Water Lilies
First Chapter in which the three meet up and introduce themselves
The first Marauder there was Remus Lupin. From the outside, he seemed like a quiet boy. He got strait A's in school, added two inches to what the teacher assigned, and let his friends copy his paper when they needed, but they had to finish before his lecture stopped. Normally that gave them extra time. However, his friends knew his wild side. He would take any dare and come up with and do any prank in or not in the book. He could come up with the best. And there was the night when Sirius spiked his butter beer. but he still seemed like an ordinary, quiet boy.
Of course, most of the time he was. But there was one thing different about him, like a couple thousand other people in Britain. He was a wizard. Remus was eleven and going to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Remus could be thought of as handsome, in a reserved way. He had grey-blue eyes and soft looking hair. In fact, it was soft.
Remus had come at ten-thirty a.m. or a half an hour early, to his disgust. It had been a long drive to the train station at which he would soon be leave from. He hated waking up early. Remus walked slowly through the barrier. He never got it; parents said to run through if you're nervous, but it would hurt more if you ran and it didn't work. The station was about half full. There were several people with prefect badges and the Head Boy and Girl were there also. Remus waved goodbye to his parents and reserved a compartment for 'The Marauders.' At ten-fifty Remus got out. Sirius should have been there. As usual, Remus guessed, he was preparing a dramatic entrance. Remus didn't know how right he was.
~*~
Wizarding families outside Platform nine and three quarters were quite mad at a supposed Muggle. They had a good reason. They couldn't get through to the platform. Many were afraid they wouldn't be able to get on the train in time. You see, a young boy was blocking them. He had dark hair in a messy-yet- organized-cute style. His face was also quite handsome and playful. He leaned, seemingly, against the barrier between Platform nine and three quarters, checking his watch every now and then, (which, if they had checked his watch, had a hand on, "Get your ass through that barrier right now, Sirius Black!) not worrying about the glares he was getting. In fact, he smiled in a sickly-sweet way at them. He didn't seem bored either. He was quite excited for no apparent reason and seemed to be nearly laughing. Laughing at them. It was obvious in his manner, that Sirius Black was a very outward person. Sirius Black was not afraid of being embarrassed or girl cooties, as he more than knew that they had none. Mr. Black had been flirting with girls for about three years by now and was proud to say he had asked a twenty year old girl out at nine years old. Of course, the fact that she said ewe, seemed very offended, and complained to his mother that her son was asking married women on dates, did nothing to hurt his pride. It had been a dare.
Through the barrier, you could see a cart with several trunks on it just sitting there. On top of it there was a sign. It said, "Do Not Touch or Sirius will seriously have to hurt you!" In a finer print it said, "This is a threat."
Meanwhile the eleven year old boy named Sirius who wasn't serious saw his friend James waving Goodbye to his sad mother. How embarrassing! "James, over here!"
James Potter was and eleven year old boy with messy black hair like a mop on his head. His eyes were blue and he wore glasses that were of the latest fashion: round. He wore slightly baggy blue jeans and a blue shirt. It looked good on him. James was like his friends. He was quite popular like Sirius, (this was less so for Remus,) but had a kind of bookie side every one in a while like Remus. James and Sirius were best mates; they had known each other since they were four. The two were always either coming up with a prank, flying, coming up with a prank, torturing Remus, (in a friendly way,) coming up with a prank, or playing a prank. In other words, they had notebooks full of pranks they had yet to do. Not that Remus didn't come up with any pranks, but he came up with the more clever ones. James was also a wonderful flier. James was planning on trying out for the Quidditch Team as Chaser. To more conclude the three friends, Remus was clever, Sirius was obnoxious and funny, and James was a mix, only more sporty.
"Sirius! People are trying to get through!" James wasn't shocked by his friend's behavior. Sirius normally did crazy things.
"Really? Why didn't they tell me?" Sirius pulled his cart out of the barrier and stepped a side. His fellow wizards and witches glared at him. "James, go find Remus and bring him out here, I brought a grand opening," whispered Sirius. James groaned but did what he was told to. Hopefully this 'Grand Opening' was pleasant, unlike their war in the wizard grade school. Sirius, the master of dung bombs and fireworks, had made a display they said, "James likes Lacy Durkins!" Lacy was the ugliest girl in the school. Of course, later on James had spray painted the ceiling to say, "Sirius is Gay," but it was only fair.
James wish came true luckily. When they walked in a burst of fireworks came out, all timed to go off at the perfect time. Sirius pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorous," James and Remus caught on and did the same. No doubt he had studied his books this summer, amazingly. "Ladies and- " Sirius was cut off by James, who got the flow.
