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Birdie: 0_o?
Reaper: In a totally platonic way you stupid bird,
Birdie: Oh... O.k... Are you sure there isn't going to be any slash in this fic?
Reaper:*Exasperatedly* No Birdie, no slash...
Birdie: Are you sure? No Remus/Sirius?
Reaper: No...
Birdie: Twincest?
Reaper: No!
Birdie: Remus/Severus?
Reaper: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Quick! My loyal readers, read the chapter! It has the famous scene: the first meeting of MWPP!
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Chapter six: If you can look in to the seeds of time...
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It took a mere moment for Harry to figure out where he was. This was a place he would recognise anywhere, a place that held hope and anticipation for him, a place of fond memories.
It was platform nine and three quarters.
Ron and Hermione spun around wildly. Having never seen a pensieve before, they were astonished by the clarity of the vision.
"Whoahhhh..." Remarked Ron, "So this is a pensieve..."
"Yep!" Said Harry, gazing fondly about the familiar surroundings.
"Amazing," Exclaimed Hermione, "Absolutely amazing! Look at the express Harry; it's exactly the same as it always is! Wait, is that a good thing? Maybe the magic is moulding the scenario out of our own memories, otherwise the train would surely look a little different-"
"Hermione," Groaned Harry "Let's just see if we can find-"
"Harry!" Interrupted Ron "It's Snape! I'd recognise the slimy git anywhere, Snape!"
Harry turned around and followed Ron's direction of sight. Sure enough, standing there was a greasy-haired hooked-nose little kid with a glare. No doubt about it, it was Snape.
But Harry wasn't really interested in Snape because he knew that if Snape was here, then Prongs would be there too, and he never missed a chance to see his father. He whirled around, scanning the surroundings for a sign of his look-alike, and gasped when he realised that one of the kids had a little gold halo above his head.
"What the?" He asked confusedly,
Hermione gained an excited glint in her eyes,
"I know what that is Harry! It's a symbol so you don't lose track of the owner of the memories!"
Harry nodded and continued looking for his father, not wanting to dwell on the eleven year old form of Lupin's evil twin. Suddenly, by some inexplicable stroke of luck, a severe looking woman wearing black and accompanied by four children (also wearing black) strode right through them. Harry reminded himself that they were just shadows of the past, and the woman couldn't have done that on purpose, but he had his doubts.
Looking around he noticed that she and her family happened to be practically the only ones there wearing robes, and a lot of other witches and wizards were staring at the woman with something close to disdain. "Muggle clothes aren't good enough for her then?" One remarked to another.
"What do you expect from a Black?" Shrugged the other, shaking her head.
A Black?!
"It's Sirius!" Exclaimed Ron.
And indeed it was, Harry could see the resemblance easily enough, same hair, same eyes, same nose and ears. There was no doubt about it, definitely Sirius. He also recognised the woman as a younger version of 'the old hag' sometimes known as Agatha Black. She definitely wouldn't change much, Harry noticed. And there was Bellatrix Lestrange, and Narcissa Malfoy the stupid cows, and a bratty little kid who could only be Regulus Black.
Sirius himself had been quite tall for his age, and looked like he'd rather be anywhere else then at the station with his mother, cousins, and younger brother. Looking at the nature of the kind and loving family, Harry could hardly blame him.
The three wasted no time in racing over to follow Sirius. No offence to the lunatic Romulus Lupin, but Harry wasn't exactly interested in following someone who would be, and probably already was, a complete and utter arsehole.
"Thank you aunt Agatha, for bringing us here," Chorused Bellatrix and Narcissa to their aunt.
"You are very welcome girls, you do your ancestors proud," She lowered her voice slightly "Unlike a certain elder son of mine..."
Mini-Sirius groaned and rolled his eyes. His mother seized up.
"Don't you use that ungrateful expression around me you little worm! You're lucky I'm even letting you go to this school" She sneered "I wouldn't if it wasn't a Black family tradition-"
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Moaned Sirius
His mother leered at him and narrowed her eyes "You'd better behave Sirius..." She warned "You will face a severe punishment if you do anything to bring shame on the house of Black!"
"Don't worry about Sirius, Mother" Cut in Regulus with a snooty expression "When I go to Hogwarts next year, you know I will bring honour to the family..."
