Wolfstar: A Marauder True Story

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Chapter One: On the Train

"James! Prongs! Old buddy old pal! I haven't seen you in forever!" Sirius yells at me.

"I just left five minutes ago to go to the bathroom, Padfoot, relax." I reply.

Sirius just smiles, and runs through the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, toward Gryffindor Sixth Year seating, where we knew Moony, and Wormtail would be waiting for us. When we get there, I sit down, in a window seat., followed shortly by a hyper Sirius, and a bored-looking Remus. Where is Peter? I ask myself, in my brain.

I see him walking into the box, arms full of food. He sits, across from Remus, and pushes the door shut. Then, not surprisingly, he begins stuffing his face with the food. It is a wonder his animagus form is not a swine of sorts. The thought makes me smile.

"Prongs! Wipe that smirk off your face, we don't want Evans to think you're up to some sort of mischief already." Sirius comments, a smile forming on his face.

I jump from my seat and pull my wand from my pocket, Sirius goes to reach for his, "Expelleriamus!"

Sirius's wand flies out of his hands, and into mine.

"Now I have a right to have a smirk on my face, don't I Siri?" I tease, a bit, then I toss his wand back at him. He glares at me, and turns to Remus.

"Moony! Jamesiepoo hexed me!"

"If you don't stop yelling I might actually have to hex you into silence, Sirius." I comment.

"Moony!" Sirius complains, hiding behind Remus.

"Prongs, shut up. We all know you won't do that." Remus scolds, not even looking up from his book.

"OH! HEY MOONY! WHATCHA READING?" Sirius asks, feigning interest in Remus's book.

"A Midsummer's Night Dream." Remus mumbles.

"What the hell is that?"

"A muggle book, that was written a few hundred years ago.-'

After that, I tuned out and looked out the window. The scenery of England passes by me, the beautiful forests and such passing in a blur. I longed to be in the forest again. To be a stag again. I went all summer without it. I was too busy working to go on a run, and on my days off, I spent them writing to my friends, excluding Sirius, who had moved in with me and my family. I wrote mostly to Moony. He never really included much detail. Mostly tips. On Lily.

Oh, Lily. I missed her. Her red hair, and bright green eyes. Her can-do, bubbly attitude, and how she always seemed to look flawless, even when she decided to just hang around in the common room. Lilyflower was beautiful without trying. I wonder what she is up to. Probably with the Prefects. Which is probably where Moony and I should be, but hell, I wanted to hang out with my friends for just a few minutes more.

"James. Stop that moping right now! Evans doesn't like you. Get over it. Stop moping, Prongs." Sirius says, watching me, staring out the window.

"Shut up Padfoot. I am not moping."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not."



"SHUT UP YOU TWO! I am trying to READ!" Remus yells, finally looking up at us, away from his book.

"Yes, love." Sirius, says, not noticing Remus's blush, "What ever would we do without you, Moony?"