4Chaos, Friends, and Hogwarts: the Marauder Tales
Ch 1
Do you Believe in Magic—Lovein' Spoonful
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…
Sirius Black boarded the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He couldn't believe how annoying his mother could get until today; always pressuring him to live up to the family and be the heir. But he didn't care. He didn't care about their stupid rules or their stupid terms for Muggle- borns. He didn't want to be in Slytherin. He wanted to be different.
He searched for an empty compartment. "It's better to be alone than people knowing that you're a Black," was always his motto- much to his parent's displeasure. He passed compartments full of giggly girls and sullen looking boys, but not an empty one in sight.
The last compartment held only one person. A girl.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he forced himself to open the compartment door and walk inside.
"Can I sit here?" he mumbled.
The girl only looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" he muttered, sitting down and looking around.
They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. She might have looked scared- if he could see her face. She was bent over a little journal in her lap scribbling furiously.
"I'm Sirius Black," he said in an attempt to break the ice. The girl raised her head quickly and grinned suddenly. Then, as quickly as it had happened, it was gone and her eyes darted about the compartment, lingering on the door.
The train lurched forward and the sounds of heavy footfalls were heard outside the compartment. The girl quickly grinned again and held her finger to her lips. She then composed her face into an empty, dream-like state, and went back to writing
No sooner had she done so when a boy with untidy black hair came strutting into the compartment. He sat down without asking and glanced haughtily around.
"James Potter," he said to no one in particular
Sirius snorted with laughter and soon the whole compartment was full of the boys' hysterics.
"I'm- Sirius- Black," he said between laughs.
The compartment went dead silent. "Sirius Black?" James asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, but I'm not like my evil and disrespectful family," Sirius said brightly.
James scrutinized him carefully then shrugged. "No," he said indifferently
"Who's she?" James asked nodding his head towards the girl.
Sirius remembered what the girl had done earlier and decided to play along. "Dunno," he murmured, "very mysterious though, isn't she."
"Maybe a tickling charm will make her talk." An evil grin spread across James' face.
At those words, the girls head snapped up.
"I wasn't serious!" said James raising an eyebrow.
But the girl didn't raise her head just for that; there was a boy at the door of the compartment.
He slammed the door open and walked inside.
He had blond hair and a pointed face. He was already in his school robes, and on it was unmistakably a prefect's badge.
"Aha!" Lucius Malfoy said with mock surprise. "I do believe this is the little Mud-blood that caused so much trouble for us on the platform."
The girl just stared at him, but Sirius saw the corner of her mouth twitch as if she was hiding a smile.
"Filthy Brat," Malfoy sneered.
James stood up, his wand raised.
Sirius felt a little uncomfortable around the boy, his cousin was dating him. If she wasn't, Lucius Malfoy would be little more than pulp.
James looked like he was about to use the best hex he had learned when-
"You're funny when you talk." The girl had finally spoken.
"W-what?" Malfoy asked is surprise.
The girl grinned again, "You- are- funny- when- you –talk." She pronounced each word as to make sure he understood them. "Chocolate frog?" she asked randomly pulling a small box from her jeans pocket.
Malfoy swiped the box from her outstretched hand, turned on his heel, and stalked out of the room.
James was still seething, but sat down. They stayed in uncomfortable silence for a while longer.
"Lovegood?" James asked stiffly.
"What's a Lovegood?" she asked.
"Well, the way you were acting, I thought, well…" James muttered, turning slowly from his pale skin tone to bright crimson.
"The Lovegoods are usually known for being eccentric and kind of distant," Sirius finished for him. Looking at her closely, though, she didn't look like a Lovegood. She had shoulder length golden hair with hazel eyes. She wasn't very pretty; her face was pale and moony and her mouth fell naturally in a scowl. She had on blue jean cut-offs with a t-shirt that said "Woodstock- '69". She was thin-almost sickly so- and she looked like she hadn't slept in quite a while.
"I'm Elisabeth Eris. Not Lovegood. Although, I think I ran in to one on the way here," she said thoughtfully. "Does Xenophillious ring a bell?"
James and Sirius grinned broadly. She was definitely someone different.
"So," Sirius smiled, "Liz, Elise, Beth, or Lizzy?"
"Anything except Beth." She was looking distractedly over at the compartment door. "I'll be right back," she said grinning mischievously.
