Just Kids

A Marauders Fic

Summary

Their lives will shape the fate of the world, magic and muggle. They will help drive back the darkness, their names will be known to everyone, they will be loved and hated in turn. Not quite yet though, right now…they're just kids.

Disclaimer

You are gullible if you believe the following:

That the word gullible has been taken out of the dictionary.

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That I am our beloved JKR. I'm not, I don't own the rights to the Harry Potter books or any of the characters in them. I am not making any money out of this so please don't sue. Since I don't have much money you wouldn't get much out of me anyway.

Author's Note

Hi, I am getting zero reviews for this fic and that is quite depressing. I think this is a good fic, my sister thinks this is a good fic and elsawriter does to, she hasn't actually reviewed yet but I am sure she will. So this chapter is dedicated to them. Enjoy my silent readers.

Flying Through the Air and Landing on your Feet

"You couldn't curse a muggle with his back turned" Sirius jeered

"Maybe, but I've got all these people who really don't like you backing me." she raised her voice to a high falsetto "Poor Sirius, no where to run, can't hide. What are you going to do?"

"Well I could start by telling you exactly what I think about the lot of you. You are a lot of inbreed twerps, who can't see that your petty grievances about the state of the wizarding world are so out of date that they're wearing furs! You think that Muggles are less than animals and that Mudbloods don't deserve their magic. Well guess what? Nobody, except you cares! The people with the "dirty blood" are more than two third of the wizarding population, perfectly pure blood is a rare thing, that doesn't mean anything any way. Half-bloods, Mudbloods, their just as good as you lot at magic. True some aren't great at it, but neither are some of you, look at Crabbe and Goyle for Merlin's sake. They're as pure as anyone here but their so thick they can barely hold a wand the right way, let alone do anything with it. We're all just people, but you lot have your heads shoved so far up you're arses that you just can't see it."

Sirius paused to admire the affect of his words, his audience weren't used to people speaking up for themselves, especially when they were out numbered twenty to one. So for the moment they just stood, stunned but angry looks were beginning to show themselves, time to finish his speech while the going was still good, it did spoil a rant if the ranter was overwhelmed by hexes before he finished.

"After that though, I think I'll just start cursing you."

All hell broke lose, it lasted for some time.

* * *

So far the train journey had been a bit of a disappointment to James. In his parents school stories they had had eventful train rides, meeting and making best friends and worst enemies on the Hogwarts Express. He however had yet to find any of his classmates that weren't a) giggling girls or b) asleep. The girls had been in the first carriage he had ventured into, they had offered to let him stay but he had declined and beaten a hasty retreat. The next few had all been full or occupied by some of the upper years. He had then reached a compartment containing a boy about his age, but he had been fast asleep. James had dumped his stuff there and rested for a while, but now he was off again, looking for people, preferably ones were exciting and who shared his liking for pranks.

His wish was granted when the door he was about to open exploded outwards, expelling a boy dressed in his Hogwarts robes, with much flailing of limbs he flew through the air, landing right on top of a, quite startled, James.

They fell to the floor with a crash as a roar of laughter emitted from the burst door. Disregarding James the boy leapt to his feet shouting insults, ready to charge back in to the fray. Someone inside shouted a spell and the door slammed shut.

He continued to verbally abuse the door for a while, then he kicked it, hard. Of course you cant do that to solid wood without getting some feed back but it took a few seconds for the pain to register, during which time he retrieved his wand from the floor. Then he dropped it and clutched his foot. He hopped round the hall for about five minutes, during which time James vocabulary was greatly increased.

"Ahem," James interrupted his swearing "little help here?"

"Oh, sorry" the boy pulled James to his feet. He brushed himself down then extended his hand.

"James Potter" the boy hesitated then took t6he proffered hand.

"Sirius" he paused then continued "Sirius Blake"

* * *

That was possibly one off the most stupid things Sirius had ever done and that was including the time he had tried to turn his grandfather into a goldfish so he could have a pet, (He had got in to huge amounts of trouble for that little scheme, especially since the old man had nearly died from lack of oxygen before the adults had transfigured him back). Not only had he just lied to a potential friend and thus forcing him to invent a whole new life for himself, James was going to find out his true name as soon as he was called up to be Sorted. Lying when there was no chance you weren't going to be discovered was a very idiotic thing to do.

He had panicked though; the Potters were a pureblood family that could trace their line back even further then the Blacks, if they wanted to, which they didn't. The Potters were like that, they didn't really care about how far their line went back or how pure their blood was, in his families view they were defiantly blood traitors, very Gryfindor blood traitors as well. One of their ancestors, a potter named Allsy, saved Eric Gryfindors life in some huge battle thus linking the houses by a life dept. Gryfindor took the dept very seriously and promised that from that time onwards the Potters would always be protected by his line.

So when Godric Gryfindor left home to help found Hogwarts he left his castle in the capable hands of his friend Bosley Potter. From then on the Potters were the trusted guardians of Fort Leo and the surrounding area. Even after the Gryfindor line died out in the sixteen hundreds they continued to tend to the castle and its grounds. They never moved into the castle though, instead they resided in The Potty, the traditional home of the Potters. Of course the house had been enlarged and refurbished since the days when it was the abode of simple village craftsmen but still, living in a house of ordinary size when you could be residing in one of the oldest castles in Britain. It was beyond Sirius, still they seemed to be happy with their lot in life and they had, apparently, amassed quite a large fortune through the simple method of not spending much.  

Sirius had never actually met one before, with his family it was hard to meet anyone let alone a Potter, but he knew what they tended to look like. They were short, mostly wore glasses and tended towards black or dark hair that was always very messy. This one had hazel eyes, a longish and a cheeky grin. Sirius liked him immediately.

"So what was that all about?" James asked, indicating the now closed carriage door.

"Oh, they really don't like me." Sirius said vaguely.

"Right, so they what? Dragged then cursed you out." He inquired sceptically.

"Something like that." keep it simple and as close to the truth as you can he reminded himself "My parents know their parents, they think great another small child to brain wash. I make a few comments, they realise their mistake and help me out the door with a few well-aimed curses. I managed to make Malfoys hair turn red though, so I guess it was worth it." James grinned at that and seemed to accept his story.

"Well since you have no place to go, come and share my carriage. Only other person there is asleep, so he's not exactly a bundle of laughs…" he shrugged "I could use some company, care to join me?"

"Sure," Sirius answered casually but inside he was exultant "here give me a hand with this trunk."