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Padfoot and Wing by Marauder406

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,917
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC, James/Lily

First Published: 05/16/2009
Last Chapter: 05/24/2009
Last Updated: 05/24/2009

Summary:
This takes place during the Marauders' time in school with one new addition: Rose Clarke. Her mysterious family causes problems and complications for Rose and her friends, as well as creating a strange bond between her and Sirius Black.


Chapter 1: Prologue
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“Rose! Time to get up, darling!” Haylee Clarke’s voice rang from the kitchen to her daughter’s bedroom.

Rose groaned and rolled over in her bed. She never was a morning person, and she had been awake long into the night out of sheer anticipation and excitement. She shut her eyes tight and tried to ignore her mother’s calls from downstairs. Then she remembered what day it was, and at once threw back her blankets and leaped out of bed.

She was nearly out the door when she stumbled over her trunk.

Right, she thought to herself, best not forget that.

While throwing her books, clothes, and other necessities messily into her trunk, she also thought that it might be a good idea not to start her first day at Hogwarts in her pajamas. She took out a pair of jeans and a pale blue sweatshirt, and quickly got herself dressed. She then paused to survey herself in the mirror against her bedroom wall.

Rose Clarke was a very thin girl, with light brown hair that reached her waist. She looked very much like her mother with her large, round, bright blue eyes and her extremely pale complexion. She had fairly full, light pink lips and a small nose dusted with freckles. Rose was never one to wear makeup. She saw it as a waste of time, and she did not particularly care about what other people thought about her appearance.

Then, she finished packing, and stumbled out the door with her trunk in tow. When she reached the kitchen, she observed that she was the last of her family to be ready…again. Her brothers Alex, a tall boy with jet black hair and hazel eyes like his father in his second year at Hogwarts, Matthew, a slightly taller, thinner boy in his fifth year, and Riley, a short, stocky seventh year, were already finishing their breakfast and heading out the door. She could see out the window that her parents were waiting in the car.

“No time for breakfast, I’m afraid!” her father yelled from the car, “We can’t afford to be late for your first day!”

“That’s okay, she can eat on the train; let’s just go!” shouted Matthew, and four of them headed for the car.

Mrs. Clarke turned slightly in her seat to look at her daughter.

“Nervous, Rose?” she asked, reaching over Riley to brush away a fly-away hair from her face.

“A bit,” Rose replied, feeling uneasy, “I’ll be fine, though. Don’t worry.”

Her mother squeezed her hand slightly as her father pulled out of the driveway. It seemed like they had been driving for no time at all when they pulled up in front of King’s Cross Station. Rose ran to keep up with her parents and her brothers as they moved quickly through the packs of Muggles until they reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

Rose’s eyebrows shot up when she saw her brother Riley walk through the completely solid brick wall as if it were an open door. Matthew and Alex did the same, and Rose was left staring desperately up at her parents.

“It’s alright, Rose,” said her father smiling warmly at her, “there’s really nothing there. It’s just to keep the Muggles out.”

Rose took a deep breath, and walked up to the barrier, stuck her arm through it, and allowed the rest of her body to do the same. She had arrived on platform nine and three quarters. Her parents came through the barrier directly behind her, and her mother laid her hand on her shoulder as the whistle of the train ahead of them sounded.

“You’d better get going, honey,” she said softly, “have a good time.”

With one last look at her parents, Rose hurried to catch up with her brothers, entering the train. There were no empty compartments left, so Rose found nearly the only one that wasn’t full, and lifted her trunk into the storage area above it. She awkwardly stepped inside, and saw that its other occupants were three boys. The one closest to her had pale blond hair, with skin that was almost as pale, with shockingly blue eyes. The one sitting across from him had black, messy hair with green eyes and thick, round glasses. Sitting next to the boy with glasses was one with cool, grey eyes that seemed to smiling at something, and hair that was similarly dark to his companion’s, but considerably tidier and slightly longer. All three of them were having a good, hard laugh over something the boy in glasses had just said.

Rose cleared her throat, causing them to glance up at her.

“All the other compartments are full, so would you mind if I…”

“Not at all!” said the pale, blond boy, giving her a wide grin.

“My name’s James,” said the boy with glasses as she took her seat, “and this is Remus,” he said, gesturing toward the pale boy, “and this is Sirius,” pointing to the boy sitting next to him.

“I’m Rose.”

“This your first year?” Sirius asked.

“Yes,” Rose replied.

“We’re first years, too!” said Remus happily, “We were just talking about the Sorting. What House do you reckon they’ll put you in?”

“Dunno,” said Rose, truthfully, “my mum and dad were in Hufflepuff, but all three of my brothers are in Gryffindor.”

“You’ll probably end up in Gryffindor, then,” Remus said thoughtfully, “I’ve heard that they put you in the same House as most of your family.”

“That’s a lie!” yelled Sirius, getting up out of his seat, and pointing his wand at Remus’ throat, “You take that back, you liar!”