"Where are you going?" James asked as she grabbed her uniform from her trunk.
She looked at him like he was crazy. "We have to change into our uniforms on the way here," she said, "and I'm certainly not changing in front of you two. If anyone asks, I've gone to the restroom."
James shrugged, then turned to Sirius. "So," he said slowly, "what's a Black doing sitting in the same compartment as a Muggle- born?"
Sirius sighed, exasperated. "I told you I'm not like my family! Either you're going to accept that, or you're going to have to sit in a different compartment!"
James shrugged.
Much to their relief, a boy came running into their compartment a few minutes later, gasping for air.
"Sit- here?" he asked, clutching his chest.
"Erm, yeah, sure," James said, obviously confused. The new boy flopped down next to Elisabeth's stuff, and rubbed his eyes, tired.
Sirius snorted. "What were you doing, running away from girls?" He and James chuckled, and, to their amazement, so did the other boy.
"I'm Remus Lupin, and as a matter of fact, yes." Sirius and James roared with laughter.
"Oh, please, do tell!" James managed to say, from fits of laughter, wiping tears from his eyes.
Remus smiled and started his story: "I got here at ten-thirty, and I was so tired, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a compartment full of girls."
Remus smiled again, but was surprised to see that the other two boys were staring at him, as if they didn't believe their ears.
"And you didn't stay…why?" Sirius asked, blinking heavily. "I would've stayed. Loads of girls to impress, and so little time. I could've gotten a head start!" He made an extremely silly pose, which earned him another fit of laughter from James, and a broad smile from Remus.
"I'm Sirius Black, by the way," he said, holding out his hand. Remus took it cautiously, but gratefully.
"James Potter." James, too, held out his hand.
"Oh, I know you!" Remus gasped excitedly. "Your dad is an auror, just like mine! Remember, they worked together on that one case with that old bat turning everyone into teacups and stuff?"
"Aw, yeah!" James grinned. "And how Henry Jacobs got turned into a kettle and had to be transfigured into himself again?"
"Oh, that was funny, that was," Remus laughed, James joined in.
"Somehow, I seem to be missing something…" Sirius muttered sarcastically
"So…why are you hanging out with…well, a Black?" Remus asked a bit warily, afraid he might cause Sirius to get mad at him. "Aren't you- Aren't you a 'blood traitor'?"
James shrugged. "Chance, I guess. Besides, he's not like his family- I think."
"I'm insulted you even suggest I'm like my family," Sirius replied a bit disgustedly, "although I do like the change in your attitude since ten minutes ago."
"Erm, sorry...?" Remus muttered, turning slightly red, but looking quite confused at the same time. Then he noticed Elisabeth's things next to him. "Who's sitting here?" he asked, staring between the both of them, wondering who had the audacity to bring a flowered notebook.
"Oh," James said, looking at her stuff, then out the compartment. "Elisabeth Something-or-other and she went to go change into her uniform. She should be done by now, shouldn't she?" He looked rather seriously at Sirius, who just shrugged.
"You know women. They have to do their make-up and stuff, and have to look all pretty, like they just walked out of a movie…" Sirius went on and on about how silly women could be sometimes, but the others were only half listening.
They were too busy either, in James' case, wondering if the Chudly Canons would ever win a game that season; or, in the case of the usually quiet Remus Lupin, wondering if he should ever tell his possible friends his deepest, darkest, secret that had nothing to do with the girl he kissed at a school dance the previous year.
"-and that's why women can be so annoying in the case of - oh, hello." The food trolley lady had opened the compartment door just as Sirius had almost finished his long lecture. The young woman glared at him, but still asked if they wanted any sweets.
"You think she wants anything?" asked James, talking about Elisabeth. "If she's sill alive I mean," he added hastily.
"I'll be in the front if she needs me, dear." The trolley lady each handed them the sweets they had paid for, and headed back down the hall.
James closed the compartment door, and was turning around to go back to his seat, when he stopped. "Wait a minute," he said, pivoting on the spot and going back to the compartment door, yanking it open again. "She just called me 'dear.'"
He stuck his head out of the compartment, and stared at the young woman pushing the cart. The other two followed suit.
"How old do you think she is?" Sirius asked, though obviously distracted by the beauty walking away from them.
