Bwahahahahaha! My first Harry Potter fic! Beware! Beware!
I don't own Harry Potter.
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A young boy stood trembling before the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. His pale skin and sandy blond hair seemed to glow in the dim lighting. His small watery eyes blinked every few seconds. Nervously he recalled the directions his mother had given him. The train to his new school lay just beyond the barrier. Most people would have been nervous about how to get onto the train, but the boy was used to these sorts of things. Instead, he was terrified of meeting his new classmates. He gripped his trunk tightly and wondered if he'd be able to make any friends.
"James Potter! Stop running! You're going to hit someone!" a woman's voice shouted.
When the blond boy heard this, he nervously and curiously turned around and saw a boy with messy black hair and glasses running straight at him. Both boys' eyes widened and the black-haired one gave a futile attempt to stop. In a matter of seconds the two collided, and the blond, still holding onto his trunk, was thrown back through the barrier and onto Platform 9 ¾.
The boy landed on his rear and his trunk landed by him. Thankfully, it didn't open and spill its contents all over the floor. He was still a bit dazed as he got up. Looking around he saw he was on a bustling platform and that a scarlet train labeled as "Hogwarts Express" was waiting to be boarded. He decided that he should probably get on the train, so he carefully made his way through the crowd towards it. He had a bit of difficulty lifting his trunk, but finally succeeded in getting everything onboard, and eventually found an empty compartment.
He sat down with nothing to do. He had gotten on the train somewhat early, so he had some time to waste. Sighing, he let his mind drift to his new school. Thoughts like 'What if I don't fit in?' and 'What if I can't make any friends?' ran through his mind, taunting him. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing in an attempt to calm himself.
Suddenly the door to the compartment opened and a shaggy, tired looking boy stepped in. Nervously he asked, "Is there any room in here?" The blond answered with a shaky nod and the newcomer sat down opposite him. Silence reigned over both of them for several minutes until the train started to move. Then the newcomer hesitantly stuck out his hand. "I'm Remus Lupin. This is my first year at Hogwarts."
The other boy blinked. "I'm Peter Pettigrew," he said, reaching his hand out to meet Remus', "This is my first year, too." The moment their hands met, a huge weight was lifted off his chest. He had made his first friend.
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Okay. Now for a little explanation of this story. About two years ago I was struck by the realization of how unrealistic the 'Marauders at Hogwarts' stories were. In almost every fic like that which I've read Sirius and James are friends from the very beginning. However, Sirius and James probably wouldn't have gotten along in the beginning. I've read stories where they said that Sirius had been defying his family's values and befriended James before they were at Hogwarts. That is so unlikely it's not even funny.
Also, I realized how the great majority of them characterized Peter. He was always some sniveling, idiotic coward who was so extremely different from the other three. I can understand him not being good in school, but he's got to have some sort of intelligence. I also imagine him as being really different from James and Sirius, but actually a lot like Remus. And as for his cowardice, The Sorting Hat put him in Gryffindor. He should have some sort of great courage.
Anyway, I decided to write this fic to tell how I think Peter school years were. Any comment or criticism is greatly appreciated.