The Secret Files of The Marauders

2: Love and War

The next day, Harry was not surprised that Hermione was in the kitchen, making breakfast. She tended to visit once in a while without telling him, since she worries about his well-being ever since he decided to live alone. Her visits were numbered, though, because he invited Ginny to live with him some time ago, and was scheduled to pack her bags next month.

"What time is it?" He asked her, looking for the clock.

"Late," Hermione stated bluntly. "something that would happen if you didn't sleep early. Care to share?"

Before Harry could say anything, Ron entered the kitchen, looking as tired as a father from work. He wasn't shocked to see his girlfriend, either.

"Ronald, why do you look like a war went on in your room?" Hermione asked him politely, though there was still a scolding tone in her voice.

"Er..."

"Being an Auror is a dangerous job! It requires good rest and perfect health! Why don't both of you get it? You can get killed!" Hermione went on for a good half an hour, before finally asking the important question.

"What were you doing last night, anyway?"

Harry was taken back from his little world that blocked out his friend's voice and remembered the map. He immediately ran to his room, ignoring Hermione's protests, and brought back the map, showing it to her.

"I found something yesterday. We sort of spent the whole night reading it."

"Reading?" Hermione exclaimed disbelievingly.

"You would've been proud." Ron told his girlfriend.

The witch crossed her arms and had a suspicious look in his eyes. "What makes you think I'm stupid enough to believe that?"

"It's the truth." Harry insisted. "Look." He once again took out his wand and pointed the tip at the parchment, saying the words clearly. The letters with the same script returned, spelling out word for them to read.

Messer Prongs shall take it from here

"Take what from here?" Hermione wondered aloud.

"The marauders preserved their memories of Hogwarts here. So we'll be able to read it." Harry explained. Hermione's eyes widened.

"It's like a pensive, except with words." The girl commented.

"Exactly." Ron said.

"Genius." She muttered. The two boys stared at her and shrugged.

The first time James and Sirius met Peter was in the dorm. Remus was there with them, but he was already in bed, curtains closed shut.

Peter was a small, shy boy who looked like he was nine back then (Messer Wormtail resents that). His voice was so quiet that they had a hard time speaking to him at first.

"Hey, I'm James Potter, and this isSirius Black. What's your name?" James began.

"P-PeterPettigrew." Peter muttered.

"Sorry? Didn't catch that." Sirius said.

Peter repeated, this time with a louder voice.

"Nice to meet you, Pete." James grinned, taking his hand and shaking it.
Then, they launched into a conversation that lasted the rest of the night.

One day, James, Sirius and Peter entered the great hall, and stuffed their mouths like normal boys do (Messer Moony comments that table manners aren't half bad). They also talked about what kind of tricks they want to learn, and were in the middle of agreeing with James' desire to turn into animals when the most musical and melodious voice spoke to them.

"You won't learn that until third year, and, even then, it's almost impossible."

The three looked to their side to see a beautiful red-haired angel with the most brilliant eyes. Lily Evans.

"Did we ask, Evans?" Sirius glared at her as he spoke. James wondered how he had the ability to be mad as such a pretty girl.

"I'm just saying, you might as well shoot down that dream, because the only way to turn into an animal is to become an Animagus, and that's nearly impossible for your levels." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. Merlin, she was so smart.

Harry and Ron burst out laughing. Hermione, unfortunately, didn't share the joke.

"What's so funny?"

Ron calmed down a bit to respond. "She sounds just like you!" He said, and then started laughing again.

The Muggle-born looked scandalized. "What? I don't act like her at all!"

"When you were eleven, probably." Harry said.

"Yeah, and good thing, too. I couldn't stand you back the-" He stopped because his girlfriend was glaring at him, daring him to continue. "Nevermind!"

"Let us dream! We don't need a know-it-all like you telling us what's impossible and what's not!" Sirius yelled at her. James felt like beating him up for yelling at the girl.

Suddenly, a long, loud fart came from Sirius' spot. Giggles and laughs came from the table, and Sirius himself was shocked. He turned to his right. Gideon Prewett was laughing out loud with his equally entertained brother and sister. Then he turned to his left. James and Peter were traitorously laughging as well.

"That wasn't me!" He immediately said, even if he knew no one would believe him.

"Don't worry, Black. We've all been there." Frank Longbottom, who was next to Lily, assured him in between fits of giggles.

"But it really wasn't me!" He continually insisted.

"Don't deny it anymore, Sirius. It'll just get worse if you do. Trust me." Peter said, trying to calm himself down.

Sirius huffed, and then took his things to storm out the Great Hall. On the way, another equally bad fart came from him. The whole room roared with laughter. The victim then glared at everyone in his way, and dramatically fled the room. James really felt sorry for his friend right there. Remus Lupin seemed to as well, much to his surprise, because he wasn't laughing at all and was, instead looking as calm as a pin while playing with his wand.

Later on, Sirius suddenly decided to visit the library. James and Peter didn't complain, though. So they all decided to go after lunch.

