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Fandom: Harry Potter
Era: Marauders
Summary: The untold story before the rise of Voldemort- the lives of James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus since they entered Hogwarts. A collab project between me (G- writing Remus) and two friends (S- writing Peter and James, and L- writing Sirius).
Notes: The part with Lily and Severus was from the book- Deathly Hallows.
Had both S and L over writing this, and we've all had some... interesting HP experiences that day, so it was amusing, to say the least.
Writing the dialogue that was in the book was really fun (the part with Severus and Lily. As was interpreting James and Sirius' reactions to it. Of course neither of them revealed their surnames yet, because otherwise there would be no chance of them talking to each other. There was even some tension between them because of their families' houses.
Writing Remus' thoughts... made L mark me as emo for life. But it's fun.
I was originally going to have Remus think about the scar on his forehead, but then it reminded me of a certain someone, so I settled for cheek =_____=
The flying suitcase reminded us all of something that happened earlier that day, so it took us a while to actually write it instead of just laughing.
Blood status... well, just think about where Sirius has grown up.
"Yeah. Right. Human." Do I even need to comment on that one? Poor Remus...
Money problems arise. Of course. And so do the chocolate frogs and the every-flavor beans ;P
Status: WIP
James- September 1971
“GOODBYE MOM!” I said for the thirtieth time and got on the train. My parents still waved at me, but I already ignored them. I tried to be as nonchalant as I could as I walked into the train’s hall. I felt my heart jumping every step I made. I think the nonchalant thing did not work very well.
Suddenly I heard some loud noises from my left side. As I looked toward the noise I was filled with revulsion. Slytherins… my family warned me to stay away from those people. How all the bad people came from there. And as they were described, they looked repulsive, with their long pale faces and creepy smirks. I quickly turned my head away from their compartment’s door while trying to erase the disgusting picture from my head. I stared at the old decor on the carpeting of the floor. Then I remembered my conversation with dad- ‘remember to always raise your head! You have to show confidence and respect! Remember you represent the Potter pride!’ So I raised my head as high as I could. Uncle Jo told me the best part in Hogwarts is the roommates. I wondered who mine will be.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a boy with a long black hair who ran into me. It was SO disrespectful! Can’t he see I’m a Potter!? As opposed from me, he seemed very amused from the situation. He started laughing freely while I felt my face getting redder.
“What’s so funny?!” I asked angrily.
“Your face!” and laughed harder.
I already had a speech planned out in my head, but somehow his laughter was contagious, and I found myself laughing as well. After we calmed down he said, “Come on, let’s go find a seat.”
We found a quite empty booth except for a redheaded girl facing the window.
“May we sit here?” I asked. She nodded in agreement, so we sat down on the seat in front of her.
“What Quidditch team is your favorite?” I asked the boy. From there, we started to talk about Quidditch, and spells, and other things.
The conversation flowed, until I was cut short by a greasy-haired boy who entered the compartment and sat down opposite to the girl.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She said. By her voice, she had been crying.
“Why not?” The boy who just entered asked.
“Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore.”
“So what?”
“So she’s my sister!” She exclaimed, staring at the boy with dislike.
“She’s only a-“ He paused, knowing he would regret it if he continued the sentence. The girl didn’t seem to hear him.
“But we’re going!” He said excitedly. “We’re off to Hogwarts!”
She nodded and smiled at him.
“You’d better be in Slytherin.” I couldn’t stay silent any longer after I heard THAT.
“Slytherin?” I mocked, “Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” The memory of the disgusting Slytherins I saw earlier rose from the back of my mind.
“My whole family have been in Slytherin.” The black-haired boy sitting next to me said, catching me by absolute surprise.
“Blimey,” I said, “and I thought you seemed all right!” My parents did tell me that not ALL Slytherins were evil. Maybe his family was like that… I certainly hoped so.
“Maybe I’ll break the tradition.” He said with a grin. “Where are you headed, if you get the choice?”
“Gryffindor,” I pretended to hold a sword in my hand, “where dwell the brave of heart! Like my dad.” This time it was HIS turn to look surprised. The newcomer snorted. “Got a problem with that?” I challenged.
“No,” he sneered, “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy-“
“Where are you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” My friend asked, and I roared with laughter. The girl stared at both of us with dislike bordering on hatred.
“Come on, Severus. Let’s find another compartment.” She said, sounding like a complete snob.
“Ooooooo…” We said in unison.
“See ya, Snivellus! I called out as the two of them left without looking back at us. As soon as they were gone I snorted with laughter
“What a loser,” said the boy with the long black hair.
