I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, there would have been a lot of differences.

Hello guys, Badger here. Back again with a new chapter and...Jesus, this chapter was a bastard to write. Not because of writers block or anything but because of University getting in the way (Which I've finished my foundation year for, by the way), my laptop breaking again which halted all possible updates and, the files for this chapter getting corrupted THREE TIMES, which may have affected the quality of the chapter as I, no doubt, have forgotten to include things. Honestly, screw this chapter.

I hope all the pain this chapter gave me was worth it. I hope you enjoy and I will see you at the end.

Chapter 2

A Brand New World

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked

Harry had been inside Juvie for nearly 2 weeks now. During that time, James had taken the younger boy under his wing, teaching Harry all kinds of things, from pranks, to even minor thievery and pickpocketing. Harry couldn't help but look up to James, whenever the older boy taught him. James had started calling Harry his Apprentice, making Harry look at him in confusion, which made James mutter something about showing him Star Wars. Currently, James had Harry act as a look out, whilst James balanced a bucket full of water, mud, urine and other disgusting muck, on top of the door to the office that belonged to the "Headmistresses" Office. Harry was slightly nervous about doing so as, from what he's heard from James and other kids in the building, the acting Headmistress was very strict and could be quite cruel in her punishments. James took a moment to stop what he was doing and looked down at Harry, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Of course I'm sure" He says, scoffing at the thought "Why do you ask?"

"Well...you've told me about this woman" Harry fidgeted "If we got into trouble...we..."

"Harry, let me stop you right there" Harry interrupted "Tell me...what are you?"

"A troublemaker" Harry replied

"Exactly" James said "Troublemaker...we cause trouble and mischief on anyone and everyone...including those of authority...One thing you need to understand, my apprentice, is that we cause trouble, because we don't care...we don't care, nor fear, punishment...and they know that...you can't be a troublemaker if you fear punishment...I suggest you crawl out of that fearful mindset, and quickly...now keep quiet for a sec, and keep a look out...can't have anyone spotting us"

Harry nodded, before turning his attention back to the corridors, as James spent the next few moments balancing the bucket and, after making sure it was balanced correctly, and the door was open just wide enough to keep the bucket balanced, without looking suspicious, James grabbed Harry's arm and the two hid around the corner, when they heard footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor. The two peeked around the corner, where they watched the Headmistress appear in the corridor and approach her office door. Harry could practically feel James' excitement radiating from his entire being, as the Headmistress place her hand on the door handle. Immediatley, as soon as she opened the door, the bucket crashed on top of her, covering the woman head to toe, in a mixture of disgusting substances, screaming all kinds of curses. In an instance, James grabbed Harry's arm and the two began running, James laughing the entire time. Harry couldn't help but laugh along with him.

...

An eleven year old Harry Potter was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. Grumbling to himself, unhappy about being woken up, he slowly sat up before groggily calling out, signifying that he was awake.

"Your time is up Mr Potter" The Headmistresses voice rang out from behind the door "A car will be waiting for you, get dressed and collect any possessions you may have and they'll take you home"

Harry grumbled to himself, as he heard the Headmistress' footsteps fade down the corridor. Running a tired hand through his hair, Harry thought about his dream, as he started getting dressed. Harry had grown close with James during his short stint in Juvie. After his first sentence, Harry wasn't the same again. James had changed him for the better. Ever since, Harry regularly found himself being sent back to Juvie, for the thrill. Harry must have served nearly 20 sentences in Juvie, in just a few short years. However, when Harry was sent to Juvie for the third time, James had given him some bad news. James was going to be going to a Boarding School across the country and so, wouldn't be able to see Harry again, for most of the year. Harry was disappointed. Juvie had never been the same since James left. However, James still kept contact with Harry, regularly sending letters, though, Harry felt like James wasn't being entirely truthful in them, when he spoke about his lessons, or the teachers at the school. However, the pranks James mentioned definitely seemed legitimate. What was most curious, however, was that James never left a return address, for Harry to send a letter in response. During those rare moments, when James was able to visit Harry, whether that was inside, or outside Juvie, Harry would ask more about the school and, even then, Harry felt like his friend wasn't being truthful and, still, wouldn't leave an address for Harry to respond to his letters.

