A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! Disclaimer: The new characters are still JKR's, but the Quinn, who is briefly mentioned in this chapter, is mine and so are all of the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team besides James.
Chapter 2: The Reunion of the Marauders
"Remus?" Came a voice from the hallway.
"Come in."
"What are you up to?" His father asked.
"Nothing," he didn't look up from his book.
"You know, your mum went to see Dumbledore today." His eyes darted to his father.
"She did!"
"He says you can return for your 4th year."
"Really?"
"He said that he'd figure out something. Oh, and on the way back your mother picked this up from Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Lupin stepped forward and handed the box to Remus.
Cautiously, he removed the lid. "Dad!"
"It's the same as your other one."
"I'm sorry I lost it. I didn't even get to use it yet except . . ." he trailed off but quickly recovered, "I swear I didn't use magic out there! Dumbledore would kill me."
"Its ok." There was an awkward silence. "Don't you remember anything?" He took a deep breath,"
No, except those eyes, terrible red ones, but after that it all went so fast and it was all black." Another silence fell upon the room. "What's today?" Remus asked.
"The Fourteenth."
"I've got two weeks."
"Don't worry, Dumbledore will figure out something." His father got up to leave the room.
"Dad?"
"Yes."
"Will I be like this forever?"
"I don't know son, I just don't know."
***
Remus stumbled down the stairs already dressed. "Morning Mum, Dad."
"Ready for the big day?" his mother said from the table.
"Yeah, I'll be right back."
"Where do you think you're going?!" Mr. Lupin called after him.
"To say bye to Dylan"
"Sit!" "But Dad---"
"Now!"
"Dad, since you made us move, he's the only one I have around, everyone else is too far away!" His father grunted. "They aren't bad, in fact they have this really cool thing called a telly that has moving pictures and talks, and these things called Skittles which are kind of like Bertie Bott's every flavour beans except they only come in 5---"
"Remus, enough!"
"---flavours and there is---"
"ENOUGH!" His mother was the first to speak for quite some time, "We'll be leaving in 10 minuets."
Remus lugged his trunk down the stairs from his room, with Muriel's cage hanging at his uninjured side, the bird giving a screech each time the trunk thudded on the stairs. "Dad why do we have to take the car?" he whined. "No portkeys around here, not that I know of anyways. Put your stuff in the back."
***
Remus gave one last look at his parents and shut his eyes on his run through the barrier. He pushed his cart over to a baggage boy who proceeded to load it into the back of the train. //Wow, it's good to be back.// He pushed his way through a bunch of giggling first years, down the isle, peaking in each compartment as he went along. Finally, in the last cabin sat three friendly, familiar faces.
"Remus!" Three voices said in unison.
"`Lo"
"I haven't seen you in weeks!" One of the excited voices said.
"Er---I've been busy." Three sets of eyes blinked at him, the blue pair belonging to the boy with a mess of black hair that went by James, a tall dark, boy, Sirius, and a small, squirrelly boy who went by Peter, who only reached Remus' shoulder with a sheet of blonde hair over his pudgy face. Remus Quickly changed the subject, "So James, how's Quidditch going?"
"Great, I've been practicing all summer. Dad even bought me a new broom for my birthday! Early present. "
"What kind?" The tall boy on his left asked.
"A Neptune1700."
"So, any ideas on who'll be captain this year?"
"Not really, except maybe Quinn. He's the only 7th year on the team and the best beater we've had in a while, and Since Noble graduated last year we still need to find a 2nd beater."
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" Came a familiar voice from the corridor.
"No thanks." Remus answered, the others signaling they were fine as well. For the first time since he could remember, a huge smile spread across his face. "Here, Dylan gave these to me. Try one." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of red spheres.
"Who's Dylan?" Peter said as he helped himself to a three of them.
"My new neighbor, a Muggle." All eyes turned to Peter as he popped all three into his mouth at the same time.
"Mmm good!"
"I bet they are" Remus sniggered. A few moments passed, with only the sounds of Peter shifting them around in his mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" Peter's eyes widened.
"Bloody Crap!" The candies flew from his mouth. "What the heck are those things! Someone get me some Pumpkin Juice from the cart. Quick!"
No one budged.
"It's not funny!" The remaining three fell to their knees in laughter, as Peter ran from the cabin to retrieve his own juice.
"Sizzling . . ." Remus said between waves of laughter, ". . . Fire balls! Better then pepper imps!"
"Gimme one of those." James and Sirius grabbed one from Remus' palm. "OH MY GOD!" James ran from the cabin, Sirius not far behind." Remus burst into a second round of laughter.
"What's wrong with them?" Peter strolled coolly back into the cabin.