“Yeah, did you see his hair?” I joked.
“Forget the hair, did you see his nose?”
The door suddenly opened and two boys appeared. One was short and chubby, with dark blonde hair, and the other was bony, with brown hair and shabby cloths.
“May we sit here?” the brown haired boy asked.
“Sure, whatever” I answered.
Remus- September 1971
The train started moving as I walked through the narrow corridor, which was almost empty by now. I could see only one other student who still didn’t have anywhere to sit. He was walking clumsily in my direction. He had dark blonde hair and a pudgy face, and kept looking around nervously.
A small distance away, I noticed a compartment that was almost empty. Seeing that he didn’t have anywhere to go, I motioned for him to come.
“May we sit here?” I asked the two boys who were sitting there. The taller one had black hair that stuck out in every direction, and he wore a pair of glasses. The other had hair just as dark, but it was long and smooth.
“Sure, whatever.” Said the taller one, and I sat down hesitantly on the opposite seat after putting my suitcase neatly in the luggage rack. The boy who came in with me did the same. No one said anything, and we sat in awkward silence.
This was wrong. I was on my way to Hogwarts, just like I had always wanted, but I couldn’t even start a conversation. I wanted to say something, but I felt so out of place that I couldn’t speak. The two boys that were in here when we came were dressed in formal muggle clothing that appeared to be of the best make, and even the smaller boy was wearing a clean sweater and jeans. How could I, in my shabby clothes and the scar on my right cheek, ever fit in with them?
A sudden crash woke me from my thoughts, and I saw the blonde boy’s suitcase fall on his foot. He rose to put it back, but the boy with the glasses said, “I can help!” He waved his wand with a flourish at the brown suitcase, which turned a bright shade of red.
“No you can’t!” Said the other boy, waving his wand as well. The suitcase rose a few feet, but then he lost concentration and it fell on the first boy’s foot. The two started shouting at each other and waving their wands wildly, and the suitcase flew around the compartment, bouncing off walls.
I noticed the blonde boy was becoming uncomfortable with the situation, so I grabbed his suitcase from its flight and pushed it into place.
“I think we’ve had enough.” I said with a smile.
“Try being more careful next time. What’s your name anyway?” The boy with the glasses asked the blonde.
“Peter. Peter Pettigrew.” He answered shyly.
“My name is James.”
“I’m Sirius.”
“Remus.”
“So what’s your blood status?” Sirius asked, surprising us all.
“My mom’s a witch, my dad isn’t.” Peter replied.
“Half-blood.” I said shortly.
“Pureblood. But what does it matter?” James gave Sirius a weird look. “We’re all human, aren’t we?”
Sirius shrugged, and Peter nodded. Yeah, I thought. Right. Human.
“Anything from the trolley?” Came a voice from outside the compartment, and James leapt to open the door. Outside was a woman pushing a trolley laden with sweets. I looked hungrily at the chocolate, and I wasn’t the only one.
“We’ll take some of everything!” James announced and pulled out some gold galleons. Sirius hesitated, then did the same. Peter and I didn’t move, and I felt my face go red.
James appeared to notice, but he waved it off and the two paid the woman. Soon after there was a pile of candy in front of us. James and Sirius immediately dug in, but Peter and I once again did nothing, but I noticed Peter fidgeting in his seat.
“Well, what are you waiting for? We have a lot of work to do!” Sirius said through a mouthful of pumpkin pasty. Peter immediately grabbed a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans with a delighted smile. I hesitated, looked around, and then took a small bar of chocolate, still feeling uncomfortable.
A disgusted sound came from Peter, who seemed to be choking on a liver-flavored bean. It was too good a chance to miss, so we all grabbed some beans ourselves. I got lucky myself, with flavors that were good, or at least bearable, but Peter found himself gagging once again over a spinach bean. James enjoyed a Belgian chocolate, while Sirius glanced at him with hatred, chewing an onion-flavored one with tears in his eyes.
“Hey! Look who I got!” James showed us a card he got from a chocolate frog. I didn’t recognize the card, but I THINK it was some famous Quidditch player.
We all took frogs and checked our cards. I heard Sirius mumble, “Of course,” and from the corner of my eye I saw him holding a card captioned ‘Phineas Nigellus’.
Opening my own card, I saw an old, bearded man gazing at me. “Dumbledore.” I said in surprise. He winked at me from his picture, and walked out of the frame.
Out of the window we could finally see Hogwarts. I felt better than before and a bit more satisfied about my situation. Maybe this could work after all.
