| Subject: (Fanfiction) When the Marauders Met |
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Date Posted: 00:25:28 09/20/02 Fri
>Chapter 1<
Where It All Began
Sirius Black whistled to a tune as he slumped himself against the leather seat of his parents red Nissan sports car. It was really uncomfortable and cramp in the back seats. Also being the middle of July, it was hot and stuffy and even more unbearable with his moaning sister muttering next to him.
“Mum! Are we nearly there yet?”
Oh God! Thought Sirius. Kill me! Kill me now.
“Are we there yet, mum?” Moaned Sarah Black for the millionth time.
“Patience, Sarah, we’ll be there soon.” Her mum turned in her seat to look at her two children.
Sarah with shoulder-length curly black hair was cross-armed, cross-legged and for the most, cross. For a nine year old she had a bad attitude.
Sirius on the other hand was the complete opposite to Sarah’s mood. He was leaning back with his portable CD player, and glossy sunglasses, chilling peacefully.
“All right, Sirius?” Asked his mother. Sirius was looking out of his passenger window, clearly not hearing her.
“Sirius!” Shouted Sarah, removing his headphones.
“Hey!” Cried Sirius. “You little-“
“Sirius!” Said his mother’s stern voice.
“What?”
“Don’t you ‘what’ me, young man.” His mother took his CD player from him. “I’m sure this blaring noise is bad for your ears. What is this stuff your listening to anyway?” Mrs Black peered at one of his CD cases.
“Sum 41.” Sirius muttered, “it’s only music, mum, it’s not gonna kill me.”
“Ew, that’s grebe music.” Said Sarah, “I think Michael Jackson is way better!”
“Only because you fancy him.” Sirius murmured softly under his breath.
“I heard that!” Exclaimed Sarah, “that is way untrue. I just like his music and his dancing, that’s all!”
“Whatever.” Sirius leaned back onto his seat; he felt his bare legs sticking to the black leather. He was wearing shorts and was beginning to wish he put trousers on instead, even though it was boiling hot.
Before long, the Black family arrived in a country village called Oakwood. This was in the middle of Derby. It was around evening when they reached their new home.
Sirius peered at his new neighbourhood.
“Quiet around here.” He stated.
“Yes.” Said Mrs Black, thoroughly pleased, “Much nicer than Watford. Less traffic here, less noise.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. What’s up with that? He thought. My mother and noise don’t seem to blend well.
“Mum, is that the house?” Asked Sarah, pointing to a red bricked detached building.
“Yes, dear.” Her mother replied. “Now bring those food supplies with you. I think it’s going to be straight to bed with you two when we get in.”
“Mum!” Sirius moaned, “It’s only nine o’ clock!”
“Well, it’s Sarah’s bedtime anyhow. I want you to get a good sleep after all this restless travelling.” Mrs Black pulled the front seat forward to let them out.
“Dad, do I get a room to myself this time?” Asked Sirius, climbing out of the sports car.
“You’ll see.” Replied Mr Black.
I’d better thought Sirius Otherwise there’s gonna be hell to pay!
Sirius trudged along the front garden path to his new house. But he stopped in his tracks as he gaped to the left. A mansion. A great mansion stood next door.
“Wow! Look at that place!” Sirius awed, then he shrugged it off, “I bet a load of snobs live there.”
“Sirius!” Squealed his mother, “That’s a horrid thing to say! Did you hear that Paul?”
“Yes dear.” Said Mr Black, not really listening, he was too busy finding the right key to the front door lock.
“We’ll have to pay a visit to them tomorrow. It’s always nice to make new friends and have friendly neighbours.”
Oh shut up mum! Thought Sirius bitterly.
Sarah looked at the mansion and huffed. She didn’t seem to like having a great mansion with huge gardens and expensive Rolls Royce’s placed next to their ordinary, boring red brick house.
“I bet evil rich people live there.” Said Sarah sulkily. “They’re probably laughing at us right now, from one of those high windows, seeing us as mere commoners.”
“Oh shut up Sarah.” Hissed Sirius clearly fed up with everyone.
Sarah, though not really knowing it, was half right. There was someone staring from one of the high windows, right then. He, though wasn’t evil as she thought, but obviously rich. Also he did think this family as mere commoners, but in a different way in which they would think.
Muggles was what this boy thought of them as. Though the Black family had no idea they were. They probably had never even heard of the word ‘Muggle’ before.
James Potter knew what a Muggle was though.
More non-magic folk he thought. Great.
James wasn’t an ordinary boy, as you might think. He was a wizard and rather spoilt, being an only child and having a rich upbringing.
*
It was getting dark outside so James lit a candle and sat comfortably in one of the soft cushioned chairs, in the middle of his own library. James spent most of his time in the library. His parents, proud of his eagerness to learn, still wanted their son to spent more time outside in the fresh air. James had no friends. No other kids lived in the neighbourhood, apart from the two muggle ones he had just seen move in next door, oh and two others he really disliked and wouldn’t like to think about.
James did get lonely sometimes and longed for a real friend. House-elves were good to talk to sometimes, but weren’t any real fun.
James looked at the new book his parents had given him today.
‘Quidditch through the Ages’ was printed on its glossy cover.
James smiled, Quidditch, a wizarding sport. He had never been interested in it before, but as he started reading the first two chapters he became immensely intrigued.
“Would sir care for anything, sir?” Piped a high-pitched voice.
James looked up, to see a green skinned house-elf.
“Not now, Bobbin. I’m reading.”
“Very good, sir. Glad to be of service.” Bobbin squeaked and bowed out of the library.
James continued reading learning the aspects of Quidditch training and the famous broomsticks used throughout history.
*
As James sat there reading in the middle of Derby, we take ourselves now, two hours away (driving in a car) to the middle of London, where we’ll find a small boy, aged eleven named by his wizard parents; Peter Pettigrew.
It was dark when Peter and his parents arrived from the Knight Bus to their new house. They had moved for many reasons. One of them was so Peter was closer to his best friend; Remus Lupin.
Remus and Peter became friends over a muddle-up in owl post. They had never seen one another before, but they had been writing to each other for nearly two years now. They both were the same age and apparently had their birthdays in the same month-October. They both soon found out also that they were going to the same school, Hogwarts.
So Peter, encouraged by his parents, moved to a small cosy home at number 6 Baker’s Street.
By luck or chance Remus lived two doors away at number 10 in an even smaller home, which was a four-roomed flat.
*
Peter heaved one of the many trunks onto the doorstep of his new house. He squinted up with his beady eyes at the full moon in the dark sky. He shivered. Peter was one of those superstitious types, who thought bad things always happened when there’s a full moon. Just to satisfy his thoughts an eerie howl echoed into the black night. Peter shivered uncontrollably. That howl sounded pretty close to him.
“Peter, look at you, your shaking.” Said his mother and she wrapped a winter cloak around him. “Quickly, Anthony, it’s cold tonight.”
Anthony, Peter’s dad, hurried forward, fresh-cut key in hand.
Once inside with their entire luggage, Mrs Pettigrew lit a fire in the big stone fireplace.
“Well, this is very nice.” Said Anthony, “come on son, get yourself by the fire and stop your shaking.”
Peter went to bed after he stopped shivering and his mother tucked him in and gave him a loving kiss on the forehead.
As always she left the bedroom door slightly open to let the light in the hallway keep the darkness away.
Peter was afraid of the dark.
He looked around his new room. It wasn’t too big or too small. He leant back into his soft pillow, happily.
Then suddenly another piercing howl made him sit up with a jerk.
“MUUUUM!!” Screamed Peter, running down the stairs.
For the rest of that night he stayed with his mum and dad.
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