Fanfiction is something I'll never take for granted. It allows up to snap out of the reality and dive into a ready-made world that was created for readers. In this case, the world is of J.K. Rowling. Creating out own memories in this world allows our imaginations to run free. Through the Harry Potter books, I've laughed, cried and really set my brain to work on all the mysteries involved.
One story always intrigued me, the story that was mentioned every so often, but never fully told. The story of the Marauders is perhaps more mysterious to me in some ways. James, Sirius, Lily, Remus and Peter shaped Harry and all that he has become. When J.K. Rowling said that she wasn't going to do a prequel, my heart dropped. I was really hoping she would. But then, I thought of all the plans I could have for the Marauders. And so, I wanted to write about it for a long time, but never really found an excuse. Plus, I'm a fourteen year old in high school, so of course writing with my workload seemed … impossible.
I finally started this project as a birthday present for one of my good friends. I was so glad to be given an excuse to write that I just dove into the story, all thoughts forgotten. Within the first day, I had already written out ten chapters and planned the next couple of chapters. I have to admit; I'm obsessed. I was, and I still am. I wanted to write about Remus and his transformations, his fear of the moon, his rise from frightened, lonely boy to a strong man with friends. I wanted to write about James and Lily, their love, their defiances against the Dark Lord. I wanted to write about Sirius and his hidden golden heart, the one that people often miss because they concentrate on his last name . I wanted to write about Peter, once a friend but now a traitor, causing the death of his friends. But I didn't want to simply just write. I wanted to feel. I wanted to feel every word. I wanted to look around and see myself in the midst of Hogwarts at the time where the Marauders ruled the school. Because that's what writing is supposed to do. It's supposed to transport you into the story, make you laugh, cry and feel. And that's exactly what I found myself doing.
Harry, Ron and Hermione will always be in our hearts, even when J.K. Rowling finishes the Harry Potter books with their seventh and last year of school adventures. Their lives will be explained and all mysteries solved with the final touch of her pen. But then, four important lives remain a mystery. The lives of James, Peter, Remus, Sirius in addition to Lily may go on forever in his memory. What they truly were, how J.K. Rowling planned their lives out to be, we can only speculate.
Join me on a magical journey spanning the years of the famous Marauders, from when Lily Evans first gets her letter to when Sirius is wrongly accused to the death of the Potters. This story will stay forever true to what Ms. Rowling already has in the books. All the information is pretty much canon. If I make mistakes, feel free to point them out to me. Constructive criticism is highly welcomed and loved. While the adventures of Harry Potter end, a new but older adventure begins with four friends.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters except the couple of OCs, they belong to the great J.K. Rowling. The following passage also belong to J.K. Rowling. This disclaimer goes for the entire story, not just this chapter.
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31.
It was an unbelievable day, a different kind of day. It was the day that everything changed. For better or for worse, only time could tell; but it was one of those days that changed lives forever. It was the day that magic entered into the common Muggle world.
And so, as Lily Evans stared at the letter, her wide green eyes filled with joy. The force of the grip she was exerting on the piece of parchment should have made it crumple, but it didn't. It remained firmly clasped in her hand, blaring out those words. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It had been breakfast time at the Evans' house. Lily had finished her breakfast early and offered to get the morning post. Everything was going normally, just as normal as any other day. So it was indeed a shock when Lily found that a surprise was waiting for her in the hallway when she arrived at the front door, a handsome brown own with a letter attached to its leg perched unblinkingly on her window.
At the time, Lily didn't know it, but this was the letter that would change her life and the life of others for years and years to come. This was the letter that unknowingly changed fates and destinies for generations. It was the letter that made her. It was the letter that broke her. Her destiny was sitting right in front of her.
"This is it!" she squealed out loud, heart beginning to pound mercilessly. She ripped opened the letter eagerly, and gingerly removed the pieces of parchment. Gasping in delight, she flipped to the second page, and saw all her school materials lined out for her. "It's finally happening!"
