Marauder's Four
DISCLAIMER - The characters being mentioned in this fic in no way belong to me, I am making no money from this, so J. K. Tell your lawers to go home, take a night off, and watch some TV
SUMMARY - While cleaning his dorm room, Harry finds the secret to his parents teenage life. But will the truth about the Marauder's seventh year change Harry's whole life?
A/N -Ok, the title of this fic may seem a little odd, but it will make more sense after a few more chapters.
Please Read and Review, I will be your best friend
Oh, and like my other fics, I know the spelling and gramma sucks, please just try and deal with it!
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31 May, 1977
Lily glanced aroung the seventh year boy dorm room. It was empty of all belongings of its former inhabitants.
Today was the last day of Lily's seventh year of Hogwarts. And now she stood, in the dormitory with James, Peter, Sirius and Remus. Sirius was kneeling by the wall, his pocket knife in his hand, carving into the large stone behind James' bed.
Before them on the floor was a large wooden box, which had been hand crafted by Peter. The latters M, W, P, P & L had been carved into the lid.
"Are we ready to do this?" Remus asked.
"I think so" James replied.
"Ok, so we ahould just say what we are each adding to the box" Sirius smiled, moving to the group and returning his knife to his pocket.
"I am leaving the written appology that I got from Snape" Peter began, placing the parchment in the box "and also a few of my 100% potions assignments to help the gryffindors of the future"
"I am leaving some of my poems" Sirius began and then shot James an evil look when he began to laugh, "and a few photos of us...and my knife" He added his things to the box.
"I am going to leave my pendant" Remus told the others, removing his warewolf tooth pendant from his neck. "and a few pictures"
"I guess I am leaving my quidditch robes, and the quidditch cup game snitch" James told the group and then added his belongings to the box. All of the boys turned to lily.
"I am not leaving much, just my diary from this year" Lily told them, the boys smiled.
She may have said that it was not much, but the truth was, she was offering a year of her life to the future gryffindors who would find their time capsual. The year had been long, and full of surprises for every one. Lily had written down everything, every event, in detail, and all of her thoughts and feelings. She was quite aprehensive about leaving her heart and soul in a box for any one to find.
Lily nervously moved forward, and placed her diary in the box. James added one last peice of parchment to the box, then Peter put the lid on and then locked it.
"What if no one ever finds it?" Remus asked
"Then we will come back...in 20 years, we will come back and open the box and reminise" Sirius told the others.
"Is that a promise?" Peter asked
"That is a promise, little buddy" James smiled.
Sirus picked up the sealed box and tapped on the stone he had carved. The large, heavy stone moved away, revealing a hollow in the dorm wall. Sirius fitted the box in the wall, and then closed it up again.
Using his wand, James carved arrows in the floor pointing towards the stone, and then moved the bed back.
"Time to leave" Lily sighed. they all smiled softly and then looked around.
"20 years will go really fast" James told his friends, they all nodded.
Soon, the boys all began to leave, only Lily remained, She looked around the room, remembering seven years of memories.
And the one year of memories that was now closed up in the wall.
"20 years" she whisperer to herself, then turned, and left the room.
*****
Over the years, the look of the boys dorm changed, and the very next year, a bed was place in against the wall that had the stone in it.
A bed, that had once belonged to James Potter, and in the future, would belong to Harry
*****
1997
Quidditch training had been canceled.
Harry Potter, captin of the gryffindor quidditch team had canceled the training for the day due to the storm that was raging outside. In his fifth year, when he had been voted captian, he had promised his team he would never make them train in the rain the way Wood had. And for that, the team was forever greatful.
So now all of the gryffindors were inside, just like the rest of the school, was confined to the inside of the castle. People were all around the common room, some were talking, some were playing exploding snap, some, like head girl Hermione Granger, were studying, and some, like gryffindor quidditch stars Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, were playing wizards chess
"Knight to H3...check mate, mate" Ron smiled across the table as his knight moved forward two squares and across one, boxing in Harry's king.
"That is so not fair" Harry exclaimed, banging his hand on the table, the little peices jumped into the air and then they all turned to Harry, waving their little fists in the air.
