Chapter two of 'Marauders Four'
ok, i hope you all liked the last chapter and from the reviews I got, that is very likely.
DISCLAIMER - All characters belong to J.K Rowling, none belong to me
I have a few things to clear up before the begining of this chapter.
1. This is going to be done as like diary entrys, the story is told by Lily in 1977, but it is being read by Harry in 1997 so he has a few little sections to. This: ~*~*~*~*~ will indicate that you are now reading from the diary of Lily Evans.
2. I said in the last chapter about the five adults (2 parents, 1 betrayer, 2 teachers) now the two teachers, Remus is back to teach DADA (yay!!!) and Sirius, who name has been cleared, is now teaching astronomy..
3. In the list of items being added last chapter, Peter added a written appology from Severus. That will all be explained later in the story.
Read, Review and enjoy
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It was still raining outside as Harry began to look through the other contents of the box. There were quidditch robes in scarlet and gold. Harry smiled and smelt them, the musty smell hitting his nose. He had hoped they would still smell like his father, but of course, it was very unlikely the at would happen.
There was also a black velvet box that was wrapped up in the robes. It had the hogwarts crest on the top of it. Harry opened the small box, it's hinges creaking loudly at being opened for the first time in 20 years. Inside was a golden snitch. ans small gold writing on the inside of the lid. 'To James Potter, best Gryffindor seeker and captian of our time'
Harry smiled, he had alway been told he was so much like his father (except for the eyes, everyone agreed that they were from his mother) but it was still hard for Harry to believe that him and his father had so much in common. Both seekers, both quidditch captians, both with average school grades, but over achieving in other areas.
There were other things in the box, like a red pocket knife, much like the one that he had gotten from Sirius a few years prior. This knife had the same handle, and all of the same accessories as his own. That is why it was no shock to Harry when he saw the engraving in the red handle, 'Sirius M Black'
There was a neck lace, and it was beautiful. A tooth of some sort of beast was held on a thin peice of leather. He wondered who it had belonged to, it was more than likely Sirius' as well, he had always been into leather. (he was the only person Harry knew who would wear leather pants in the summer... you did not even want to know about his obsession with dog collars...) But the pendant could have also belonged to Remus. The tooth look as though it was from a wild animal, maybe even a werewolf.
There were some potions assignments, all with perfect marks. Harry dropped them when he saw the name in the upper right hand corner. Peter Pedigrew. Wormtail, the slimy rat that had betrayed both Harry and his parents, the rat that had betrayed his parents friendship and had them sentenced to death. The man who left Harry to grow up with out love or a family.
But he picked the parchments up again, he was going to use the contents of the box as a learning experience, to find out more about his parents, more about his god father, more about his mentor, and even, if possible, more about the man who betrayed him in the worst possible way.
Next thing that Harry pulled out of the box was a pile of photographs. Each, after being locked up in a box for 20 years, were pictures of sleeping teenagers, but it was obvious as to who they were.
The last thing to come from the box were two books. One with red and gold binding, and the other with black and gold binding. Harry picked up the red book first and flipped it open to the first page.
'The poetic works of Sirius M Black' Harry burst out laughing again, so it wasn't just a joke that his mother had played on any of the gryffindors.
Harry went to read one of the poems, but there was something about the other book that was calling him to it. He dropped the red book and picked up the black one. Inside, written in the same elegant cursive as the letter, was
'The diary of Lily Evans'
Harry's heart was beating furiously in his chest, his mothers diary. He went to turn the page to keep reading, but stopped.
It was strange, the last person to hold this diary was his mother. Now he held it in his hands, and he was aprehensive to turn the page.
Secrets, answers to Harry's questions, funny storys and even a little bit of gossip were in the next few pages, but Harry couldn't bring himself to open the book and read.
His mother would have told him everthing if she had been alive, and if she was willing to let a stranger read it, she would be ok with her own son reading it...right.
So he turned to page, sighed, settled back into his bed, and began to read...
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September 1, 1976
Dear Diary,
I am going to start by warning you that I am not the type of person who would keep a diary. I am not the type of girl who spends hours and hours at a time giggling over boys and how cute they are, the following pages will not be filled with how much I think James Potter is soooo dreamy (ok, that is true, but I am not going to go on about it) and I am not going to be writing endless pages of I love yous and forget me nots, I am not that type a girl and you are not that type of diary.