"Of that I have no doubt..." Said Agatha "But until then Sirius, YOU will be the only male representative of the ancient and most noble line of Black, so try not to bring our house to ruin for at least a year!"
"Yes Mother..." Said Sirius drilly.
Harry felt a wave of sympathy for poor Sirius, after the childhood he must of had. He was glad that Sirius had at least had his father, Lupin, and he supposed Peter would still have counted back then.
"Well, get good marks, and don't make mischief!"
"And by the way son, have a nice time!" Whispered Ron. Harry nodded sadly as Sirius shuffled away. Poor Sirius.
/Stop that line of thought/ he told himself /pity is the last thing Sirius wants/ and it was true. Sirius couldn't stand pity of any sort. Remus on the other hand didn't mind pity that much, said it was better than bloodthirsty hate. It was really quite awful how people didn't understand those who were under unfortunate circumstances.
Harry watched without speaking as Sirius moved towards the train. He watched while Sirius tried to heave his heavy trunk on to the express, and failed miserably.
But he completely lost his voice when a dark-haired skinny boy asked if Sirius needed any help.
A boy who looked almost exactly like he did.
Harry smiled, he had found his father.
He hoped that this was before he became such a prat.
"Here, I'll give you a hand," Exclaimed the boy "I'm James, James Potter,"
Sirius' eyes widened as the trunk was lifted on to the train and pushed in to a corner,
"P- P- Potter?" He stammered
"Yeah..." Said James with a nod
Sirius smirked; Harry could just see that he was planning to disobey his mother.
"Sirius," He smiled "Sirius Black..." He held his hand out, grinning.
James' eyes also widened "Black?" He asked suspiciously,
Sirius nodded "Black sheep, how 'bout you"
James still looked a little suspicious "So far living up to my family name..." He contemplated a little. Harry smiled at the exchange
"More then I can say for myself!" Grinned Sirius.
James seemed to relent, casting aside all he had probably heard about the Black family, he grinned too.
It was at that moment that a greasy haired git with a hooked nose shoved rudely past them yelling: "Out of my way, Mudbloods!" and stomped down the corridor. James stepped slowly on to the train, frowning heavily.
And it was at that moment that they both said at the same time:
"What I wouldn't give for some Filbuster fireworks!" They stared at each other and grinned, Sirius opened his mouth to speak:
"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship Jimmy-boy" Grinned Sirius.
Harry smiled at the exchange between a younger Sirius and a young James Potter. It made him think back to the first time he met Ron. He had never felt so nervous in his entire life, but meeting Ron had been a turning point in his life. After Ron, he didn't even think of turning back, although he had been worried that he'd be sent back anyway. Ron, and Hermione, had really made a difference in his hectic life... he wouldn't be where he was today if it wasn't for them. It must have been the way the marauders felt about each other.
Mean while, in Romulus' memory scape, James and Sirius were getting to know each other better as they moved down from compartment to compartment, looking for an empty one so that they could plan their first ever assault on Snape.
Sometimes, Harry felt sorry for Snape, but not at that moment. Right then he was too busy enjoying the show.
That was when a small, slightly chubby, blonde boy climbed on to the train at the exact moment James and Sirius were passing by. So naturally, he crashed into them.
Sirius stumbled and reached on to one of the compartment dividers for stability. James fared little better, "Watch where you're going, you tosser!" Snapped Sirius angrily, another testament to his short temper.
"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry!" Squeaked the boy.
At that moment, Harry guessed who it was. The infamous Peter Pettigrew.
"Yeah yeah yeah, don't pass out or anything," Said James with a laugh, he paused for a minute, seeming to be considering something... "Say Sirius,"
"Mmm,"
"If we're going to have a gang of mischief makers, we'll need more than two people..."
Sirius glanced at him suspiciously, "And you have... this guy in mind?" He asked with disbelief,
"Sure, yeah..." He smiled "Hey, You can be the leader, I'll be the funny guy, and he can be that guy that doesn't really seem to be good at anything, and then we find that he actually has a hidden talent and we can't save the world without him!"
"Are you slightly demented?"
"It has been disputed at times," Nodded James.
Sirius nodded back and turned to mini Peter,
"I'm Sirius Black, who are you?"
