The Marauders: From Beginning to End
Chapter 1: James Potter
In the Wizarding World, there were three different types of wizards. Purebloods, who had never had a single non-magical person in their lines. Halfbloods, who had both non-magical and magical people in their family. And then there were the magical people who had never had another magical person in their families, cruelly called by some, Mudbloods.
James Potter lived in a Wizarding Community in England and was a Pureblood Wizard. He had jet black, messy hair and hazel eyes. He was very short and skinny for his age. He had just turned eleven years old, and was anxiously awaiting his invitation for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would spend seven years there, learning every thing there was to know about the Wizarding World.
It was midnight and the day was now August seventeenth. James was still awake in his room. He had been waiting for his letter for a week now, and he knew today would be the day. He had drunk a whole lot of caffeine that day so he could stay awake yet again.
"Come on!" he whispered as he stared out the window into the night. "Come on, darn you!" Obviously pleading for the letter would get him nowhere, much to James's dismay.
James had been waiting for that letter for such a long time; he was starting to get hysterical. Then his nerves were settled again. He had just heard a noise that sounded like a hoot.
An owl appeared out of the darkness and James saw that it had an envelope tied to its leg. This was it. James opened his window, and the owl flew in.
James untied the letter and gave the owl some water. When it was satisfied, the owl left through the open window and James closed it. James jumped onto his bed and tore open the letter.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he cried. He read the letter to himself.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Hogwarts Express leaves from Platform 9 ¾ on September first at eleven o'clock a.m. Your ticket is enclosed in the envelope. Please send a return owl as soon as possible. We look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts.
Sincerely Yours,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
James took another piece of parchment out of the envelope and read through his school supplies. This was great. James finally had his letter, and now his hysteria was replaced by excitement.
James put his letter on his nightstand and ran down the hallway.
"Mum! Dad!" James yelled as he ran into his parents' room. It was now twelve-thirty. "Mum! Dad!" James jumped on their bed. "Hello!" He shook them. "Hello, hello, he-"
"James!" His father, Louis, interrupted. "Get your butt out of this room now, and go to BED!"
"But-"
"No buts! You'd better leave now, or you'll have no butt! It's late and some of us are trying to sleep!"
"But I got my Hogwarts letter!"
"Good for you, go to bed!" James backed up off the bed and fell off.
"Ouch!"
"James!"
"I'm going, I'm going! I fell off the bed!"
"I'm so sorry for you. Go to bed, now!"
James left the room as quick as he could. Somehow that just didn't seem like the most joyous conversation he had ever had, but nonetheless he still had his letter.
James made for his room, but instead his eyes fell on his twin sister's room. He went in unannounced.
"Jaclyn. Hellooo.JACKY!" His sister shot up.
"What? You idiot!" Jaclyn was his twin sister. They got along all right, but still fought on a regular basis.
"I got my Hogwarts letter!"
"No, duh." She dropped back down.
"Don't go back to sleep, you dolt! Didn't you get yours?"
"Of course I got mine, but I wasn't planning on being woken up by you."
"Oh come on, at least I'm not a physco-freak."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, fine then. I'll leave you alone. And I hope that a physco-freak does wake you up next time!" He began to walk out of the room.
"Well, unfortunately, I've already had that experience!" she screamed after him.
"God, somebody's in a bad mood." James whispered as he sat down on his bed. He was a bit tired, so he figured that since there was nothing else to do, he might as well go to bed. And so that was exactly what he did.
James woke up the next morning and went downstairs. His mother was cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, James." She said.
"Mum, I got my Hogwarts letter last night. Can we go to Diagon Alley today?"
"Hmm. We'll see, honey. I don't know today's plan. Your father's gone to work, and it could be helpful if he were there to help carry things."
James looked to the ground. "Oh."
"Honey, we'll get there, don't worry. It just might not be today. We'll see."
"Alright."
"Where's you sister? Did she get her letter?"
"Yeah, she did."
James's mother walked to the landing and called up the steps.
"Jacky! Breakfast, now!"
Jaclyn came down the stairs a few minutes later. She looked very tired.
"Mum, James woke me up last night and I'm just tired now. Anyway he's probably told you already about him and me getting our Hogwarts letters."
"He and I, dear." Their mother said as she slid pancakes on their plates.
"Right. Well anyway, he told you, right?"
"Yes, he did. He also asked about Diagon Alley, but we need you father to help us, and he's not home today."
"Oh.well, James, it looks like we're out of luck today." Jacky said.
"How can you be so calm? We're going to Hogwarts! And you're not excited!" James cried.
"Oh, I'm excited, I'm just not a nitwit about it."
"I'm not a nitwit!"
"Yes, you are, James! Or else you wouldn't have woke me and Dad-"
"Dad and I, Jacky." Their mother corrected.
"Right. You wouldn't have woken us up!"
"Jacky! You rude little.little.butt!"
"I'm older by six minutes! Besides, is that really the best you can come up with? Seriously." Jacky rolled her eyes. James crossed his arms and slouched in his seat.
"That's enough, you two. Now eat and go upstairs and get dressed."
