The Story so far- Part 2

Also sorted that day, though not in succession as we were, were four Gryffindor boys. I remember paying particular attention to them, as they seemed to be destined to be troublemakers. They all apparently already knew one another, and were impatiently awaiting the great feast.

First came Sirius Black. He did look rather similar to Severus, but with a face that looked more shifty, and less defined. He is the only one of the Marauder I ever came to know in depth, but for the moment that is not important.

Next came James Potter. He was also a pureblood wizard, and of a family as well known and respected as the Snapes. The Potters, however, had never turned out a child who didn't end up in Gryffindor, and many people in the great hall that day knew that it would be a waste of time even bothering to check with the sorting hat. However, for the sake of tradition, the hat was the one who declared James a Gryffindor.

Third, came Remus Lupin. I remember seeing him well, as he had a large gash on his face and two streaks of grey hair up the sides of his head. They did not look odd or out of place on him, though, as they may have done on another student. he was behaving the least immature of the four, and as I learnt later on from Severus, Moony had had to grow up very quickly, for he carried a burden many men could not bear, let alone a boy.

Finally came Peter Pettigrew. He was short, tubby, and he looked clumsy and foolhardy, but all the same, there was something oddly likeable about his face. I did remind myself when the hat sorted him to Gryffindor that I must not judge a book by its cover, and indeed, if I had judged Wormtail so quickly, I would have put him in Hufflepuff without a second thought. I was always wary of him, though. He did not seem to belong, no matter what the hat had said.

The four were in a lot of our classes as Slytherin and Gryffindor usually had their shared lessons together, and I was able to observe them closely over the years. My father was an Auror, and I believe I did inherit some of his ability to look closely at people and to find what makes them tick. My distrust for them all grew venomously, and I do not know why, but Severus and Lily always seemed to believe me that there was something odd about all of them. This was the beginning of the mistrust and deep-seated hatred between the Marauders and the Fates.