"S-s-s-s-s-s-Sirius B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-lack!?" He cried,
"No, that's my name, what's yours?" The three grinned
"P-Peter Pettigrew..." Said Peter nervously
"James Potter," Said James with smile. The three then experienced a natural occurrence known as 'an awkward silence', and fell about laughing again.
"Cool," Said Sirius "It's only been about five minutes, and already I've made friends with two blood traitors and shamed the family name! I'm having an inexplicable sense of accomplishment..." He smiled sentimentally, the other two chuckled
"Oy, Sirius!" Said James,
"Yeah,"
"If we're going to have the most stereo-typical gang possible then we're going to need a guy who's really mysterious and quiet and keeps horrible secrets,"
Sirius smiled "Ahh, a quest," He mused "We must continue our noble search then..."
They laughed and carried on down the train, now three. During that time, Harry learned that James came from another branch of an entirely pureblood family, known for being as 'Gryffindor' as Sirius' family were 'Slytherin'. Peter Pettigrew was actually related, though incredibly distantly, to both James and Sirius, making those two so incredibly distantly related to each other, that it was hardly worth mentioning. And yet it made Harry feel even closer to Sirius, and slightly disturbed that he was related to Wormtail. He voiced his concerns to Hermione.
"I'm related to /Wormtail/?" He said with disgust,
"Harry, you should know by now that all pureblood families are inter- related, your probably related to Ron somehow or other-"
"More than I needed to know Hermione..." Said Harry with a grimace, Ron mirrored the expression.
Meanwhile, the three marauders had finally found an empty compartment and sat down to plan their first ever mischief and mayhem. Or so they thought.
"Is that a book?" Asked Sirius.
Indeed, in front of them was a book. An enormous book that appeared to be standing up on one of the seats. Looking closer, they were able to see to tiny hands grasping either side of the huge volume.
"Umm, Hello?" Said Sirius, voicing it almost as a question, as if hesitant to accept that there could be someone behind the big book.
The book fell back across the opposite seat, and lo and behold, there /was/ a person behind the book. Now, if Pettigrew had been short, this kid was /tiny/. He looked drastically malnourished and had several grey hairs already. But the warm amber eyes were the same. Harry smiled.
"Lupin," He stated
Hermione suddenly let out a rather undignified shriek:
"Oooooooooooohhhhhh!!!" She squealed "Is that /Remus/?" She began dancing on her tiptoes; Harry and Ron exchanged disturbed glances.
"Ooh! He's sooooo /CUTE/! Oh, you just want to take him home and feed him up and cuddle him and look after him! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
"Hermione..." Said Ron with an air of revulsion "That is /Lupin/ you know..."
"Shhhh!" Hissed Harry.
Mini Lupin glanced up nervously from his reading,
"Hello," He said in a half whisper
"Hey, can we sit here?" asked James
Lupin nodded vigorously "Yeah, sure... go ahead..." He attempted to pick up his book again, then realising it would be impossible, put it back in his trunk. Or tried to. Harry marvelled at how the tiny person had picked it up in the first place.
Another awkward silence followed.
"So... umm... who are you?" Asked Sirius,
"Remus Lupin," Said Remus.
"... Are you terminally ill?" Inquired Sirius. James gave him a playful slap,
"Sirius!" He groaned.
Remus' eyes had flown open with something akin to fear. Probably fear of discovery.
"Not that I'm aware of..." He answered nervously "I've been sick lately, I'm afraid I get sick a lot..." He said, grimacing.
"Come over here and sit with us," Said James,
"Yeah, you can be the fourth member of our illustrious and chaotic band of demented lunatics!" Laughed Sirius
Remus looked as if that was the last thing he ever wanted to do, so he sat there awhile.
"Not sure if I'm demented enough for that," He said with a nod,
"Sure you are!" Said Sirius.
"And even if you aren't, you will be once you spend enough time with us!" Laughed James!
Remus glanced towards the compartment door, possibly contemplating on moving to another compartment, possibly contemplating on running as far away as he could.
The whistle went and the train began to move.
James and Sirius looked on expectantly.
Remus sighed and stood up.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiled,
He had gone and sat down with the other three.
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O.k., this is getting ridiculous. I can't believe it, but once again it's a late update, sorry guys I don't know what's going on, I use to update so faithfully... (When I had access to a computer that is!) Every Sunday, another update. And now, it's Wednesday!
