This is a fic co written by Wonkywerewolf and Alwayz Ally. Why? Because we were bored. What's it about?  Well we don't really know yet. What we have agreed is that it is semi-serious and is about James and co in their 7th year.

Stuff after the W is wonkywerewolf's and stuff after the A is alwayzally's

Perpetual friendships

By WonkyWerewolf and Alwayz Ally

/ .::Chapter 1:A marauder introduction::. \

W: A scarlet train could be seen by a wizards eye heading north to a place with a strange name, Hogwarts. Inside one of its Carriages were 4 boys well known as the Marauders, well three actually because one was missing. The boys were James Potter, Sirius Back, Remus Lupin and Peter Petigrew. Known among themselves as Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. Just after the trolley lady came by

Sirius lit up a question, "Where the heck is Prongs?" He asked no one in particular.

Remus held back a snigger. So James had thought not to tell Sirius about his...Head boydom then?, He thought, Smart...Now he's going to kill us all tonight.

"Hes up front," He said quite offhandedly.

"Why?" Dragged Sirius.

"You'll know," Remus finished.

He wished he hadn't replied now... Sirius had gone into an annoying grudge..

A: "What do you mean? I wanna know now!" Sirius grumbled.

"Uh, see well James is . . . uh . . .special now." Remus answered vaguely.

"Yeah. He's more important now. He can't sit with us. He's Head Boy." Peter said, munching on a pumpkin pasty, obviously oblivious to the fact that, well, Sirius wasn't going to take this information very well. Remus glared at Peter and Peter gulped. Maybe he had realized what he'd done? Or  more than likely he was just scared?

"He's. . .  he's what? No . . . ha ha really funny guys. Now seriously. Where is Prongs?

"Up front. With the prefects. He's Head Boy." Peter rambled on.

Ok, Remus thought, he obviously hasn't realized he's a stupid twit and now we're going to be going on about this the whole train ride . . . Time for me to make him realize. Remus deliberately and painfully stepped on Peter's foot.

"OW! What'd you do that for?" Peter yelled. But Sirius had figured out what Remus was up to.

"NO! He can't be! He would never betray us like that!" He reasoned.

"You can either face the facts, Padfoot, or go on like this, but sooner or later, when James comes in here with his shiny badge on your gonna realize it's true." Remus stated, giving into what was inevitably going to happen anyway

Sirus gulped. Maybe he had a point.

W: Remus looked satisfied and glared at Peter.

"Geez, if looks could kill," Said a voice from the doorway.

Remus turned to face Prongs standing their hiding his badge as much as possible with crossed arms. In one sudden movement Sirius was up and forced James' arms down and stared at the the badge as if it were a death omen.

S-so its true?" He managed to stutter. He looked at James as though he had just lost him as a friend. "You betrayed us Prongs, Betrayed us!" He turned and sat down with a look of defeat. James sat down on the seat next to him looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Come to think of it," Said Remus through a mouthful of chocolate frog, "Why are you Head boy?"

James blushed and shrugged, "Well that doesn't matter because guess who Head Girl is?"

Peter screwed up an eye and bit his tongue in concentration.

"God Peter, stop before you give yourself a hernia," Said a disgruntled Sirius, Men are such babies...

"Hmmm, you've given away to many clues with that blush," Remus said, James grinned stupidly, "I would say Evans."

James put his head and his grin to his knees, his hands over his head.

"Yeah, well at least it aint lipstick otherwise...I would be the Hairy and deranged one next full moon." Said Sirius jokingly, still disgruntled.

Remus pretended to be hurt, "But Sirius are you forgetting...you already are hairy and deranged."

A: "Guess who just walked past. . . " Sirius used his head to point at the door.

"Snivelly." James and Remus said with identical evil grins plastered to their faces.

"Oh. . . But I can't guys . . . " James stared uncomfortably down at his fingers. He was Head Boy now. He had a responsibility. And besides, how was it going look to Lily, if the first person she had to tell off as Head Girl, was in fact, the Head Boy? That would make her think even less of him than she already did.

"Oh. I see you're abandoning us. That's fine. Don't worry about it. We'll live." Sirius said haughtily.

"Um, yea." Peter shifted uncomfortably.

"Come on. Lets go catch us some Snivelly." Sirius said.  He walked stiffly through the compartment door, closely followed by Peter.

"He'll come round. He always does." Remus glanced apologetically at James and then followed his friends out the door. James was left sitting, alone, in the empty compartment.

W: "Poor James," Remus heard Peter mutter. Sirius was already advancing on Severus Snape ready to hex him for any wrong move he made. Peter followed only just behind Remus still muttering about stupid head boydom.

"What are you doing here Snivelly?" Said Sirius in a taunting voice

"Well for one of the smartest Kids in the school I thought you might have figured that im going back to Hogwarts," Said Snape returning the tauntyness of Sirius' voice.

"You misunderstood me Snivel, Why were you lurking outside our compartment???"

"Well technically its not ours its the schools train so therefore-"

"Remus, your supposed to back me up here," Said Sirius menacingly.

Remus glared at Snivellus who was laughing under his breath. A: The trolley lady pushed her trolley past, stopping at a compartment to offer the students inside food and drink.

W:"At least one of you isn't...how shall we say this...barking mad," Snape had venom in these words...

"Okay Sirius...I'm ready to back you up now...Peter...Peter?...oh god where the hell is Peter?"

A: Sirius and Remus were walking along the corridors of the train, searching for their friend.

"I can't believe you lost Wormtail." Sirius told Remus.

"Well, maybe you can't believe it, because it DIDN'T HAPPEN. He'll probably be off somewhere, stuffing his face. . ."

.::~~*~~::.

And speaking of food, the trolley lady ((who I can't remember what she is officially called, so from now on is the trolley lady)) was rolling her trolley merrily along, a feeling of contentment deep inside her heart as she handed one boy his order of fifty chocolate frogs. There was nothing like watching the golden face of an innocent youth transfixed in delight as he/she devoured candy after candy, their sweet little faces getting stickier and sticker with every bite. Of course, it wasn't so great when the child was ultimately sick from her/his feast . . . Not good at all. The trolley wheel juddered as it ran over a slight bump in the floor. Speaking of the trolley, it was a lot heavier than it should have been. After all, she'd just off loaded 50 chocolate frogs, not to mention the pumpkin pasties she'd sold quarter of an hour earlier to that Ravenclaw girl . . . The trolley lady, whose name was Martha ((because I decided it was)) bent slowly down. Slowly because, well, bending wasn't good for her back. She was getting old. She pulled the curtain hiding her mounds of goodies from view back and was very, very surprised to find the scared, blue ((I'm assuming here people)) eyes of Peter Pettigrew staring back at her. Lolly wrappers littered the floor around him and his lips were brown and sticky, from chocolate. He then predictably and promptly threw up all over her apron.It was like a scene from a cheesy remake of an old movie. Boy eats candy. Boy is sick. All over unsuspecting lunch lady.  So he had been having a little feast of his own had he? We'll soon she to this. The trolley lady told herself angrily. Heavier indeed! It was all the pudgy boy's extra weight!

Please tell us what you think, it would be greatly appreciated, flames will be used to cook our bacon.

A: I don't like bacon.

W: meh

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