I am, however, going to be filling these pages with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me merlin. Facts, facts and only facts about what I am thinking and feeling, in this, my seventh year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
The only reason I am even keeping this diary is because, I am told, It will help keep me sane. Last years head girl, and a dear friend of mine Jessica Fletchy-Finch, told me that her diary helped her clear her thoughts on the rough days and acted like a ever listening best friend on the good days, so, with that in mind, I decieded to start my own diary this year.
I guess I should star by telling a little about me (why? so if I ever read this in years to come, I can remember what I was feeling at the time.) I am sixteen, going to be seventeen in November. I am tall-ish with red hair and green eyes (that is kinda bad, if Sirius says one more thing about me being a christmas tree, I sware I will hex him into the next century) I am a muggle born witch and I have one sister, Petunia (she thinks I am a freak, but I know that deep down inside she is just jealous) I have four best frineds, and funnily enough, they are all boys
I should tell you a little about them to, First I will start with Remus. I have to say that Remus is my closest friend in the world. Remus and I can tell each other everything. I dont know why, but we formed an instant connection, from the moment that we met on the train on my first day of first year. I was scared, being a muggle born who didn't know her way around the magic world, I was petrified. I found a compartment on the train, and then Remus came in. He introduced himself, and for some reason, he seemed as scared as I was. We were talking and he told me about the magic world, and we were best friends really early on.
Remus is a werewolf, he told me that in our third week of school. I knew before any of the other students did. He said he wanted me to know so that I wasn't hurt by any of the nasty rumors that would start if his secret ever got out. He was scared that I wouldn't want anything to do with him once I found out, but if possible, him telling me his secret made me care for him more. He is the bravest, specialist person in all of Hogwarts. He may not be funny like Sirius, he may not be a quidditch champion like James, he may not be a potions genius like Peter, and he may not be a prefect or the head boy, but he is the bravest man I know, becasue he is living with a secret. I just hope he is not judged in the future because of his unfortunate circumstances.
Then there is Sirius. He is a great person, so funny, there is not a day where he does not amuse me beyond belief. But most people down know of his gentle side. I think I am the only one who sees Sirius for what he really is...a big baby with the worlds softest heart.
To look at him, you would think he is some where between an orge and a troll. He is tall, maybe about 6 foot, his long, shaggy black hair is never neat, and he always looks as though he needs a shave. But he really is a sweet heart. And he writes poetry, it may be a little bad, and sometimes it rhymes to much and sounds like a limerick, but it is another side of Sirius that no one every really sees. He approached me with his poetry first, because he trusted me not to laugh, and he has talent, he really does. Sirius has a great ability to take what he sees, as he sees it, and but it into the words.
First years a petrified of Sirius, and to tell you the truth, I dont blame them, if I was 11 and 17 year old Sirius Black approached me, I would probably run off screaming to, but once the younger kids get to know him, it is really not that bad. The younger kids come to idolise him, along with his best friend James.
James Potter, Gryffindor Quidditch superstar and another one of my best friends. James is the best seeker this school has seen in also 100 years. One day he even caught the snitch in 8 minutes, Sirius recons it is a record, and that no one would ever be able to beat that.
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Harry smiled, in his sixth year, in a game against Slytherin, he had smashed his fathers record for the second time, he caught the snitch in 3 and a half minutes, the quickest quidditch game in the history of Hogwarts.
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Any way, James is head boy this year, and we have to work together. I dont know if that is a blessing or a bad thing. It is a blessing, because I dont have to work alongside Serverus Snape (every one thought he would be head boy because his father bribes every one). But it is also bad because James is my friend, we have to be serious this year, but James is all pranks and jokes, and ia m pretty sure we will get no work done.
I like James, as I mentioned before he is really cute, but he also has the best personality in the world. He is sweet to everyone and will go out of his way in order to help people. That is why he was given to position of head boy this year. He may not be the quickest snitch in the shed when it comes to school work and studying, but he is loved by all. Occasionally, he will do some thing really stupid and lose points for Gryffindor, but other than that, he was loved and idolised by every one.
And then there is Peter. I have to admit that after seven years, I still dont know very much about Peter, he likes to be by himself alot. But I do know that if there is anything I want to know about Potions or defense against the dark arts, I ask him. He is a genius in those subjects.
But he doesn't like much else. I have tried to make an effort, I really have, I talk to him about things, but he always replies in monosylables. James kind of takes responsibilty for him, and I think that is really sweet. Peter didn't have many friends when he came to Hogwarts, he always looked scared and over whelmed, so James and Sirius took him under their wings, and now, seven years later, he still looks scared and over whelmed, but no he has some people to talk to.