"Wnna play again?" Ron asked
"Will you let me win?" Harry asked after appologising to the chess peices.
"Never" Ron tolf him
"Then I will never play against you again" Harry told him, Ron laughed.
"Yeah you will, you will get bored and come crawling back" Ron told him, Harry smiled, he knew it was true, he had tolf Ron he would never play chess with his again many times in the last seven years, and of course, he had always begun playing again.
"I just dont know why I bother...you always win, always have, always will" Harry told him as he picked up a few of his peiced that had fallen on the floor.
"Well, look at it this way, boy who lived, you cant have every thing" Ron jested, Harry smiled. Ron was over the jealousy thing that he had experienced in fourth year, and Harry now knew that if he ever referred to him as the boy who lived, he was only joking.
Ron finished packing up the peices and then turned to his girlfriend Hermione.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, Hermione held up her book.
"I am reading" She replied as though it was so obvious (which of course it was so obvious). Ron smiled and moved behind Hermione, placing his hands over the writing on the book in front of her.
"Ron, I cant read when you do that" Hermione exclaimed
"That is the point, you read to much" Ron mumbled, kissing Hermione's cheek. Harry groaned and rolled his eyes, but his friends ignored him.
"Must...fight...temptation" Hermione groaned bafore turning to kiss Ron fully.
Harry made a loud gagging noise.
"Give me a break" He mumbled "I am going upstairs" Harry told him, but it was likely that Hermione and Ron had not heard him.
Once upstairs, Harry collapsed onto his bed and sighed. He was so bored, he had nothing to do. he had actully finished all of his home work, so there was none of that that had to be done. And he had nothing to ready, even his favourite book, 'fly with the cannons' was getting boring, he had read it so many times.
He took his wand out of his pocket and began intwining it through his figners. Then, when that became boring for him, Harry threw his wand in the air and then caught it, again, and again and again.
He trew his wand in the air, but didn't manage to catch it, it fell off the bed, onto the floor and released a few green sparks.
Then the wand rooled under the bed.
Harry got down onto the floor and reached for his wand, but he couldn't reach it. Harry crawled under the bed and began shifting things around, looking for his wayward wand.
Over his shoulder he threw two pairs of socks (they were Dudleys, so Harry decieded to put them aside for Dobby and Winky) and few crappy potions assignments, and a copy of Play Wizard (how did that get there? :-))
but still no wand.
It could not have just disappeared. It was a wand, it didnt know how to apparate...did it?
Maybe it rolled to the other side of the bed. So Harry pushed everything out to the other side...hey he needed to clean up under there anyway.
But as he was crawling out from under the bed, his hand ran across something. It was a carving in the wooden floor of the dormitory. He ran his fingers over is with caution (hey, since the tri wizards cup, he did everything with caution.) But he realised it was nothing dangerous, it was just a deep scratch in the floorboards.
He folloed it with his fingers to the point where it stopped, and then, strangely enough, it turned into an arrow head. Harry sighed, pushed himself out from under the bed, and then stood.
Why the hell was there an arrow under his bed? and more importantly, what on earth was it pointing to?
Still wandless, Harry pushed with all his might on the side of the bed. It slight slightly, the bed legs making even more scrathces in the polish on the floor.
and surely enough, there was a large arrow on his bedroom floor, pointing towards the wall.
The wall? Why would there be an arrow pointing towards the wall? He didnt understand.
He didn't undertand until he saw the stone.
In the middle of the wall, behind where the bed head usually sat, was a large smooth stone.
Completely smooth besides the fact that there was a carving on it.
'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and lilly...we solemly sware we are up to no good'
"Cool" Harry whispered to himself, and then sat in front of the carving. He hesitantly reached out his hand and ran his fingers along the name prongs. Suddenly, the name glowed red. Harry pulled his hand back and watched as the intense colour continued to glow.
Harry brought his hand to his mothers name, and it glowed in a bright green. Same with all the names, each with their oen intensely bright colour filling the room
When all of the colours were ignited, the last part of the carving lit up, a brilliant white light added to the kelidoscope of colour already in the room.
And suddenly, taking Harry by complete surprise, the stone began to shift. Harry sat back, his defences were automatically up.