O.k., so it will probably be Thursday when you all read this, or Friday or whatever. Well actually, seeing as I live in jolly old England, That makes me somewhere between five and eight hours ahead of most of my viewers (Apart from my fellow Brits) they may actually be able to read it today. Lets see, if it's 9:50 where I am now, and the majority of people here seem to be Boston-
Birdie: Oh would you just SHUT UP! Honestly, you're supposed to be doing your homework, if you don't, you and five other students (Three of which are close personal friends) will get an hour long senior management detention on Friday afternoon!
Reaper: Homework?
Birdie: Yeah you know, your physical social education homework about contra-
Reaper: Okaaaay! Time for reviews!
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Reaper: *Goes red* Umm... thanx to reviewers!
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Piper of Locksley: Interesting name, updated as soon as I could, but I don't think it's really good enough...*Sighs* Thanx for the support anyway.
blank: Yay! An old friend is back! Hope you enjoyed this chappie, I meant to do more but then the cursor to the right of this page would be really really tiny. (As tiny as Lupin when he was eleven! Ha ha ha ha^_^)
TokyoTeen13: Ahh, the Romans... no, I don't like how much they do on the Romans either, the legions and centurions get tiring after a while. But they did invent sewer systems... imagine what the world would be like without them... *Imagines, and shudders* (Random guy: What 'ave the Romans done for us?)
Mrs. Radcliffe 2 B: I've been known to be cruel at times (Birdie: all the time...) but hey, here's the update, hope you enjoyed!
This Parrot has ceased to be: Glad you like my ideas, I was going to add in the sorting and the first class, but I got so carried away... I think I'm going to have to split the pensieve up in to about three parts... (Ugh, I hope this isn't going to be as long as 'Fate Allowed', or longer... but you wouldn't mind...would you?) Ooh, I have special plans for when Remus shows up... Hee hee hee ^_^
Neoma: I updated !!! ^_^ (Please continue to read!)
Howling Wolf 22: Updated as soon as I could! Yes, Romulus is a jerk... did they ever tell you /why/ Romulus killed Remus in Roman mythology? The way I see it, he just didn't want competition for power... Arsehole isn't he? Thanx for the review!
See you all SOME TIME next week!
Birdie: 0_o?
Reaper: In a totally platonic way you stupid bird,
Birdie: Oh... O.k... Are you sure there isn't going to be any slash in this fic?
Reaper:*Exasperatedly* No Birdie, no slash...
Birdie: Are you sure? No Remus/Sirius?
Reaper: No...
Birdie: Twincest?
Reaper: No!
Birdie: Remus/Severus?
Reaper: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Quick! My loyal readers, read the chapter! It has the famous scene: the first meeting of MWPP!
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Chapter six: If you can look in to the seeds of time...
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It took a mere moment for Harry to figure out where he was. This was a place he would recognise anywhere, a place that held hope and anticipation for him, a place of fond memories.
It was platform nine and three quarters.
Ron and Hermione spun around wildly. Having never seen a pensieve before, they were astonished by the clarity of the vision.
"Whoahhhh..." Remarked Ron, "So this is a pensieve..."
"Yep!" Said Harry, gazing fondly about the familiar surroundings.
"Amazing," Exclaimed Hermione, "Absolutely amazing! Look at the express Harry; it's exactly the same as it always is! Wait, is that a good thing? Maybe the magic is moulding the scenario out of our own memories, otherwise the train would surely look a little different-"
"Hermione," Groaned Harry "Let's just see if we can find-"
"Harry!" Interrupted Ron "It's Snape! I'd recognise the slimy git anywhere, Snape!"
Harry turned around and followed Ron's direction of sight. Sure enough, standing there was a greasy-haired hooked-nose little kid with a glare. No doubt about it, it was Snape.
But Harry wasn't really interested in Snape because he knew that if Snape was here, then Prongs would be there too, and he never missed a chance to see his father. He whirled around, scanning the surroundings for a sign of his look-alike, and gasped when he realised that one of the kids had a little gold halo above his head.
"What the?" He asked confusedly,
Hermione gained an excited glint in her eyes,
"I know what that is Harry! It's a symbol so you don't lose track of the owner of the memories!"
Harry nodded and continued looking for his father, not wanting to dwell on the eleven year old form of Lupin's evil twin. Suddenly, by some inexplicable stroke of luck, a severe looking woman wearing black and accompanied by four children (also wearing black) strode right through them. Harry reminded himself that they were just shadows of the past, and the woman couldn't have done that on purpose, but he had his doubts.
