Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
There are four of them. Marauders that is. They are all unique and extraordinary in their own way, even Peter Pettigrew. There was Sirius Black, the womanizer. I'd be willing to bet my life that the phrase 'tall, dark, and handsome' was first said when looked upon Sirius Black. He was tall, athletic, a trouble maker, and witty. He had straight black hair that fell past his eyes, giving him the element of mystery. When he laughed or simply found something amusing, he tossed the hair out of his eyes, revealing two very striking, grey eyes. He had soft, pale pink lips that were always played out into a smile. He was the life of all the parties, the reason everyone smiled, and has never once seen to be sad. I had always made it a point to watch him from a distance. Memorizing every move, then analyzing it a moment later. He was interesting to watch, but at times he was simply boring. He was the kind of guy you wanted around, yet wanted to stay far away from. He was the kind of guy that could break your heart in an instance and not care. After all my years of watching him, analyzing and finding out bits and pieces to his personality, I ended up being wrong. There was more to Sirius Black than I ever imagined.. That I ever thought possible.

Then there was Remus Lupin. Sweet sophisticated, intelligent Remus Lupin. He was the brains of the group, always making up logical excuses for their misbehaving. He was kind, loyal and the kind of guy any girl wanted to have as a boyfriend. He was also simply gorgeous. He had short, yet not too short light brown hair and light blue eyes. His skin was fairly pale and despite the fact that he had dark circles around his eyes every now and then, his skin was flawless. He was the last Marauder I befriended, and possibly the hardest. It was true that he was kind, but it took a lot of effort to earn his trust. But once you did, it was worth it.

Peter Pettigrew was the sensitive one. He was shorter than the other boys, and wasn't quite as fit. He was charming in his own boyish way, but wasn't as popular with the female population of Hogwarts due to the fact that he was a bit self conscious. At first glance, you would've assumed that someone like Peter had to buy his way into the group. He was very clumsy and was embarrassed easily. But once I got to know him, I found out that I was very wrong. You see, Peter Pettigrew always kept up an act as the innocent, clumsy one of the group, while in reality, he was just as bloody brilliant as the rest. He did poorly in his school work but was very talented when coming up with pranks. He was always the first one to laugh at a joke and was the last to stop laughing. I confess, at first I wasn't too fond of him, but once I got to know him, I realized that he really was meant to be a Marauder.

Finally, there's James Potter. He's hands down the most complicated, and I'd hardly consider him a Marauder. He is simply a gentlemen. He holds doors open for others, his posture is perfect, he never puts his elbows on the table, always does his homework, and is never once late for class. He is quiet and observant, and rarely spoke. He is mysterious, calm, and gorgeous. He had messy, black hair that he had a habit of rumpling up, deep hazel eyes with thin, wired framed glasses, and soft lips that seem to take an eternity to part when he spoke. Every single one of his moves was graceful and his body magnificent. He spends hours outside playing Quidditch, but he is still a soft, pale color. He isn't quick and witty like Remus, or a womanizer like Sirius, and he doesn't think up of pranks like Peter. He is James Potter. I've known him for seven years, yet I've never spoken a word to him. But this year, everything changed. Everything changed greatly. James Potter went from being someone I observed greatly, to being the best friend I never had. And possibly, even more.


I watched him as he ever so slightly licked his thumb, then separated the two pieces of paper. He handed one to me, not even giving me a glance, then placing the other one in front of him. His quill ready in hand, he quickly, yet neatly wrote his name out at the top, then wrote Head Boy underneath it.

I found myself staring at his handwriting. It was a mix between print and cursive. I stared at how the letters were dedicatedly attached, yet somehow not at the same time. It surprised me that he could write so fast, yet so beautiful at the same time. But this was James Potter. Everything about him was beautiful.

"What suggestions do you have?" James asked, taking me back to reality.

It took me a few moments to register what had just happened. After seven years, James Potter had addressed me. Still in a bit of trance, I cleared my throat then replied, "I don't know. I'm thinking that we should do a Winter dance. With a Winter Wonderland theme."

He shook his head slightly, and I watched as his hair moved with him. Tonight, his hair was wet which caused his hair to curl at the ends. I had to admit, it was very attractive.

"We have the same thing every year." James said. This time, I got a chance to really hear his voice. It was soft and soothing, and I faintly imagined what it would be like to hear him say my name.

"You have a point." I agreed. "Maybe we should add a twist to it.. Make it outdoors perhaps?"

James nodded, yet barely. If I hadn't been watching him so closely, I probably wouldn't have seen it. He seemed to be in deep thought, then suddenly, shook his head. "It would be too cold."

It was bloody hard to get that boy to agree on anything.

"Do you have any suggestions?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

James thought for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the edges of his lips, but dissolved within the next second. "A trip to Hogsmeade."

A trip to Hogsmeade? That's what he was smiling about? I had expected something a little more interesting than that.

I opened my mouth to say no, but he held his hand up, silencing me.

"During the night. From sunset to around ten." He finally said.

"That's brilliant!" I replied. "We've all seen it during the day, but it would be so lovely to see it during the night.. With all the stars and lights up."

James nodded, then slowly made his way to get up. "I'll run the idea by McGonagall tomorrow." he said. He grabbed his paper, which he had written nothing but his name and Head Boy under, and tucked his quill behind one ear. And just like that, he was gone.

With no goodbye, no see you later, no nothing. I sat in the common room, replaying the events of what happened over and over again. He was so quiet, and every word he spoke was filled with passion. He intrigued me, leaving me wanting more.


I pulled my hair into a ponytail, frustrated at the fact that it was not cooperating with me today. The bad thing about wavy hair was that some days it decided to go frizzy on you. I looked into the mirror, not too disappointed with what I saw. Basically, I was what my mother called, an attention grabber. I had long, red hair that was wavy, with almond shaped, jade colored eyes, a 5'6" slender yet curvy body, and pale skin. To be honest, no one had ever called me beautiful or pretty. Sure, when I was a kid my grandparents called me cute, but other than that, I went unnoticed.

All my life I went unnoticed. I was the girl in the background, the one who never said a word. I have never even had a best friend, just people I knew and occasionally said hi to. I used to sit with Emmeline Vance but after listening to her talk about how pretty she was and her boyfriend of the week, I grew tired and abandoned her, sitting alone at the edge of the table. I went to class, came back, did my homework, occasionally read a book by the fire then went to sleep. I was the girl that didn't get attention nor wanted it.

It finally occurred to me how alone I truly was around May last year. My parents had just split up and my mother moved to America to live with her sister in Georgia or whatever the bloody hell it's called. My sister ignored me even more, and my father spent more time away at work. I cried a lot during school, wondering how on earth my life had just fallen apart, but it hit me even harder when I went home for summer. I spent my days alone at home with no one with me. My sister, Petunia, spent most of the day out with her friends and her sorry excuse for a boyfriend and my dad threw himself even more into his work. I had no one to owl with, no friend to have a sleep over with or have a girl's day in Diagon Alley. I was simply alone.

I bit back the tears, then took one last look at my reflection in the mirror, tugged on my skirt, then walked out of the dorm.

Track This Story: Feed

Write a Review

out of 10


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!