"Accio Wand" Harry said, and the wand came to his hand (why the hell had he not thought of that before...idiot)
Then, as immediately as the lights had started, the light had stopped. The stone was removed, revealing a hole in the wall.
Harry reached out, and then pushed away the cobwebs. Inside the hole in the wall, there was nothing but a carved wooden box.
Harry reached in and pulled it out carefully, blowing off the inch or so of accumulated dust that had gathered over the years.
Carved in the lid of the box was the same thing that was carved in the stone that was in the wall.
Using his wand, Harry returned everything to where it was, took the box, and then sat on his bed.
"Alohmora" Harry said, pointing his wand at the old lock that held the box shut. The lock popped open, and Harry slowly, almost hesitantly, lifted the lid of the box.
The contents of the box showed someones life. Or maybe the lives of a few people. The marauder's to be exact. The five adults that were Hary's world, two of which he had never met, one had betrayed him and his family beyond forgiveness, and the toher two, both being teachers at his school, seemed to be an even bigger mystery.
Inside to box was items that could link Harry to his past.
The first thing Harry notice was the old peice of folded parchment that sat at the top of the box.
He picked it up, and undoing the wax seal at the back carefully, unfolded the parchment, revealing elegant cursive writting that harry recignised from the photo album of his parents, it was his mothers writing.
he began to read...
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Greetings Gryffindors of the future...
My name is Lily Evans, and along with my four best friends, the Marauders, we wish to congradulate you on finding our little seventh year time captual project.
Inside this box, there are items from our seventh year, and they all meant some thing important to us.
I ask that you look after our items, they meant so much to us in our past.
Hope you enjoy the nostalgia, good luck with your schooling.
Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pedigrew and Remus Lupin
P.S - All Poems in this box are written by Sirius...They may be lame, but I dare you to laugh at them, he has kicked peoples asses over less
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry sighed. The last person to hold this letter could have been his mother or his father...maybe both.
Harry collapsed back onto his bed. Then something hit him.
Sirius writes Poetry
Harry couldn't help but laugh
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Look for the next chapter, will be up soon!
DISCLAIMER - The characters being mentioned in this fic in no way belong to me, I am making no money from this, so J. K. Tell your lawers to go home, take a night off, and watch some TV
SUMMARY - While cleaning his dorm room, Harry finds the secret to his parents teenage life. But will the truth about the Marauder's seventh year change Harry's whole life?
A/N -Ok, the title of this fic may seem a little odd, but it will make more sense after a few more chapters.
Please Read and Review, I will be your best friend
Oh, and like my other fics, I know the spelling and gramma sucks, please just try and deal with it!
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31 May, 1977
Lily glanced aroung the seventh year boy dorm room. It was empty of all belongings of its former inhabitants.
Today was the last day of Lily's seventh year of Hogwarts. And now she stood, in the dormitory with James, Peter, Sirius and Remus. Sirius was kneeling by the wall, his pocket knife in his hand, carving into the large stone behind James' bed.
Before them on the floor was a large wooden box, which had been hand crafted by Peter. The latters M, W, P, P & L had been carved into the lid.
"Are we ready to do this?" Remus asked.
"I think so" James replied.
"Ok, so we ahould just say what we are each adding to the box" Sirius smiled, moving to the group and returning his knife to his pocket.
"I am leaving the written appology that I got from Snape" Peter began, placing the parchment in the box "and also a few of my 100% potions assignments to help the gryffindors of the future"
"I am leaving some of my poems" Sirius began and then shot James an evil look when he began to laugh, "and a few photos of us...and my knife" He added his things to the box.
"I am going to leave my pendant" Remus told the others, removing his warewolf tooth pendant from his neck. "and a few pictures"
"I guess I am leaving my quidditch robes, and the quidditch cup game snitch" James told the group and then added his belongings to the box. All of the boys turned to lily.
"I am not leaving much, just my diary from this year" Lily told them, the boys smiled.
She may have said that it was not much, but the truth was, she was offering a year of her life to the future gryffindors who would find their time capsual. The year had been long, and full of surprises for every one. Lily had written down everything, every event, in detail, and all of her thoughts and feelings. She was quite aprehensive about leaving her heart and soul in a box for any one to find.