When they got there, Sirius seemed to spot Remus Lupin right away and immediately walking over to his table, sprouting nonsense about "it being your doing" and how "it was incredibly brilliant". Lupin responded with too-big-for-his-age and single words like "Psychopath" and "Preposterous".

James, however, didn't join Sirius in his rant and, instead, found a lovely girl reading alone next to a window, the sunlight perfectly lighting her brilliant red hair. Once again, Lily Evans.

He smirked and ran a hand through his hair. Then, he licked his lips and approached her table.

"Anything in their I would fancy?" He asked smoothly. Lily looked up from the book and frowned.

"Judging you from your performance in class, I'd have to say no." She replied honestly. James gave a charming smile.

"That's alright. I already see something else that does."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she closed her book. "I'm sorry; I'm quite busy right now. Try again in a few years."

"What's wrong with now?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm only eleven," She starts while beginning to pack up her things. "and, for another, you were very rude to my friend, Severus, when we were in the train."

"But I-"

"Me neither." And then she left. James then sat down on her seat and sighed. Peter, who's been there for the whole exchange but made no sound tried to comfort his friend.

"Cheer up, mate. You can try again next time."

He sighed again. "Yeah."

"Wait," Ron interrupted. "Your mum didn't like your dad?"

"That's not a nice thing for children to know." Hermione said, looking concerned.

"I've known since fifth year." Harry responded with a shrug. "Moony and Padfoot told me they started dating in their seventh."

"How did you know?" Ron asked. It's not like there were any opened pensives around, anyway.

"Er, I'll get back to you on that one."

Messer Wormtail would like to continue the next. ("Ratty Git" Ron spat)

James had kept trying again and again for the next seven years, but the Marauders have to focus on more important events, for example:

Our first prank

"Brilliant!" Harry grinned.

"Of course this is what you'd be looking for." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

We were already in second year when we did it. We were all in the great hall when the cause of the prank walked in. Lupin looked tired and angry, completely soaked in different colors of paint. This, of course, made Sirius just as angry. He stood up from the table
and ran to Lupin, taking him by the shoulders.

"Who did this to you?"

"What? When did they become friends again?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Just read, Ron." Harry said, eager to get to the pranking part.

Ever since Sirius found out that Lupin hated him because he thought he was like any other Black, and that he made him fart that day because he thought he was fighting Lily because she was a Muggle-born, Sirius had been trying to befriend him for ages. He thought Lupin had to be a nice bloke if he was willing to defend "an annoying, know-it-all hag" (he got a punch from James for that) that he didn't even know, despite the fact that he ignored everyone and refuse to make friends. Peter likes his friends, but sometimes he thought they can be such thickheads sometimes.

Lupin glared at him and jerked off his hands. "Don't touch me, you bloody git."

"Am I reading this right?" Harry and Ron looked back at her, not understanding what was wrong.

"That was Professor Lupin? But he's so mean!" Then, they understood. She wasn't here when they found out about it.

"We know. He's been like that since he met them." Harry informed her.

"Well, maybe he has trust issues. It's possible, with the secrets he keeps." Hermione ranted, thinking of ways to defend her former professor.

Sirius ignored what he just called him. "It was the Slytherins, was it? That was definitely typical of them."

"So what if it was?" The thin boy spat. "Not like you would care." he walked away from him after that.

Sirius walked back to his friends with a scowl. "We have to do something about those slimy snakes."

Peter's eyebrow was raised. "Why? It's not our business."

James shook his head. "Sirius is right. Those Slytherins need to be stopped."

"We'll get in trouble." Peter protested.

"If we don't get caught." Sirius told him

"How are we going to do it, then?" Peter asked. That left the two silent, until James snapped his fingers.

"We prank them."

Sirius grinned in agreement. Peter frowned.

"That doesn't seem like a good idea."

Sirius and James gasped. "My, Peter! you dare betray us like this?" James said, sounding hurt.

"Like I said, we'll get in trouble." Peter tried to reason again.

"And, like I said, only if we get caught!" Sirius sounded excitied, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"We're not idiots, Peter. There'll be loads of ways to go by undetected. You have nothing to worry about." James assured him.

"But-"

The bespectacled boy suddenly took him by the shoulders and shook him violently. "Don't leave us with this mission, Peter! Us friends need to stick together to shove truth and justice at the Slytherins' pointy faces and give them a quick kick down there! We need your loyalty and support with us or those slithery gits will pull down our trousers and make us do the Macarena!"

Peter contemplated as he was shook. He really didn't want to get in trouble, but he didn't want to stop being friends with James and Sirius. And he also didn't want to do the Macarena.

"Fine, I'll do it."

The shaking stopped, but James then hugged him tight and swung him around in the air. "Thank you, Peter! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Sirius stepped in while giving out little giggles. "Put him down, James. Poor bloke can't stand anymore."

James put him down and steadied him on his feet. Thank heavens for Sirius. Peter felt like he was going to puke.

"Wormtail wasn't that bad of a bloke back then." Harry commented. 'Wonder what happened."

"Probably a spell gone wrong messed with him." Ron muttered.