"Gentleman," continued James. After so many years with someone, you begin to understand how they think. This was sometimes unfortunate; considering it was Sirius we're talking about. Sirius wasn't stupid, but got in a lot, I repeat, a lot of trouble.
Sirius took the attention back, "We are proud to-" Sirius still had to start the phrases before the other Marauders caught on. Someday, they hoped to be able to read the others' mind, but for now, well, we'll just say, the world isn't perfect.
Remus also had to take some part of it. "Present:" James wasn't the only one with the ability. Remus could be a bookworm every once in a while but he still fit in perfect. You couldn't be a member of the Marauders if you didn't fit. If it was restricted to whom they knew well, even Severus Snape, a slimy git they knew, would be allowed. You learned a lot when trying to find people boxers to hang on the flagpole. Especially if you learn they don't wear them.
All of them finished with, "The Marauders!" It may have seemed like an end to the show but the two knew Sirius; he would always plan more. Sometimes too much more. Sirius had a gift of trouble. And getting others in it. More often his friends.
A blue light, Sirius's favorite color, burst above Sirius's head. "Sirius Black!" Most people thought Black would like the color black, but Sirius hated it. He thought it was dark and mean. He hated purple too. He said blue was the color of trouble and pointed out tsunamis, typhoons and hurricanes. Sirius didn't realize typhoons and hurricanes were the same thing. That was a typical Sirius; Never paying attention to unnecessary things told.
Next a green light lit up the top of James. Emerald was his favorite color. "James Potter!" Sirius always said James was weird liking green. "It's the color of my face when I'm sick," he told James once. James didn't know why he liked, he just did.
Last but not least, a dark shade of scarlet burst over Remus. "Remus Lupin!" Remus had never really had a favorite color, but this shade was pretty he had said once.
A burst of daisies fell down to the girls. It would become an annual event. Each year a bigger flower would be used and on the last year, a lily. But they didn't know that. Not yet. But I let you in on it anyhow. However, Sirius, being a boy, had made the number of flowers a girl got significant. Sirius told the other Marauders that it was a scale from one to ten on their looks. One of the girls nearby got one.
At last they were on the train. They were leaving the Muggle world behind for a world of adventures and love. A world of tricks and, scarily, Sirius. A world of flowers and slime.
First Chapter in which the three meet up and introduce themselves
The first Marauder there was Remus Lupin. From the outside, he seemed like a quiet boy. He got strait A's in school, added two inches to what the teacher assigned, and let his friends copy his paper when they needed, but they had to finish before his lecture stopped. Normally that gave them extra time. However, his friends knew his wild side. He would take any dare and come up with and do any prank in or not in the book. He could come up with the best. And there was the night when Sirius spiked his butter beer. but he still seemed like an ordinary, quiet boy.
Of course, most of the time he was. But there was one thing different about him, like a couple thousand other people in Britain. He was a wizard. Remus was eleven and going to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Remus could be thought of as handsome, in a reserved way. He had grey-blue eyes and soft looking hair. In fact, it was soft.
Remus had come at ten-thirty a.m. or a half an hour early, to his disgust. It had been a long drive to the train station at which he would soon be leave from. He hated waking up early. Remus walked slowly through the barrier. He never got it; parents said to run through if you're nervous, but it would hurt more if you ran and it didn't work. The station was about half full. There were several people with prefect badges and the Head Boy and Girl were there also. Remus waved goodbye to his parents and reserved a compartment for 'The Marauders.' At ten-fifty Remus got out. Sirius should have been there. As usual, Remus guessed, he was preparing a dramatic entrance. Remus didn't know how right he was.
~*~
Wizarding families outside Platform nine and three quarters were quite mad at a supposed Muggle. They had a good reason. They couldn't get through to the platform. Many were afraid they wouldn't be able to get on the train in time. You see, a young boy was blocking them. He had dark hair in a messy-yet- organized-cute style. His face was also quite handsome and playful. He leaned, seemingly, against the barrier between Platform nine and three quarters, checking his watch every now and then, (which, if they had checked his watch, had a hand on, "Get your ass through that barrier right now, Sirius Black!) not worrying about the glares he was getting. In fact, he smiled in a sickly-sweet way at them. He didn't seem bored either. He was quite excited for no apparent reason and seemed to be nearly laughing. Laughing at them. It was obvious in his manner, that Sirius Black was a very outward person. Sirius Black was not afraid of being embarrassed or girl cooties, as he more than knew that they had none. Mr. Black had been flirting with girls for about three years by now and was proud to say he had asked a twenty year old girl out at nine years old. Of course, the fact that she said ewe, seemed very offended, and complained to his mother that her son was asking married women on dates, did nothing to hurt his pride. It had been a dare.
