Hello everyone!!! I've decided that I wanted to start my other story from
earlier, like the beginning of the year. So I am... and when I get to the
part my other story is at, I will combine them together so they make one
SUPER story. Marauder Era Harry Potter FanFiction Stories Force, Away!!!
Wow, before I go completely off my rocker (or at least enough more that I can't write), I'll type up the first chapter of my "new" story.
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"James? James Potter!!!" Hundreds... no THOUSANDS of screaming girls surrounded him (They all had red hair and green eyes), asking for his autograph and screaming his name. He was in his Quidditch uniform, and he had scored all of the goals for the Chudly Channons. He didn't know why, but he had a throbbing headache, as if he was still getting hit with bludgers. "James!!! Prongs!!!" Wait a second... how did they know his nickname from Hogwarts? What was going on?
WHAM!
"PRONGS YOU IDIOT! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE TRAIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" James Potter's best friend, Sirius Black, stood over him holding a half empty pillow over his head. Feathers floated delicately around them. "I've been hitting you with this thing for half and hour! I was about to move on to a broomstick... Bloody hell you're hard to wake up."
The groggy James Potter rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. "Watimsit?" he asked sleepily.
"Time you got up, we're supposed to be at the train in about forty- five minutes."
"Oh, that's good, I've got time" he rolled over, pulled the pillow from Sirius' hands and proceeded to cover his head with it.
"Uh oh Prongs, your mom wants you."
James sat up, put on his glasses and scrambled out of bed. He got to the door and slammed it shut. "Sirius! Toss me some clothes quickly." A pile of clothing was sent sailing through the door. Quickly pulling on his clothes and trying to brush his teeth at the same time (which failed), he listened for his mom.
"Hello Mrs. Potter, you're looking lovely today."
"Um Hmmm, where's James?" He could hear the skepticism in her voice. Living with two insane teenagers for the past two summers had taught her a few things.
"You know, it's the funniest story, you see James went downstairs and he couldn't find his broom, and so he went outside. After wrestling with two deranged owls from the Ministry of Magic who had been trying to steal it, he came back inside, only to find that two of the gnomes from the backyard had gotten into his trunk and taken out all of the things he had so carefully packed last night... you know how they are. So after throwing them out the window, he was going to pack, but it turned out that he couldn't because all my adoring fans had stolen his clothing thinking it was mine --I don't know how they got confused, what with his horrid fashion sense and all-- so I heroically rescued it from them. After profusely thanking me he went into the bathroom and decided to brush his teeth. Uh... he wasn't just asleep if that's what you're thinking."
"James! Come out of there now! Have you packed yet?"
Prongs peaked out of the bathroom. "Maybe?"
"You can't just leave things until the last minute! Hear, I'll help you, but next time you've got to do this the night before." She waved her wand, and James' things flew neatly into the open trunk.
"But this is the last time I'm going to Hogwarts mum. I guess this is the last time I'll need it anyway," he grinned.
"You mean you won't need my help when you go to the auror academy? It's so beautiful! My only son... he's growing up so quickly!"
"You mean you're not going to pack our little Prongsies bag next year? That's low Mrs. Potter. You can pack mine if you want though." Sirius grinned at James, who threw a bar of soap that had been in his hand at him.
Mrs. Potter stopped it with her wand. "James, you should have used that soap, woken up earlier and taken a shower."
"Mum, I've been up for ages, there was just this thing with some Ministry of Magic owls..." he looked a Padfoot and smirked.
"Whatever, you smell though. Scorgify!" Bubbles suddenly appeared on him. "We have to leave now, get your trunks you hooligans. We'll take floo powder over to the Vance's house, they're only a few blocks from the station."
As James pulled his trunk over to the fire place, Sirius took a whiff. "Mm James, you smell like flowers."
He was promptly pelted with a vase.
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Lily Evans' alarm clock rang at exactly 9:30. "Mmph." She stretched out, looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, then suddenly remembered. "Oh my god! I have NEWTS this year!" Jumping out of bed, she pulled on the clothes she had set out the night before and ran downstairs. She walked up to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs and bacon.
"MOM! DAD! WE HAVE TO LEAVE SOON!" She called up the stairs. Seating herself, she pulled the plate she had fixed for herself in front over her.
"Lily!" came a screech. Lily visibly cringed in her chair, a bite of omelette halfway in her mouth. "Just because you have to go the your freak school doesn't mean you have to wake me up too. It's not like I wanted to say goodbye or anything."