Looking around he noticed that she and her family happened to be practically the only ones there wearing robes, and a lot of other witches and wizards were staring at the woman with something close to disdain. "Muggle clothes aren't good enough for her then?" One remarked to another.
"What do you expect from a Black?" Shrugged the other, shaking her head.
A Black?!
"It's Sirius!" Exclaimed Ron.
And indeed it was, Harry could see the resemblance easily enough, same hair, same eyes, same nose and ears. There was no doubt about it, definitely Sirius. He also recognised the woman as a younger version of 'the old hag' sometimes known as Agatha Black. She definitely wouldn't change much, Harry noticed. And there was Bellatrix Lestrange, and Narcissa Malfoy the stupid cows, and a bratty little kid who could only be Regulus Black.
Sirius himself had been quite tall for his age, and looked like he'd rather be anywhere else then at the station with his mother, cousins, and younger brother. Looking at the nature of the kind and loving family, Harry could hardly blame him.
The three wasted no time in racing over to follow Sirius. No offence to the lunatic Romulus Lupin, but Harry wasn't exactly interested in following someone who would be, and probably already was, a complete and utter arsehole.
"Thank you aunt Agatha, for bringing us here," Chorused Bellatrix and Narcissa to their aunt.
"You are very welcome girls, you do your ancestors proud," She lowered her voice slightly "Unlike a certain elder son of mine..."
Mini-Sirius groaned and rolled his eyes. His mother seized up.
"Don't you use that ungrateful expression around me you little worm! You're lucky I'm even letting you go to this school" She sneered "I wouldn't if it wasn't a Black family tradition-"
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Moaned Sirius
His mother leered at him and narrowed her eyes "You'd better behave Sirius..." She warned "You will face a severe punishment if you do anything to bring shame on the house of Black!"
"Don't worry about Sirius, Mother" Cut in Regulus with a snooty expression "When I go to Hogwarts next year, you know I will bring honour to the family..."
"Of that I have no doubt..." Said Agatha "But until then Sirius, YOU will be the only male representative of the ancient and most noble line of Black, so try not to bring our house to ruin for at least a year!"
"Yes Mother..." Said Sirius drilly.
Harry felt a wave of sympathy for poor Sirius, after the childhood he must of had. He was glad that Sirius had at least had his father, Lupin, and he supposed Peter would still have counted back then.
"Well, get good marks, and don't make mischief!"
"And by the way son, have a nice time!" Whispered Ron. Harry nodded sadly as Sirius shuffled away. Poor Sirius.
/Stop that line of thought/ he told himself /pity is the last thing Sirius wants/ and it was true. Sirius couldn't stand pity of any sort. Remus on the other hand didn't mind pity that much, said it was better than bloodthirsty hate. It was really quite awful how people didn't understand those who were under unfortunate circumstances.
Harry watched without speaking as Sirius moved towards the train. He watched while Sirius tried to heave his heavy trunk on to the express, and failed miserably.
But he completely lost his voice when a dark-haired skinny boy asked if Sirius needed any help.
A boy who looked almost exactly like he did.
Harry smiled, he had found his father.
He hoped that this was before he became such a prat.
"Here, I'll give you a hand," Exclaimed the boy "I'm James, James Potter,"
Sirius' eyes widened as the trunk was lifted on to the train and pushed in to a corner,
"P- P- Potter?" He stammered
"Yeah..." Said James with a nod
Sirius smirked; Harry could just see that he was planning to disobey his mother.
"Sirius," He smiled "Sirius Black..." He held his hand out, grinning.
James' eyes also widened "Black?" He asked suspiciously,
Sirius nodded "Black sheep, how 'bout you"
James still looked a little suspicious "So far living up to my family name..." He contemplated a little. Harry smiled at the exchange
"More then I can say for myself!" Grinned Sirius.
James seemed to relent, casting aside all he had probably heard about the Black family, he grinned too.
It was at that moment that a greasy haired git with a hooked nose shoved rudely past them yelling: "Out of my way, Mudbloods!" and stomped down the corridor. James stepped slowly on to the train, frowning heavily.