So they are the people in my life, my best friends who are really more like a family to me. And in some ways they are all I have here at school. I never really got along with the girls of my school, I am always to busy stuying to gossip and talk make up with them, but the boys have always accepted me as one of them.
I am head girl this year, and I gave to admit I am just a little worried. I dont want to let down any of my fellow students or teachers. And i sure as hell dont want to fail at my task, I dont want to have to go home and hear Petunia preach about how I failed myself and the other "freaks" at my school.
Petunia tells people I was sent to a home for wayward children, but I dont mind, that just makes summers more interesting when I go home (and some times when the boys come with me) and we spend all of our time acting like rebels and embarrasing her. Deep down I love my sister, we used to be best friends, but then i was excepted to Hogwarts and she wasn't. I just hope that one ay she will get over her stubborness and we can be friends again.
Well, I guess that is all I have to say for the time being, I hope to write something every day, but I am sure my life will get hecktic and I'll have trouble keeping up.
But, untill next time
Lily
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Harry smiled, just in one afternoon, he had learnt more about his mother than he had from 17 years of asking questions.
He rubbed his eyes, sighed, and then stood, hiding the diary under his pillow, a moving towards the great hall for dinner.
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A FEW MESSAGES FOR REVIEWERS -
LIGHTNING BUG - What have you got against Ron and Hermione stories? What is wrong with them? Sure they are not my fave ship either (I am a Percy/ Hermione shipper, or a George/Percy shipper) but some times it is nice for Ron to get some action, dont you think? Gee, they did nothing to you so let them be happy. But you will be excited to know that this is not a story about them, I just had to have them do something to make Harry go to his room! And also, miss bug, I wish to bring your attention to something, You told me to get a beta reader to fix my spelling and Grammar, I wish to bring your attention to your spelling and Grammar in your review. You spelt Freak as "frek" and you spelt Grammar as "grammer" maybe you should get a beta reader to check your reviews...(j/k)
KIRINA - I know, now that I think back on it, there is no way that Harry could have accio-ed his wand to himself, but you know, it kind of works for the fic and no one else has mentioned it. And I also dont believe Peter was always a git. I recon he was once a scared little boy, and then he turned evil and began taking advantage of peoples friendship.
Thanks for the reviews, keep em coming.
ok, i hope you all liked the last chapter and from the reviews I got, that is very likely.
DISCLAIMER - All characters belong to J.K Rowling, none belong to me
I have a few things to clear up before the begining of this chapter.
1. This is going to be done as like diary entrys, the story is told by Lily in 1977, but it is being read by Harry in 1997 so he has a few little sections to. This: ~*~*~*~*~ will indicate that you are now reading from the diary of Lily Evans.
2. I said in the last chapter about the five adults (2 parents, 1 betrayer, 2 teachers) now the two teachers, Remus is back to teach DADA (yay!!!) and Sirius, who name has been cleared, is now teaching astronomy..
3. In the list of items being added last chapter, Peter added a written appology from Severus. That will all be explained later in the story.
Read, Review and enjoy
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It was still raining outside as Harry began to look through the other contents of the box. There were quidditch robes in scarlet and gold. Harry smiled and smelt them, the musty smell hitting his nose. He had hoped they would still smell like his father, but of course, it was very unlikely the at would happen.
There was also a black velvet box that was wrapped up in the robes. It had the hogwarts crest on the top of it. Harry opened the small box, it's hinges creaking loudly at being opened for the first time in 20 years. Inside was a golden snitch. ans small gold writing on the inside of the lid. 'To James Potter, best Gryffindor seeker and captian of our time'
Harry smiled, he had alway been told he was so much like his father (except for the eyes, everyone agreed that they were from his mother) but it was still hard for Harry to believe that him and his father had so much in common. Both seekers, both quidditch captians, both with average school grades, but over achieving in other areas.
There were other things in the box, like a red pocket knife, much like the one that he had gotten from Sirius a few years prior. This knife had the same handle, and all of the same accessories as his own. That is why it was no shock to Harry when he saw the engraving in the red handle, 'Sirius M Black'
There was a neck lace, and it was beautiful. A tooth of some sort of beast was held on a thin peice of leather. He wondered who it had belonged to, it was more than likely Sirius' as well, he had always been into leather. (he was the only person Harry knew who would wear leather pants in the summer... you did not even want to know about his obsession with dog collars...) But the pendant could have also belonged to Remus. The tooth look as though it was from a wild animal, maybe even a werewolf.