Lily sighed. "I'm sorry Petunia. I'll be quieter." She tried to live with her sister, but that being a near impossible task, she usually just avoided her.
Lily wolfed down the rest of her breakfast and hurried upstairs to take a shower. After she put on the rest of her clothes she called out to her father. "Hey Dad! Can you bring my trunk downstairs?"
Mr. Evans, who had the same hair color as Lily, though with a bald spot, entered the room. "Sure honey, I'll just put this in the trunk and we'll go." He dragged the trunk (Which Lily had packed a week in advance) to the car, stowed it in the trunk and went to the front seat. Lily joined him on the passenger side, and together they drove to the station.
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"Hey Lil's!" Called her best friend Bella. "What's new?"
"BELLA!" Lily squealed. "Nothing special... I thought I was going to be late!"
"You're here a half hour early, I think you're fine. Are the rumors true about you being Head Girl?"
"Oh my gosh! Yes, I completely forgot!" She began to fish around in her pre-packed trunk for her badge. Triumphantly she held it up. "My parents were so proud."
"Well it's a good thing you came early, you're supposed to be in the Head compartment in about ten minutes. Who's Head Boy?"
"No idea... I know who I hope it isn't."
"Don't be ridiculous, we all know how much you would LOVE to have James as your partner for a whole year," Bella chuckled at the ridiculousness of the statement. "Anyway, you'd better go. Don't you have an early-bird reputation to keep?"
"Yeah, you're right, I'd better go," Lily replied, glancing at her watch.
"I was being sarcastic, you do know that, right?"
"Mm hmm, yeah," said Lily absently as she hurried to the back of the train.
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About three minutes before the train was set to pull away towards Hogwarts, Sirius and James jumped through the door, their trunks hovering behind them.
"If you hadn't taken so long to be awake..."
"Well if you hadn't been making snide comments all morning..."
"Oops, sorry!" They said in unison. They had just slammed into an unseen figure.
"Oh, hi guys, I thought you weren't gonna be on time," the voice came from a small, roundish boy, who was nervously twisting his hands.
"Hey Wormtail!" said James. Then he spotted something that made him suddenly scowl and tense up. "Were they bothering you?" he asked, indicating towards a group of Slytherins standing in the compartment behind Peter with his wand, which he had pulled from his pocket at the first scent of bad house relations.
"Them?" asked Peter skittishly. "No, no... it's ok, let's go, ok?"
"Anything to get away from those guys... what are you doing with them anyway?" asked Sirius suspiciously.
"Uh, nothing, let's go talk to Lupin... he's right over there, we should go there shouldn't we?"
The three friends went into the next compartment and seated themselves next to their werewolf friend.
"Moony! How was your summer?"
But Remus was ignoring James, looking over to the doorway to their compartment. He grinned, and nudged Padfoot, who looked too, and nudged Peter. Peter seemed confused until Sirius poked him sharply in the side. Peter then poked James. James looked over to the doorway with them.
A flustered looking Lily was looking around their compartment as if looking for something.
"Hey Evans, I'm right here doll, you can stop looking for your dream guy now," said James smugly.
"Oh please Potter, you wish. I'm looking for the Head Boy. You don't know who is, do you?"
"Isn't Diggory, that Hufflepuff guy Head Boy?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, I think so," said Remus.
Lily smiled appreciatively at them. "Thanks you guys. I've got to find him, we need to tell the prefects what to do."
Seeing her smile, James mentally threw a bludger at himself for not saying anything. "Hey Moony, why weren't you Head Boy?" he asked, trying to take him mind off Lily.
"Dumbledore said I would have... but umm... you know, it's kinda hard to be Head Boy if I'm 'sick' once a month."
"Oh... I'm really sorry," said James downcastedly.
"It's nothing really," said Remus, inclining his head slightly.
"Diggory's pretty lucky, getting to spend the whole year with Lily, eh James?" said Sirius, trying to brighten the situation.
"Yeah, it's too bad that James isn't Head Boy, and Amos, is huh guys?"
"Peter, you're brilliant!" said Sirius grinning. Remus shook his head. When Sirius grinned like that, it all but said "RUN FOR THE HILLS IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES YOU FOOLS!"
"I am?" Wormtail asked happily.
"Marauders, we need a plan."