Lily nervously moved forward, and placed her diary in the box. James added one last peice of parchment to the box, then Peter put the lid on and then locked it.
"What if no one ever finds it?" Remus asked
"Then we will come back...in 20 years, we will come back and open the box and reminise" Sirius told the others.
"Is that a promise?" Peter asked
"That is a promise, little buddy" James smiled.
Sirus picked up the sealed box and tapped on the stone he had carved. The large, heavy stone moved away, revealing a hollow in the dorm wall. Sirius fitted the box in the wall, and then closed it up again.
Using his wand, James carved arrows in the floor pointing towards the stone, and then moved the bed back.
"Time to leave" Lily sighed. they all smiled softly and then looked around.
"20 years will go really fast" James told his friends, they all nodded.
Soon, the boys all began to leave, only Lily remained, She looked around the room, remembering seven years of memories.
And the one year of memories that was now closed up in the wall.
"20 years" she whisperer to herself, then turned, and left the room.
*****
Over the years, the look of the boys dorm changed, and the very next year, a bed was place in against the wall that had the stone in it.
A bed, that had once belonged to James Potter, and in the future, would belong to Harry
*****
1997
Quidditch training had been canceled.
Harry Potter, captin of the gryffindor quidditch team had canceled the training for the day due to the storm that was raging outside. In his fifth year, when he had been voted captian, he had promised his team he would never make them train in the rain the way Wood had. And for that, the team was forever greatful.
So now all of the gryffindors were inside, just like the rest of the school, was confined to the inside of the castle. People were all around the common room, some were talking, some were playing exploding snap, some, like head girl Hermione Granger, were studying, and some, like gryffindor quidditch stars Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, were playing wizards chess
"Knight to H3...check mate, mate" Ron smiled across the table as his knight moved forward two squares and across one, boxing in Harry's king.
"That is so not fair" Harry exclaimed, banging his hand on the table, the little peices jumped into the air and then they all turned to Harry, waving their little fists in the air.
"Wnna play again?" Ron asked
"Will you let me win?" Harry asked after appologising to the chess peices.
"Never" Ron tolf him
"Then I will never play against you again" Harry told him, Ron laughed.
"Yeah you will, you will get bored and come crawling back" Ron told him, Harry smiled, he knew it was true, he had tolf Ron he would never play chess with his again many times in the last seven years, and of course, he had always begun playing again.
"I just dont know why I bother...you always win, always have, always will" Harry told him as he picked up a few of his peiced that had fallen on the floor.
"Well, look at it this way, boy who lived, you cant have every thing" Ron jested, Harry smiled. Ron was over the jealousy thing that he had experienced in fourth year, and Harry now knew that if he ever referred to him as the boy who lived, he was only joking.
Ron finished packing up the peices and then turned to his girlfriend Hermione.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, Hermione held up her book.
"I am reading" She replied as though it was so obvious (which of course it was so obvious). Ron smiled and moved behind Hermione, placing his hands over the writing on the book in front of her.
"Ron, I cant read when you do that" Hermione exclaimed
"That is the point, you read to much" Ron mumbled, kissing Hermione's cheek. Harry groaned and rolled his eyes, but his friends ignored him.
"Must...fight...temptation" Hermione groaned bafore turning to kiss Ron fully.
Harry made a loud gagging noise.
"Give me a break" He mumbled "I am going upstairs" Harry told him, but it was likely that Hermione and Ron had not heard him.
Once upstairs, Harry collapsed onto his bed and sighed. He was so bored, he had nothing to do. he had actully finished all of his home work, so there was none of that that had to be done. And he had nothing to ready, even his favourite book, 'fly with the cannons' was getting boring, he had read it so many times.
He took his wand out of his pocket and began intwining it through his figners. Then, when that became boring for him, Harry threw his wand in the air and then caught it, again, and again and again.
He trew his wand in the air, but didn't manage to catch it, it fell off the bed, onto the floor and released a few green sparks.
Then the wand rooled under the bed.
Harry got down onto the floor and reached for his wand, but he couldn't reach it. Harry crawled under the bed and began shifting things around, looking for his wayward wand.