"Just out of Hogwarts is what I'm guessing," Remus replied, not impressed. Rolling his eyes, he sat back down, but Sirius and James continued to stare after her.
She was, as Remus had said, a very young woman, probably eighteen or nineteen, and she had long, bleached blonde hair, pulled back into a high ponytail. But what James and Sirius were most interested in, was her pink and white striped miniskirt, and the way her hips moved when she walked.
When they finally had had enough, they walked back into the compartment and sat down, still looking a bit dazed.
"You look like you've just seen a veela," Remus pointed out, glancing up from the rather large text book he was reading.
"Maybe we have and maybe we haven't," Sirius murmured in a dream- like state.
Elisabeth walked in unnoticed by any of them until she started talking; then, Remus was the only one who actually acknowledged her existence.
"You guys will never believe what happened to-" she looked at James and Sirius, staring off into space. "Helloooo? Can anybody hear me?" She waved her hand in front of their faces, but their expression still didn't change. Finally, she turned her attention to Remus. "What's up with them?"
"Trolley Lady," he said simply, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, yes," Elisabeth muttered. "Well I guess she was a bit pretty…" She seemed to be annoyed with the prospect of that, but asked, "Can I borrow that book?"
Remus shut the book quickly, and held on to it as if he would die if he let go. "But I just got it," he moaned.
"I'll give it right back," Elisabeth said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed on to two of the corners, attempting to shake his grip off.
"But it's brand new and I don't even know what you're gonna do with it!" Remus continued childishly, still hanging on.
"Give- me- the- effing- book-…Steve!" Elisabeth yelled, tugging at the book with each word. She didn't know his real name, so she made one up on the spot. This surprised Remus so much, he let go of the book, causing Elisabeth to go flying back, and hitting both James and Sirius in the head with one painful swoop with the book.
"Owwww!" Sirius whined, rubbing his head where the book had hit him, while Elisabeth grinned broadly.
"We make a very good team, Steve," she said, handing his book back, although it had a big dent in the corner that wasn't there before.
"Since when'd you change your name?" James asked, also rubbing the place on his head the book hit him.
"I didn't change my name!" he cried, close to laughing. "She just waltzes in here and starts calling me Steve! I'm Remus Lupin, not Steve!" He was laughing, but Elisabeth shrugged.
"You look more like a Steve. I'm Elisabeth Eris, but you can call me Elise or Liz."
"Hang on," Sirius said, looking at her a bit inquisitively, "a few minutes ago, you told us that we could call you anything but Beth!"
"Changed my mind; Elise or Liz. Just one, not both."
"You look more like a Stan," Remus told her, flipping a page in his now demented text book nonchalantly.
"Ooh! Ooh! I call Tim!" James yelled excitedly, waving his hand in the air. "And Sirius could be Tom! That way it would be Tim, Tom, Steve, and Stan!"
Sirius was laughing his head off. "I'm Tom? You've gotta be kidding!"
"So Liz-" James started.
"You mean Stan," Remus cut in.
"Ah, yes. Thank you Steve."
"No problem, Tim."
"Yes, so Stan, what did you want to tell us?" James finally asked.
"Oh, that." Liz grinned again. "After getting dressed," she motioned to her uniform that she now had on, "I followed that boy, he gave the chocolate frog to his girl friend, and she ate it!" She was in a fit of hysterics, before she found out that the others weren't laughing. "It…turned her hair purple!" she cried, holding her stomach, she was laughing so hard.
Remus and James joined in, but Sirius turned visibly pale.
"You didn't want to do that," he said warningly, looking straight at Liz. "She will make your life a living Hell. Believe me, she's my cousin."
Liz's face fell a bit, but she kept smiling. "I can handle her, I'm sure."
Sirius shook his head slowly, but didn't say anything more on the subject. He didn't want to push it with people who were actually being nice to him.
"So what house do you all want to be in?" Remus struck up a conversation that, he was quite sure, many first years were probably worried about, including himself (but he wouldn't tell anyone about that).
James sat up and pretended he was holding something that could have been a snow cone, or a sword. The others assumed it was a sword, and listened to him say: "I will be in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart!" rather grandly, before sitting back in his usual slouch and adding, "plus that's where the rest of my family went, so I might as well hope for that as well."
"I think we all hope for the same, I mean, at least we know each other, we might as well hope to be in the same house," Liz said logically.