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Yup, that's all you get for now. Hope you like it, and PLEASE review, I'm hoping for five reviews on this chapter. It's the holiday season, make my wish come true? =D Until next time...
~The Barmy Brigand signs off
Wow, before I go completely off my rocker (or at least enough more that I can't write), I'll type up the first chapter of my "new" story.
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"James? James Potter!!!" Hundreds... no THOUSANDS of screaming girls surrounded him (They all had red hair and green eyes), asking for his autograph and screaming his name. He was in his Quidditch uniform, and he had scored all of the goals for the Chudly Channons. He didn't know why, but he had a throbbing headache, as if he was still getting hit with bludgers. "James!!! Prongs!!!" Wait a second... how did they know his nickname from Hogwarts? What was going on?
WHAM!
"PRONGS YOU IDIOT! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE TRAIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" James Potter's best friend, Sirius Black, stood over him holding a half empty pillow over his head. Feathers floated delicately around them. "I've been hitting you with this thing for half and hour! I was about to move on to a broomstick... Bloody hell you're hard to wake up."
The groggy James Potter rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. "Watimsit?" he asked sleepily.
"Time you got up, we're supposed to be at the train in about forty- five minutes."
"Oh, that's good, I've got time" he rolled over, pulled the pillow from Sirius' hands and proceeded to cover his head with it.
"Uh oh Prongs, your mom wants you."
James sat up, put on his glasses and scrambled out of bed. He got to the door and slammed it shut. "Sirius! Toss me some clothes quickly." A pile of clothing was sent sailing through the door. Quickly pulling on his clothes and trying to brush his teeth at the same time (which failed), he listened for his mom.
"Hello Mrs. Potter, you're looking lovely today."
"Um Hmmm, where's James?" He could hear the skepticism in her voice. Living with two insane teenagers for the past two summers had taught her a few things.
"You know, it's the funniest story, you see James went downstairs and he couldn't find his broom, and so he went outside. After wrestling with two deranged owls from the Ministry of Magic who had been trying to steal it, he came back inside, only to find that two of the gnomes from the backyard had gotten into his trunk and taken out all of the things he had so carefully packed last night... you know how they are. So after throwing them out the window, he was going to pack, but it turned out that he couldn't because all my adoring fans had stolen his clothing thinking it was mine --I don't know how they got confused, what with his horrid fashion sense and all-- so I heroically rescued it from them. After profusely thanking me he went into the bathroom and decided to brush his teeth. Uh... he wasn't just asleep if that's what you're thinking."
"James! Come out of there now! Have you packed yet?"
Prongs peaked out of the bathroom. "Maybe?"
"You can't just leave things until the last minute! Hear, I'll help you, but next time you've got to do this the night before." She waved her wand, and James' things flew neatly into the open trunk.
"But this is the last time I'm going to Hogwarts mum. I guess this is the last time I'll need it anyway," he grinned.
"You mean you won't need my help when you go to the auror academy? It's so beautiful! My only son... he's growing up so quickly!"
"You mean you're not going to pack our little Prongsies bag next year? That's low Mrs. Potter. You can pack mine if you want though." Sirius grinned at James, who threw a bar of soap that had been in his hand at him.
Mrs. Potter stopped it with her wand. "James, you should have used that soap, woken up earlier and taken a shower."
"Mum, I've been up for ages, there was just this thing with some Ministry of Magic owls..." he looked a Padfoot and smirked.
"Whatever, you smell though. Scorgify!" Bubbles suddenly appeared on him. "We have to leave now, get your trunks you hooligans. We'll take floo powder over to the Vance's house, they're only a few blocks from the station."
As James pulled his trunk over to the fire place, Sirius took a whiff. "Mm James, you smell like flowers."
He was promptly pelted with a vase.
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Lily Evans' alarm clock rang at exactly 9:30. "Mmph." She stretched out, looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, then suddenly remembered. "Oh my god! I have NEWTS this year!" Jumping out of bed, she pulled on the clothes she had set out the night before and ran downstairs. She walked up to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs and bacon.
"MOM! DAD! WE HAVE TO LEAVE SOON!" She called up the stairs. Seating herself, she pulled the plate she had fixed for herself in front over her.
"Lily!" came a screech. Lily visibly cringed in her chair, a bite of omelette halfway in her mouth. "Just because you have to go the your freak school doesn't mean you have to wake me up too. It's not like I wanted to say goodbye or anything."
