The beginning of a new era at Hogwarts: the first year of the Marauders.
When James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew arrive at Hogwarts, none of them are prepared for what awaits them in their first year. For each of them, this...
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Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows, Chapter 33: The Prince's Tale.
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Summer, August 1969.
The summer seemed to be at its peak. The sun was so scorching that day that there were no children in the park, only Lily and Petunia, as usual, playing once again on the swings. Behind one of the bushes was the boy who always watched them. He wore his father's oversized and tattered coat, which hung loosely on him because he was so skinny. Unfortunately for him, he was also wearing a huge shirt his mother had made for him; in fact, it looked more like an apron than anything else. He was short, with olive skin, black, medium-length hair, and his bright eyes were fixed on the red-haired girl.
"Don't do it again, Lily!" Petunia warned, stopping her swing abruptly. She frowned, gripping the chains tightly, but it was too late. Lily had already jumped from the highest point of the swing, her carefree laughter mixing with the breeze as she floated through the air as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The grass crunched beneath her feet as she landed lightly. "Mum told you not to do that, Lily! I'm telling her! I'm telling her!"
"But it's fine!" the younger girl replied, laughing. "Look at this, Tuney! Look what I can do."
Lily picked up one of the flowers that had fallen to the ground and held it in her fist. Petunia, with a mix of curiosity and disapproval, slowly approached her sister. When she was close, Lily opened her hand confidently. The flower, withered by the sun, began to regain life. It floated and spun a few inches above her palm as its petals opened and closed, as if it were alive again.
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