The Marauders: solemnly together

New friends

DISCLAIMER JK Rowling owes the characters and stuff.

Last time: we have met four different boys with four different stories; Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black and James Potter.








New friends

While standing on platform 9 ¾ James started to feel slightly nervous, for the first time this day. Not even when his mom told him to walk straight into a wall, it wasn't the weirdest thing he had tried. You don't want to know what that is. It wasn't the fact that he would travel all alone to a place he has never been before, honestly, he was happy to get out of the house. But he wouldn't see his parents before Christmas.

"You will write to me, right?" James wanted to know.

"Of course" his mom assured him. "Every day if you like"

James knew he would miss them, but probably not that much. "It's okay" he hastened to add. "Once in a while will be okay" he smiled. She smiled back. Oh, he would miss her so much.

James hugged his mom one last time before entering the train. He walked down to the end of the train where he found a compartment, already with a boy in it. Probably a first year like himself.

James recognized him instantly as a Black. Even though he had never seen the boy before. The boy had long black hair (with perfect waves), skin that was so pale it was almost white, wizard robes in green, black and silver. There was no way this boy is not a Black.

He decided to have a little fun with him.

"Hi, can I sit here?" James asked. The boy looked at James, seemed to study him, see if he was good enough to sit with him. But before he had the time to answer James sat down in front of him. "I'm, White, Jack White, you?" it was the first thing that came to mind.

The boy took a closer look at James as if he was trying to figure something out. Then he seemed to throw whatever idea he had out of his head. "And I am Black, Sirius Black," he said proudly while he straightened his back. What a prat. "I could have sworn you were a Potter," he said Potter like it's a bad thing.

"Well no Potter here" James didn't say more, he would let Black take the next move. They sat for a while. Black looked like he wanted to ask about something, but didn't quite know how to.

James couldn't stand it. "Both of my parents are magical if that's what you are thinking about," said James. He tried to sound like it mattered to him. He would get Black so good.

Black's face expressed the deepest confusion, "No, no, not at all" he paused. "I was thinking if I should throw a dungbomb at you or try to be your friend," he said it very calm and like he actually meant it. James' jaw dropped.

"Are you serious?" James asked confused.

"I'm always Sirius" Black answered.

James just stared at him in confusion. What in Merlin's name was he talking about? Then it hit him, his name is Sirius Black. Once James caught the joke, he laughed. He had no idea what was so funny, but he laughed. James had never thought that a Black would make a joke.

Black just smiled back at him. "You are the first person to ever laugh at that".

James tried to get his laugh under control so that he could answer. "I get why, that is the worst joke I have ever heard".

"But it made you laugh" Black pointed out.

"Yeah, but that was only because..." he stopped midsentence when a girl walked in. She had dark-red hair, a muggle-dress on and beautiful green almond eyes. It appeared like she hadn't even seen the boys, she just walked in and sat down by the window. Staring out of it. "That was only because it was so bad" he continued.

Black's face now turned to look regretting. "How can I improve it?" he asked when another boy came in and sat opposite the red-haired girl.

"Well I'm not a joke-expert" James exclaimed.

"If you know what a bad joke is, then surely you should know what a good joke is," Black said reasonably.

"Yes, I know when a joke is good, and when a joke is bad. But I don't know how you can improve your jokes" James fired back. He had just begun to think that Black was actually good enough, but Merlin he is annoying.

"I'm just trying to talk to you, no need to be so harsh," Black said and crossed his arms.

James had no idea what to answer. He was right, Black hadn't been rude at all. James was being rude. "Sorry" was all he said. How not to make friends. Black smiled at him but didn't answer. James didn't know what to do, this boy is a Black and will probably be a Slytherin. They were so different, but James didn't hate him and... was it a bad thing?

He overheard the third boy in the compartment say: "You'd better be in Slytherin." Ha, really? Did James honestly have to find a compartment with only Slytherins?

"Slytherin?" James said he decided to put a final test on Black. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he asked Black, who stopped smiling.

"My whole family have been in Slytherin," he said. Wow, like James didn't know that already, but he continued.

"Blimey," said James. "And I thought you seemed all right!" not a total lie, after all.

Sirius grinned.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition" yea sure he thought like I would ever break that tradition. Like I would ever want to break that tradition. "Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?" he asked White, truly curious.

White lifted an invisible sword.

