A/N OK A WORMTAIL FIC, I KNOW YA'LL HATE HIM, BUT UM...THIS IS MY VIEW OF HIM, BASICALLY A NICE GUY WHO HAS A WEAK PERSONALITY AND MADE SOME BAD DECISIONS STUCK WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE SO NOBLE THEY OUTSHINE THE GODS. ANYWAY, SIRIUS WILL KILL ME FOR WRITING THIS....BUT THEN AGAIN HE WANTS TO KILL ME MOST OF THE TIME, ANYHOW........THIS IS A QUOTE FIC! MAYBE I'LL NOW BE OBSSESSED W/ THEM INSTAED OF SONGFICS? NAH, NOT LIKELY............
"Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of that first link on one memorable day." - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
It was the last day at Hogwarts. Not just the last day before summer, the last day for eternity. The end of their schooling, and they were overjoyed, yet miserable at the same time.
"Good old Hogwarts," Sirius sighed as he patted the brick wall to his left.
"I'm sure gonna miss it," James added.
"She was a good school wasn't she?" Peter asked.
The others nodded in agreement. All four of the Marauders were standing in the entrance hall for one last look around. The train would be arriving in a half an hour.
"Excuse me, but um, Dumbledore wants to see you all in his office. He says it's very important," a girl with auburn hair and bright green eyes said to them, breaking their train of thought.
"Oh, okay, we'll be there in a second. Thanks, Lily." James replied softly.
They walked quickly through the winding corridors to a stonewall. There they stood in front of a monolithic gargoyle, muttering the password "Bumbleshoots." They were not strangers to the headmaster's office (or to any teacher's, for that matter) and the gargoyle nodded knowingly, springing aside to allow them to pass through.
A large, flowing staircase transported them slowly upwards along a winding path. The knocked upon the wooden door at the head of the stairs and were bade enter by the calm voice of the headmaster.
Dumbledore stood behind his desk, smiling at them, his blue eyes twinkling. "Welcome he said, please take a seat. I need to speak with you for few moments before you go along your way."
They each took a seat around his desk, listening intently.
"I have summoned you hear to talk about what will happen to you once you leave this school." He gazed at his watch, "and that will happen in a suprisingly short amount of time. Anyway, let me explain what normally happens when a student graduates. You remember this?" he asked, gesturing to an old frayed hat perched on an upper shelf.
"The sorting hat," they replied in unison.
"Exactly, but it not only sorts students into houses. When they are ready to go out into the world as you four will do today, it gives them some advice. It tells them which jobs they are best suited for. For instance, it has just finished advising young Lily to look for a career in Charms."
"So we try on the hat?" Remus asked.
"If you wish, but I have a favor to ask of you."
"We're listening," James put in.
"I would ask you not to try on the hat. But to help me in a very important, and, indeed, dangerous task." He took a deep breath before continuing. "You are some of the best students that this school has ever seen. And, no, I don't just say that to everyone. You know yourselves that you are some of the brightest, but you are also noble and brave. Those traits will help you in times like these. You know the Dark Lord is taking over, everyday gaining more power. I want you to help me fight him."
"Well--" Sirius began.
"Listen a moment. You do not have to join me. You may try on the hat and take a normal job. This occupation will not be pretty or pleasant. It will be dangerous, and you will be risking your lives every moment. It may very well fail and we all may perish. Or we may become heroes for defeating this dark force. The choice is yours, do not make a decision you will regret."
He looked directly at Peter as he said these last words, but the boy paid him no heed. He was already convinced he must help Dumbledore. Especially if the other were going too...
"I'm in," said James immediately.
The others followed suit and their risky career a s Aurors began.
"Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of that first link on one memorable day." - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
It was the last day at Hogwarts. Not just the last day before summer, the last day for eternity. The end of their schooling, and they were overjoyed, yet miserable at the same time.
"Good old Hogwarts," Sirius sighed as he patted the brick wall to his left.
"I'm sure gonna miss it," James added.
"She was a good school wasn't she?" Peter asked.
The others nodded in agreement. All four of the Marauders were standing in the entrance hall for one last look around. The train would be arriving in a half an hour.
"Excuse me, but um, Dumbledore wants to see you all in his office. He says it's very important," a girl with auburn hair and bright green eyes said to them, breaking their train of thought.
"Oh, okay, we'll be there in a second. Thanks, Lily." James replied softly.
They walked quickly through the winding corridors to a stonewall. There they stood in front of a monolithic gargoyle, muttering the password "Bumbleshoots." They were not strangers to the headmaster's office (or to any teacher's, for that matter) and the gargoyle nodded knowingly, springing aside to allow them to pass through.
A large, flowing staircase transported them slowly upwards along a winding path. The knocked upon the wooden door at the head of the stairs and were bade enter by the calm voice of the headmaster.
Dumbledore stood behind his desk, smiling at them, his blue eyes twinkling. "Welcome he said, please take a seat. I need to speak with you for few moments before you go along your way."
They each took a seat around his desk, listening intently.
"I have summoned you hear to talk about what will happen to you once you leave this school." He gazed at his watch, "and that will happen in a suprisingly short amount of time. Anyway, let me explain what normally happens when a student graduates. You remember this?" he asked, gesturing to an old frayed hat perched on an upper shelf.
"The sorting hat," they replied in unison.
"Exactly, but it not only sorts students into houses. When they are ready to go out into the world as you four will do today, it gives them some advice. It tells them which jobs they are best suited for. For instance, it has just finished advising young Lily to look for a career in Charms."
"So we try on the hat?" Remus asked.
"If you wish, but I have a favor to ask of you."
"We're listening," James put in.
"I would ask you not to try on the hat. But to help me in a very important, and, indeed, dangerous task." He took a deep breath before continuing. "You are some of the best students that this school has ever seen. And, no, I don't just say that to everyone. You know yourselves that you are some of the brightest, but you are also noble and brave. Those traits will help you in times like these. You know the Dark Lord is taking over, everyday gaining more power. I want you to help me fight him."
"Well--" Sirius began.
"Listen a moment. You do not have to join me. You may try on the hat and take a normal job. This occupation will not be pretty or pleasant. It will be dangerous, and you will be risking your lives every moment. It may very well fail and we all may perish. Or we may become heroes for defeating this dark force. The choice is yours, do not make a decision you will regret."
He looked directly at Peter as he said these last words, but the boy paid him no heed. He was already convinced he must help Dumbledore. Especially if the other were going too...
"I'm in," said James immediately.
The others followed suit and their risky career a s Aurors began.