“Okay, fine, Sirius!” said Remus, sounding more annoyed than frightened, “and you know I didn’t mean that. Her brothers are in school now, that’s all!”

Sirius slowly got to his seat, mumbling “Sorry,” with a scowl on his face.

Rose shot a questioning look at James, who chuckled.

“Aw, he’s just sore ‘cause his whole family wound up in Slytherin, and he’s one of the decent people who’d rather die.”

“I’m nothing like any of them,” said Sirius, more to himself than to anyone else, “Nothing.”

“’Course you’re not, Sirius, now lighten up! Come on, I’ve got a game of wizard’s chess with me. Anyone daring enough to take on the master?”

It turned out that chess was the perfect thing to lift Sirius’ spirits, as he was clearly the best player out of the four of them. Rose had a great time with the boys, and before long, counted them as close friends. Before long, the train pulled up in front of a magnificent castle.

“Merlin’s beard!” exclaimed Remus, “This is gonna be a great year; I know it!”

“Way to get all corny on us, Remus,” said Rose, laughing but secretly agreeing with him. The sight of the castle alone was enough assure anyone of a wonderful future ahead of them.

They eagerly scurried off the train, and gathered around the school’s gamekeeper, Ogg, who was waiting to escort them in small boats across the enormous lake to the castle. James, Sirius, Remus, and Rose climbed into a boat near the edge of the lake, and were struck with awe as it started to drift toward the castle of its own accord.

“You know,” said Sirius, peering over the edge of the boat with an expectant grin, “I’ve heard there was a giant squid in this lake! You think it might try to pull us under?”

“I doubt it,” said James with a tone of disappointment.

Just as James had predicted, there was no giant squid attack during their journey. They arrived safely on the other side of the lake, and filed into the castle with the other first years.

“The Sorting will start any minute now,” said Sirius weakly, wringing his hands together desperately.

Rose patted his shoulder comfortingly, and he gave her a strained smile.

Just then a very small boy with matted red hair tugged on the back of Rose’s robes.

“E-excuse me?” he said nervously, “I…I seem to have lost my rat. Have you seen one anywhere?”

“No I-” Rose began, but James cut her off.

“I think I did! There was a dead rat floating in the lake earlier…you didn’t lose it on the boat did you?”

“Dibbles!” cried the boy in despair, his eyes swimming with tears.

Remus walked over to him and slung his arm around him in sympathy.

“It’ll be alright, mate. Rats don’t last too long, anyway.”

Despite Remus’ efforts, this didn’t help things at all. The boy only cried harder.

“Oh, come on,” said Rose gently, “you can wait for the Sorting with us…what’s your name?”

“I…I’m Peter…Peter Pettigrew,” said the boy, apparently cheered slightly at the prospect of having friends.

So, the group waited, huddled together and not talking all that much, waiting for the Sorting to begin. Finally, the doors in front of them swung open, revealing a stern-looking witch in a pointed hat with her hair tied back into a tight bun. She lead them into the Great Hall, where the rest of the students were watching them with only mild interest. They were more interested in the coming feast than in them, Rose supposed. She caught sight of her brother, Matthew, who gave her an encouraging smile as she walked past him. The stern-looking witch, whose name they discovered was Professor McGonagall, placed an old hat on a stool in the middle of the atrium. Professor McGonagall opened a long role of parchment, and read the name, “Black, Sirius.”

Sirius balled his hands into fists as he stepped forward toward the front of the Hall. Rose whispered “Good luck,” but wasn’t sure he’d heard her. He sat awkwardly on the stool, and with a frightened glance at the Slytherin table, placed the hat on his head. For nearly five minutes, the Hall was silent as the Sorting hat contemplated which House Sirius would be placed in. Rose cast a worried look at James, who grimaced, wondering whether the hat always took this long to decide…

With an abruptness that made nearly everyone jump, the hat shouted “GRYFFINDOR!” and Sirius took the hat off of his head with a wide grin on his face, and all but danced to the Gryffindor table. She wasn’t sure, but Rose could have sworn she’d seen his lips form the words “Take that, mom!” Not knowing what to make of these words, she cast them out of her mind and applauded loudly with James, Sirius, and Peter.

Then, the Hall fell silent again. Rose waited nervously as six or seven other first years were sorted into various Houses. Then, Professor McGonagall called, “Clarke, Rose!”

Rose slowly moved toward the Sorting hat, a feeling of dread rising within her. She lowered herself onto the stool, and placed the hat on her head.

“Ah…interesting,” she heard the hat’s voice say in her mind instead of her ears, “A sense of ambition in you…would do you well in Slytherin. No? Well, let’s see…a sharp mind, too. You’d fit right in with Ravenclaw…ah but there’s a brave heart in you too…and Gryffindor could use some more wit…yes, better be…GRYFFINDOR!”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down next to Sirius. She watched with delight as Peter, James, and Remus were also sorted into Gryffindor.

“What’d I tell you?” Remus said as he sat down across from Rose, “This is gonna be a great year!”

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