"What is it, Lily dear?" Mrs. Evan asked, coming up to her daughter. Her red hair, so similar to that of Lily's, dropped lazily over her face. "What's that?" She pointed to the letter.
Lily handed her mother the letter. Mrs. Evans read the letter, her eyes widening slowly in shock.
There was an awkward silence as Lily stared at her mother and her mother stared at the letter. Lily had just realized that she had never told her mother what Severus had told her.
"Unbelievable," Mrs. Evans muttered, breathing heavily.
Lily didn't know why her mother was acting this strange, when she wasn't supposed to know anything about Hogwarts. "Mum?" Lily asked meekly, ignoring the mutters.
Mrs. Evans seemed to snap out of a daydream. She turned to look at her daughter. "Yes, dear?"
Before Lily could ask if her mother was alright, there was a sharp knock on the door. Mrs. Evans frowned, approached the front door, and opened it. On the porch was a stately-looking witch dressed in clean, emerald robes, a piece of paper held loftily in her hands. Her spectacles were placed neatly on the bridge of her nose. "Good morning," she said. "I come from the Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts' transfiguration teacher. Is this - " she paused to check her paper. "Lily Evans' residence?"
"Yes," Lily said breathlessly, peering out from behind her mother. This must be the staff member sent to inform her parents because she was muggle-born.
"Will you come in?" Mrs. Evans asked, staring.
"Thank you," McGonagall said, stepping into the house and closing the door behind her.
"Um...would you like to sit down?" Mrs. Evans asked, gesturing toward the living room.
"This will only take a minute," McGonagall said. "I take it you received the letter?"
Mrs. Evans looked down at her hand. "I - oh yes," she said.
Just then, two figures appeared in the entrance hall. "What's going on?" Mr. Evans asked. Petunia was trotting behind him, eyes bulging. Lily turned quickly away from her sister.
"As I was informing Mrs. Evans and Lily here, Lily is a certified witch. She has magical blood in her," McGonagall said without smiling. "I am here to assure you that the letter is not a hoax. Hogwarts is the best magical school in Britain, if I do say so myself, and your daughter has a place there."
She paused for a moment. Petunia turned paler, and her eyebrows ascended further and further to her hairline.
"Of course, Ms. Evans is not obligated to attend. It is up to you -" she gestured to Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans, who were both staring, " - as guardians to decide. We expect to hear a reply by owl as soon as possible. Use the one that was used to deliver your letter; it will know where to go."
The silence was deafening.
Professor McGonagall seemed unperturbed. "Any questions?" she asked briskly.
"So this is real," Lily said in an awed whisper. Severus was right, and she had believed him, but now that everything was right in front of her..
"Yes, it is," McGonagall said, lips becoming less thin. "Now, if there is no further questions, I must leave. I have a couple more households to visit." She looked at them all for another moment. "Nothing?"
"W-Will she be safe there?" Mr. Evans spoke up anxiously.
For the first time, Professor McGonagall almost smiled. "I believe she will be, yes," she said. "Good day to you all." With a swish of her cloak, she opened the door, stepped outside, and vanished from sight.
Lily closed the door, deep in thought, as many feelings shot through her. Part of her was immediately extremely worried. If she went to this Hogwarts, she would be leaving her own world and entering the world of magic, a world her family didn't know about. Lily didn't show it, but she had insecurities. Would she make new friends, would she like this Hogwarts? She had Severus, but she couldn't always depend on one person. And was she willing to give up everything that she had known these past eleven years of her life for something so...foreign?
Yet another part of her was incredibly excited, pushing out all the nervous feelings. She would be learning magic! She could already envision herself with her wand in hand, performing a myriad of spells to help everyone. She wanted to go...she wanted to go so badly. She needed something new. She needed time away from her predictable life. She couldn't go around school anymore, facing the same math challenges and the same bleak future. She needed hope that she would become something. And maybe...just maybe...Hogwarts could give her that.
"So," Mrs. Evans asked carefully. "It's up to you."
"What is?" Lily asked, still in awe.
