quite the double act, sirius black and james potter
Well, there is a perfect quote from Doctor Who to describe the Marauders. All four of them:
Every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they a re going to be sad later.
Peter was a Marauder. He spent seven wonderful years with James, Sirius, and Remus. He might not have been as close as the other three nor as brave nor as strong but he was still a Marauder. He was right next to them when they participated in their endless pranks. He still took the Animagus potion to help Remus. I mean, think about that! Peter has this stereotype of being a coward and he still ran around with a werewolf once a month! He laughed with them, he cried with them, he fought with them, he pranked with them, he loved them. He was a Marauder, through and through. And nothing will convince me otherwise.
The years between their graduation and October 31st 1981 are unknown to us. I’m sure that he was still a Marauder for at least a few months prior to graduation. However, we also know that he eventually became a double-agent for Voldemort. The day that he decided to become the double-agent was the day that he stopped being a Marauder. That was a day that his mischief ended. But he was a Marauder every day before that.
"Ladies, I think we’ve done it"
the last time Peter Pettigrew visits his mother is nothing extraordinary
25 July, 1981
It was mild for the end of July but Peter was still uncomfortably warm after the two block walk to his mother’s front door. The long sleeves of his shirt – unavoidable for so long now – were out of place for the season and he pulled self-consciously at the cuffs rubbing against his clammy wrists. His cheeks were pink and a thin layer of sweat shone on his forehead, half from the oppressive warmth of his shirt and half from his still-rattling nerves. There was nothing particularly daunting about afternoon tea with his mother, but Peter was always nervous these days, always on edge, and after the morning he’d had the thought of doing anything other than trembling under his bed sheets made him nauseated.
lazy james potter sketch for a lazy afternoon
By the Time He Was Thirty-Eight
Remus Lupin - a drabble in six parts
By the time he was eleven Remus Lupin was well-acquainted with loneliness. With a cynicism beyond his years he assumed without question that he would know that loneliness his entire life. His parents (graying before their time – tired faces, always tired) made no illusions for him. He was cursed.
Even at eleven, somewhere deep in the back of his mind Remus was already internalizing the mantra that he was a burden, an outcast, a thoroughly wearisome boy. He worried his parents, bothered his healers, and spent no time around children his own age. His mother’s smile and his father’s laughter couldn’t mask the muffled tears and arguments in the middle of the night when they thought he was sleeping. And so when a man with kind eyes and the longest beard Remus had ever seen showed up at the door and told him – him, Remus – that he had a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry it was the brightest moment of his young life.
His father was ecstatic, his mother concerned, and as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of King’s Cross Station Remus could feel only two things – his heart beating ferociously in his chest and a happiness unmatched by anything he had previously experienced.
that’s it, it’s split
it won’t recover
just frame the halves
and call them brothers
moony wormtail padfoot and prongs
after the shrieking shack incident the rest of the marauders come around to forgiving sirius