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Secrets

James slumped down in his seat, his messy black hair matted from sleep. He warily opened his bleary eyes, almost afraid of what he might find. With a resigned sigh, he squinted his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

He was obviously crammed in a small compartment on the Hogwarts Express; his best mate's sprawled across it. That was nothing new. They had been making the passage to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry for the past seven years. As they slumbered, their last passage to school had been slipping away. A small part of James felt remorse, but the rest of him was anticipating the year to come.

It would be the Marauders last year at school, and they had planned to completely wreck havoc. Plans of flooded corridors, expeditions to the forest and fanged Frisbees had filled their conversations.

James was obviously looking forward to Quidditch practice; a certain letter had proclaimed him the caption of the Gryffindor team. He played chaser on the team, and was completely devoted to the sport.

The same letter had bared tidings that James hadn't anticipated at all. It had proclaimed him the head boy. A shiny heads badge was currently rolled up in a rather bulky pair of socks. He hadn't been sure how to break the news to his friends. Head boy went against his very nature in a way.

Of course he had been bursting with pride when he had shown his parents, but he had a nagging thought in the back of his head that Remus should have gotten it. Remus was the prefect, the studious one. They had all expected Remus to be the one to sport the shiny badge.

Yet, his parents had looked so proud. James was finally living up to their expectations.

Sirius already knew. He had finally fled the hell-hole that he had called his family. Not that they cared.

Sirius tarnished the family name. He was a stanch Gryffindor, while his parents were Slytherin through and through. They discreetly supported the uprising of a wizard called Voldemort, who had been causing a lot of troubles, and they scorned their light-hearted kin.

Sirius had taken refuge with the Potters, who had welcomed him with open arms. Ms. Potter had fussed over him almost as much as she had fussed over her own son. Sirius had taken well to the Potters loving attention.

When James had found out about being named head boy, he had made Sirius swear to secrecy. While his jovial hearted friend hadn't completely understood James' need for secrecy, he agreed to hold his tongue.

Now, they were all on the train, and James pondered how to tell Remus. Remus wouldn't get mad, but he would sulk, in his own way.

Forcing thoughts of Head Boy-ship out of his head, James switched gears and thought about the trip so far.

Earlier, Sirius, excited to be going back to school, had bought practically the whole food cart, and rapidly consumed his purchases. The nice lady who sold the snacks had voiced her remorse for anyone who had to share a compartment with the sugar-filled teen.

As a result of such, Remus, Peter and James had to suffer though about an hour's worth of "I swear to sugar-high I'm not Merlin," and the usual, "Hello, I am Sirius, and I like... (Insert random word here)!" They smiled weakly, and proceeded to ignore him, despite all his attempts to catch their attention.

When he had finally calmed down, the rest of them had been so exhausted that they had promptly dropped asleep, Sirius not that far from the shores of sleep himself.

Now, awaking from his slumber James saw that Peter had his mousy face squished up against the train window, with a long stream of drool dripping down the side of his face. A soft snore issued from his plump body, reminding James of a rather odd pillow. All together, that image was rather nauseating.

Ignoring the uncomfortable flipping of his stomach, James turned to Remus. Remus was awake and had his pale face buried in book, as usual. Never tearing his eyes away from the page, Remus unconsciously brushed one caramel lock out of his face.

James suppressed a grin, the high and mighty Remus Lupin seemed to have acquired a vain streak after hanging with the Marauders for 6 years. Of course that was only to be expected, but James hadn't really noticed it before.

All together Remus looked much better than he had in the past. The summer must have been good to him, James thought. He had his costmary dark circles under his eyes, but it was more tortured artist than insomniac manic.

Sirius, it seemed had crashed after his sugar-high and was now sprawled on the floor of the compartment, dead to the world. His elegant head was lolling on his shoulders, as he licked his lips.

As a loud snore echoed though out the compartment, Remus looked up, started.

Meeting his friend's hazel eyes, Remus spoke, "Oh, Prongs. I thought you were asleep." He smiled, laugh lines lightening up his fatigued face.

"I was." James mumbled blinking rapidly.

Remus glanced out the window, his fair brow wrinkling. "It looks like we will be at Hogwarts in about an hour and a half. I have a prefects meeting 30 minutes before we arrive. I wonder who the head boy is? I assume Lily Evens got head girl."

James cleared his throat uncomfortably. "You will find out soon enough, eh?"

"Ya." Said Remus vaguely his grey eyes clouded. With a toss of his head, the puzzled expression slipped off, replaced by a grin, "Lets see who can wake Padfoot up first!" He joked.

"Sounds wicked!" James responded.

They crouched on the floor, and proceeded to use all sorts of tickling, poking and the infamous feather dusting charms on their friend. Despite all this, Sirius refused to wake.

After a while, the sun started to set, casting its rosy hue over the land. Drawing himself up onto the set, Remus got a dreamy expression on his face,

"It's so beautiful," He murmured, "I wish I could drift away, and live in the sunset."

They sat, more intimately than ever before, their fingers entwined, but it was not a sexual attraction; it was pure friendship, and wonderment at the world.

As the sun sank into the land, darkness settled into the train. Night was falling; they would arrive at Hogwarts in about an hour. James rested his head on Remus' shoulder, his mind wandering.

Soon, something in James's head clicked. "Oh shit." He yelped, running his hand through his hair in a distracted fashion. Leaping out from his seat, he stumbled out the door of the compartment, disappearing towards the front of the train.

The slamming door had roused Sirius from his slumber, and with a quizzical look toward the door he sat up.

"Um... Moony?" He questioned, glancing toward the door, "what was that?"

"I don't know," responded Remus, "I just don't know."

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