"It's your decision on whether you want to go or not. Your father and I will support your decision, no matter what you do. We'll always behind you, a hundred percent."
Lily paused for a moment. She looked back at her letter, then at her mother. A slow grin made its way across her face, and she nodded at her mother. "Yes, I do want to go."
Her mother smiled at her. "Your choice."
"You're just going to let her go?" Petunia spoke up for the first time, voice quivering. "You're just going to...let her leave, with these weird people?" She raised her head and looked Lily in the eyes. There was no joy in them, no happiness, no nothing. They showed no emotion. They were blank.
"Honey, it's Lily's choice," Mr. Evans said, almost placatingly.
"Petunia?" Lily said meekly. She was confused. "I want to go. You already know, Severus -"
"Severus!" she shrieked, making everyone jump. "You want to be what he is? Dressing in smocks, grease in his hair..." She drew herself up to her full height. "I am glad that I'm not what you two are."
There was a deadly silence.
"No, Tuney," Lily said hollowly, clearly hurt. She tried to defend Snape, but nothing came out.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Petunia shrieked, pointing at Lily. "DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR ME!"
"That's enough," Mrs. Evans said, voice raised.
"NO!" Petunia screamed. "GO TO YOUR...SCHOOL! GO! AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
Lily bit her lip. Trembling, she opened her mouth again, but before she could say anything, Petunia spun around. With one last vindictive look at Lily, she stomped up the stairs loudly. Every step that she took seemed to stab Lily once in the heart. Lily heard a door slam loudly on the second floor, shaking the entire house.
The echoing silence grew louder.
"Lily," Mrs. Evans started, watching Lily with concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"
Lily looked around to her mother, her green eyed shining with tears. "No," she whispered. Blinking back the urge to cry with all the self-restraint she had left, she too ran up the stairs, her red hair billowing behind her. Mrs. Evans heard a second door slam.
Mrs. Evans gazed at her husband helplessly.
"They'll be okay," he whispered, trying to assure as much her as himself.
Lily staggered to her bed, unable to see straight. She had wanted her sister to be happy for her, and Petunia wasn't. Deep down in her heart Lily knew that she wouldn't have been. Slumping down on her bed, she finally let out the flowing tears. The hot liquid ran down her face, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see. She was miserable. Lily cried and cried for what seemed like forever. Her blurry eyes traveled to the open window. The sunlight was streaming in, bright and warm. She had opened the door in the morning, gotten the mail and had seen the beaming sun. She had thought that this was to be a good day, a different day, and she was horribly wrong. Even though it was still bright outside, her world was now marred by a thick cloud of complete darkness.
What she envisioned wasn't this...Severus had painted a grandiose image in her head, where everyone was happy and excited. She didn't think she would be losing her sister.
She finally stood up, still sobbing. Her legs wobbled unsteadily. If her own sister wouldn't accept her in her own home, there was nothing to lose by going to Hogwarts. She had nothing to lose, not anymore.
She would make new friends. She would do well in her classes. She would make her parents proud of her, proud of her for making something of her life. As for Petunia, she would come around. Lily knew she would. And if she didn't, Lily thought, I could always magic some sense into her, once I learned enough.
Her emerald eyes gazed at the fireplace, lost. She didn't want to go, or did she? Lily shook her head impatiently, mad at herself. Of course she was going. This was real. This was real life. This gave her a chance to do things she would have never imagined possible. She didn't want to be an accountant or a housewife like her parents were. She wanted something better, much more ambitious.
Grabbing a piece of paper shakily from her desk, Lily wrote a letter asking questions and asking for instructions on how to get the school materials. She breathed heavily, willing herself not to start crying again. Her pen shook in her hands, making her usually neat writing a bit wobbly. But still, she was determined. No regrets. Finally satisfied, she folded the piece of paper up and stuck it in an envelope.
The owl from downstairs had flown up and out. It was now perched on her windowsill. Tying the letter to the owl to the best of her ability, Lily watched as the owl took of and soared out the window, wings spread wide open into the beaming afternoon sun.