Author's Notes: Well, I can already tell I'm going to have fun with this
story. Hopefully this will become an ongoing series, each story being a
different year of the Marauders' time at Hogwarts. Anyway, the friendships
might take a few chapters to develop -- but that's expected, right? Anyway,
please read and review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism
and compliments welcome! Oh, yes, by the way...Harry Potter and all other
characters are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling. Later on in the story, I might
introduce a character created by a friend -- not sure. Enjoy!
Chapter One
With a screech, the Hogwarts express came to a rather abrupt halt, signifying that the train had finally reached it's destination -- Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Doors swished open, so that the mobs of students could move from the train, all adorned in their typical school robes. Many of the returning students wore badges upon their robes, notifying those of their houses in which they had previously been sorted. However, there was a good bit of younger-looking children whom were void of any badges.
"Firs' years over 'ere! This way! C'mon, now, we haven't got all day!" The booming voice of a rather large man would echo throughout the darkened grounds, the silhouette of a large man waving the younger students over to the edge of a large lake that glimmered from the reflection of the stars in the sky above. The group of timid-looking first years approached the large man, some fearfully and others gazing in awe.
Among this group stood a rather scrawny looking boy, dark locks of hair askew and hanging in front of his face. Eyes were framed by a pair of circular glasses, which held the reflection of the large man ahead in their lenses.
"That's Hogwarts, then," the young boy stated, his eyes now gazing intently at the large castle on the opposite end of the lake.
"Yep. That's 'Ogwarts, a'righ'. An' I'm Hagrid. I'm the Gameskeeper here at 'Ogwarts, so yer gonna' be seein' quite a bit o' me 'round here," the large man responded with a nod, taking a pause before he'd continue on, "Now, we're gonna' get on these here boats and row 'cross the lake ter the other side. Once we're there, yer gonna' drop off yer stuff in the main hall an' it'll all be taken up ter yer rooms. Professor McGonagall is gonna take you ter the Great Hall where you'll be sorted inter yer houses. Now.everyone ready? Righ', let's go."
Following Rubeus Hagrid's orders, they all clambered into the array of boats and began their trip across the lake. It took a good ten to fifteen minutes to reach the other side. Once there, they climbed out with their luggage and made for their way up to the castle.
*
They had long since reached the castle and dropped off their things. Now, the first years were moving silently into the Great Hall in a single-file line, all eyes on them. The older students, whom had been talking before their arrival, fell silent. One by one, they moved over to the front of the hall -- where there sat a raggedy-looking wizard's hat. The young boy from earlier stood grinning at the hat, quickly turning to a young man behind him.
"That's the Sorting Hat, you know. It's going to sort us into our houses," he spoke, giving an affirmative nod to the boy with the auburn hair that was spliced with a dash of silver.
"Yes. I know. I'm Remus, by the way. Remus J. Lupin. And you are?" He quizzically arched a single eyebrow to the young man before him, offering a smile in greeting.
"James Potter," he said with a grin, "Pleasure to meet ya', mate."
"Same here, James," Lupin replied, both of the young boys' attentions now turning to the Sorting Hat.
A slit in the brim of the hat had opened, and a bellowing voice rang out around the Great Hall -- the sorting had now begun.
*
With the sorting of the first years and the beginning-of-the-year-feast behind him, James lumbered into the Gryffindor common room quite tired and full from the food. The common room was already full of students chatting with one another about their summer break. He grinned and beamed towards his new friend Remus Lupin, whom was seated by the fire on a large armchair, and moved over to him. "Hey, mate. Up for a bit of Wizard's Chess?" As he questioned him, he plopped down on the arm of one of the long couches scattered throughout the common room.
"No thanks, James. I'm quite content. I'm
actually thinking about heading up to my dorm
right
about now," he spoke without lifting his eyes
from his book. James looked at the cover of the
book,
reading the title; which read ' Werewolves and
their Habits. '
"Interesting book?" James questioned with a
quirked brow, shifting to fall onto his side
upon the couch. And, without a word, Lupin had closed his book and climbed to his feet -- leaving for the stairs that led up to the dormitories with a wave over his shoulder. "..odd bloke, he is," James commented to himself before moving up the stairs as well. A good night's rest was definitely in order.