Era: Marauders
Summary: The untold story before the rise of Voldemort- the lives of James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus since they entered Hogwarts. A collab project between me (G- writing Remus) and two friends (S- writing Peter and James, and L- writing Sirius).
Notes: The part with Lily and Severus was from the book- Deathly Hallows.
Had both S and L over writing this, and we've all had some... interesting HP experiences that day, so it was amusing, to say the least.
Writing the dialogue that was in the book was really fun (the part with Severus and Lily. As was interpreting James and Sirius' reactions to it. Of course neither of them revealed their surnames yet, because otherwise there would be no chance of them talking to each other. There was even some tension between them because of their families' houses.
Writing Remus' thoughts... made L mark me as emo for life. But it's fun.
I was originally going to have Remus think about the scar on his forehead, but then it reminded me of a certain someone, so I settled for cheek =_____=
The flying suitcase reminded us all of something that happened earlier that day, so it took us a while to actually write it instead of just laughing.
Blood status... well, just think about where Sirius has grown up.
"Yeah. Right. Human." Do I even need to comment on that one? Poor Remus...
Money problems arise. Of course. And so do the chocolate frogs and the every-flavor beans ;P
Status: WIP
James- September 1971
“GOODBYE MOM!” I said for the thirtieth time and got on the train. My parents still waved at me, but I already ignored them. I tried to be as nonchalant as I could as I walked into the train’s hall. I felt my heart jumping every step I made. I think the nonchalant thing did not work very well.
Suddenly I heard some loud noises from my left side. As I looked toward the noise I was filled with revulsion. Slytherins… my family warned me to stay away from those people. How all the bad people came from there. And as they were described, they looked repulsive, with their long pale faces and creepy smirks. I quickly turned my head away from their compartment’s door while trying to erase the disgusting picture from my head. I stared at the old decor on the carpeting of the floor. Then I remembered my conversation with dad- ‘remember to always raise your head! You have to show confidence and respect! Remember you represent the Potter pride!’ So I raised my head as high as I could. Uncle Jo told me the best part in Hogwarts is the roommates. I wondered who mine will be.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a boy with a long black hair who ran into me. It was SO disrespectful! Can’t he see I’m a Potter!? As opposed from me, he seemed very amused from the situation. He started laughing freely while I felt my face getting redder.
“What’s so funny?!” I asked angrily.
“Your face!” and laughed harder.
I already had a speech planned out in my head, but somehow his laughter was contagious, and I found myself laughing as well. After we calmed down he said, “Come on, let’s go find a seat.”
We found a quite empty booth except for a redheaded girl facing the window.
“May we sit here?” I asked. She nodded in agreement, so we sat down on the seat in front of her.
“What Quidditch team is your favorite?” I asked the boy. From there, we started to talk about Quidditch, and spells, and other things.
The conversation flowed, until I was cut short by a greasy-haired boy who entered the compartment and sat down opposite to the girl.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She said. By her voice, she had been crying.
“Why not?” The boy who just entered asked.
“Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore.”
“So what?”
“So she’s my sister!” She exclaimed, staring at the boy with dislike.
“She’s only a-“ He paused, knowing he would regret it if he continued the sentence. The girl didn’t seem to hear him.
“But we’re going!” He said excitedly. “We’re off to Hogwarts!”
She nodded and smiled at him.
“You’d better be in Slytherin.” I couldn’t stay silent any longer after I heard THAT.
“Slytherin?” I mocked, “Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” The memory of the disgusting Slytherins I saw earlier rose from the back of my mind.
“My whole family have been in Slytherin.” The black-haired boy sitting next to me said, catching me by absolute surprise.
“Blimey,” I said, “and I thought you seemed all right!” My parents did tell me that not ALL Slytherins were evil. Maybe his family was like that… I certainly hoped so.
“Maybe I’ll break the tradition.” He said with a grin. “Where are you headed, if you get the choice?”
“Gryffindor,” I pretended to hold a sword in my hand, “where dwell the brave of heart! Like my dad.” This time it was HIS turn to look surprised. The newcomer snorted. “Got a problem with that?” I challenged.
“No,” he sneered, “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy-“
“Where are you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” My friend asked, and I roared with laughter. The girl stared at both of us with dislike bordering on hatred.
“Come on, Severus. Let’s find another compartment.” She said, sounding like a complete snob.
“Ooooooo…” We said in unison.
“See ya, Snivellus! I called out as the two of them left without looking back at us. As soon as they were gone I snorted with laughter
“What a loser,” said the boy with the long black hair.
