Chapter 1 : Meeting the Marauders
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It was the first of September, and I was sitting in King’s Cross station. I stared at platforms nine and ten, same as I had been doing for at least a half hour. I had ten minutes until my train left and no clue where my platform was. Frustrated, I got up, ready to ask one of the muggles, hoping that platform 9 ¾ actually did exist, and that one of them knew where it was. Just as I found someone who didn’t seem to be in a hurry, I saw four boys, all with trunks and robes and owls walk right through the barrier between platforms. I stopped where I stood and stared for a few seconds after. That, I said to myself, must be the way.
I was obviously one of the last people to board the train; almost all of the compartments seemed to be jam-packed. When I finally found one seemingly empty, I opened the door and looked in. I regretted my decision shortly afterwards. In the corner closest to the door, out of sight to people looking in, were two blondes snogging. I closed the door as quickly as possible, then walked away, feeling slightly sick. The next compartment I came to contained only one person, whose gender was indistinguishable at first. His or her long, greasy black hair hid everything except for a large hooked nose.
“Uhm, do you mind if I sit here?” I asked.
He or she looked up at me. “You can sit here if you like.” As I took a step into the compartment, he (his voice proved he was male) quickly added, “but I would rather you didn’t.”
I stepped back out. He seemed contented, and picked up a book that had been sitting next to him. I rolled my eyes, closed the door, and walked away. Obviously everyone in Hogwarts isn’t friendly. I walked past more compartments, wondering when I’d come across one that wasn’t full. I looked at my watch; two minutes until the Hogwarts Express started up and left the station. Perfect, just great. I leaned against one of the doors, and looked into the compartment across from me. In it were the four boys who had showed me how to get onto the platform. What’ve I got to lose? I thought. Then, I walked over and opened the door.
“You mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is…” I tried to find a better word, but failed. “Full.”
The one closest to me nodded and moved over to make some room.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling back at him.
“No problem.” He said with a smile. “I’m Sirius Black. And you are…?”
“Janet White, call me Jay.”
Sirius shook my hand. He had dark eyes and shaggy, dark hair. “Nice to meet you Jay.”
Then, the boy sitting next to him with the messy hair, hazel eyes, and glasses introduced himself as James, and the small, mousy boy told me his name was Peter. The fourth, who looked much older than seventeen, was reading and hadn’t even noticed that I had arrived. James laughed and kicked him in the shin.
“Ouch! What do you want James?” He turned and saw me.
“Moony,” James said, still laughing “meet Jay. Jay, this is –“
The boy James had called Moony cut him off, “I’m Remus Lupin. It’s Nice to meet you.”
We both smiled & shook hands. I was doing a lot of smiling that day. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“So, you must be new to Hogwarts. Where are you from?” Sirius asked.
“Somewhere in America, correct?” Remus guessed.
I nodded. “New Jersey. How’d you guess?”
“Well, the accent made it pretty obvious.”
I laughed a little. “Touché. So, why don’t you guys tell me about Hogwarts?”
They told me about the houses, especially their house, Gryffindor. Then they talked about teachers, classes, friends (including a certain Lily Evans, who according to Sirius had rejected James a grand total of one hundred-forty-two times), how they called themselves the Marauders and how they each had a special nickname, and enemies (which mostly included Slytherins).
Somehow, as all things do with guys, this all led to Quidditch.
“Guys,” Remus said. “Jay doesn’t want to hear about Quidditch.”
“Are you kidding?!” I asked. “I love Quidditch! You’d have to be crazy not to.” I looked at him and Peter who didn’t seem to be enjoying the conversation as much as the rest of us, and quickly added, “No offense.”
“None taken,” they replied together.
“Anyway,” James interrupted, “do you play, or are you just a fan?”
“I play of course!”
“Us too,” Sirius said, referring to him and James. “What position?”
“Seeker,” James replied. “Hey, maybe you could join the team.”
“Uhm, Prongs, you may have forgotten, but I’m Keeper for Gryffindor,” Sirius said.
“Not if she’s better than you Pads. You do remember which of us is captain don’t you?” James smirked at him, and Sirius stuck his tongue out at me.
The three of us laughed, but Remus shook his head. “How are you all so sure that she’ll be in Gryffindor? There’s no guarantee about which house she’ll be in.”
We all frowned at him. “Why do you always take away all the fun, Remmy?” Sirius asked.
Remus grimaced as he heard the nickname. “Don’t call me Remmy. You know how much I hate that name.” He then looked at his watch. “We’ll be arriving soon. We should put on our robes.” We nodded and pulled our school robes on over our clothes. It was beginning to get dark and I was exhausted; I hadn’t gotten a decent amount of sleep the night before. I slowly drifted into sleep while watching Remus and Sirius play a game of wizard’s chess (Remus was winning by a long shot).
“Jay, we’re here, wake up!”
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