"You'll have to tell me how that works out for you." Sirius was staring out the window a bit angrily.
"Um…why? You could be in the same house with us; no one really knows their house until their sorted," Liz argued.
"You know a lot about the wizarding world for a Muggle-borns, er…Stan." Sirius went into lecture mode, turning away from the window, which now matched his mood- rain ran down the window in ribbons. "But you don't know enough to know that my family is a line of some of the darkest wizards known to the world. Every single person in my family has been in Slytherin, and I'm to assume that I'll be no different."
Liz looked unimpressed by his sudden soberness. "To assume makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'," she told him. "Besides, you might just be the first in your line."
Sirius grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "not likely" and turned back to the window, brooding. Liz sighed, obviously annoyed, crossed her arms, and looked around the room, keeping her eyes away from Sirius.
The compartment stayed in silence. Remus looked very confused, until James mouthed "mood swings", and Remus nodded in sudden understanding.
"Your name is Sirius?" Liz asked suddenly, snickering and raising a mischievous eyebrow.
"Yes…?" Sirius eyed her cautiously.
"Sirius is the brightest star in the night's sky. Sirius is in the southeastern sky rising at about 5 am at mid-August. Sirius was also one of the first 'calendar' stars. When Sirius rose just before the sun - as it does in August - the early Egyptians knew that it was the time of the year for the Nile River to overflow its banks. So do you really get up at five every morning in August?"
"Sure. You know me, early riser," Sirius said sarcastically, but he started smiling in spite of himself. "And the ancient Egyptians were practically my best friends. Plus, there have been so many people named Sirius in my family, it's hard to keep track. It's just a family name."
"Do you have a brother or sister?" Remus asked, glad the tension had been broken.
Sirius groaned. "Don't remind me. Regulus-my brother- is a son of a-…well…you know. He's caught up in my parents' pureblood mania and whatnot."
"I don't have any brothers of sisters. Or cousins, or aunts, or uncles, or grandparents…" James rattled off the list of relatives he didn't have.
"Loads, and loads, and loads of cousins," Liz said, smiling slightly. "But I don't have any brothers or sisters."
"How is it," Remus said with vehement feeling, "that we are all only children, with the exception of Sirius?"
"I dunno, mate. I guess we're all lucky, eh?" James laughed. The compartment had fallen into silence again, but this time, it wasn't awkward, it was rather comfortable.
Remus started reading his book again, Sirius stared out the window a bit wistfully, even James, though he'd rather be talking about quidditch, took out the day's "Prophet" and began to read about some events, but eventually moved on to do the crossword. Liz just propped up her feet on the bench opposite her, slouched to a more comfortable position, and caught up on some long needed sleep.
In what seemed like no time at all, James was prodding Liz awake saying things like "Good morning Sleeping Beauty" and "Early bird gets the worm" and such.
The three boys were dressed in their uniforms, which consisted of a button-up shirt; a gray sweater-vest, which had enchanted trim to match the house they were in once they were sorted; a tie, which, like the vest, was enchanted to take on the colors of their house; khaki pants; and a black cloak with the Hogwarts shield on it. The girls' uniform was the same except for the skirt, which could be either be mini, midi, or maxi, depending on the weather.
It was now dark outside, and the lamps in the compartment were already giving out orange light.
"What time 'sit?" Liz asked, stretching and yawning.
Remus checked his watch. "Eight- thirty, but I could be wrong. There might be a time change, I'm not sure."
"Where d'you live?"
"North-East of London, why?"
"There's a one hour time change. It's really seven- thirty. You need to change your watch." She yawned again and stood up; realizing suddenly that the train had stopped moving.
"We're here?" she asked, staring at all three of them incredulously.
"Are you always this blunt when you first wake up?" Sirius asked her, annoyed.
"No, I'm worse in the mornings." She threw the quip right back at him.
"Let's go already; I'm star-har-har-har-har-ved!" James whined, standing up and attempting to drag Remus out of his seat by the arm.
The four left their compartment, leaving their things as they were told, and heading out into the chilly evening.
"Firs' years over 'ere! Firs' years over 'ere!" They followed the sound of a voice, until they were standing in front of, what looked like, two tree trunks.
"What's going on?"
"I was sure it came from over here!"
"Where have you led us to? We're probably lost!"
"It was over here, I'm positive!"
"I heard it too!"