“Yeah, did you see his hair?” I joked.
“Forget the hair, did you see his nose?”
The door suddenly opened and two boys appeared. One was short and chubby, with dark blonde hair, and the other was bony, with brown hair and shabby cloths.
“May we sit here?” the brown haired boy asked.
“Sure, whatever” I answered.
Remus- September 1971
The train started moving as I walked through the narrow corridor, which was almost empty by now. I could see only one other student who still didn’t have anywhere to sit. He was walking clumsily in my direction. He had dark blonde hair and a pudgy face, and kept looking around nervously.
A small distance away, I noticed a compartment that was almost empty. Seeing that he didn’t have anywhere to go, I motioned for him to come.
“May we sit here?” I asked the two boys who were sitting there. The taller one had black hair that stuck out in every direction, and he wore a pair of glasses. The other had hair just as dark, but it was long and smooth.
“Sure, whatever.” Said the taller one, and I sat down hesitantly on the opposite seat after putting my suitcase neatly in the luggage rack. The boy who came in with me did the same. No one said anything, and we sat in awkward silence.
This was wrong. I was on my way to Hogwarts, just like I had always wanted, but I couldn’t even start a conversation. I wanted to say something, but I felt so out of place that I couldn’t speak. The two boys that were in here when we came were dressed in formal muggle clothing that appeared to be of the best make, and even the smaller boy was wearing a clean sweater and jeans. How could I, in my shabby clothes and the scar on my right cheek, ever fit in with them?
A sudden crash woke me from my thoughts, and I saw the blonde boy’s suitcase fall on his foot. He rose to put it back, but the boy with the glasses said, “I can help!” He waved his wand with a flourish at the brown suitcase, which turned a bright shade of red.
“No you can’t!” Said the other boy, waving his wand as well. The suitcase rose a few feet, but then he lost concentration and it fell on the first boy’s foot. The two started shouting at each other and waving their wands wildly, and the suitcase flew around the compartment, bouncing off walls.
I noticed the blonde boy was becoming uncomfortable with the situation, so I grabbed his suitcase from its flight and pushed it into place.
“I think we’ve had enough.” I said with a smile.
“Try being more careful next time. What’s your name anyway?” The boy with the glasses asked the blonde.
“Peter. Peter Pettigrew.” He answered shyly.
“My name is James.”
“I’m Sirius.”
“Remus.”
“So what’s your blood status?” Sirius asked, surprising us all.
“My mom’s a witch, my dad isn’t.” Peter replied.
“Half-blood.” I said shortly.
“Pureblood. But what does it matter?” James gave Sirius a weird look. “We’re all human, aren’t we?”
Sirius shrugged, and Peter nodded. Yeah, I thought. Right. Human.
“Anything from the trolley?” Came a voice from outside the compartment, and James leapt to open the door. Outside was a woman pushing a trolley laden with sweets. I looked hungrily at the chocolate, and I wasn’t the only one.
“We’ll take some of everything!” James announced and pulled out some gold galleons. Sirius hesitated, then did the same. Peter and I didn’t move, and I felt my face go red.
James appeared to notice, but he waved it off and the two paid the woman. Soon after there was a pile of candy in front of us. James and Sirius immediately dug in, but Peter and I once again did nothing, but I noticed Peter fidgeting in his seat.
“Well, what are you waiting for? We have a lot of work to do!” Sirius said through a mouthful of pumpkin pasty. Peter immediately grabbed a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans with a delighted smile. I hesitated, looked around, and then took a small bar of chocolate, still feeling uncomfortable.
A disgusted sound came from Peter, who seemed to be choking on a liver-flavored bean. It was too good a chance to miss, so we all grabbed some beans ourselves. I got lucky myself, with flavors that were good, or at least bearable, but Peter found himself gagging once again over a spinach bean. James enjoyed a Belgian chocolate, while Sirius glanced at him with hatred, chewing an onion-flavored one with tears in his eyes.
“Hey! Look who I got!” James showed us a card he got from a chocolate frog. I didn’t recognize the card, but I THINK it was some famous Quidditch player.
We all took frogs and checked our cards. I heard Sirius mumble, “Of course,” and from the corner of my eye I saw him holding a card captioned ‘Phineas Nigellus’.
Opening my own card, I saw an old, bearded man gazing at me. “Dumbledore.” I said in surprise. He winked at me from his picture, and walked out of the frame.
Out of the window we could finally see Hogwarts. I felt better than before and a bit more satisfied about my situation. Maybe this could work after all.
