Anything that is outside of the Harry Potter original books written by JK Rowling or anything JK Rowling has said in an interview or on her social media accounts will NOT be considered canon for this fic.

We may add OC's to make this as realistic as possible but they shouldn't heavily influence the boys. However, they will be referred to every now and then for plot. While JK hasn't talked much about their parents, we have included them in and portrayed them on how we think they would be like.

We will try to remember trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter that may need trigger warnings, but if we forget please leave a note/ co. We can guarantee there will be NO mentions of rape/sexual assault in this story, but as the years progress much like in the books the awareness of the violence around the boys will become more present as they are living through a war so there is a high chance of there being descriptions of events that happen during war such as: deaths, attacks on innocents, extremists, ect.

Some characters such as Peter, Alice, Frank, Marlene and Andromeda these characters will be created and portrayed by us on how we think they may be like.

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As well as you may have noticed this story is written by more than one person (there's only two of us) as it is a joint project to satisfy our boredom during lockdown. Not only this we wish to see the marauders have their own story or film as this is still something we can only imagine.

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[Intro]

This is probably your not so typical beginning to a story in fact this isn't even my story, these characters all belong to JK Rowling the original author of the fantastic novels of Harry Potter. However, we want to know what happened before the boy who lived, his parents, the pranksters of Hogwarts who got up to mischief. Well this is where their story begins as an eager fan uses their imagination to write a prequel to the most amazing books on the planet (My opinion).

Anyway I probably shouldn't bore you with all that but where does the story begin you may ask well that I can't tell you either I don't even know myself but I think it's best to start in the wizarding world as most of you know what that is, if you don't go read the books then come back (aish muggles). Continuing on back in the day before the boy who lived was born and fought voldemort he who shall not be named there wasn't much fear in the wizarding society it was just full of big egotistical people such as the malfoy family but there was one family who had a son their eldest who changed his ways. In the black family it is seen as an insult to go to the house of gryffindor possibly hufflepuff and ravenclaw as well actually but for their eldest well lets just say he doesn't follow the rules like he used to.

[The beginning] Sirius Black - September 1st 1970

Number 12 Grimmauld Place was known throughout Magical society as the seat of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Balck. A family whose magic and political standing was notoriously as dark as their name.

The Blacks were a family who were proud of their purity and aristocratic traditions, who famously sneered at anyone who they deemed as lower than themselves. They craved power and control over the 'blood-traitors, half-breeds and mudbloods' who they saw as polluting magical Britain, which led to their allegiance to the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

But of course, in every family there is always the black sheep who does not follow in the ways the family set out for them. In the Black family the black sheep was Sirius Orion Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black, older brother to Regulus Black, and the Heir to the Head of House. And Sirius Black is where this story begins.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK GETS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN!" shouted his mother. He had just finished packing his suitcase, at the last minute, of course. He picked up his trunk and headed across the landing and towards the stairs only to see his brother looking glum, his pale cheeks flushed and silver eyes watering with tears. "Reg?" Sirius whispered, "you okay?" he crouched down in front of his brother "I don't want you to go" Regulus whimpered to a shocked Sirius, after a moment of hesitation he gave a small sigh and replied shakily, "Oh Reg. You'll be fine. I know I wont be here to protect you but you'll be coming to Hogwarts soon enough, just two more years yeah?" He glanced towards the stairs, deciding they should most likely head downstairs before they angered their parents further. "I'll always look after you Reg. I promise. Even when you come to Hogwarts, even if we're not in the same house okay? I'm not leaving you. I won't!". Regulus wiped away his tears, comforted by what his brother had said. They both stood up and gave each other a final hug before they descended to where their parents were waiting expectantly.

After their little moment his brother helped him carry his belongings down the stairs only to be met with his irritated mother and father. "Right. Let's be setting off then. Chin up, shoulders back! Now, you best be getting into Slytherin, am I clear? We can't have you mixing with the wrong sorts". "...", "ANSWER YOUR MOTHER BOY!" His father shouted, "Yes Mother, a Black must always be the best, and Slytherrin is the best. Only fitting for a scion of the House of Black" He said with a hint of sarcasm which only agitated his mother further. Eventually they apparated to the platform, but only after another scolding and lecture on the superiority of House of Black and Slytherin.

James Potter - Same day

The House of Potter was just as pure and ancient as the House of Black, despite being excluded from the Sacred 28 due to their sympathetic view towards muggles. However, that was where the similarities between the two Houses ended.

The Potters were a grey family, remaining neutral in the recurring wars between the "light" and ""dark" sides, and the constant disagreements between the sides in the Wizengamot. The dark families referred to them as 'blood-traitors', however the Potters remained a House that was as fair as Hufflepuff yet as courageous and determined as their ancestor, Godric Gryffindor.

The scion of House Potter was James Potter, the sole child of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. James was both the characteristic Potter, and an obvious ancestor of Gryffindor. He was both courageous and determined, yet reckless and more than a little fool-hardy, and a key character in this tale.

It was a lazy summer day at the Potter manor when James received his letter, he was ecstatic and not one day had passed since where he had not mentioned quidditch.

It was now the day he had been anticipating, with his trunk packed and broomstick left in his room he made his way downstairs ready to floo to the station, both his parents at his side and animatedly talking about quidditch and gryffindor, his dream house. "Why is he talking so fast, he's not normally so hyperactive", whispered his father

"Oh come now love, he's just excited, aren't you James?" Euphemia, his mother, said. "Dad…? You were on the best Quidditch team yeah?", "I Wouldn't say it was the best team, that was more your mother's. If she weren't on it, well, her house would have been crushed" replied his dad, "Oh stop flattering me Monty. Anyway do you have everything; wand? Books? Clothes? Uniform?-", "-Yes, Yes, definitely and yes I think" James replied cheekily as he stepped into the floo and flooed to the station. "God forbid he won't annoy or drive his teachers mad yeah Monty?", "I Pray for whoever is his head of house, they're gonna be stuck with him for seven years unless he gets himself suspended or worse expelled!" "Don't you dare jinx it! NOW hurry before he gets himself in trouble!".

They stepped into the floo and were engulfed in green flames before stepping out onto the bustling platform, full of Hogwarts students and their parents saying goodbye as they climbed aboard the train. The two parents looked round the platform and noticed their son talking to another boy with long black hair, who seemed to be hiding from someone or something. The Potters said their goodbyes and watched James climb aboard the train with his new friend, finally watching as the train left the station.