James, Sirius, Remus and Peter

Authors notes: Two reviews not bad. Thank u to MagickalStar135 and Zana G. Nicholson. The story will be up soon but first I gotta introduce the characters J, S, R and P. Sorry if chapter one was short.

Chapter 2- James, Sirius, Remus and Peter

James Potter was an only child from the Potter family.  And being an only child from the Potter family he had the best childhood. His parents were loaded and he got everything he wanted but only according to his behaviour.

James didn't show any sign of being spoilt, in fact he developed something else that none of the members of the Potter family had been counting on. He had developed a mischievous side. He spent half his childhood performing pranks on people. The only people who have never had a prank being played on them by James were his parents and grandfather.

Every year when there is a family gathering like Christmas or birthdays no one left as they had come. Each leaving, the Potter's mansion with cakes and food on their face, hair and inside their ears and mouths.

Although James got in trouble of course, his parents never would let him get away with it. But his grandfather always enjoyed it and always congratulated him after his parents told him off; which pretty much encourages James a lot to plan for the next year.

The other half of his childhood he spent playing quitditch. A famous wizard game played on brooms in their air. James was an excellent quitdictch player and no one could deny it. He was good at every position but his best was chaser. He played quitditch a lot with his dad when he was not working. James and his father got along very well and were close as friends.

James inherited jet-black hair from his father but his was messy. His hair seemed like it had mind of its own, the way it stuck at the back and never laid flat. He also inherited bright hazel eyes from his mother, which often glinted with mischief.

Sirius Black's childhood was not as wonderful as James. For one thing he was nothing like the Black family. Although on the outside he did look like a Black. Like nearly every member of the Black family, Sirius was good-looking.

The reason Sirius's childhood was not as good as James was because he grew up most of his life listening to what it meant to be a pureblood or a Black. He never saw anything good or amazing in being a pureblood or Black, so he never had any pride. When he tired to tell his parents this they went berserk. Sirius got himself into listening to his dad about a whole lecture about what it meant about being a pureblood and after purebloods then about Blacks. But that was no way compared to his mother. She completely exploded and trust me your better off with two banshees wailing in your two ears than listening to her.  

Unlike James, Sirius had a brother and in Sirius's parent's opinion there was a no finer pureblood boy. Sirius brother was everything they wanted of Sirius. He was proud like his parents.

The tale of Remus Lupins childhood is very sad one. Remus a small boy with light brown hair grew up in a loving family and once too had a very promising good childhood. All that happiness was spoiled in one night.

It was a cool breezy night that night. The wind blew gently in Remus face as he walked through the dark forest. The leaves rustled every now and then. The bright full moon could be seen clearly in the dark sky.

Often, Remus walked through this forest. The reason was because at the other side of the forest was a huge hill, which he loved to sit at the top. There at the top he would sometimes read a book or get out his magical binoculars and watch the muggle city that lay before him at the other side of the hill.

Although that night everything did not go to according to plan. He was walking, wind blowing in his face when he stopped dead in his tracks. He heard it, a wolf howling into the silent night. But it couldn't be he told himself, there was never known one to be here but he heard it again.

Remus already in the heart of the forest began sprinting back to his house. His heart was beating furiously while he tripped and scratched himself along the way.

On that night, Mr Lupin was reading the wizard newspaper; the daily prophet. He was sitting by the window, when suddenly he heard it.

Mrs Lupin came dashing into the living room.

'Where Remus' she shrieked looking for him. 'Where is he? He hasn't gone to that hill has he again? No, no, no, no'

Mr Lupin didn't say anything to his wife but whipped out his wand and ran out of the house into the forest.

The wind was blowing fiercely now. Remus felt like a hunted fox, thinking only of getting away. On and on he'd gone, following the faint track that he could hardly see. When at last his breath and legs had given out, he went to earth beneath a holly tree, and laid panting and shaking. He listened to hear any signs of the wolf, but it was noisy with the wind screaming in the branches above his head and everything creaking and rustling.

The wind was now wailing and Remus thought for a minute it was calling his name. Remus began to cry hoping someone would save him, but no one came. And so he stayed crouching on the wet, prickly leaves until a fresh growl came. Remus stopped sobbing instantly, he leapt to his feet, with beyond terror now, and the nightmare had begun.

The beast came crawling out from the darkness. It was a huge one, with gleaming red eyes but skinny that you could count its ribs if it gave you the chance.

Remus turned to run and had only gone a few steps when the wolf leapt on to him and sunk his fangs into his neck.

Mr Lupin ran as he has never run before. Screaming out his son's name, hoping he would get to him before that monster did.

The sky above him was sprinkled with pale stars and the moon gleaming. He was beginning to slow down but suddenly the night was pierced with the screaming of his son's voice. His pace quickened following the screams. Blasting some bushes out of the way with his wand, a scene met his eyes.

A fully grown wolf had his fangs into his son's neck and Mr Lupin, shouting a well chosen curse killed the wolf. He quickly ran towards his son but too late the damage was done.

That night changed the Lupin family and they couldn't deny what Remus now was a werewolf.

Peter turned out to be exactly what a Pettigrew was. Short, fat and dim. He had a typical childhood living in a small cottage, with his mother, father and grandmother. Although he never showed any signs of magic the family were getting afraid if their little Peter will become a squib and not be accepted at Hogwarts. 

Authors Note: Sorry for the delay. Hope u like my new chapter. I couldn't think of much to right for Pete. Any comments or suggestions tell me. And don't forget to review people.