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Chapter 1: Destination Anywhere
Hogsmead 1977
Sirius sighed as he leant against the side of the bookstore, waiting for Remus to purchase his much anticipated book. The black haired Marauder was glad his friend could finally afford to buy said book after numerous attempts by Sirius and James to offer him a loan were quietly put aside, pride preventing the werewolf from accepting his friends' proposal. James and Peter had abandoned the pair and were currently stocking up on sweets from Honeydukes across the busy street filled with weekend shoppers and students gearing up for the summer ahead.
Dressed in black jeans and a blue corduroy jacket to fight of the chilly spring breeze, Sirius' wispy black hair fell in layers over his shoulders and moved slightly in the wind. To a stranger, the sixth year-soon-to-be-seventh, looked relaxed and content against the dusty side of the building, possibly growing up on the 'other side' of the block. However, if one looked close enough, delved into the position of the shoulders, the slight tilt of the head and set of his jaw, they would see the aristocrat within.
Sirius grinned and winked at some fifth year Hufflepuffs girls, who giggled and averted their eyes as they passed. He continued watching, waiting for the glance back and chuckled as the blonde turned her head and caught his gaze as they rounded the corner.
"You're incorrigible, Padfoot." Remus said, stepping out of the bookshop, bag in hand and wry grin on his face.
Sirius flashed his friend a cocky smile. "It's not my fault they like to look."
"No," Remus agreed as they started across the street to meet James and Peter outside Honeydukes. "But you don't need to encourage them."
"Ah, Moony, there's no fun in that." Sirius replied, slapping his friend on the shoulder and watching two seventh year girls as they wandered past, relishing in their last Hogsmead visit.
Remus rolled his eyes as they stopped outside the sweet store. He was about an inch taller than Sirius, having surprised his friends at the growth spurt which had struck the slight sixteen year old over the previous summer. Remus was certain Sirius' jaw had hit the platform when he wandered up to them just under a year ago, always the smallest of the four Marauders, the extra inch felt like he had a foot on his friends.
Long and lean, Remus held himself differently to Sirius, he had no aristocratic lines the other tried unsuccessfully to hide, and the torn, scuffed brown coat he wore attested to that.
"There's more to the world than fun." Remus commented, smiling at Lily Evans as she passed. The redhead returned the smile before grimacing slightly at the sight of Sirius.
"Evans." Sirius greeted, nodding and offering her a flirty wink.
"Black." The witch shot back, "Is Potter in there?" She asked, pointing to Honeydukes.
"Interested now?" Sirius asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.
Lily turned to Remus and waited for an answer.
Remus nodded.
"Right then." Lily said turning and heading in the other direction, "Have a good summer boys."
Sirius and Remus watched as she walked up the street.
"She'll come around." Remus commented, glancing up at the store as James and Peter thundered down the stairs.
"I'd love to see that day." Sirius replied, "Alright Prongs?" He asked as James and Peter stepped up to them. "Been hexed by Evans lately?"
James grinned, reaching into his bag and tossing a Honeydukes bar at Remus. "First of all there is no Prongsie that I know of you flea bag, its Prongs. And secondly, things are looking up on the Evans front."
Remus raised an elegant eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Oh, pray tell what you mean by 'looking up'?"
The grin on James' face grew, "Well Moony, my furry friend, Evans said that I, James Harold Potter, had the sensitivity of a flobberworm, which I must say is a major improvement from last week."
Sirius ginned at this, his grey eyes sparkling mischievously, "I must agree with you there, although anything can be an improvement from all the books she threw at you in the common room Monday gone."
"See Padfoot, you hit it right on the head." James replied, slapping his friend on the shoulder fondly.
"No, that would be a number of those books last week," interrupted Peter, the now shortest member of their quartet.
"Wormtail has a point Prongs, with all this progress you'll have Evans…oh by the time you're fifty."
James glared at his friend. "Thanks for the support Sirius."
"No problem mate."
Before James could respond, Sirius and Remus cocked their heads simultaneously.
James and Peter exchanged a look, and waited. Perhaps the canines had heard a rabbit in the bush, or a bird taking flight.
"Moony?" Peter asked, "What is it?"
"You can't here that?" Sirius asked back, wincing and shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of a flea.
James frowned and drew his wand, looking around for any signs of danger.
"Shit." Sirius swore, blinking as a bright white light filled the sky.
"Sirius?" James called, crouching low to the ground. "I can't see anything!"
"Ooff."
"Sirius!" Remus shouted as the light died. Around them wizards and witches had their wands drawn, unsure of what was happening as colour returned to the world around them.
James, Remus and Peter all straightened and turned to find Sirius on the ground, an unfamiliar witch in his arms.
"Sirius?" James asked, "You okay?"
"Now, I know girls are falling for me everywhere, but it's never actually been literally."
Remus sighed, crouching down beside his friend. "He's fine, and idiot, but not hurt." He muttered, reaching out and moving the curls from the witches face.
Her eyes were closed and her skin pale. Sirius felt moisture soaking through her robes and shifted slightly to reveal his hand, red and sticky with blood.
"We need to get her to Hogwarts." He said, as the others stared in horror at the blood on their friends hand.
"What happened?" Peter asked as Remus and James helped Sirius stand. "Where'd she come from?"
He shifted the witch in his arms to a more comfortable position and began walking back to the school. "I don't know," Sirius answered. "But I'm sure Dumbledore will, come on lets get back to the castle."
As they started walking up the well trodden path, Sirius felt the witch jolt and he lost his grip as she spun and was out of his arms and on her feet in an instant, his wand in her hand and pointed at all four Marauders.
"Where's Harry?" She asked, her eyes darting around as she swayed on her feet, blinking and trying to focus on the figures in front of her.
"We don't know who Harry is," James answered, holding his hands up to calm her down. Beside him Remus was surreptitiously reaching into his pocket for his wand while Peter mimicked James. "You're hurt, we need to get you to the hospital wing."
"Hospital wing?" She asked, bringing a hand up to the cut on her hairline and wincing. "Where's Ron and Harry?"
"We don't know." Sirius repeated, stepping up to her.
"NO!" she yelled, wand training on Sirius, making him stop and raise his palms up for her to see. "Who are you?"
"My name is Sirius," he started, pointing to himself then to the others in turn. "These are my friends, James, Remus and Peter."
The witch froze, her eyes narrowing as she tried to focus on the faces in front of her. Blinking she shook her head, curls flying around her face.
"No," She whispered, her grip on her wand slackening as she found the world spinning around her.
Sirius leapt forward and caught her before she hit the ground in a dead faint.