There were some potions assignments, all with perfect marks. Harry dropped them when he saw the name in the upper right hand corner. Peter Pedigrew. Wormtail, the slimy rat that had betrayed both Harry and his parents, the rat that had betrayed his parents friendship and had them sentenced to death. The man who left Harry to grow up with out love or a family.
But he picked the parchments up again, he was going to use the contents of the box as a learning experience, to find out more about his parents, more about his god father, more about his mentor, and even, if possible, more about the man who betrayed him in the worst possible way.
Next thing that Harry pulled out of the box was a pile of photographs. Each, after being locked up in a box for 20 years, were pictures of sleeping teenagers, but it was obvious as to who they were.
The last thing to come from the box were two books. One with red and gold binding, and the other with black and gold binding. Harry picked up the red book first and flipped it open to the first page.
'The poetic works of Sirius M Black' Harry burst out laughing again, so it wasn't just a joke that his mother had played on any of the gryffindors.
Harry went to read one of the poems, but there was something about the other book that was calling him to it. He dropped the red book and picked up the black one. Inside, written in the same elegant cursive as the letter, was
'The diary of Lily Evans'
Harry's heart was beating furiously in his chest, his mothers diary. He went to turn the page to keep reading, but stopped.
It was strange, the last person to hold this diary was his mother. Now he held it in his hands, and he was aprehensive to turn the page.
Secrets, answers to Harry's questions, funny storys and even a little bit of gossip were in the next few pages, but Harry couldn't bring himself to open the book and read.
His mother would have told him everthing if she had been alive, and if she was willing to let a stranger read it, she would be ok with her own son reading it...right.
So he turned to page, sighed, settled back into his bed, and began to read...
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September 1, 1976
Dear Diary,
I am going to start by warning you that I am not the type of person who would keep a diary. I am not the type of girl who spends hours and hours at a time giggling over boys and how cute they are, the following pages will not be filled with how much I think James Potter is soooo dreamy (ok, that is true, but I am not going to go on about it) and I am not going to be writing endless pages of I love yous and forget me nots, I am not that type a girl and you are not that type of diary.
I am, however, going to be filling these pages with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me merlin. Facts, facts and only facts about what I am thinking and feeling, in this, my seventh year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
The only reason I am even keeping this diary is because, I am told, It will help keep me sane. Last years head girl, and a dear friend of mine Jessica Fletchy-Finch, told me that her diary helped her clear her thoughts on the rough days and acted like a ever listening best friend on the good days, so, with that in mind, I decieded to start my own diary this year.
I guess I should star by telling a little about me (why? so if I ever read this in years to come, I can remember what I was feeling at the time.) I am sixteen, going to be seventeen in November. I am tall-ish with red hair and green eyes (that is kinda bad, if Sirius says one more thing about me being a christmas tree, I sware I will hex him into the next century) I am a muggle born witch and I have one sister, Petunia (she thinks I am a freak, but I know that deep down inside she is just jealous) I have four best frineds, and funnily enough, they are all boys
I should tell you a little about them to, First I will start with Remus. I have to say that Remus is my closest friend in the world. Remus and I can tell each other everything. I dont know why, but we formed an instant connection, from the moment that we met on the train on my first day of first year. I was scared, being a muggle born who didn't know her way around the magic world, I was petrified. I found a compartment on the train, and then Remus came in. He introduced himself, and for some reason, he seemed as scared as I was. We were talking and he told me about the magic world, and we were best friends really early on.
Remus is a werewolf, he told me that in our third week of school. I knew before any of the other students did. He said he wanted me to know so that I wasn't hurt by any of the nasty rumors that would start if his secret ever got out. He was scared that I wouldn't want anything to do with him once I found out, but if possible, him telling me his secret made me care for him more. He is the bravest, specialist person in all of Hogwarts. He may not be funny like Sirius, he may not be a quidditch champion like James, he may not be a potions genius like Peter, and he may not be a prefect or the head boy, but he is the bravest man I know, becasue he is living with a secret. I just hope he is not judged in the future because of his unfortunate circumstances.
Then there is Sirius. He is a great person, so funny, there is not a day where he does not amuse me beyond belief. But most people down know of his gentle side. I think I am the only one who sees Sirius for what he really is...a big baby with the worlds softest heart.
