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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Somewhere in Wales...
Autumn, September 1969.
The Lupins were a harmonious couple: the union of a brilliant wizard and a beautiful Muggle. Both had noble characters, which had allowed them to build a life together filled with love, understanding, and respect. Lyall Lupin was a brave man, protective and with great moral depth. Despite the tragedies his family had endured, he had always ensured that his wife and only son had a good, safe, and comfortable life.
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Hope Howell, his wife, was a loving, patient, and gentle woman, capable of bringing a unique sense of calm to their home. Her unconditional love for Lyall and their son made her the emotional support both needed. Despite being a non-magical person, Lyall always told her how much he admired her open nature and her ability to adapt to the magical world. She had embraced her life as the wife of a wizard without prejudice or fear, and that was something he never stopped valuing.
"Today is the first day of classes at Hogwarts, Mum," the excited boy said, sitting on the kitchen worktop as he watched her prepare a cake. "It must be a really big feast, don't you think?"
"I suppose so. Your father says it's something marvellous to see."
"Dad says the ceiling is enchanted to look like a clear sky with all the stars. He told me there are ghosts wandering the corridors and all sorts of creatures in the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest," Remus said, his voice a mix of excitement and sadness.
His mother tensed slightly, her hands pausing as she cast him a worried glance. It wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation. It always ended with Remus asking if there was any chance, however small, that he could go to Hogwarts, the school for witches and wizards in England.
"Sweetheart, we've talked about this," his mother said, her voice gentle yet firm. She knew how much Hogwarts meant to any wizarding child his age, but letting Remus attend the school wasn't an option, not for her or his father. Taking care of him during the full moon was becoming more difficult, and there would be no one at Hogwarts who could do it as they did. "You know it's not safe for you to go, don't you?"
