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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Summer, June 1971
The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the large window, illuminating every corner of the spacious room. On the bed lay a boy with messy black hair, wishing with all his might that he could sleep a little longer. But his peace was interrupted by the excited shrieks of a woman downstairs.
He wondered if his mother had finally won one of those ridiculous Witch Weekly competitions she liked to enter.
The room in the south wing, which he had celebrated receiving as his eleventh birthday gift, suddenly didn't seem like such a brilliant idea. It was too close to the front door, meaning that any letter, package, or morning victory from his mother would wake him up too early. Of course, the room had its advantages: it was the perfect escape route if he ever needed to sneak out of the house.
James sighed and burrowed under the blankets, trying to hide from the morning light and steal a few more minutes of sleep. He regretted staying up so late reading one of his father's books about magical inventions.
The door to his room swung open suddenly. A tall man, who looked very much like James but much older, peeked through the doorway before sitting at the edge of the bed.
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"James? Are you awake?" his father whispered cautiously, as though afraid to disturb him.
James poked his head out from under the blankets, squinting.
"Sort of. Good morning to you too, Dad," he murmured, still half-asleep.
"Good morning, champ!" his father replied with a wide grin, springing to his feet. "Come on, up you get. You need to see what your mother has done."
James eyed him suspiciously, running a hand through his wild hair.
"Is it really that important?"
"I'd say so. You'll have to see for yourself," his father said.
"She hasn't finally won that recipe contest, has she?" James asked, but his father shook his head. A mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he knew something more.