Chapter One
With a screech, the Hogwarts express came to a rather abrupt halt, signifying that the train had finally reached it's destination -- Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Doors swished open, so that the mobs of students could move from the train, all adorned in their typical school robes. Many of the returning students wore badges upon their robes, notifying those of their houses in which they had previously been sorted. However, there was a good bit of younger-looking children whom were void of any badges.
"Firs' years over 'ere! This way! C'mon, now, we haven't got all day!" The booming voice of a rather large man would echo throughout the darkened grounds, the silhouette of a large man waving the younger students over to the edge of a large lake that glimmered from the reflection of the stars in the sky above. The group of timid-looking first years approached the large man, some fearfully and others gazing in awe.
Among this group stood a rather scrawny looking boy, dark locks of hair askew and hanging in front of his face. Eyes were framed by a pair of circular glasses, which held the reflection of the large man ahead in their lenses.
"That's Hogwarts, then," the young boy stated, his eyes now gazing intently at the large castle on the opposite end of the lake.
"Yep. That's 'Ogwarts, a'righ'. An' I'm Hagrid. I'm the Gameskeeper here at 'Ogwarts, so yer gonna' be seein' quite a bit o' me 'round here," the large man responded with a nod, taking a pause before he'd continue on, "Now, we're gonna' get on these here boats and row 'cross the lake ter the other side. Once we're there, yer gonna' drop off yer stuff in the main hall an' it'll all be taken up ter yer rooms. Professor McGonagall is gonna take you ter the Great Hall where you'll be sorted inter yer houses. Now.everyone ready? Righ', let's go."
Following Rubeus Hagrid's orders, they all clambered into the array of boats and began their trip across the lake. It took a good ten to fifteen minutes to reach the other side. Once there, they climbed out with their luggage and made for their way up to the castle.
*
They had long since reached the castle and dropped off their things. Now, the first years were moving silently into the Great Hall in a single-file line, all eyes on them. The older students, whom had been talking before their arrival, fell silent. One by one, they moved over to the front of the hall -- where there sat a raggedy-looking wizard's hat. The young boy from earlier stood grinning at the hat, quickly turning to a young man behind him.
"That's the Sorting Hat, you know. It's going to sort us into our houses," he spoke, giving an affirmative nod to the boy with the auburn hair that was spliced with a dash of silver.
"Yes. I know. I'm Remus, by the way. Remus J. Lupin. And you are?" He quizzically arched a single eyebrow to the young man before him, offering a smile in greeting.
"James Potter," he said with a grin, "Pleasure to meet ya', mate."
"Same here, James," Lupin replied, both of the young boys' attentions now turning to the Sorting Hat.
A slit in the brim of the hat had opened, and a bellowing voice rang out around the Great Hall -- the sorting had now begun.
*
With the sorting of the first years and the beginning-of-the-year-feast behind him, James lumbered into the Gryffindor common room quite tired and full from the food. The common room was already full of students chatting with one another about their summer break. He grinned and beamed towards his new friend Remus Lupin, whom was seated by the fire on a large armchair, and moved over to him. "Hey, mate. Up for a bit of Wizard's Chess?" As he questioned him, he plopped down on the arm of one of the long couches scattered throughout the common room.
"No thanks, James. I'm quite content. I'm
actually thinking about heading up to my dorm
right
about now," he spoke without lifting his eyes
from his book. James looked at the cover of the
book,
reading the title; which read ' Werewolves and
their Habits. '
"Interesting book?" James questioned with a
quirked brow, shifting to fall onto his side
upon the couch. And, without a word, Lupin had closed his book and climbed to his feet -- leaving for the stairs that led up to the dormitories with a wave over his shoulder. "..odd bloke, he is," James commented to himself before moving up the stairs as well. A good night's rest was definitely in order.