Over his shoulder he threw two pairs of socks (they were Dudleys, so Harry decieded to put them aside for Dobby and Winky) and few crappy potions assignments, and a copy of Play Wizard (how did that get there? :-))
but still no wand.
It could not have just disappeared. It was a wand, it didnt know how to apparate...did it?
Maybe it rolled to the other side of the bed. So Harry pushed everything out to the other side...hey he needed to clean up under there anyway.
But as he was crawling out from under the bed, his hand ran across something. It was a carving in the wooden floor of the dormitory. He ran his fingers over is with caution (hey, since the tri wizards cup, he did everything with caution.) But he realised it was nothing dangerous, it was just a deep scratch in the floorboards.
He folloed it with his fingers to the point where it stopped, and then, strangely enough, it turned into an arrow head. Harry sighed, pushed himself out from under the bed, and then stood.
Why the hell was there an arrow under his bed? and more importantly, what on earth was it pointing to?
Still wandless, Harry pushed with all his might on the side of the bed. It slight slightly, the bed legs making even more scrathces in the polish on the floor.
and surely enough, there was a large arrow on his bedroom floor, pointing towards the wall.
The wall? Why would there be an arrow pointing towards the wall? He didnt understand.
He didn't undertand until he saw the stone.
In the middle of the wall, behind where the bed head usually sat, was a large smooth stone.
Completely smooth besides the fact that there was a carving on it.
'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and lilly...we solemly sware we are up to no good'
"Cool" Harry whispered to himself, and then sat in front of the carving. He hesitantly reached out his hand and ran his fingers along the name prongs. Suddenly, the name glowed red. Harry pulled his hand back and watched as the intense colour continued to glow.
Harry brought his hand to his mothers name, and it glowed in a bright green. Same with all the names, each with their oen intensely bright colour filling the room
When all of the colours were ignited, the last part of the carving lit up, a brilliant white light added to the kelidoscope of colour already in the room.
And suddenly, taking Harry by complete surprise, the stone began to shift. Harry sat back, his defences were automatically up.
"Accio Wand" Harry said, and the wand came to his hand (why the hell had he not thought of that before...idiot)
Then, as immediately as the lights had started, the light had stopped. The stone was removed, revealing a hole in the wall.
Harry reached out, and then pushed away the cobwebs. Inside the hole in the wall, there was nothing but a carved wooden box.
Harry reached in and pulled it out carefully, blowing off the inch or so of accumulated dust that had gathered over the years.
Carved in the lid of the box was the same thing that was carved in the stone that was in the wall.
Using his wand, Harry returned everything to where it was, took the box, and then sat on his bed.
"Alohmora" Harry said, pointing his wand at the old lock that held the box shut. The lock popped open, and Harry slowly, almost hesitantly, lifted the lid of the box.
The contents of the box showed someones life. Or maybe the lives of a few people. The marauder's to be exact. The five adults that were Hary's world, two of which he had never met, one had betrayed him and his family beyond forgiveness, and the toher two, both being teachers at his school, seemed to be an even bigger mystery.
Inside to box was items that could link Harry to his past.
The first thing Harry notice was the old peice of folded parchment that sat at the top of the box.
He picked it up, and undoing the wax seal at the back carefully, unfolded the parchment, revealing elegant cursive writting that harry recignised from the photo album of his parents, it was his mothers writing.
he began to read...
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Greetings Gryffindors of the future...
My name is Lily Evans, and along with my four best friends, the Marauders, we wish to congradulate you on finding our little seventh year time captual project.
Inside this box, there are items from our seventh year, and they all meant some thing important to us.
I ask that you look after our items, they meant so much to us in our past.
Hope you enjoy the nostalgia, good luck with your schooling.
Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pedigrew and Remus Lupin
P.S - All Poems in this box are written by Sirius...They may be lame, but I dare you to laugh at them, he has kicked peoples asses over less
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry sighed. The last person to hold this letter could have been his mother or his father...maybe both.
Harry collapsed back onto his bed. Then something hit him.
Sirius writes Poetry
Harry couldn't help but laugh
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Look for the next chapter, will be up soon!