Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Sirius watched from the corner of the room as his mother held the new baby in her arms. She was talking to the next-door neighbor, who had come to visit and see the new baby. "His name is Regulus," Sirius's mother, Abigail, told the lady. "I'll raise this son right," she said, jerking her head in Sirius's direction.

Sirius Black was only four years old at the time. He was a little prankster, who loved attention and had a laugh that could make anyone smile. Well, almost anyone.

His mother, Abigail, and his father, Adam, despised their first-born son. Abigail and Adam were very respectable pureblood people. They were interested in the Dark Arts, and would fully support anyone who put the Dark Arts into action.

"What wrong with that child, Abigail?" the lady asked, looking over at Sirius in the corner. He stared at the lady with his big brown eyes, and then looked at his mother, as though daring her to answer in a mean way.

"Scum," was all Abigail said as a reply. She did not trouble at all to keep her voice down.

They always talked about Sirius as though he couldn't hear them. Although he didn't know exactly what 'scum' was, he knew it probably wasn't good.

Not long after, the lady from next-door left saying, "I'm sure Regulus will turn out to be a lovely, well brought up boy."

"Yes," Adam answered, "we will make sure he will be a proper wizard."

Sirius was up in his bedroom, but the voices echoed through the whole house. Why didn't his parent's like him? Why was he scum, whatever scum was?

Most four year olds would feel sad if their parent's didn't like them, but not Sirius. Sirius was so used to it by now, he could almost block it all out.

Little Sirius waddled over to his small window and looked up at the sky.

It was a clear night, and quite visible among the stars, was a perfect circle.

It was a full moon.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Somewhere across Britain, a boy the same age as Sirius was also looking at the full moon. Unlike Sirius, his parents did like him. Little Remus Lupin was sitting on his mother's lap, looking up at the sky. He and his family were sitting out on the porch in front of their house, looking at the full moon, and gazing at the stars.

Heidi and Donavan Lupin were astronomers of the wizarding world.

"Look, Remus," Donavan said, leaning over to his little son, he pointed to some stars in the sky. "There's the witch Glenda. She was famous for killing werewolves. She killed over two hundred. You can only see the constellation Glenda when it's a full moon," he explained to his son.

Remus oohed and aahed at the stars with his parents for about an hour, until they heard a crash in their house behind them.

Heidi sighed. "That must be Bregdon," she said, referring to the cat they owned. But when they got inside they saw it was not a cat, but a werewolf lurking in their kitchen.

Heidi screamed.

"What is that thing mommy?" Remus asked her.

But Heidi Lupin looked too thunderstruck to answer her son, and Donavan ran to grab the knife lying on a nearby cabinet.

Feeling as though he was getting no answers, little Remus walked forward toward the deadly animal.

"Remus!" Donavan cried, but it was too late. The wolf had pounced on the small boy, who was still looking interested in the animal. Suddenly, Remus cried in pain. The wolf's aim had been true, and he had sunk his sharp teeth into Remus's arm.

Donavan held the knife tight as he lunged forward, sinking the knife into the wolf, which gave a last moan, and fell to the ground, dead.

Remus held the wound in his right arm tightly with his left hand, as his parents rushed over to him.

Once Heidi saw the rush of blood coming from her only son's arm, she let out a scream of horror.

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Miles away, a mousy, chubby boy awoke with a start. He had had a dream. Something bad was happening to someone. They needed help... No, they were beyond help...Someone was screaming...

Confused by his dream, four year old Peter Pettigrew, wanted just to fall back to sleep but he couldn't. The world just didn't seem to be right at the moment. Something bad was happening in the wizarding world, Peter just didn't know quite what.

After deciding he couldn't fall back to sleep right now, Peter crept down the stairs to get some water.

When he got to his kitchen, he turned on the light and stood on tiptoe to get a glass and fill it to the brim with water.

With that, he went back up to bed with his cup of water.

After finishing all the liquid in the glass he fell into a rather uneasy sleep.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

It was the crack of dawn and James Potter was already up, attempting to wake his sleeping father. Today was the day four-year-old James would get his first flying lessons.

"Daddy, get up Daddy. You promised you would show me how to ride a broom today," James reminded him.

Eric Potter grunted, but reluctantly got up.

"Yay!" James cheered feeling better that he would finally get to learn.

Half and hour later, James and his father, Eric, were out in their back yard with the new Shooting Star broomstick. Eric showed James to put his hand over the broom and say 'up'.

The broom jumped into his small hand immediately. James smiled. "I did it Daddy!" he said.

Eric smiled. "Now put one leg over it, and push off." James did as he was told and giggled as he soared no more then six feet in the air.

"I can fly, Daddy, I can fly. Just like the owls do. I can do it too, Daddy," James said gleefully riding his broom back and forth.

Eric Potter laughed. Suddenly, the back door of the Potter house opened, and out walked a little girl with dirty-blonde hair, and blue eyes, the same color as her brother's. She was rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists and yawning.

"Good morning, Kendal!" shouted James from his broomstick.