Chapter 1: James Potter
In the Wizarding World, there were three different types of wizards. Purebloods, who had never had a single non-magical person in their lines. Halfbloods, who had both non-magical and magical people in their family. And then there were the magical people who had never had another magical person in their families, cruelly called by some, Mudbloods.
James Potter lived in a Wizarding Community in England and was a Pureblood Wizard. He had jet black, messy hair and hazel eyes. He was very short and skinny for his age. He had just turned eleven years old, and was anxiously awaiting his invitation for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would spend seven years there, learning every thing there was to know about the Wizarding World.
It was midnight and the day was now August seventeenth. James was still awake in his room. He had been waiting for his letter for a week now, and he knew today would be the day. He had drunk a whole lot of caffeine that day so he could stay awake yet again.
"Come on!" he whispered as he stared out the window into the night. "Come on, darn you!" Obviously pleading for the letter would get him nowhere, much to James's dismay.
James had been waiting for that letter for such a long time; he was starting to get hysterical. Then his nerves were settled again. He had just heard a noise that sounded like a hoot.
An owl appeared out of the darkness and James saw that it had an envelope tied to its leg. This was it. James opened his window, and the owl flew in.
James untied the letter and gave the owl some water. When it was satisfied, the owl left through the open window and James closed it. James jumped onto his bed and tore open the letter.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he cried. He read the letter to himself.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Hogwarts Express leaves from Platform 9 ¾ on September first at eleven o'clock a.m. Your ticket is enclosed in the envelope. Please send a return owl as soon as possible. We look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts.
Sincerely Yours,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
James took another piece of parchment out of the envelope and read through his school supplies. This was great. James finally had his letter, and now his hysteria was replaced by excitement.
James put his letter on his nightstand and ran down the hallway.
"Mum! Dad!" James yelled as he ran into his parents' room. It was now twelve-thirty. "Mum! Dad!" James jumped on their bed. "Hello!" He shook them. "Hello, hello, he-"
"James!" His father, Louis, interrupted. "Get your butt out of this room now, and go to BED!"
"But-"
"No buts! You'd better leave now, or you'll have no butt! It's late and some of us are trying to sleep!"
"But I got my Hogwarts letter!"
"Good for you, go to bed!" James backed up off the bed and fell off.
"Ouch!"
"James!"
"I'm going, I'm going! I fell off the bed!"
"I'm so sorry for you. Go to bed, now!"
James left the room as quick as he could. Somehow that just didn't seem like the most joyous conversation he had ever had, but nonetheless he still had his letter.
James made for his room, but instead his eyes fell on his twin sister's room. He went in unannounced.
"Jaclyn. Hellooo.JACKY!" His sister shot up.
"What? You idiot!" Jaclyn was his twin sister. They got along all right, but still fought on a regular basis.
"I got my Hogwarts letter!"
"No, duh." She dropped back down.
"Don't go back to sleep, you dolt! Didn't you get yours?"
"Of course I got mine, but I wasn't planning on being woken up by you."
"Oh come on, at least I'm not a physco-freak."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, fine then. I'll leave you alone. And I hope that a physco-freak does wake you up next time!" He began to walk out of the room.
"Well, unfortunately, I've already had that experience!" she screamed after him.
"God, somebody's in a bad mood." James whispered as he sat down on his bed. He was a bit tired, so he figured that since there was nothing else to do, he might as well go to bed. And so that was exactly what he did.
James woke up the next morning and went downstairs. His mother was cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, James." She said.
"Mum, I got my Hogwarts letter last night. Can we go to Diagon Alley today?"
"Hmm. We'll see, honey. I don't know today's plan. Your father's gone to work, and it could be helpful if he were there to help carry things."
James looked to the ground. "Oh."
"Honey, we'll get there, don't worry. It just might not be today. We'll see."
"Alright."
"Where's you sister? Did she get her letter?"
"Yeah, she did."
James's mother walked to the landing and called up the steps.
"Jacky! Breakfast, now!"
Jaclyn came down the stairs a few minutes later. She looked very tired.
"Mum, James woke me up last night and I'm just tired now. Anyway he's probably told you already about him and me getting our Hogwarts letters."
"He and I, dear." Their mother said as she slid pancakes on their plates.
"Right. Well anyway, he told you, right?"
"Yes, he did. He also asked about Diagon Alley, but we need you father to help us, and he's not home today."
"Oh.well, James, it looks like we're out of luck today." Jacky said.
"How can you be so calm? We're going to Hogwarts! And you're not excited!" James cried.
"Oh, I'm excited, I'm just not a nitwit about it."
"I'm not a nitwit!"
"Yes, you are, James! Or else you wouldn't have woke me and Dad-"
"Dad and I, Jacky." Their mother corrected.
"Right. You wouldn't have woken us up!"
"Jacky! You rude little.little.butt!"
"I'm older by six minutes! Besides, is that really the best you can come up with? Seriously." Jacky rolled her eyes. James crossed his arms and slouched in his seat.
"That's enough, you two. Now eat and go upstairs and get dressed."