Four boys. Four friends. Four brothers. Together they are the Marauders. They will face love and war. Death and life. Loyalty and Betrayal. Follow the Marauders through there seven years of Hogwarts. Experience the birth of the brotherhood and its u...
I stormed off after the fight with Severus. I was so angry I'm the surprised steam isn't coming out my nose or ears. I knew I had to warn the Marauders particularly Remus that Severus was suspicious and would be snooping around.
In my furious state I didn't notice the large figures closing around me until it was too late. I was surrounded by large Slytherins and I recognised most of them from Severus's gang of Slytherin friends. Avery (fourth year), Rosier (a fourth year), Mulciber (a fifth year), Wilkes (a sixth year) and Rabastan Lestrange (a seventh year), all notorious for the Muggle born cursing.
Everyone knows it's them but they never leave any evidence behind or at least nothing big enough to get them expelled. Mostly they're stopped by the Marauders if they get there before a teacher and they usually have some of the younger year Slytherins keeping a lookout for teachers, so by the time the teacher gets there they have stopped what they were doing and come up with some story.
I glared at all of them, gripping my wand that was in my robe pocket.
"Excuse me." I said in a cold voice and tried to squeeze past them.
I felt one of them grab my shoulder. I spun and punched him in the nose, hard. It turned out to be Mulciber. I whipped my wand out and hexed Wilkes with the bat boggy hex. Before I could hex the other three, I was thrown back into the wall. My hands were pinned to my side by Avery and Rosier. My wand was snatched away from me and thrown to the side. Lestrange leered in front of me pointing his wand at me with a sneer on his face. I glared defianitely back at him.
"Branching out are we? Tired of going after first year Muggle-borns? I shouldn't be surprised it's five on one! You can't even go against a first year without your goons backing you!" I snarled at him while I struggled against the hold of Avery and Rosier.
"This isn't just a torturing. This has a purpose. Maybe the Marauders will think twice before they interfere with our . . . fun again." Lestrange said with a sickening grin.
He opened his mouth with a determined glare. Before he could say a spell his wand flew out his hand when a familiar voice yelled the disarming spell. I whipped my head round and saw four familiar figures running towards me, wands raised.
Sirius Point of View:
I laughed hysterically as James tricked a second year into eating an acid pop.
"Was that really necessary, Prongs?" Remus said in an exasperated voice.
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"C'mon, Moony, this is pretty tame for us." I said and laughed at the hole that was slowly closing up on the second years tongue.
"He's fine, Moony. Hey kid, you good?" James called to the second year.
"Fine!" Second year yelled back laughing with his friends.
"See?" James and I said at the same time and then pointed and laughed at each other.
"Where's Rose, Padfoot? Doesn't she usually hang out with you at break?" Peter asked.
"Usually, yeah. She's probably chasing after Severus again." I replied.
"Got to hand it to her, she's persistent. Chasing after him for six months, dedication." Peter squeaked.
"Don't know why she bothers honestly. The slimy gits up to his neck in the Dark Ar—" James said but was interrupted.
"Sirius . . ." Regulus said quietly eyes darting around in every direction.