And it was at that moment that they both said at the same time:
"What I wouldn't give for some Filbuster fireworks!" They stared at each other and grinned, Sirius opened his mouth to speak:
"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship Jimmy-boy" Grinned Sirius.
Harry smiled at the exchange between a younger Sirius and a young James Potter. It made him think back to the first time he met Ron. He had never felt so nervous in his entire life, but meeting Ron had been a turning point in his life. After Ron, he didn't even think of turning back, although he had been worried that he'd be sent back anyway. Ron, and Hermione, had really made a difference in his hectic life... he wouldn't be where he was today if it wasn't for them. It must have been the way the marauders felt about each other.
Mean while, in Romulus' memory scape, James and Sirius were getting to know each other better as they moved down from compartment to compartment, looking for an empty one so that they could plan their first ever assault on Snape.
Sometimes, Harry felt sorry for Snape, but not at that moment. Right then he was too busy enjoying the show.
That was when a small, slightly chubby, blonde boy climbed on to the train at the exact moment James and Sirius were passing by. So naturally, he crashed into them.
Sirius stumbled and reached on to one of the compartment dividers for stability. James fared little better, "Watch where you're going, you tosser!" Snapped Sirius angrily, another testament to his short temper.
"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry!" Squeaked the boy.
At that moment, Harry guessed who it was. The infamous Peter Pettigrew.
"Yeah yeah yeah, don't pass out or anything," Said James with a laugh, he paused for a minute, seeming to be considering something... "Say Sirius,"
"Mmm,"
"If we're going to have a gang of mischief makers, we'll need more than two people..."
Sirius glanced at him suspiciously, "And you have... this guy in mind?" He asked with disbelief,
"Sure, yeah..." He smiled "Hey, You can be the leader, I'll be the funny guy, and he can be that guy that doesn't really seem to be good at anything, and then we find that he actually has a hidden talent and we can't save the world without him!"
"Are you slightly demented?"
"It has been disputed at times," Nodded James.
Sirius nodded back and turned to mini Peter,
"I'm Sirius Black, who are you?"
"S-s-s-s-s-s-Sirius B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-lack!?" He cried,
"No, that's my name, what's yours?" The three grinned
"P-Peter Pettigrew..." Said Peter nervously
"James Potter," Said James with smile. The three then experienced a natural occurrence known as 'an awkward silence', and fell about laughing again.
"Cool," Said Sirius "It's only been about five minutes, and already I've made friends with two blood traitors and shamed the family name! I'm having an inexplicable sense of accomplishment..." He smiled sentimentally, the other two chuckled
"Oy, Sirius!" Said James,
"Yeah,"
"If we're going to have the most stereo-typical gang possible then we're going to need a guy who's really mysterious and quiet and keeps horrible secrets,"
Sirius smiled "Ahh, a quest," He mused "We must continue our noble search then..."
They laughed and carried on down the train, now three. During that time, Harry learned that James came from another branch of an entirely pureblood family, known for being as 'Gryffindor' as Sirius' family were 'Slytherin'. Peter Pettigrew was actually related, though incredibly distantly, to both James and Sirius, making those two so incredibly distantly related to each other, that it was hardly worth mentioning. And yet it made Harry feel even closer to Sirius, and slightly disturbed that he was related to Wormtail. He voiced his concerns to Hermione.
"I'm related to /Wormtail/?" He said with disgust,
"Harry, you should know by now that all pureblood families are inter- related, your probably related to Ron somehow or other-"
"More than I needed to know Hermione..." Said Harry with a grimace, Ron mirrored the expression.
Meanwhile, the three marauders had finally found an empty compartment and sat down to plan their first ever mischief and mayhem. Or so they thought.
"Is that a book?" Asked Sirius.
Indeed, in front of them was a book. An enormous book that appeared to be standing up on one of the seats. Looking closer, they were able to see to tiny hands grasping either side of the huge volume.
"Umm, Hello?" Said Sirius, voicing it almost as a question, as if hesitant to accept that there could be someone behind the big book.
The book fell back across the opposite seat, and lo and behold, there /was/ a person behind the book. Now, if Pettigrew had been short, this kid was /tiny/. He looked drastically malnourished and had several grey hairs already. But the warm amber eyes were the same. Harry smiled.
