Before the Prophecy: The Life of The Marauders
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Authors Note: Woot! New chapter is now up. Yeah, I've been lazy, enjoying my summer and stuff like that. People who actually happened to read my fic, and enjoyed it, Sorry for the delay. On with the story.
Chapter Two: Off his Rocker?
"Really now, they ought to get more parking spaces in this god forsaken lot," A middle-aged man driving a slate-grey car grumbled. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as if that would allow him to see a spot to park better and started to run a hand through his hair. This only distressed the man more, seeing as he had being losing his red locks since he was in his late thirties. His head was now deprived of the long-gone but certainly not forgotten auburn locks and he grimaced.
The young woman in the back just smiled at her father's frustration and looked out her window, searching for an empty parking space in the masses of occupied ones. Suddenly, between an old Voltzwagon beetle and a burgundy station wagon, she spotted a blank spot. "Ooh!" She said, perking her head up slightly to catch a better glance. "There's a spot dad," The young woman pointed in attempts to get her father's attention.
"Ahh, good eye Lily," Her dad said, pulling his hand down from his head. He quickly turned the car around, causing one of the trunks in the boot to move. It made a loud crashing noise as it made contact with something else in the trunk. Lily winced and tried to remember if there was anything fragile in the trunk. "Sorry about that," Her dad mumbled. Their car squeezed in nicely, with just enough room to open the doors without scratching the other cars.
Lily opened the rear car door and stepped out. Her father exited the vehicle and walked to the boot, pulling out Lily's large trunk and several of her smaller ones. He pretended to wipe away a bead of sweat from his face as he closed the boot door. "Jesus Lily," He said. "How much clothes do you need?"
Lily, who currently stood behind her father, explained her situation. "I am going to be there for nine months dad." She smiled and glanced at her father's attire: a pair of navy blue trousers and an orange and grey tweed jacket. The jacket seemed to be a size too big and the trousers were at least one size too small. "I happened to bring enough clothes so they will match and fit me."
Lily's dad looked down at his clothes and shrugged. "So this wasn't a good pick?" He grabbed a piece of lint from his jacket and glanced at himself once more. "I thought I looked, what's that word you kids use? Groovy?"
Lily tried to sustain her somber face but ended up laughing. "No body has said groovy for /years/ dad. In fact, I don't think anyone at my school even says that word."
"Oh really?" He asked, still unconvinced. "Changing the subject, Your mum and I hope to see you soon Lily. Petunia too," He added the last comment awkwardly. Lily just rolled her eyes. "Stop that. You know Petunia is under a bit of pressure right now with Vernon and the wedding plans. You understand don't you?"
"Sure dad," Lily said unenthusiastic. "Sure,"
"All right," Her dad said, dropping the subject. He stood staring at his youngest daughter for a moment in silence, his hands in his pockets. "I can't believe this is the last time you're going on the train. You sure you don't need any help?"
"No dad," Lily smiled. "I don't need any help. And don't get all mushy like mum. I'll be back real soon." She gave her father a tight hug and departed for the Hogwarts Express. She turned around, giving him a wave and headed off, excited for the new term and what it would bring.
"I still can't believe you got head boy," Sirius said, shoving a large amount of a pumpkin pastry in to his mouth. "O moon, hore dude ew gaut it?"
A fair haired young man seated next to him winced. "That's disgusting Padfoot. Didn't your mu-," He stopped, remembering the past events. Remus, along with Peter, had caught up on the recent dramatic events of the summer.
Sirius glanced at him and swallowed. "Happy?" He teased. "As for my mum, don't worry about it. She didn't teach me any manners. You should thank her for that one. Next to my mum, a hippogriff would seem polite,"
The three other students in the train compartment laughed at Sirius's last comment.
"No, really. I'm serious," Sirius said. He looked over to James who had opened his mouth to say something. "The pun is getting old mate."
James just shrugged his shoulders and returned to his quidditch magazine. He had sprawled his legs out in front of him, causing Peter, who was sitting on the other side of the compartment to move over. "I haven't the slightest idea how the hell I made head boy. Dumbledore most have been off his rocker or something."
