Growing up with the Mauraders (Book 1) UNDER SERIOUS EDITING

Chapter 5: The Maruaders

James

The boys and I are sitting in our common room, attempting to study for our upcoming Potions exam. Sirius gave up a long time ago and is now crumbling up pieces of paper and throwing them at the rest of us. Peter got snacks and is munching away, crumbs everywhere. Remus is the only one actually studying. All of us have butterbeer as we sit in silence doing whatever. My mind flashes to years past and all the good times I had with my friends.

Flashback third person

It's the beginning of fourth year. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew are all trying to cast a patronus. James is the first to accomplish it. His patronus is a Stag. Next is Remus, his is a wolf. Sirius soon follows his being a dog. Lastly, Peter casts his, it's a rat . They stare in wonder and awe.

"Hey we should have nicknames." Says Sirius twirling his wand like a drummer.

"How about they're based off are patronuses?" Remus suggests.

"Prongs for me, because stags have antlers. Padfoot for Sirius, Wormtail for Peter, and Moony for Remus." James suggests.

"That seems fitting."Remus muses. The rest of the boys agree.

It's now the middle of their fourth year and the boys have taken it upon themselves to call them the Marauders. James uses an invisibility cloak , a gift he received during his second year, to prank the teachers and other students. They've also come up with the idea to make a map that shows everyone in the castle. They make the map so it can show anyone,no matter what, even if the have an invisibility cloak on.

It was actually quite simple to make. Remus is the genius behind it, Sirius just doesn't like rules, James thinks he can do anything, and Peter is good at encouraging them and feeding them. At the end of the year they finish the map and start using it for pranks. It is the best year by far but they don't want to tell Mackenzie about the map or the cloak because they don't want her to get in trouble, or worse tell on them.

James

Thinking about those memories makes me realize I have such great friends.

I lift my glass of butterbeer I stole from the kitchen and raise it, "A toast to the best trouble makers this school has ever seen Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs."

They all raise the glasses of butter beer and clink them with mine. "Here here," We all say. "Salute." Sirius says.

We all look at him with weird expressions at his use of the fancy word.

"What?! Once a pureblood, always a pureblood no matter how hard I try to get away from it." He responds.

We all just laugh. To the Marauders!