"'Morning," Kendal answered. Then she noticed where James was. "Hey how come you gets to fly? Daddy can't I fly? I'm older then him!" she shouted.

Eric laughed again. And James said, landing next to his sister, "You're only two minutes older then me!"

The two twins bickered for a while, until their father brought out a second broomstick, so they could race.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Four Years Later

Inside the door of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, an eight-year-old boy with brown hair, and brown eyes lay on his bed, listening. Sirius Black did not really like what he heard, but he listened anyway.

Downstairs in the living room, which was directly under Sirius's bedroom, Adam Black was trying to teach his favorite son, Regulus, how to use a wand.

"Swish and flick, son. Good, just like that. Now say the words while you do that," Adam was telling his son.

As far as Adam was concerned, Regulus was his only son. Now a days, if someone mentioned Sirius, Adam had taken to saying, "Sirius who?" This only bothered Sirius a small amount, because when someone asked Sirius something about his father, Sirius had taken to saying, "What father?"

Down stairs, the stupid four-year-old boy was still trying to make a feather fly.

"Wishgordiso Levinosisio!" he shouted.

Sirius sighed. His brother Regulus was, to put it nicely, a moron. Adam Black had been very intelligent indeed. He passed some of his jeans to Sirius, considering Sirius was fairly clever, but none went to Regulus.

"That was very close. I think I might have seen the feather twitch, Regulus," Sirius heard his father say to his brother. This was obviously a lie, but Sirius was used to his father lying by now, since he did it so often.

Suddenly, the door to his room opened and the family house elf, Kreacher, walked in. "Hello young master. What is you doing lurking up here?" the elf asked suspiciously.

"This is my bedroom, Kreacher, so I'm free to lurk as I please," he said sardonically.

Kreacher muttered something that sounded like "Mistress treats him well and what does he do? He whines and tortures poor old Kreacher, and mistress. That is what the little brat does."

"My mother does not treat me well Kreacher, unless you're referring to when she grimaces every time I enter the room," snapped Sirius.

Kreacher ignored him and walked out the door.

Sirius walked over to the window and stared up at the sky. It was a full moon. He remembered the first day his mother had come home with Regulus. That day had been a full moon.

He hated full moons.

He wasn't the only one.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Heidi Lupin looked up at the sky, then at the retreating back of her only son, Remus. Heidi Lupin loathed full moons. On full moons she lost her son for a night.

When it was a full moon, Donavan Lupin would escort his son out into a small shed for the night. This way, Remus could not hurt anyone once he transformed into a werewolf. Donavan would lock his son in there until morning, when it was safe for him to come out again.

Heidi watched from the window as her little boy walked solemnly to the door of the shed, bid his father good-bye, and shut the door. Donavan took out his wand, muttered a few well-chosen words, and a purple light shot from his wand. The door was now locked.

Donavan returned to the house and sat down next to his wife at the window. The two parents watched the shed. They could hear his howls. They could see the small shed shaking slightly. This was their least favorite time of the month.

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Three Years Later

James Potter and his sister Kendal Potter spent most of their days in their backyard, flying on their brooms. The two eleven-year-olds had both turned out to be very good fliers. They could zoom above the trees and back down in a matter of seconds. They could dive down at the ground, and then pull out of the dive just before the handle of their brooms touched the ground.

Kendal had just landed on the ground to take a sip from her water bottle, when a brown tawny owl soared across the lawn and dropped two letters on her head. She picked them up and read the first one.

Kendal Potter

The Backyard

Godric's Hollow

The second one said:

James Potter

Broomstick in the Air

Godric's Hollow

"James," she yelled, "your have a letter!" James soared out from behind a tall oak tree and zoomed down, landing next to his sister.

She handed him his letter and he tore it open, stared at the parchment for a second or two, then said simply to his sister, "I've been excepted in Hogwarts."

"Me too," said his sister, a considerable amount more excited then he was. "Lets show mom and dad." And with that, she turned and ran to the house with her broom in one hand, her letter in the other.

James however hoped on his broom and followed her at the level of her shoulder.

The two ran into the kitchen where their parents were sitting.

"Look mom! I got into Hogwarts!" Kendal said, running over to Holly Potter and showing her the letter.

"Very good sweetie," she said, handing the letter across the table so Eric Potter could read it. She then added, "Did you get one James?"

James had been swooping around the kitchen on his broomstick, and as an answer, he swooped over his mother's head and dropped a letter onto the table in front of her. She read it and said, "Good job James."

Holly and Eric Potter were very proud of their children. They would soon start wizarding school!

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"Remus, you've been excepted at Hogwarts!" Heidi Lupin cried to her eleven-year-old son. "You did it! You did it!"

Remus smiled. His parents hadn't thought any school would accept him, considering his problem once a month, but the first school they asked, took him in with open arms.

"We'll have to go to Diagon Alley right away to get all your things. You'll need books, from Flourish and Blotts of course. Then a wand. We can get that from Ollivanders. And robes from Madam Malkins. And I suppose we could even get you and owl. Yes, yes, and owl is in order. Don't you think so Donavan?"