Lily sighed. "I'm sorry Petunia. I'll be quieter." She tried to live with her sister, but that being a near impossible task, she usually just avoided her.
Lily wolfed down the rest of her breakfast and hurried upstairs to take a shower. After she put on the rest of her clothes she called out to her father. "Hey Dad! Can you bring my trunk downstairs?"
Mr. Evans, who had the same hair color as Lily, though with a bald spot, entered the room. "Sure honey, I'll just put this in the trunk and we'll go." He dragged the trunk (Which Lily had packed a week in advance) to the car, stowed it in the trunk and went to the front seat. Lily joined him on the passenger side, and together they drove to the station.
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"Hey Lil's!" Called her best friend Bella. "What's new?"
"BELLA!" Lily squealed. "Nothing special... I thought I was going to be late!"
"You're here a half hour early, I think you're fine. Are the rumors true about you being Head Girl?"
"Oh my gosh! Yes, I completely forgot!" She began to fish around in her pre-packed trunk for her badge. Triumphantly she held it up. "My parents were so proud."
"Well it's a good thing you came early, you're supposed to be in the Head compartment in about ten minutes. Who's Head Boy?"
"No idea... I know who I hope it isn't."
"Don't be ridiculous, we all know how much you would LOVE to have James as your partner for a whole year," Bella chuckled at the ridiculousness of the statement. "Anyway, you'd better go. Don't you have an early-bird reputation to keep?"
"Yeah, you're right, I'd better go," Lily replied, glancing at her watch.
"I was being sarcastic, you do know that, right?"
"Mm hmm, yeah," said Lily absently as she hurried to the back of the train.
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About three minutes before the train was set to pull away towards Hogwarts, Sirius and James jumped through the door, their trunks hovering behind them.
"If you hadn't taken so long to be awake..."
"Well if you hadn't been making snide comments all morning..."
"Oops, sorry!" They said in unison. They had just slammed into an unseen figure.
"Oh, hi guys, I thought you weren't gonna be on time," the voice came from a small, roundish boy, who was nervously twisting his hands.
"Hey Wormtail!" said James. Then he spotted something that made him suddenly scowl and tense up. "Were they bothering you?" he asked, indicating towards a group of Slytherins standing in the compartment behind Peter with his wand, which he had pulled from his pocket at the first scent of bad house relations.
"Them?" asked Peter skittishly. "No, no... it's ok, let's go, ok?"
"Anything to get away from those guys... what are you doing with them anyway?" asked Sirius suspiciously.
"Uh, nothing, let's go talk to Lupin... he's right over there, we should go there shouldn't we?"
The three friends went into the next compartment and seated themselves next to their werewolf friend.
"Moony! How was your summer?"
But Remus was ignoring James, looking over to the doorway to their compartment. He grinned, and nudged Padfoot, who looked too, and nudged Peter. Peter seemed confused until Sirius poked him sharply in the side. Peter then poked James. James looked over to the doorway with them.
A flustered looking Lily was looking around their compartment as if looking for something.
"Hey Evans, I'm right here doll, you can stop looking for your dream guy now," said James smugly.
"Oh please Potter, you wish. I'm looking for the Head Boy. You don't know who is, do you?"
"Isn't Diggory, that Hufflepuff guy Head Boy?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, I think so," said Remus.
Lily smiled appreciatively at them. "Thanks you guys. I've got to find him, we need to tell the prefects what to do."
Seeing her smile, James mentally threw a bludger at himself for not saying anything. "Hey Moony, why weren't you Head Boy?" he asked, trying to take him mind off Lily.
"Dumbledore said I would have... but umm... you know, it's kinda hard to be Head Boy if I'm 'sick' once a month."
"Oh... I'm really sorry," said James downcastedly.
"It's nothing really," said Remus, inclining his head slightly.
"Diggory's pretty lucky, getting to spend the whole year with Lily, eh James?" said Sirius, trying to brighten the situation.
"Yeah, it's too bad that James isn't Head Boy, and Amos, is huh guys?"
"Peter, you're brilliant!" said Sirius grinning. Remus shook his head. When Sirius grinned like that, it all but said "RUN FOR THE HILLS IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES YOU FOOLS!"
"I am?" Wormtail asked happily.
"Marauders, we need a plan."
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Yup, that's all you get for now. Hope you like it, and PLEASE review, I'm hoping for five reviews on this chapter. It's the holiday season, make my wish come true? =D Until next time...
~The Barmy Brigand signs off