Through the barrier, you could see a cart with several trunks on it just sitting there. On top of it there was a sign. It said, "Do Not Touch or Sirius will seriously have to hurt you!" In a finer print it said, "This is a threat."
Meanwhile the eleven year old boy named Sirius who wasn't serious saw his friend James waving Goodbye to his sad mother. How embarrassing! "James, over here!"
James Potter was and eleven year old boy with messy black hair like a mop on his head. His eyes were blue and he wore glasses that were of the latest fashion: round. He wore slightly baggy blue jeans and a blue shirt. It looked good on him. James was like his friends. He was quite popular like Sirius, (this was less so for Remus,) but had a kind of bookie side every one in a while like Remus. James and Sirius were best mates; they had known each other since they were four. The two were always either coming up with a prank, flying, coming up with a prank, torturing Remus, (in a friendly way,) coming up with a prank, or playing a prank. In other words, they had notebooks full of pranks they had yet to do. Not that Remus didn't come up with any pranks, but he came up with the more clever ones. James was also a wonderful flier. James was planning on trying out for the Quidditch Team as Chaser. To more conclude the three friends, Remus was clever, Sirius was obnoxious and funny, and James was a mix, only more sporty.
"Sirius! People are trying to get through!" James wasn't shocked by his friend's behavior. Sirius normally did crazy things.
"Really? Why didn't they tell me?" Sirius pulled his cart out of the barrier and stepped a side. His fellow wizards and witches glared at him. "James, go find Remus and bring him out here, I brought a grand opening," whispered Sirius. James groaned but did what he was told to. Hopefully this 'Grand Opening' was pleasant, unlike their war in the wizard grade school. Sirius, the master of dung bombs and fireworks, had made a display they said, "James likes Lacy Durkins!" Lacy was the ugliest girl in the school. Of course, later on James had spray painted the ceiling to say, "Sirius is Gay," but it was only fair.
James wish came true luckily. When they walked in a burst of fireworks came out, all timed to go off at the perfect time. Sirius pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorous," James and Remus caught on and did the same. No doubt he had studied his books this summer, amazingly. "Ladies and- " Sirius was cut off by James, who got the flow.
"Gentleman," continued James. After so many years with someone, you begin to understand how they think. This was sometimes unfortunate; considering it was Sirius we're talking about. Sirius wasn't stupid, but got in a lot, I repeat, a lot of trouble.
Sirius took the attention back, "We are proud to-" Sirius still had to start the phrases before the other Marauders caught on. Someday, they hoped to be able to read the others' mind, but for now, well, we'll just say, the world isn't perfect.
Remus also had to take some part of it. "Present:" James wasn't the only one with the ability. Remus could be a bookworm every once in a while but he still fit in perfect. You couldn't be a member of the Marauders if you didn't fit. If it was restricted to whom they knew well, even Severus Snape, a slimy git they knew, would be allowed. You learned a lot when trying to find people boxers to hang on the flagpole. Especially if you learn they don't wear them.
All of them finished with, "The Marauders!" It may have seemed like an end to the show but the two knew Sirius; he would always plan more. Sometimes too much more. Sirius had a gift of trouble. And getting others in it. More often his friends.
A blue light, Sirius's favorite color, burst above Sirius's head. "Sirius Black!" Most people thought Black would like the color black, but Sirius hated it. He thought it was dark and mean. He hated purple too. He said blue was the color of trouble and pointed out tsunamis, typhoons and hurricanes. Sirius didn't realize typhoons and hurricanes were the same thing. That was a typical Sirius; Never paying attention to unnecessary things told.
Next a green light lit up the top of James. Emerald was his favorite color. "James Potter!" Sirius always said James was weird liking green. "It's the color of my face when I'm sick," he told James once. James didn't know why he liked, he just did.
Last but not least, a dark shade of scarlet burst over Remus. "Remus Lupin!" Remus had never really had a favorite color, but this shade was pretty he had said once.
A burst of daisies fell down to the girls. It would become an annual event. Each year a bigger flower would be used and on the last year, a lily. But they didn't know that. Not yet. But I let you in on it anyhow. However, Sirius, being a boy, had made the number of flowers a girl got significant. Sirius told the other Marauders that it was a scale from one to ten on their looks. One of the girls nearby got one.
At last they were on the train. They were leaving the Muggle world behind for a world of adventures and love. A world of tricks and, scarily, Sirius. A world of flowers and slime.