older students were confused. Over the years, it had become very difficult to discern the Marauders pranks, from when they were just being weird. They stood in the center path of the Hogwarts Express, huddled together in their black robes, whispering and mumbling to each other. As one of the first-years tried to get past, one of the mysterious four, his face shrouded by his long, dark hair, actually hissed at him. This caused the poor student to squeak like a frightened rodent and promptly throw himself into the nearest available seat. The four simply smirked before disappearing to their own seats.
Upon arriving, most of the students were curious about what was going on with their four pranksters. Was this a trick? Had something happened to the over the summer? Had the dark lord gotten to them? None of them knew, and the glares the four were sending out stopped anyone from wanting to ask.
As the first years entered, the friends immediately began whispering just loud enough for the students before them to hear. One poor red-head, paled significantly as he overheard the thin, sickly one point at him and speak.
"That one… need green eyes… that stew we've been wanting to try…"
Sweating profusely, the small boy tried to indiscreetly move away from the table where the four sat. So nervous was he, he nearly jumped out of his skin when his name was called. He managed to forget the strange boys for a few moments as his fear of having his eyeballs cooked was overrun by the fear of putting on the sorting hat.
However, he breathe a sigh of relief as moments later the hat yelled out "GRYFFINDOR!" and the hall cheered. He smiled widely, but faltered a bit when he realized he was joining the table with the four scary teens at the end. He gulped slightly before hurriedly sitting down next to a red-headed witch who smiled kindly at him. He smiled back before finally voicing his thoughts.
"Um, do you know who they are?" He said, nodding towards the boys, who were now discussing the use of pure-blood in potions, causing some of the first-years still waiting to be called to lose a bit of color.
Lily Evans frowned. She was sure this was a trick of some kind, but she didn't know what to do about it. She narrowed her eyes at them as she answered the boy's question.
"Oh. They're the Marauders."
The boy gulped. Although Lily didn't realize it, the way she was glaring at them and the way she spat their names, just made them seem all the more threatening and scary to the young boy. Although, he was able to keep his mind mostly off of them once the food arrived…
Later that night, the boy and some of his fellow Gryffindor first-years were discussing their strange housemates.
"I heard them say they wanted to use my eye balls for a stew!"
"They asked me if I wanted to try to contact the Devil…"
"I saw them chanting over their food during dinner. Said they were 'purifying' it."
"One of them tried to lick me and said my brains smelled delicious!" The boys went silent and stared at the last one.
"Wow. That's-" But before he could finish his statement, they all jumped as they heard a thump coming from the common room.
"It-it was probably nothing, right?" They huddled closer as they heard a second thump and what sounded like voices.
"C-come on, let's check it out…" The boys reluctantly stood and made their way down the stairs. Their eyes widened as they looked into the room and saw four cloaked figures standing in a circle around what looked like a small body. One of them stepped forward, holding a candle below his face, casting terrifying shadows about his features.
"Oh spirits! We feel your anger at newcomers trespassing upon your land. And so, we sacrifice this first-year in hopes of pleasing you!" As he raised what looked like a dagger, the on looking students screamed and ran back to their dorm, never looking back to see the four boys grin and one of them pull the cloak off the pile of blankets on the floor…
The next morning, the new Gryffindor boys were sitting at the table, still huddled together. The rest of their house was confused as to why they were acting this way, as they had passed off the late night screams as simply some of the Hogwarts ghosts causing trouble. The group almost jumped out of their seats when the doors to the Great Hall opened, revealing none other than the source of their terror. One of them grinned evilly at them and ran over. They all cowered, prepared for the end, when all of a sudden…
"HELLOOOO LITTLE FIRSTIES!!!"
…They found themselves being tackled by an overenthusiastic Marauder. He grinned widely at all of them
"The name's Sirius Black! Welcome to Gryffindor, you little lions, you!" The boys were thoroughly confused as they were each hugged/ cuddled by the previously-thought-to-be-the-spawn-of-Satan boy. Next thing they knew, another boy, this one wearing glasses, also came over and began ruffling their hair in a friendly manner.
"Now Sirius, don't smother them!" He smirked at his friend, who was currently latched onto the red-headed first-year and rubbing his face in the poor kid's hair.
"But they're so soft!" He smirked as the other two arrived.
"Well leave it to them to forget their manners. I'm Remus Lupin, this is Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Sirius Black. Would you like some cookies?" The first-years' jaws dropped as the tried to comprehend what was going on. They didn't even know what to make of this boy, who had wanted to put them in a stew yesterday, now standing before them holding out a plate of cookies. Peter looked at them before shrugging to Remus.
"I guess they don't like cookies." He then grabbed one and began munching it himself as he turned back to the students. "We're the Marauders. If you ever need help with Slytherins or anything, we're the ones to go to!" Remus glanced up at the clock.
"Gee, it's getting kinda late. Here," He shoved the plate of cookies into the nearest boy's hands. "You can keep these. We must be off to get our schedules. Come on guys. PADFOOT!" Sirius looked up from the latest student he was hugging. Seeing the look Remus was giving him, he rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I'm coming." He gave the kid one last squeeze before skipping after his friends, all of them laughing happily, and leaving a group of very, very, confused first-years with a plate of cookies behind them.
The Marauders were laughing madly by the time they made it to their dorm.
"Oh Merlin, did you see their faces!?"
"Yeah, and when Remus pulled out those cookies!"
"Nice touch Moony!"
"Well I do have my moments." The boys laughed and joked a bit more before leaving for their first class of their fourth year. Sirius lagged behind a bit, but quickly caught up to his friends.
"Guys, I have a good feeling about this year." he said as he glanced at the wall behind him, grinning.
33.) Switching personalities to scare the poor little first-years.
And there you have it. Another Symptom taken from my life. We had a party for incoming freshman at my youth group, so me and some friends acted all scary/ goth/ emo/ creepy in general and then hugged them all as they left. The looks on their faces: Priceless. XD
Hope you all enjoyed! Sorry again for the prolonged update. Please review! 3