Year One-The Marauders Meet

Chapter 2

Peter

Peter Pettigrew lay in his bed in September first, his head resting on his pillow and his arm curved beneath it. His legs were tangled in the sheets and a snore escaped his parted lips every three or four seconds.

"Peter, up you get!" Ailsa Pettigrew called from outside the room. She counted to ten then opened the door to Peter's room. Most kids his age were very messy, and while Peter wasn't clean, he wasn't very dirty either. He had some clothes on the floor and a few candy wrappers littered around, but other than that everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be.

"Come on baby, it's September first." Ailsa said, shaking Peter's shoulder softly. Peter grunted But didn't wake up. Ailsa sighed and pulled her wand out of her pocket. She flicked it once and a loud BANG echoed throughout the room.

"Ah! What-what's going on?" Peter said, jumping up the second he heard the bang.

"It's September first, honey." Ailsa said, her sandy colored hair tied back in a low bun at the nape of her neck. She wore an apron around her waist and a light blue shirt and the air around her smelled faintly of freshly baked goods like it always did. Ailsa loved baking, and she and Peter used to bake every day together. But recently Peter had been stressing about school, so Ailsa left him alone.

"Oh-it starts today?" Peter's eyes widened. Ailsa chuckled.

"Yes, it does. Up you get. Change and come down for breakfast."

"Oh-okay." Peter said, slipping out of his bed. Peter made his way to his dresser while Ailsa left the room. He grabbed a long sleeved red shirt and a pair of pants and slipped on his clothes.

Peter would never tell his mother or father, well, not today at least, but Peter was absolutely terrified to go to Hogwarts. Who knew what would happen. Who would be in his year? Would he make friends? Would anyone like him?

And, of course, there was that nagging feeling that September the first mattered a lot more than it should...

"Come on Peter, we're going to be late!" Winston's voice called. Peter jumped up and put on his shoes before racing to the kitchen.

"There you are sleepy-head!" Ailsa said, hugging Peter and kissing the top of his head.

"My boy, going to be a wizard!" Winston exclaimed, gripping Peter's shoulder tightly. "Make me proud, son."

Peter nodded. Peter looked a lot more like his father than his mother, except for his hair. He had the same eyes as his father and the same nose shape. The same lips and the same eyebrows. The only difference was that Winston was-obviously-older, and Winston had dark brown hair.

"Let's get going, we're going to be late!" Ailsa said, grabbing her handbag and making her way outside.

"How are we getting there mum?" Peter asked.

Ailsa pointed to the road where a bright yellow car sat, the sunlight bouncing off its windows.

"Your father was able to pull in a favor with the Ministry." Ailsa explained. "They lent us a car."

"Oh." Peter nodded in understanding. How his father had managed such a feat when he didn't have any ties with the Ministry-that Peter was aware of at any rate-was the part that confused him.

"Let's go then." Winston said, lacing his fingers through Ailsa's. Peter fake gagged and walked to the car, Winston's laughter echoing behind him.

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When the Pettigrew family arrived at King's Cross Station, it was thirty minutes to 11:00, the exact time the train left.

"Okay, here we are. Want me to go with you your first time?" Winston asked, pointing at the wall between platforms nine and ten.

"Erm..." Peter thought about it for a second before deciding that he wanted to try this alone the first time.

"I get it, go on Petey." Winston said, reading the look on Peter's face perfectly.

Peter walked briskly toward the wall, before beginning to jog, then full on sprinting, as quickly as his legs would take him. About a meter away from the wall he closed his eyes tightly.

And when he opened them again he was staring at the scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express.

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Sirius

Sirius Black lay in his black silk bed, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. He couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts. It was still dark out though. The whole house was quiet, the kind of quiet that leaves a sort of weight in the air, like if you break the silence all sorts of bad things would happen.

Even though he knew nothing would happen if he made a noise, Sirius lay absolutely still, trying his hardest to keep his breathing even and slow so if his mother or father glanced in the room all he had to do was snap his eyes closed and he looked asleep.

Sirius longed for the freedom Hogwarts would bring. He was already thinking about growing his hair out long, wearing leather jackets-who knows? He was terrified, of course. If he followed the 'protocol' for all members of the House of Black, he would be in Slytherin, he would hate all muggle borns, hate anyone who disagrees with his family-basically he'd be the male version of Bellatrix Black, Sirius' first cousin and someone the family seemed to adore. They loved Sirius too-in their own way-but they didn't know it was all an act. Granted he never had to participate much in conversations-he was 'too young to have opinions'-but he couldn't stand listening to it. Listening to his parents say that muggle borns are good for nothing and should just be wiped out. They were too big of cowards to do anything about it, but you could bet that they would support anyone who had their views on the 'issue.'

Despite all that, Sirius still hoped his family would accept him. That they would perhaps... change? It was a lot to ask, but who knows. Anything could happen.

About two hours or so later, Sirius heard Kreacher start moving about.

"Master Sirius, time to get up." Kreacher croaked, startling Sirius who hadn't even heard the house elf enter the room.

"Uh-yeah okay." Sirius stuttered, slipping out of bed. Kreacher looked Sirius up and down, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. Kreacher had never really liked Sirius.

"You don't want to be late." Kreacher said, exiting the room. Sirius sighed and grabbed his clothes.

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"Come along Sirius." Walburga instructed. "Don't slouch." Sirius straightened his spine and stared straight in front of him.

"Now remember, any mudbloods say anything to you, you put them in their place." Orion said. Sirius grimaced internally.

"Yes father." he said mechanically. He couldn't wait to get away from this.

"I expect no lower than E on any of your grades." Walburga added as they neared the platform. A sandy haired boy ran through the platform and his parents followed at a brisk walk.

"Yes mother." Sirius said.

"Go through the wall. Don't run, it isn't civilized." Orion said. 

Regulus stood behind his parents and brother, taking in every word they spoke. Sirius had always been the favorite, but now that he was going to Hogwarts, Regulus got his chance to prove that he was worthy to his parents.

"Yes father." Sirius said, pushing his cart toward the wall. He walked through it at a brisk pace, his back straight and his eyes focused on the space right in front of him.

Soon he was facing the Hogwarts Express, the train that would take him to freedom. 

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