The Marauders: the truth behind the lies

by HogwartsProudHufflepuff

Sirius Black is in Prison, Peter Pettigrew is assumed dead and Remus Lupin has retreated inside himself. But all is not how it seems. Before the Boy who lived. We will relive the tale of the Mischeivious Marauders and their time at Hogwarts. The first few years will just be a summery and a few key parts. Last few will be longer. Might go into Harrys timeline. Eventually.

2. Friendships

Sirius sat down in the empty compartment at the end of the train, lent his head on the cold glass and sighed. His journey to the station had been a nightmare. Regulus has grabbed his hand as they left the house and hadn't let go until they were on the platform, no matter the looks their parents gave him. He hoped that he wouldn't get told of, not when Sirius wasn't there to protect him.

James hugged his parents goodbye and got on the train. They had arrived fashionably late (a potter tradition) and there were hardly any compartments left. He skirted round a few with people he recognised from his parents warnings, such as Barry Crouch Jr. By the time he got to the end of the train, his tired brain couldn't fully function anymore. He entered the last compartment to find a solitary boy with shoulder length, black wavy hair who was staring passively out the window. He gave a small chuckle when the boy jumped as he put away his bags. When he turned to look at him properly he realised he had dark grey eyes. James knew that there was a Pureblood family that contained these special features but he was tired and just wanted to sit down. He stretched out a hand to the boy.

"James Potter, pleased to meet you, may I sit here?"

Sirius stared at the messy haired tan boy who stood next to him, hazel eyes twinkling as he waited for Sirius answer. He was indeed a Potter, so he should've recognised Sirius' family traits. Then again, the Potter family were also known for being exceedingly oblivious. He gently took the boys hand and shook it, and just to be careful, replied

"Sirius. Sure, I don't think anyone else is going to"

The boy laid down on the seats in front of Sirius. They surveyed each other warily, but in a few moments where acting like they had known each other their whole lives. They cracked jokes and told stories the entire trip, only remembering to put their robes on when a very rude redhead and her greasy friend walked in to go to the toilet. Sirius knew that James would become aware of his heritage at the sorting, but was even more nervous as to whether they would remain friends if they were in different houses.