"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad" Sirius felt disappointed. He had hoped that they could become friends. But a Slytherin and Gryffindor would never be able to remain friends very long.

The boy by the window made a small, disparaging noise. White turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"

"No," said the boy, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy -"

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius without thinking and cursed himself, it's not a good idea to make enemies with your future housemates. But he couldn't help it, he felt protective over White. Which he was now thinking, that was quite a weird name. Black and White.

But Sirius didn't have time to worry much about what he had said. White roared with laughter. The girl sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike. "Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment," she said.

"Oooooo..." White and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip the boy as he passed.

"See ya, Snivellus!" White called, as the compartment door slammed.

"Snivellus?" Sirius asked laughingly. "What does that even mean?"

"I have no idea" White laughed, "Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither" he imitated. "That was brilliant!" he said truly impressed. Sirius felt like he had just passed a test with great marks.

"Oh, so now I can make jokes, huh," he answered. Jack laughed. "That will make two to me and zero to you, then?"

Both boys laughed. But Sirius felt devastated, he couldn't leave the feeling. This boy: Jack White, would be a Gryffindor and he, himself, would be a Slytherin. He thought about leaving him, find some other Slytherins. But he... he couldn't explain it. It was a feeling inside of him that told him to stay. Maybe Jack would turn out to be a Slytherin? Yea, he thought. That must be it, that explained it. They would both be in Slytherin.

Jack was so different from Sirius, but not in a bad way. He... saw things a different way than Sirius. They also had a lot of things in common, like pranking others. Jack was really impressed that Sirius had been able to levitate a whole cake, and was amused when he imagined Bellatrix with frosting in her hair.

"It's really fun that we should find each other" Sirius said as the train stopped. They had arrived, Hogwarts was so close now. Sirius could feel his stomach explode with excitement like there was a dungbomb in it.

Jack raised from his seat and asked, "What do you mean?" Sirius raised too and they both left the compartment.

"I'm a Black and you are a White. Black and White."

He looked confused at first, but then he realized what he meant and laughed. Sirius was about to ask why he had been so confused when Jack suddenly stopped.

"Look," he said and gestured to the compartment next to them. It looked exactly like the one they had been in themselves, but a tiny little boy was sleeping. He leant against the window. Sirius noticed that he drooled. He had no idea why he had to see this.

"What?" he asked. Looking at the boy again. He had tawny hair, and his school robes on. Second-hand Sirius could see, and just a few sizes too big.

"We should probably wake him," Jack said. Sirius was about to answer that it wasn't their reasonability to do so. But before he could do that, Jack had already kneeled down beside the boy and carefully shook him. The tiny boy threw his arm towards Jack but missed, he opened his eyes and looked confused at them. "We have arrived," Jack told the boy. "We have to leave the train now," he said it so carefully and caring. Sirius hadn't imagined that he would be able to do that.

The tiny boy sat up way too quickly, so he almost fell over. Jack made an awkward attempt to catch him, but the boy had saved himself. So, Jack slowly took his hands back to himself. The tiny boy murmured a quick "thank you" before following Jack and Sirius out of the train.

Remus found himself on a platform, with two dark-haired boys. One of them (the one who woke him up) seemed friendly. But the other one... he didn't seem unfriendly, he just didn't seem to like him. Remus wondered why, they haven't even arrived at the school yet, had he already failed at getting friends?

"Firs'-years! Firs'-years over here!" Remus turned to look at a giant. Okay, not a giant, but compared to Remus he was a giant. He felt even smaller in his presence. He and the two black-haired boys (who Remus actually thought were second-years because they were so tall, but everything seemed big to Remus who was really small himself) followed the big man down to some boats.

When they came there, they found that all the boats were full, except one. It contained a little chubby boy. The Black-haired boy who had woken him up didn't even hesitate, he just sat down. The other boy hesitated for a long moment. Remus quickly sat down in the boat next to the chubby boy. The messy-black-haired boy looked expectant at the other boy. Who finally seemed to give in and sat down next to the others. When he did, the boat immediately started sailing.

Remus just now realized that he hadn't presented himself. None of the boys said anything, but the two black-haired boys seemed to have a non-verbal talk. Remus wondered if they could read each other's thoughts. He wondered if they would want to be his friend. One of them seemed to, but the other one didn't look like so. "I'm Remus Lupin," he said eventually, deciding that he had to jump into it.