"He's got a rocker?" Peter asked with a confused expression on his pudgy face.
The rest laughed, causing Peter to blush at his idiocrancy. "No Wormtail," Remus explained. "At least, not that I am aware of. Sirius should know though, since he has been in their more than any of us,"
"No, actually I have," James said, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance and acting like it was something to be proud of.
"Actually," Sirius piped up, smiling. "I've been in Dumbledore's office 84 times. You've been in 62 times. You confusing it with Mcgonagoll's office. You've been in hers 74 times. I've been in 42 times."
"As I was saying," Remus said loudly but in a frivolous manner. "Prongs is using an expression. It's like saying that it is raining cats and dogs outside. He means that Dumbledore must have been crazy to pick him for head boy."
"Oh," Peter said, glancing out the window, checking the weather. Remus just slapped his head and sighed.
"Yeah well, I guess it's because I'm just so bloody gorgeous," James said.
"You have got to be kidding me," Sirius said, finishing the remains of his unhealthy breakfast. Of course, they knew that James was not entirely serious from hanging around him so often.
James scowled and Remus turned his direction to the other two. "Who's the head girl?"He smiled and wondered if James had figured it out yet.
"Well I reckon it will be Evans, seeing as she hasn't had a bloody detention in her life. If Dumbledore goes the way he has been with decisions, It might be Rita Skeeter."
Sirius made a face of pure disgust. "Uggh..I can't stand that girl. It's like she has this obligation to know everything about everyone." He cleared his throat and said in a high squeaky voice, imitating hers, "Sirius, tell us, how many girls have you dated?" Sirius snorted. "Like I'd know. I didn't tell her and then she goes around telling people I have two wives or something!"
James chuckeld, "I remember that," He smiled fondly at the memory. "Remember how we got her back? We –"
Suddenly, James was interrupted as Remus let off a yelp of surprise. "Oh that's just bloody brilliant," Remus said as he looked at his watch.
"What is it?" James asked curiously.
Remus was about to answer, but then he stopped, a smirk spreading on his thin lips. "You haven't the slightest idea do you?" He asked, twiddling his thumbs. He glanced up at the ceiling with an innocent look on his face and hummed a tune off-key.
"Should I?" James asked him, scratching the top of his head in frustration.
"Well, if you want to be head boy," Remus replied. "Then, yes I suppose you should know."
"Oh that's brilliant," Sirius said in the midst of the conversation. The two looked at him and he muttered. "Well, you know, if you don't remember, you won't have to be head boy." James stared at him and Sirius just huffed. "Well, I thought it was a positive thought. If you want to spend the rest of the year with Miss. Goody-Thinks you're a prat two-shoes, be my guest."
"So," James said loudly, ignoring Sirius's protests. "Are you going to tell me or not?"
"I could," Remus said slyly. "But it will cost you."
James, now intrigued by a challenge, sat up interested. "Do your worst Moony."
"All right," Remus said, not the least bit surprised at James's reaction. One of his faults, James's that is, was his weak will in refusing challenges. "I want your mum next month supply of cakes."
James yelled in outrage. "What! I live for those pies! No bloody way," He turned to the window, rummaging through his brain. "What am I supposed to be doing?" He asked himself, mumnling inaudibly. After a moment of suppressed laughs from Sirius, James huffed, giving in. "Fine, you can have the pies. Now tell me."
"I knew you would see it my way," Remus grinned, his eyes sparkling wildly as he thought about the scrumptious desserts that he could now call his own. "Your meeting with the head girl, started five minutes ago."
James yelped and stood up quickly, knocking Peter over, he ran out of the compartment, mumbling mostly incoherent phrases. One could hear, "No-good furry problem of a friend," and other small statements. On his way, James managed to knock into several small first years. He approached the doors, tired from the escapade. Taking a deep breath, James swung the doors open.
OOH! Cliff Hanger. Hehe. I'm so ebil. R&R please.