My marauder story
I hope you like this story, I started it a while ago while Sirius was still my favourite marauder (I like Remus more at the moment 😄 ). If anyone's interessted, this is also on the site www.harrypotterfanfiction.com . My pennames Amator Lupus, if anyone is interessted in reading my other two stories there *hint hint 😄*.
Chapter 1 - The Idea.
“Come on, quietly”, Remus whispered and ushered me into the entrance hallway of No. 12, Grimmauld place.
“Shh”, he said, even though I wasn’t making any noise. Quietly we made our way down to the kitchen. I’d only ever been here once before, but only for a short time.
All I’d seen of this dark, creepy house was the entrance hallway, where Severus had given me the Wolvesbane potion.
I was -and am still - a werewolf. I had gotten to know Remus in St. Mungos, where my parents had left me carelessly after I was bitten 5 years ago. They had left their precious darling Renee in the hospital , not caring about me anymore. I was 12 at the time. When I tell people that my parents had abandoned me, they are amazed.
They can’t believe that anybody could be so cruel. But my parents were. And anyway, now I’ve got Remus. He saw me, lying there in my bed, and took pity on me. He had arranged the adoption as soon as possible. A week later he had officially become my guardian.
Last time I was at Grimmauld place, Sirius hadn’t been there. Important work for the order. That’s all anybody told me. I didn’t really know why I wanted to see him. I realised that day I went back to Grimmauld place with Remus.
We reached the kitchen. It was dark, the only light was coming from the cinders of the fire. Remus had come here to talk to Sirius, and I didn’t want to stay at home alone, so I had accompanied him.
“Where’s Sirius?”, I asked quietly.
“He knows we’re here, he’ll be down in a minute or so.”
Remus handed me a bottle of butterbeer, paced the kitchen for a while, then strode into the hallway, where he promptly ran into Sirius.
Laughing, the two of them came into the kitchen and sat down at the long table.
“Hi, Renee”, Sirius said and winked at me. I looked at
him. He looked better than last time I’d seen him.
Maybe he was finally allowed to go outside now. I finished my butterbeer, staring at Sirius’ hands. He had beautiful hands.
Suddenly Remus cleared his throat. They were both staring at me pointedly.
“Oh, right…”, I said, embarrassed. “Erm…I’ll just go and look around the house, ok?”
Obviously, the things they wanted to talk about didn’t concern me. I wandered out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Slowly I inspected every room. In one room, I felt like I could spend the rest of my life there. The room was full of pictures. One picture especially caught my eye. It was a picture of the seventeen year old Sirius. He was standing in front of Hogwarts in his graduation robes, grinning and waving madly. Behind him, his friends James, Remus and Peter were hugging each other. Clearly, this was the moment they had finished school.
I looked closer at him. He was gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect, from his hair to his lips. Oh, his lips! I so longed to kiss them. Tears rushed to my eyes as I realised that the Sirius in this picture would soon be taken to Azkaban…Taken to thirteen long and awful years, and when he would come out, he would be to old for me…
I shook my head slightly. What was I thinking?? Was I mad? The man was thirty–five, for Merlin’s sake, and I was seventeen! I wished beyond anything that I could go back in time, that I could meet him, kiss him…
I tore myself away from the photo room, though with great difficulty.
I wandered through the house for a while, not concentrating, every now and then I stopped short in front of a wall.
Suddenly I found myself in front of a cabinet with glass doors. Inside the cabinet, there were several strange things, including a book about Pure-Blood families, a silver photo frame and a Time-Turner.
A Time-Turner…
A crazy idea started to stir in my head, but I shook it away immediately. That was crazy. I would get in trouble from the Ministry if I was caught, for one thing.
But his lips…
And another thing, it wouldn’t be worth going back in time just to kiss him… would it?
I walked out of the room quickly, as dazed as I had been after seeing the photo of Sirius.
I went into the library. Good, books. Finally something to distract me. I reached for a random book and read the title.
‘The Game of Time’ by Erasmus Amator. A very old book. I couldn’t help grinning. Obviously, I couldn’t escape my stupid idea any more. I sat down and flicked to the chapter ‘Travelling in Years’. Very nervously, I began to read.