It's the Marauders' first year at school, and it's going to be full of madness, mayhem, and above all, magic. (Sirius Black, Jamie Potter, Remus Lupin, and Petra Pettigrew.)
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Back in the Gryffindor dormitory, it was getting late. Sirius chewed on the end of her quills moodily. Not even a week in, she was already drowning in homework. School could be so depressing.
She still hadn't completed her Potions homework, and then decided to give up. Old Sluggy wouldn't do anything. He'd probably just pat Sirius on the head, and give her a light warning. After all, in the Wizarding World, the Blacks were royalty. Nobody wanted to come up against them.
It did have its advantages, however few.
Sirius packed away her things, and lay back in bed, thinking. Her parents had not sent her a letter after she had been Sorted into Gryffindor; perhaps the news had reached them already. They would not at all be happy when she returned for the Christmas holidays. She already found herself dreading it.
All her life, Sirius had been told about how evil the Muggles were, and the Mudbloods, and how they should be stamped out and exterminated like the filth they were. Sirius had mixed with many of the Muggleborns in her house, and they didn't seem all that bad. Lupin, after all, was a half-blood.
Sirius pulled out a Licorice Wand, and began to mull over Remus. She was odd, clever, and witty, but there was something mysterious about her that Sirius couldn't quite place her finger on. She mixed with the other first years, but somehow remained aloof, not unlike Sirius herself when her parent's evil whisperings got to her.
She hated herself for thinking it, loathed herself for even letting it pass through her head, but at times she would give in to her parent's ideology, thinking horrible thoughts that she herself didn't mean, and she didn't know where they came from.
'Mudblood,' they whispered at ginger haired Lillian Evans. 'Filthy blood traitor,' to Jamie. 'Diseased, poor, shabby, scarred little half-blood,' to odd, sweet Remus. 'Freak,' they whispered to her. 'Give in, give in, you know we're right. We always have been. We always will. We'reyour parents, Sirius, and we know all. Give in...'
Sirius closed her eyes, and prayed for the horrible thoughts to go away. She honestly didn't mean them. She had no idea where they came from. And sometimes it was just so tempting to give in, but there was something inside her that just wouldn't let her, and she clung onto it fiercely with every fibre in her body.
Speaking of Remus, where had she gone? If she didn't return in the next twenty minutes, Sirius resolved to go looking for her. She'd have to be careful, because if she got caught, there would be severe consequences.
It wouldn't hurt to get comfortable whilst she waited, though. She tucked her toes into the comfortable warmth of the blanket, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep...
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Remus first became aware of her body as she realised she was pressed onto a cold, hard, dusty floor. Her limbs were sore, and ached ferociously.
Her face also stung. She probably had a large scratch down the side. If she got to Madam Pomfrey on time, then maybe powdered silver and essence of dittany could be applied, and the new found scars could be healed.