"Peter Pettigrew," the chubby boy said. Remus had time to study him closely a bit. He was almost the double size of Remus, not tall, just wide. He had short light hair, that laid flat on his head. Remus took a deep breath through his nose, to catch his scent. He smelled like... cheese was his first impression. But that couldn't be it. He tried again, this time he got... nervous and... feathers? The boy probably had an owl, and with nervous, it made sense. Remus himself felt like he was going to wet his pants.

"Jack White," the nice-black-haired boy said. He was lying Remus knew, but decided not to question it. He probably had a good reason. Plus, he had no idea how he would explain that he knew he lied. White smelled... confident, yea. What more... uh... rich, he smelled rich. You know like, expensive soap. In his hair. Not that he notices things like that about... never mind. Rich and confident. The opposite of Remus.

"Black," the last boy said, "Sirius Black" this boy shined even more with confidence and pride. And rich. Remus couldn't help but notice that he smelled... dark, somehow. Like, dark spells. But not only that, something inside of him was dark, Remus couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was. It was not in a way that he was dark. But something inside of him was dark. Something that neither White or Pettigrew had, more like...


It hit Remus just like that, he was absolutely stunned. Something inside of Black was dark, something that wasn't a spell, but dark enough to make Remus tremble. Remus who was a werewolf was afraid of this darkness. Or maybe not afraid. But could he be a werewolf too? Wouldn't Dumbledore have told if there was another one like him? Did Dumbledore even know?

He had to know, he had known about Remus.

Remus tried to take a deep breath again. No, he wasn't a werewolf. It was another darkness. A secret, a huge one. But what? What secret could possibly smell so dark? Did Black even know what this secret was? If it even is a secret.

Pettigrew shook Remus's shoulder, it was now he realized that he had been staring. He knew it was weird, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Black. He smelled of darkness, just like himself, Remus didn't know why, but he longed to be a friend of Black.

"Hey, are you alright?" Pettigrew asked with concern. Remus removed his eyes from Black and turned to look at Pettigrew. "You look ill" he added. Remus was aware that he was still staring, his eyes probably wide open as they did when he was lost in his own thoughts. He nodded, didn't know why, but he did.

"Are you ill?" White asked. "Is that why you slept on the train" Remus nodded again. He eyes fixed on Black again. His own green eyes meet with a pair of grey eyes. Beautiful grey eyes. Remus had no idea how long they stared at each other (or if the others have noticed) but he didn't care. He tried to (somehow) look beyond those grey eyes. Tried to see the darkness he could smell. But there was nothing.

Sirius was very aware that Lupin stared at him. His green eyes somehow tried to look inside of Sirius. It was unpleasant. And he couldn't shake the feeling off that there was something odd about him. "Look," he said suddenly and pointed behind Lupin and Pettigrew.

Behind them in all its glory, the Hogwarts castle stood before him. It was huge and brilliant, and... magical. Sirius didn't know enough words to describe what he was feeling. The castle... imagine a hundred... no thousands of windows all glowing with light.

It was nothing like Grimmauld Place 12, there it was all dark. But here it was light and glowing. Sirius couldn't move his eyes away from it. The boats sailed nearer the castle.

They arrived at a place where they left the boats, a stern looking witch was waiting for them. She ordered them all to follow her, gave instructions, and then stooped in front of a door. She told them about all the houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin) and that the house would be like their family.

She then opened the doors behind her. And all the first years followed her into a great hall. If Sirius thought that the castle from the outside was beautiful, it was nothing compared to the great hall. Four long tables were placed there, one for each house. The roof was a complete copy of the night sky outside. Shining with beautiful stars, an almost full moon and floating candles.

He shot a quick glance at the Slytherin table, seeing a few of his relatives and future housemates. The first years made their way to the front of the hall close to the staff table. Professor McGonagall (the stern witch from earlier) walked in with a piece of parchment, a rickety stool and an old hat. She placed the hat on the stool. Then it seemed to come alive. It sang a song about all the houses.

After that Professor McGonagall began to read from the parchment.

"Alby, April" she called. Alby walked up and placed the hat on her head, she had it on for a while before it yelled "Gryffindor" the Gryffindor table began clapping as Alby walked down to join them. Xander Avery was sorted to Slytherin and Kenneth Bing was sorted into Gryffindor before McGonagall called again:

"Black, Sirius."