Harry felt slightly hurt by this, but chose to drop the matter, knowing James wasn't going to give him an answer. James was very stubborn when he chose to be. Sighing, Harry finished getting dressed and packed up what little possessions he had, in a bag. He didn't dare to try and smuggle out something that belonged to the Detention Centre. Ever since he and James were caught trying to smuggle sweets, stationery and other items out of the building, the staff would always conduct a search on those who had served their time and were to go back home. The rest of the kids had sent them glares for a long time after that. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Harry left his room and made his way to the front desk. Immediatley, one of the staff searched his bag and patted him down before handing him over to the Headmistress, who was talking to a Police Officer, after finding nothing on him.

"Mr Potter" She said, gesturing to the Police Officer "Officer Smith will take you home...Usually I would give a speech to children about how I hope their time here has given them time to think about their behaviour and how I hope they'll change for the better...something tells me my words will be wasted on you...serves me right for having Mr Badger act as your carer here...that boy was a bad influence"

Harry smirked as he was handed over to Officer Smith, who led him to the police car. The day was dull and bleak, with a gentle drizzle. The journey was, thankfully a quiet one, where Officer Smith respected Harry's silence and didn't say a word, occasionally glancing in the rear view mirror, to check on him. Due to the quiet journey, Harry chose to spend his time watching the rain outside the window, his gaze following each individual droplet that pelted the window, running down the glass, as if it was a race. After a few hours, the police car pulled up in front of 4 Privet Drive, where Officer Smith knocked on the front door. Harry heard a grumble and shuffling, coming from inside the building, before the door opened, revealing his Uncle Vernon. His uncle merely glared at him, before pointing to the stairs. No words given, Harry nodded before entering, leaving Vernon to speak with Officer Smith, as he made his way upstairs. After Harry returned from his first sentence in Juvie, there had been a few changes. Changes which Harry figured was out of fear, in case he chose to speak to the authorities. For one, Harry had his own room. The spare bedroom that, for the longest time, was used to house all of Dudley's broken toys electronics and other junk that had been thrown in there years ago, was cleared and became Harry's bedroom. The abuse had also stopped. He was no longer beaten by his uncle, or cousin, he was more or less left alone and he was actually the fed the correct amount of food at meal times.

However, despite all that, Harry still had a bunch of chores forced upon him, whenever he was living under their roof. If he didn't get those chores done on time, or to their standards, he wasn't beaten, but he was yelled at and was given less food then usual. So it seems some things never change. After closing the door to his bedroom, Harry threw his bag, uncaringly across the room, before he fell back against his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Back again.

...

Harry had been back at Privet Drive for only a few days and he was already thinking about getting himself sent back to Juvie. He was that bored. At least in Juvie, there was always something interesting happening. Shaking his head, hearing his Aunt call out his name, scolding him for drifting off into space, Harry started plating up breakfast for himself and his family, when they heard the letter box opened, quickly followed by the sound of letters hitting the carpet.

"Boy, grab the post" Vernon muttered, still unhappy that his nephew was back in their care again

Harry nodded and made his way to the front door, where he saw a small bundle of letters on the welcome mat. Picking them up he looked through the pile, seeing they were for his Uncle. Most likely bills, or letters from his uncles workplace. However, the final letter caught him off guard. Written in crimson ink, in a rather elegant and old fashioned calligraphy was:

Harry James Potter

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

England

Harry stuffed the letter in his pocket curiously and made his way back to the kitchen, where he handed the letters to his uncle, who grunted in irritation when he saw them, as if he knew what they were, pretty much confirming to Harry that they were bills of some kind. Moving away from the table, Harry took out his letter, hoping to read, and began removing the red wax seal. Unfortunately, Dudley had seem him remove the letter from his pocket and had rushed over, snatching the letter from his hands, just as he removed the wax seal.

"Look, Harry's recieved a letter!" He exclaimed, handing the letter over to his parents

"Give it back!" Harry yelled "It was written for me, it's mine!"

"Yours?" Vernon chuckled "Who could possibly be writing to you?"

The three looked at the letter, where their looks immediatley turned to one of fear, as they saw the wax seal.

