Albus and Scorpius

chapter 9

I'm actually hilarious and I am sorry to anyone who actually did enjoy this ... story. So... I know I said I was going to finish this story and then posted one chapter and then ghosted you all but I do think i'm going to carry on.. however slowly. so enjoy. 

Also the fact I was thinking of writing another story haha.... I might.

(Also I can't remember certain events that happen in the books so I suppose this might change direction from what's written in the books 'ha, like this isn't a book about time travel' )

A hesitant second year spoke up, "What's a Marauder?"

As Sirius was about to open his mouth, Remus looked like he was about to start praying to the gods and Ron, Harry and Hermione shared an amused grin.

"What's a Marauder? You ask. Well my dear, a Marauder is a-"

"A troublemaker, THE MARAUDERS" Mcgonagall interrupted with a emphasis on The Marauders, "Were a group of four boys who enjoyed to pull pranks and not do homework" she carried on after a moment of consideration "Well most of them" she aimed a look at Remus, who grinned back at her with a wink.

"So two of the Marauders are the werewolf ex-professor and the murderer Sirius Black?" the second year asked, looking questionably at Remus and Sirius.

"I thought we established that I'm not a murderer" Sirius said dramatically to Remus, who just looked at Sirus with fond exasperation.

"Who were the other Marauders?" questioned a seventh year.

Remus and Sirius's faces fell immediately, and Ron and Hermione squeezed Harry's hand. 

"They were our two other best friends at Hogwarts" Remus's eye twitched whilst he said this while Sirius wore an angry expression. 

"One was Jame's Potter" spoke Sirius and smiled sadly when saying it, he went to carry on but stopped himself just short. Remus went up and took Sirius's hand, 

"The other was Peter Pettigrew" Remus took over and  another student spoke up this time, a forth year 

"Peter Pettigrew? I thought Peter Pettigrew was killed by Sirius Black?" spoke the questioned forth year, nods were seen all around the hall.

"He's not dead" 

"He wasn't dead, Sirius didn't kill him. In fact we encountered him two years ago" 

"What?" Spoke Bill, a frantic edge to his voice, "What do you mean you encountered him? Where? How? Did you know about this?" Bill directed at his parents this time

"No, we did not. Ron what do you mean?"

Ron spoke this time, only his voice was filled with disgust and also a tinge of anger 

"In third year, in the shrieking shack" he started off, rushed and as though it still affected him, as though it was something he thought about often and never recovered from. Something that has greatly impacted him.