To look at him, you would think he is some where between an orge and a troll. He is tall, maybe about 6 foot, his long, shaggy black hair is never neat, and he always looks as though he needs a shave. But he really is a sweet heart. And he writes poetry, it may be a little bad, and sometimes it rhymes to much and sounds like a limerick, but it is another side of Sirius that no one every really sees. He approached me with his poetry first, because he trusted me not to laugh, and he has talent, he really does. Sirius has a great ability to take what he sees, as he sees it, and but it into the words.
First years a petrified of Sirius, and to tell you the truth, I dont blame them, if I was 11 and 17 year old Sirius Black approached me, I would probably run off screaming to, but once the younger kids get to know him, it is really not that bad. The younger kids come to idolise him, along with his best friend James.
James Potter, Gryffindor Quidditch superstar and another one of my best friends. James is the best seeker this school has seen in also 100 years. One day he even caught the snitch in 8 minutes, Sirius recons it is a record, and that no one would ever be able to beat that.
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Harry smiled, in his sixth year, in a game against Slytherin, he had smashed his fathers record for the second time, he caught the snitch in 3 and a half minutes, the quickest quidditch game in the history of Hogwarts.
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Any way, James is head boy this year, and we have to work together. I dont know if that is a blessing or a bad thing. It is a blessing, because I dont have to work alongside Serverus Snape (every one thought he would be head boy because his father bribes every one). But it is also bad because James is my friend, we have to be serious this year, but James is all pranks and jokes, and ia m pretty sure we will get no work done.
I like James, as I mentioned before he is really cute, but he also has the best personality in the world. He is sweet to everyone and will go out of his way in order to help people. That is why he was given to position of head boy this year. He may not be the quickest snitch in the shed when it comes to school work and studying, but he is loved by all. Occasionally, he will do some thing really stupid and lose points for Gryffindor, but other than that, he was loved and idolised by every one.
And then there is Peter. I have to admit that after seven years, I still dont know very much about Peter, he likes to be by himself alot. But I do know that if there is anything I want to know about Potions or defense against the dark arts, I ask him. He is a genius in those subjects.
But he doesn't like much else. I have tried to make an effort, I really have, I talk to him about things, but he always replies in monosylables. James kind of takes responsibilty for him, and I think that is really sweet. Peter didn't have many friends when he came to Hogwarts, he always looked scared and over whelmed, so James and Sirius took him under their wings, and now, seven years later, he still looks scared and over whelmed, but no he has some people to talk to.
So they are the people in my life, my best friends who are really more like a family to me. And in some ways they are all I have here at school. I never really got along with the girls of my school, I am always to busy stuying to gossip and talk make up with them, but the boys have always accepted me as one of them.
I am head girl this year, and I gave to admit I am just a little worried. I dont want to let down any of my fellow students or teachers. And i sure as hell dont want to fail at my task, I dont want to have to go home and hear Petunia preach about how I failed myself and the other "freaks" at my school.
Petunia tells people I was sent to a home for wayward children, but I dont mind, that just makes summers more interesting when I go home (and some times when the boys come with me) and we spend all of our time acting like rebels and embarrasing her. Deep down I love my sister, we used to be best friends, but then i was excepted to Hogwarts and she wasn't. I just hope that one ay she will get over her stubborness and we can be friends again.
Well, I guess that is all I have to say for the time being, I hope to write something every day, but I am sure my life will get hecktic and I'll have trouble keeping up.
But, untill next time
Lily
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Harry smiled, just in one afternoon, he had learnt more about his mother than he had from 17 years of asking questions.
He rubbed his eyes, sighed, and then stood, hiding the diary under his pillow, a moving towards the great hall for dinner.
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A FEW MESSAGES FOR REVIEWERS -
LIGHTNING BUG - What have you got against Ron and Hermione stories? What is wrong with them? Sure they are not my fave ship either (I am a Percy/ Hermione shipper, or a George/Percy shipper) but some times it is nice for Ron to get some action, dont you think? Gee, they did nothing to you so let them be happy. But you will be excited to know that this is not a story about them, I just had to have them do something to make Harry go to his room! And also, miss bug, I wish to bring your attention to something, You told me to get a beta reader to fix my spelling and Grammar, I wish to bring your attention to your spelling and Grammar in your review. You spelt Freak as "frek" and you spelt Grammar as "grammer" maybe you should get a beta reader to check your reviews...(j/k)
KIRINA - I know, now that I think back on it, there is no way that Harry could have accio-ed his wand to himself, but you know, it kind of works for the fic and no one else has mentioned it. And I also dont believe Peter was always a git. I recon he was once a scared little boy, and then he turned evil and began taking advantage of peoples friendship.
Thanks for the reviews, keep em coming.