Author's Note:
As those of you who follow me on Tumblr are aware — I have some exciting news to share! The World of ASC will continue on with a trilogy in which I am calling the KISMET TRILOGY.
After talking to Seriously Sam about an idea I had — which turned into multiple ideas after idea bouncing with Sam — she helped me decide how to make my wonderful world of ASC into a trilogy which I am calling the Kismet Trilogy. It will be posted in 3 parts.
1. The First Time Around (1965-1981)
Told in snippets and short stories of moments in the lives of the Marauders, from how they first met, to how James and Lily fell in love, to how Peter betrayed them. It will end with Sirius going to Azkaban. Many of these memories you will have already read pieces of in ASC; some of them have been expanded to be more, and some of them will be brand new. The story will be told chronologically, but each chapter is essentially a standalone moment in the lives of the Marauders and Jily.
2. A Second Chance (1985-1998)
The story that you've all come to love. The story of Sirius only spending 4 years in prison before he is finally given a trial and able to raise Harry with Remus the way that he should have. It is the story of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin as they learn what it means to be a father/brother/guardian to Harry while finding love themselves and the story of Harry Potter, a young boy with a loving home who learns about the Marauders from the two men who should have raised him as he grows into the man who will lead the war against Voldemort. Slow burn Hinny. It will be in 10 parts and part 10 will pick up in the aftermath.
3. TBA Third Story (1998-?)
Will pick up where ASC leaves off and continue into the future of the world and characters you've all come to love.
Why now you ask? Well, I have Marauder memories that I want to use and sadly, they just don't all fit into my story as memories.
I have ideas on things that I want to do with the future of my living characters in ASC and starting a new story might be the best way to do that.
And finally, because I am really excited to tell you that my world is NOT ending in the near future and I will provide you with more Hinny goodness and other couples to come.
I am calling the trilogy Kismet which means fate/destiny; a predetermined or unavoidable destiny; the property of being lucky; the, usually unfortunate, way of the world. I think it sums up what I want to do and what I have done so far in ASC and I am excited to share this news with you all!
Chapter One — The One Where Muggles are Filth will be posted this weekend (it starts in the year 1965 and is from the POV of Sirius Black).
I think it will allow those people who love Jily/Marauder to read a new fic and for those who love my ASC world, it will connect back to it. As well as for those interested, it will also provide more background on our loveable Marauders and Jily.
If all goes to plan, every weekend I will drop 2 chapters. One from The First Time Around (TFTA) and one from A Second Chance (ASC).
Thank you in advance! I hope you like it!
My posting schedule: Weekly.
Thanks to Dusk for her amazing editing skills.
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CHAPTER ONE:
The One Where Muggles Are Filth
August 1965…
Sirius Black was six years old the first time that he remembered his father telling him that Muggles were beneath him. He was outside in Claremont Square, playing in the street with the little boy from Number Nine. His name was Robbie and he taught Sirius how to play football. Sirius kicked the ball with glee, his cheeks spread in a grin as the boys from Number Four and Number Fourteen came to join in.
Orion Black came home to find his son in the street with the Muggles and his eyes narrowed. "Sirius! Inside! Now!"
Sirius hastily told his new friends goodbye before following his father through the entrance to Number Twelve; his new friends didn't notice the way that the house seemed to spring up between Numbers Eleven and Thirteen. The door had barely closed behind him before Orion's grey eyes, so like Sirius' own, stared him down.
"That boy is a Muggle, Sirius."
"I know, Father," he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "He said that he's going to show me how to play football. I don't know what it is, but it sounds brilliant! We'd only just started!"
"He's a Muggle, Sirius. We do not associate with such filth."
Sirius' brow furrowed. "He wasn't dirty."
Orion gestured for his son to follow him into the living room and told him to sit down. "Sirius, we're wizards. Do you know what that means?"
"We have magic," Sirius said.
"Yes, and Muggles cannot do magic."
"They can still do other wicked stuff. Like those cars, Father — I want to drive a car!"
Orion glared at him. "You will never do such a thing! Muggle inventions and Muggles themselves are disgustingly low creatures. They are not worthy to lick the mud from your boots — do you understand me?"
"Muggles are bad," Sirius surmised.
"Very bad. We are so much better than them. We do not associate with them. Muggles are filth, Sirius. We would no longer associate with them as we would the bugs under our feet. We do not play with them or speak to them at all if avoidable. Am I clear?"
Sirius nodded, his eyes downcast. "Yes, Father. But, Father, can Regulus come outside with me tomorrow to meet Robbie so that he can show us what football is?"
The slap sent him reeling.
He fell off of the chesterfield, holding his cheek, his eyes wide as he stared up at his father. His eyes watered and Orion raised his hand again.
"That boy is beneath you, Sirius, and you will not learn how to play a stupid bloody Muggle sport from him, nor play said sport, nor subject your younger brother to that disgusting and foul creature. Have I made myself clear?"
"But why? He was so nice," Sirius asked, not fully understanding why his father hated Robbie so much.
The second slap jogged his tear-ducts and they ran down his face.
"Blacks don't cry," Orion said sternly. "Pull yourself together. Now get upstairs to your room and think about what I told you. What are Muggles, Sirius?"
"Muggles are filth," he repeated, his eyes on his toes.
"Look at me when you say it."
Sirius' grey eyes looked up at his father, his hands behind his back as he held his head high. "Muggles are filth."
Orion stared at him a moment before he nodded. "Go to your room. At dinner you will tell me again what Muggles truly are."
Sirius scrambled to his feet, sucking back his tears as Orion watched him. "Yes, Father."
"I'm only doing this for your own good, Sirius," he said quietly. "I don't want to hit my son."
"I'm sorry, Father."
Orion nodded. "Go on now, upstairs, and think about what you've done. If I have to punish you again, it will be with my wand, and I can promise you, it will make that slap look like child's play."
Sirius ran upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him. He wiped the tears from his cheeks before he moved to the window to look outside at his new friends playing in the street. He could hear their laughter and his heart clenched.
Muggles were filth, he repeated. And they were beneath them.
He wouldn't forget those words again.
End Author's Notes:
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