Remus Lupin had hardly been listening to what his mother was saying. He was going to school. He was going to learn magic. But best of all, he was going to make friends.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Mr. and Mrs. John and Anna Pettigrew were very surprised to see an owl swoop into their window, on July 27th. They had not expected their son, Peter, to get into Hogwarts, or any wizarding school at that matter.

This was all do to the fact they figured young Peter was a squib. A squib is someone born into a magical family, with no magic powers what so ever. The whole Pettigrew family thought Peter was a squib.

So, Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew were very surprised to see the owl land gracefully on their kitchen table, directly in front of Peter. Peter removed the letter from the owls leg with fumbling hands.

Was this what he thought it was? Had his parents been wrong in saying he had not the trace of magic in him?

Apparently so, because the letter was from Hogwarts, saying a boy named Peter Pettigrew was accepted. Peter was extremely happy.

He ran around the house yelling, "I did it! I'm in!" when he ran back into the kitchen, he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his face. This didn't bother him though, because he was finally going to learn magic.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

When Sirius Black stepped into the kitchen for dinner, the room was completely silent. This was odd, because usually his parents were discussing ways to kill muggle-borns, and usually his idiot brother, Regulus, was banging on plates with his spoon.

But tonight the room was quiet when Sirius entered. It was an eerie kind of quiet. Six-year-old Regulus was sitting silently; his face was red from crying. It was likely that Adam Black yelled at him to stop making noise and he had burst into tears.

Sirius took his place at the table without a word. He began eating the soup in front of him, choosing not to ask any questions about the lack of noise.

"You have a letter," Adam Black said suddenly. Sirius looked up. Why would he get a letter? No one even knew that he existed, so how did he get a letter?

The same thought must have been in his parents mind because they both seemed annoyed in a surprised sort of way. Kreacher, the house elf, slipped into the room and handed Sirius a letter while muttering, "You ungrateful piece of filth. You is not fit to wipe slime off your parent's shoes, you is not."

Sirius ignored the house elf and tore open the envelope and read.

"I'm accepted into Hogwarts!" he said excitedly looking up at his parents, hoping for one fleeting moment they would pretend to be happy for him. But they just stared at him, unblinking, not answering.

So Sirius chose to go back to eating his soup, quietly, not wanting to disturb the now very uneasy silence that lay over the room.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The trip to Diagon Alley had been fun for James and Kendal Potter. They had gotten all their books, robes, cauldrons, and best of all; their wands. But now it was the night before they left for Hogwarts, and the Potter children were very apprehensive.

They didn't really know what to expect at Hogwarts, or who to expect. The some of the fun was wearing off, and the nerves were creeping in.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Peter Pettigrew was ready. He was nerves, yes, but hoping to learn some magic soon. He wanted to curse all of the people that made fun of him when he was younger.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

It was dawn when Sirius Black woke up. Although he was packed, he walked around his room one more time, checking in case he forgot something. He hadn't. He was ready to go to Hogwarts, to get away from his parents, to get away from his brother, to get away from Kreacher, to get away from the house. But most of all, to get away from the horrible memories.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Remus Lupin was so excited. He was going to be (finally) allowed to be with people his own age. When he was home he usually kept to himself, because most people knew he was a werewolf and didn't want to do things with him. At Hogwarts, he would get a clean start and no one would no his secret. He could make some new friends.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

All four boys arrived on the platform within the same ten minutes. None of them knew this, though.

Sirius was first to arrive. His parents were quickest, because they wanted to get rid of him. They showed him onto the platform, were the train stood. He said good-bye to them, but they did not hear him as they had already Apparated back home.

Sirius got and empty compartment, and settled himself for a long ride.

James and Kendal arrived next. They charged though the barrier, laughing with each other. They kissed their parents, and boarded the train.

Finding no empty compartments, James asked the brown haired boy if they could sit with him.

"Of course," Sirius answered. And the three eleven-year-olds began to talk.

Out in Kings Cross station, a chubby boy with a round face had arrived. He was with his parents, who told him to go through the barrier.

But, as Peter was not so clever, he ran into the barrier between platforms 8 and 9, causing him to smash into solid wall and get a bloody nose. His mother sighed and repaired it with a wave of her wand, and steered him into the correct barrier.

He also joined James, Sirius and Kendal in their compartment. He joined happily into the conversation, though a little nerves.

Not long after Peter had crossed the barrier, Remus and his parents entered the station. They saw Remus onto the platform, said good-bye, and be careful, and he set off to find a compartment.

Remus slid open the door to a random compartment and asked if he could sit with them. The random compartment he had chosen, happened to hold James, Sirius, Peter, and Kendal. They said yes, and all began talking about their families.

When it was Peter's turn, he left out the part that his family thought he was a squib. He didn't want his knew friends to know that.

Remus left out the small detail about being a wolf. For good reason too.

Sirius, James, and Kendal told the full story, leaving out nothing.

Sirius was not ashamed that his family hated him. He actually had a hint of pride in his voice when he told them.

So that's how the Marauders met. Of course they weren't troublemakers yet. Yet.