"No!" Petunia screeched "I hoped it wouldn't come to this...I hoped that he would never find out!"

"Find out what?" Harry asked, causing his relatives to look at him

"Your freakishness!" Vernon growled "Just like your parents, you are a freak...a freak with freakish magic powers"

"Magic...powers?" Harry repeated, wondering if his relatives were pulling his leg

"Oh yes...just like my sister!" Petunia snapped "Oh, our parents were so proud, when she recieved her letter...'Oh, isn't it wonderful, we have a witch in the family'...I was the only one who saw her for what she truly was...A freak...A freak who went to a magical boarding school for freaks like her to learn their freakish magic...where she met that Potter...A handsome and rich young man he may have been, but he was a good for nothing freak like the rest of them!"

"Magic..." Harry repeated, still trying to process everything he was hearing "A...magical school"

"Don't get any ideas boy!" Vernon growled "You will not be going...We have tried everything we possibly could to stop you from learning about your freakish powers...we have done everything to keep this family as normal as we possibly can...you will not be going and that's final!"

"Why not?" Harry asked "Aunt Petunia said it was a boarding school...if I go I won't have to live here for most of the year...we won't have to deal with each other...and you won't have to deal with my 'freakishness' as you call it"

Vernon opened his mouth to respond, only to close it again, as a look of though crossed his face. Harry watched as his uncle seemed to go through as many thoughts and emotions at once, before he began to slowly nod, as he looked off into nothingness.

"There is that" He muttered

"Vernon, you can not possibly be considering this!" Petunia screeched "Allowing him to go, contaminating our normal lives with his freakishness"

"He contaminated our lives when he was left on our doorstep Petunia...even more so ever since he decided to become a...no good troublemaker, sending him there will be a good way of getting him out of our lives, preferably for good" Vernon said, before turning to Harry "However, boy, I am warning you...I don't care what kind of freakishness they teach you there, I don't want to see it being used...if I do, I won't hesitate to make things go back to the way things were...understand?"

"I wouldn't dare...I understand" Harry replied

Vernon gave a slight nod, before handing his nephew the letter. Gently taking the letter, Harry made his way up to his bedroom, where he could hear his aunt ranting and raving about allowing Harry to go. Deciding to ignore the screams, he opened up the letter and read the contents, written in the elegant calligraphy he saw on the envelope.

Dear Mr Harry James Potter

We are proud to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We look forward to your arrival and we equally look forward to watch you grow as your magic develops under our teachings.

Term begins on September 1st.

Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment needed for your First Year, one of the Hogwarts Staff Members will arrive at your current residence on August 1st to take you to Diagon Alley.

Professor McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After reading through the letter, Harry figured he should tell them that one of the staff members will collect him to take him to, wherever 'Diagon Alley' is. No doubt they wouldn't want to be around when that happens.

The more he thought about everything, the more he wondered what to do about James. How would he tell his friend about this, the next time they saw each other. As James doesn't leave an address on his letters to reply, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to let James know where to send future letters. Would James even believe Harry if he said he was a wizard? Harry wasn't too sure. Harry didn't want to keep this a secret from him, so Harry hoped James visited before September 1st, so Harry could tell him. For now, all he could do, was wait for one of Hogwarts' Staff Members to collect him. Harry couldn't wait to see what Hogwarts had to offer.

And what kind of mischief he could get into.

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And done. Please tell me this chapter was worth the pain!

Anyway, during development for this chapter, I quickly decided that, during this story, I want Harry to be the leader, and founder, of a new generation of Marauders so, if you have any ideas for which characters should be a part of the New Marauders, do leave suggestions. I do have one character in mind (Try and guess who), but I do want to hear your suggestions.

Now, during this story, I plan on including a few memories, where I can, of Harry in juvie being taught all kinds of things by James, so we can see a mini origin story sprinkled in the main story that's going on. When these will happen I don't know, I don't want to force them in, so they'll just happen when they happen I guess. Originally, this chapter was going to be longer, ending after Harry's trip to Diagon Alley. However, I felt like that would stretch out the chapter unnecessarily and I felt like the Diagon Alley trip would act better as a standalone chapter, so expect that for chapter 3.

Anyway, that is all for now, I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next time.

Badger Out