The four argued amongst themselves, trying to figure out who led who where, and who had gotten them lost, and who was crazy enough to think that the two tree trunks they were standing in front of had talked. Until the tree trunks moved.
"Yer in the right place. Don't ya werry yer little heads 'bout it." There was a giant standing in front of them. Telling them not to worry their "little heads".
"G-g-g-g-giant!" James hissed frantically, shaking in fear.
"And you must be a Potter." The giant pointed a big finger at James. "Look just like yer mum, ya do, too." Although it was dark, the others could tell that he was blushing a deep red, while they snickered quietly. "'Cept fer the hair. Ya got yer dad's hair." The terrifying giant went back to calling the first years over.
"You better be in Slytherin," the boy in front of them said rather loudly to the girl standing next to them. And of course, James and Sirius just had to step in.
"Who'd want to be in Slytherin-I mean- who'd want to be scum like that?" Sirius demanded just as loudly. The other first years stopped to listen to the confrontation, but Remus just shook his head in disbelief and covered his face in his hands.
Liz patted him on the back lightly. "Oh, they're gonna get in so much trouble," Remus moaned, his words muffled by his fingers. Liz just rolled her eyes.
The boy, who was obviously hoping to be in Slytherin, turned slowly to face Sirius and James; the girl standing next to him did, too.
The boy had chin-length, greasy black hair, a rather large hooked nose, and a posture that imposed an over sized bat.
The girl, however, was very pretty, with long red hair, and startlingly green eyes. James' mouth hung open stupidly.
The boy looked just about ready to pound Sirius to the ground, but the girl just put a gentle hand on his shoulder, said "let it go, Severus," softly, and glared at Sirius and James, whose mouth was still open slightly.
"Yeah, see ya later, Snivellous!" Sirius jeered, as they weaved their way through the crowd of first years.
"Erm…" The giant looked rather uncomfortable, trying to get everyone's attention after the soon to be exaggerated fight. "I'll, jus'- I'll jus' bring ya ta the boats. Jus' four ta a boat, mind yeh."
He led the large crowd to a huge lake, several boats lining the shore.
"Um, make that five ta a boat. We don' have enough."
James, Sirius, Remus, Liz, and another girl by the name of Brenda, squeezed into a boat, their knees up to their ears, and struggling to balance out the weight.
They were all sure that the boat ride was supposed to be relaxing and enjoyable, plus a great way to first see the castle, but most of the students were too focused on keeping their boat from capsizing, which two other boats had done already. When the boats hit the shore with a seemingly gentle bump, every single boat threw its contents out of it, and into the murky water, soaking everyone.
"Never- again-" Brenda struggled to stand up, seaweed clinging to her wrists and ankles.
When all of the students had gotten out of the lake, they could finally focus their attention on the majestic castle standing before them. Completely awed, and oblivious to the fact that they were soaking wet, they entered the castle, stepping into a grand entrance hall where a short little man was waiting for them.
"Good God, Rubeus!" he squeaked, when he saw the state of the first years. "What happened?"
"We need ta talk ta Professor Dumbledore 'bout getting better dispositioned boats." The little man nodded and, with a rather fake smile, stepped up to greet them.
"I am Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher here, and I wish to warmly welcome you to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! We would normally have you wait for a few minutes until we are ready, but since you took such a long time getting here, " he shot a meaningful glance at the giant, "we are already ready for you. So if you could arrange yourselves in a single file line, we will walk in an orderly fashion into the Great Hall."
The group managed to arrange themselves into an undecipherable blob, and Professor Flitwick muttered something sounding extremely like "and I thought I had it tough in the '60's", but they all proceeded into the dining area, pushing and shoving, and yelling at each other to move faster.
Once the students had all squeezed through, a magnificent sight lay before them. Ignoring the whispers and the snickers of the older students, and trying not to care too much whether their sopping wet clothes stuck to their skin, or if their shoes sloshed when they walked, they headed almost all the way across the hall, stopping in front of a small stool and a peculiar looking hat.
Although it was patched and very worn, all of the older students and teachers had their gaze locked upon it, as if waiting for something.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat than me.
The hat sang about all of the different houses the students could be sorted into, but for James, Sirius, Remus, and Liz, the hat could have done a tap dance for all they knew, as they weren't paying a bit of attention. James and Sirius had started a poking contest, which had become a full scale war in just a matter of minutes. Remus had reluctantly joined (purely out of self defense) and Liz was egging them on.