The whole school went quiet as Sirius walk up to the hat. He sat on the stool and took the hat on his head. "Why so disappointed?" a voice said, Sirius thought that it must be the hat. He hadn't even realized that he was disappointed. The hat seemed to have read his mind.

"My dad told me..." Sirius thought inside his head and remembered the story his father had told him about his own sorting. "...that the sor... that you barely touched his head before you yelled Slytherin. Suppose I hoped the same would happen to me" he thought bitterly.

The hat didn't answer him. Sirius began to feel nervous, had he somehow broken the hat? Oh, he would get into so much trouble. He was about to take it off to ask McGonagall what happened when the hat said; "you have to trust me". There was something in the way the hat said it that made Sirius nervous.

"What do you-" but he was interrupted when the hat yelled;


Sirius found himself unable to move. There was no clapping, no cheers. Everyone was too shocked that a Black made it into Gryffindor. He sat there for what felt like ages before he finally gathered all his courage and walked down to the silent Gryffindor-table. He felt the eyes from everyone on him. His mother was going to kill him for this. Sirius had never felt worse in his entire life.

The sorting continued. The red-haired girl from the train (named Lily Evans) and some other people were also sorted into Gryffindor. Petal Flores was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Lupin, Remus."

The tiny boy nervously made his way up to the hat and took it on. It was so big to him that it covered his whole head and shoulders. "Aye, another Lupin, it's ages since I sorted your dad" Remus didn't know what to answer. "Hmm let's see, let's see... hard working, yes... intelligent, definitely... courage, and lots of it."

"Will it be Gryffindor then?" Remus thought hopefully.

"I see your ambitions Lupin..." Remus felt himself blush and was glad that no one could see him under the hat. "You will do well there... better be..."

"Gryffindor" the hat yelled out loud. There was clapping and cheers as Remus found his place at the table. He joined the clapping when Mary Macdonald was sorted to Gryffindor too. He turned to look at Black who looked ill, even worse than Remus.

"Pettigrew, Peter."

Peter took a deep breath before walking up to the hat. "I don't want to be in Slytherin," he thought immediately as the hat landed on his head.

"You would do well there" the hat answered him.

"Well, I don't want to be a Slytherin. Or Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. Please put me in Gryffindor" Peter thought hopefully.

"Gryffindor? That isn't quite the right house for you, I stand by Slytherin."

"Don't you dare!" Peter thought. Just the thought of being a Slytherin made him sick.

"Manners mister Pettigrew," the hat ordered. "I hate to break it for you, but you won't do well in Gryffindor."

"I don't care!" Peter thought. "It doesn't have to be Gryffindor, just not Slytherin."

"If I put you in Slytherin, you would do well..."

"Then I would leave" Peter cut him off. Not entirely telling the truth, he wouldn't leave Hogwarts for anything.

"You would? Hmm... maybe I should put you somewhere else... Hufflepuff is not quite right... neither is Ravenclaw. You are really putting me in a hard position here, can't you just be a Slytherin?" the hat asked.

"No way! Put me in Gryffindor" it sounded harsh so he hastened to add "please."

The hat refused to put Peter in Gryffindor. But he kept, and kept, and kept arguing until the hat finally announced...


Cheers and claps started. Peter hurried down to the table like he was afraid the hat would take it back. He found a seat next to Lupin from the boat who stared at Peter. "You were there for five minutes," he told shocked. Peter felt himself blush.

"We argued..."

Sirius hadn't been paying any attention to the sorting, but he looked up when McGonagall said "Potter James" and Jack walked up there. The boy had been lying to Sirius. He was a Potter.

James walked up there with confidence painted in his face. "Well, well, well. Potter"

"Please Gryffindor, please Gryffindor" James thought.

"I wouldn't consider anything else," the hat said, but it didn't announce anything to the rest of the school. It seemed to think, and James waited. "Take care of them, will you? No matter what, will you? All of them."

"Who?" he thought. Though he had an idea it might be Sirius.

"Just promise me" the hat insisted.

"I promise I will take care of them until the very end" James answered truthfully. He felt like that the hat smiled at him. In what way was not to tell. All he knew was that the hat smiled,

"Gryffindor" the hat announced.








They all ended up in Gryffindor, but surely that doesn't come as a surprise to anyone.

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