The Fifth Marauder
*All settings of this story and almost all of the characters belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling*
"Hey Julie…watch this!" A dark haired boy with glasses projected a piece of spit into the air and caught it again with no effort.
"Oh yeah," said laughing. I pushed dark brown hair back and proceeded to perform the same task as James, the dark haired boy, had done.
"Nice…for a girl," said a tall boy with shoulder length black hair.
"Think you could do it better Sirius?" I taunted, enjoying ever minute of it. He drew back to meet my challenge, but before he could a slightly shorter boy with tope colored hair with grey patches grabbed his shoulder. "That is so disgusting Sirius!" he started fatherly. "How old are we, really? Last time I checked it was 13."
Sirius just rolled his eyes. "Last time I checked, thirteen was a perfectly normal age for goofing around. Sounds like someone's a bit cranky," he said in a taunting voice. "Is it that time of the month, Moony?"
Moony, or Remus, just rolled his eyes and returned to his business-like mode. "Come on…we're going to be late to potions."
My name is Julie Grenock, I am a thirteen year old witch and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I belong to the Gryffindor house, one of the four houses of Hogwarts, with my friends James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and my boyfriend Remus Lupin. They call themselves the Marauders, and they are practically school legends in tricks and mischief, mostly James and Sirius. These guys are my best friends in the whole world, if fact I am an honorary marauder.
I met the guys last year after Remus and I started going out. We hit off right away. They seamed to like me because I'm almost as mischievous as them. I say almost because although I have had my fair share of detentions, Remus's calm nature seamed to work on me faster then them.
The dim light of the hallways glistened on my hair as the "marauder parade", as a Ravenclaw (another house at Hogwarts) once put it, strode down the hallway. Remus and I, hand in hand, followed by James, who floofed his hair every time he saw a pretty girl, then Sirius who was on a sharp look out for something, and then the short, plump, mousy-haired Peter, who had just joined us. As we made our way down to the dungeons for Potions class, Remus squeezed my hand. "What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing," he said shortly.
"Is it the pain again?"
"Yes, but I'm learning to ignore it."
"Remus this has been going on for months. You should really see the nurse."
"I have. She said its nothing…I just must be growing."
He turned away from me and tugged me along. I knew he was lying to me. What was really wrong?