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
I have just been looking back over this fic and there are so many mistakes it is unbelievable! I have updated Chapter Three; hopefully there are no omissions in it. Thanks to elsawriter for her review and if I have any silent readers out there could they please review? Reviews make me happy and encourage me to face my fears and brave my typewriter to give you more chapters.
James' silent companion was still dead to the world when they returned, dragging Sirius' baggage behind them. They dumped it in a corner then collapsed tired and slightly sweaty. There was silence for a while broken only by their harsh breathing, then Sirius spoke.
"I've just realised something."
"What?"
"We didn't have to drag that here after all." James groaned
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I didn't remember before, one of my cousins told me," he explained "the trunks get left when we leave the train and they turn up later at the foot of your bed." James groaned again, then brightened.
"If we had left it there then your "friends" might have cursed it or something."
"Or something." Sirius muttered darkly, but he to felt much better "So…you play Quiditch at all?"
"Definitely!" was the enthusiastic reply.
After that the conversation flowed freely. They covered a wide range of subjects, Quiditch, James played Chaser, Sirius Beater and they both supported the Montrose Magpies. After a heated discussion on the merits of their new Keeper Dizzy White they moved on to their families. James was quite happy to chat about them, mentioning every thing from his great-aunts mental health to the time his father got slightly tipsy at a New Years party and decided it would be a great idea to borrow a neighbours car so they could go see some shooting stars from the top of a nearby hill.
His dad had crashed the car and he and his friend had spent the rest of the night trying desperately to fix it before dawn, they had managed it but in the process had managed to invent a car that didn't need peeterol to make it go just coffee. Their neighbour had been very angry for several weeks; it had taken a new car and a lot of money from his insurance company to appease him. James' mother still teased his father about it, but she couldn't deny that he had got the best out of the whole affair, he had picked up the car from the place it had been dumped, cleaned it up a bit and sold it to the youngest Weasley son who apparently had a fascination with Muggle stuff.
Sirius on the other hand was very closed mouthed about his family, he said he didn't get along with most of them and could they please change the subject. The Sorting was brought up and talked about with a sort of fearful dread, neither of them knew what exactly was going to take place. James' parents had been very closed mouthed about it, insisting that not knowing what it consisted of was a tradition that had been going on for hundreds of years and anyway they didn't want to ruin the surprise. Sirius' cousins had on the other hand had been all to willing to tell him what happened, but he was inclined not to believe them since their stories became even more horrifying and bloody with each retelling. Both of the boys were determined to get into Gryfindor, James because most of his family had been in it and Sirius because none of his family had.
At that point the trolley came round and the conversation turned to more mundane things, such as how many Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans you could stuff in your mouth at once and the most disgusting flavour bean they had tasted. James' worst had been compost flavoured and Sirius had briefly had a mouthful of dragon dung beans before he had spat them out in to his cousin's face.
"Bet she was pleased about that" commented James.
"She tricked me into eating them in the first place," he barked out a laugh "spent ages, I bet, gathering them all up and to reward her for her labour she gets them right back at her."
This sent James off down memory lane again, this story involved his brother, the Slitherin Quidditch team and a huge amount of Dungsters (boxes that when opened spewed dung in your face)…
It was a few hours later and they had reached the "sticky" stage of the journey. The time when all the food you want to eat has run out, your lack of sleep the night before is just starting to catch up with you and you can't think of any thing else to say to your travelling companion, when this happens a lot of people start to stare out the window suddenly finding the passing countryside absolutely fascinating.
James was doing that, staring aimlessly out the window, Sirius however didn't find mountains at all interesting, so he was bouncing cabbage flavoured beans off the sleeping boys head. Throw, hit his nose, 10 points. Throw, hit his left eye, 10 points. Throw, hit his forehead, 5 points. Throw, hit his right ear, 20 points.
"This is ridiculous!" he exclaimed suddenly "I'm on 185 points and he still hasn't woken up."
"He's dead," said James flatly "got so excited at the thought of going to Hogwarts that he had a heart attack."
"I doubt it." Sirius went over to the comatose body and prodded it, it snorted and turned away.
"A reaction," Sirius exclaimed exultantly "he's going to wake up."
They waited a while but all that happened was an abundance of nothing.
"Right," a determined expression appeared his face "he will wake up. Got any fireworks?" James suddenly took an interest in the proceedings.
"Think so, I'll just check." He searched around inside his bag and after a lot of rummaging triumphantly pulled out a rather small, crumpled looking firework.
"Is that all?"
"'Fraid so."
"Ah well, here goes." He brought his wand to the end of the firework and opened his mouth to mutter an incantation. That was as far as he got though because at that moment the door burst open and a voice yelled out in outrage.
"Don't you dare!" Sirius for the second time that day went flying through the air. He landed on the other side of the carriage in a crumpled heap and lay their momentarily stunned. He peered blearily up at his vanquisher expecting to see some sort of vengeance demon or at least a seventh year but no, the spell light cleared to reveal…
Sorry about that cliff hanger but if you think a bit you can probably guess who it is.