"No clue," he chuckled.
***
tbc
Chapter 2: The Reunion of the Marauders
"Remus?" Came a voice from the hallway.
"Come in."
"What are you up to?" His father asked.
"Nothing," he didn't look up from his book.
"You know, your mum went to see Dumbledore today." His eyes darted to his father.
"She did!"
"He says you can return for your 4th year."
"Really?"
"He said that he'd figure out something. Oh, and on the way back your mother picked this up from Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Lupin stepped forward and handed the box to Remus.
Cautiously, he removed the lid. "Dad!"
"It's the same as your other one."
"I'm sorry I lost it. I didn't even get to use it yet except . . ." he trailed off but quickly recovered, "I swear I didn't use magic out there! Dumbledore would kill me."
"Its ok." There was an awkward silence. "Don't you remember anything?" He took a deep breath,"
No, except those eyes, terrible red ones, but after that it all went so fast and it was all black." Another silence fell upon the room. "What's today?" Remus asked.
"The Fourteenth."
"I've got two weeks."
"Don't worry, Dumbledore will figure out something." His father got up to leave the room.
"Dad?"
"Yes."
"Will I be like this forever?"
"I don't know son, I just don't know."
***
Remus stumbled down the stairs already dressed. "Morning Mum, Dad."
"Ready for the big day?" his mother said from the table.
"Yeah, I'll be right back."
"Where do you think you're going?!" Mr. Lupin called after him.
"To say bye to Dylan"
"Sit!" "But Dad---"
"Now!"
"Dad, since you made us move, he's the only one I have around, everyone else is too far away!" His father grunted. "They aren't bad, in fact they have this really cool thing called a telly that has moving pictures and talks, and these things called Skittles which are kind of like Bertie Bott's every flavour beans except they only come in 5---"
"Remus, enough!"
"---flavours and there is---"
"ENOUGH!" His mother was the first to speak for quite some time, "We'll be leaving in 10 minuets."
Remus lugged his trunk down the stairs from his room, with Muriel's cage hanging at his uninjured side, the bird giving a screech each time the trunk thudded on the stairs. "Dad why do we have to take the car?" he whined. "No portkeys around here, not that I know of anyways. Put your stuff in the back."
***
Remus gave one last look at his parents and shut his eyes on his run through the barrier. He pushed his cart over to a baggage boy who proceeded to load it into the back of the train. //Wow, it's good to be back.// He pushed his way through a bunch of giggling first years, down the isle, peaking in each compartment as he went along. Finally, in the last cabin sat three friendly, familiar faces.
"Remus!" Three voices said in unison.
"`Lo"
"I haven't seen you in weeks!" One of the excited voices said.
"Er---I've been busy." Three sets of eyes blinked at him, the blue pair belonging to the boy with a mess of black hair that went by James, a tall dark, boy, Sirius, and a small, squirrelly boy who went by Peter, who only reached Remus' shoulder with a sheet of blonde hair over his pudgy face. Remus Quickly changed the subject, "So James, how's Quidditch going?"
"Great, I've been practicing all summer. Dad even bought me a new broom for my birthday! Early present. "
"What kind?" The tall boy on his left asked.
"A Neptune1700."
"So, any ideas on who'll be captain this year?"
"Not really, except maybe Quinn. He's the only 7th year on the team and the best beater we've had in a while, and Since Noble graduated last year we still need to find a 2nd beater."
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" Came a familiar voice from the corridor.
"No thanks." Remus answered, the others signaling they were fine as well. For the first time since he could remember, a huge smile spread across his face. "Here, Dylan gave these to me. Try one." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of red spheres.
"Who's Dylan?" Peter said as he helped himself to a three of them.
"My new neighbor, a Muggle." All eyes turned to Peter as he popped all three into his mouth at the same time.
"Mmm good!"
"I bet they are" Remus sniggered. A few moments passed, with only the sounds of Peter shifting them around in his mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" Peter's eyes widened.
"Bloody Crap!" The candies flew from his mouth. "What the heck are those things! Someone get me some Pumpkin Juice from the cart. Quick!"
No one budged.
"It's not funny!" The remaining three fell to their knees in laughter, as Peter ran from the cabin to retrieve his own juice.
"Sizzling . . ." Remus said between waves of laughter, ". . . Fire balls! Better then pepper imps!"
"Gimme one of those." James and Sirius grabbed one from Remus' palm. "OH MY GOD!" James ran from the cabin, Sirius not far behind." Remus burst into a second round of laughter.
"What's wrong with them?" Peter strolled coolly back into the cabin.
"No clue," he chuckled.
***
tbc