"Black, Sirius!"
Sirius didn't even hear Professor Flitwick calling his mane.
"Sirius Black! Is there a Sirius Black amongst you?!" Flitwick yelled, holding a list of names in one hand and the sorting hat in another.
"Oh, yeah! Right here, Professor!" James poked Sirius one last time in the back as he strutted up to the stool, sat down, and stuffed the hat onto his head. The hat took quite a while to determine which house to sort Sirius.
"What's taking it so long?" Liz hissed over to James who shrugged his shoulders.
Remus took this opportunity to put his two-cents in. "Remember what he said, his whole family has been in Slytherin; but he doesn't seem like a Slytherin."
"Yeah, yeah," James said dismissively. "Let's just hope he's sorted soon, I'm starved!" His stomach growled as he said this, as if to prove his point.
Sirius sat on the stool for only a little while longer, before the hat shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!"
Silence. Absolute silence. No clapping, no cheering, nothing but stunned silence. Sirius smiled a little sheepishly after taking off the sorting hat, before sitting down alone at the end of the Gryffindor table.
The rest of the sorting was rather uneventful, but James, Remus, and Liz all managed to get into Gryffindor.
"What the hell happened to you?" James hissed in Sirius' ear, as Edward Zabini got sorted into Slytherin.
"I don't wanna talk about it right now, maybe later." Sirius turned to face the front of the hall, where the new headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had stood up to make a, hopefully short, start-of-term speech.
"For the first years, welcome, and for the rest, welcome back!" He smiled cheerily. He was a thin, tall man, with long, white beard and hair. Half-moon spectacles were perched on the end of his nose, with amazingly blue eyes over looking the students below him.
"I am Professor Dumbledore, and I would wish to welcome you to another exciting year! I would like to draw your attention for a few minutes however, to some, shall we say, guidelines for this year.
First off, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason. Please don't make myself, or any of the other teachers remind you. Also, we have had a new tree planted, the Whomping Willow, so might I offer some advice: stay away from it.
Second, there is to be no magic in the halls, along with list of things that will not be tolerated. If you wish to view this list, you may go to Mr. Monroe's office.
Last, and possibly most importantly, I am sure you're all aware of the events that have been happening lately, and I'd like to assure you that the staff and I have taken every precaution to ensure that your stay will be both safe and enjoyable. But I would ask you not to be wandering the halls after hours, or to be wandering the grounds after hours either.
With that being said, let us all enjoy our wonderful feast!"
With a clap of his hands, the once empty tables magically lined with food.
"Hey, James," Liz asked, looking a bit worried, "what was Professor Dumbledore talking about when he said 'I am sure you're all aware of the events that have been happening lately,'?"
"There's a person killing and torturing Muggles and Muggle-borns. They think it's the same person, but they don't know who it is yet."
Liz shuddered. "That's horrible, can't they stop them?"
"They're trying to," Remus said, "but, as James said, they don't even know who it is yet, so they can't do much about it."
They were silent for a while, Liz taking in all of what they had told her.
"Um, excuse me?" The boy Sirius was sitting next to looked around at all of their faces cautiously, before speaking again, "My father is on the Board of Trustees here, and he told me that there was a werewolf coming into first year this year!" He seemed very excited about this, but Remus dropped his fork in surprise.
"Really?" James asked, doubtfully.
"Yes! They've had to set up a lot of protection so the students wouldn't get hurt!"
"I'll bet it's all BS, but thanks for the tip. I'm James Potter by the way, and to your right is Sirius Black, to my right is Remus Lupin, and to my left is Liz Eris."
"I'm Peter Pettigrew; we'll probably be dorming together."
"Welcome to the team, Peter!"
And thus, the Marauders were born.
Author's note: I'm very excited to finally have this posted! I've had this floating around in my head for about three to four years. This is not completely edited yet, as I'm working on having someone do that for me, so I may repost this…if I ever figure out how. Also, the chapter names are names of songs that were popular in the 70's and, as you could hopefully tell, I did loads of research for this story that will probably become more prominent in the next chapter. Speaking of the next chapter, it may be up in a week or so, but I'm only half way through writing it and I still have to do lots of editing! Tell me what you think!