FAN FICTION - MARAUDERS
Prompt: CakeSix year old Remus sits and broods in his dark, silent bedroom. He listens to his mother cry all the time. He listens to his father pace - heavy boots on the creaky wooden floor. And he sits in his bed, staring down at his blanket and feeling rather lost.
Platform Nine and Three QuartersIn one hand, Regulus clutches the thin arm of Kreacher while his mother grasps his other, pulling him through the people crowding Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Sirius lingers behind, glaring at his brother's back. Sometimes he wishes he could kick that house elf clear across the country. He doesn't understand why his parents allow Regulus to have such a relationship with their servant. House elves are not friends - they are slaves, existing only to serve and honor the family. And while now and then his mother snaps at Kreacher to stop bothering Regulus and go scrub a floor, and sometimes his father flings the elf out of Regulus's room and into his cupboard at night, both parents will back off at one anguished cry from his little brother.
The Hogwarts ExpressThere is a girl sitting in Sirius's compartment. His companion - who is of course James Potter, though Sirius doesn't yet know his name - objects loudly and tells her the spot is already claimed (as evidenced by Sirius's things already being in it and waiting for him). But when the girl looks at the two boys with her tear streaked face, James's arguments die off into mumbles and he and Sirius both decide quite quickly that they don't mind having her there, as it is better to leave her be and pretend she's not there than fuss with her and risk her crying harder. She is huddled by the window, staring down at the platform and the families and students gathered there and saying goodbye for the year. Sirius rather haughtily asks her if she is homesick before they have even left, and she tells him to mind his own business. Her hair is red, turned golden by the way the sunlight lays upon it, and her eyes are green and swollen.
The Lonely RideSirius is a tall boy and always has been - always a few inches above the other children he knows his age. Almost as tall as his youngest cousin, Narcissa - and she is nearly five years older than he is. James is about an inch shorter than Sirius without taking into account his hair - a respectable height and still taller than many. Both boys are long and lanky, though James has a bit more definition to him than Sirius - at least as much definition as an average eleven year old can have (which is not much, but it's a start). James always rolls up his shirt sleeves, and always flexes his average muscles in a joking manner - because while he knows his arms are not much to look at, he also knows that he looks better than most his age and he certainly will let everyone know it and pretend he's not aware he is showing off.
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