"Lupin," He stated
Hermione suddenly let out a rather undignified shriek:
"Oooooooooooohhhhhh!!!" She squealed "Is that /Remus/?" She began dancing on her tiptoes; Harry and Ron exchanged disturbed glances.
"Ooh! He's sooooo /CUTE/! Oh, you just want to take him home and feed him up and cuddle him and look after him! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
"Hermione..." Said Ron with an air of revulsion "That is /Lupin/ you know..."
"Shhhh!" Hissed Harry.
Mini Lupin glanced up nervously from his reading,
"Hello," He said in a half whisper
"Hey, can we sit here?" asked James
Lupin nodded vigorously "Yeah, sure... go ahead..." He attempted to pick up his book again, then realising it would be impossible, put it back in his trunk. Or tried to. Harry marvelled at how the tiny person had picked it up in the first place.
Another awkward silence followed.
"So... umm... who are you?" Asked Sirius,
"Remus Lupin," Said Remus.
"... Are you terminally ill?" Inquired Sirius. James gave him a playful slap,
"Sirius!" He groaned.
Remus' eyes had flown open with something akin to fear. Probably fear of discovery.
"Not that I'm aware of..." He answered nervously "I've been sick lately, I'm afraid I get sick a lot..." He said, grimacing.
"Come over here and sit with us," Said James,
"Yeah, you can be the fourth member of our illustrious and chaotic band of demented lunatics!" Laughed Sirius
Remus looked as if that was the last thing he ever wanted to do, so he sat there awhile.
"Not sure if I'm demented enough for that," He said with a nod,
"Sure you are!" Said Sirius.
"And even if you aren't, you will be once you spend enough time with us!" Laughed James!
Remus glanced towards the compartment door, possibly contemplating on moving to another compartment, possibly contemplating on running as far away as he could.
The whistle went and the train began to move.
James and Sirius looked on expectantly.
Remus sighed and stood up.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiled,
He had gone and sat down with the other three.
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O.k., this is getting ridiculous. I can't believe it, but once again it's a late update, sorry guys I don't know what's going on, I use to update so faithfully... (When I had access to a computer that is!) Every Sunday, another update. And now, it's Wednesday!
O.k., so it will probably be Thursday when you all read this, or Friday or whatever. Well actually, seeing as I live in jolly old England, That makes me somewhere between five and eight hours ahead of most of my viewers (Apart from my fellow Brits) they may actually be able to read it today. Lets see, if it's 9:50 where I am now, and the majority of people here seem to be Boston-
Birdie: Oh would you just SHUT UP! Honestly, you're supposed to be doing your homework, if you don't, you and five other students (Three of which are close personal friends) will get an hour long senior management detention on Friday afternoon!
Reaper: Homework?
Birdie: Yeah you know, your physical social education homework about contra-
Reaper: Okaaaay! Time for reviews!
Birdie: -ception
Reaper: *Goes red* Umm... thanx to reviewers!
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Piper of Locksley: Interesting name, updated as soon as I could, but I don't think it's really good enough...*Sighs* Thanx for the support anyway.
blank: Yay! An old friend is back! Hope you enjoyed this chappie, I meant to do more but then the cursor to the right of this page would be really really tiny. (As tiny as Lupin when he was eleven! Ha ha ha ha^_^)
TokyoTeen13: Ahh, the Romans... no, I don't like how much they do on the Romans either, the legions and centurions get tiring after a while. But they did invent sewer systems... imagine what the world would be like without them... *Imagines, and shudders* (Random guy: What 'ave the Romans done for us?)
Mrs. Radcliffe 2 B: I've been known to be cruel at times (Birdie: all the time...) but hey, here's the update, hope you enjoyed!
This Parrot has ceased to be: Glad you like my ideas, I was going to add in the sorting and the first class, but I got so carried away... I think I'm going to have to split the pensieve up in to about three parts... (Ugh, I hope this isn't going to be as long as 'Fate Allowed', or longer... but you wouldn't mind...would you?) Ooh, I have special plans for when Remus shows up... Hee hee hee ^_^
Neoma: I updated !!! ^_^ (Please continue to read!)
Howling Wolf 22: Updated as soon as I could! Yes, Romulus is a jerk... did they ever tell you /why/ Romulus killed Remus in Roman mythology? The way I see it, he just didn't want competition for power... Arsehole isn't he? Thanx for the review!
See you all SOME TIME next week!