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Batch 26: Marauder Generation (4) - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 26: Marauder Generation (4)
On Chapter Fourteen, Part 3 of Forest Guard, Teddy finds a stone with the Marauder's initials in the Entrance Hall, but it's empty. I want the story of what they kept there. for malinbe
It was after midnight, and the school was as silent as it ever got. Portraits were snoozing (and there weren't many in the entrance hall, anyway), and the ghosts were about their errands elsewhere. Peter had been as diligent as he could be... and it wasn't like anyone was up looking for him.

He was back at Hogwarts.

He wasn't sure he wanted to be, but one of the drawbacks of passing himself off as Percy Weasley's pet rat was that he hadn't had much of a choice. He could have run away, he supposed, but the thought of scrambling through rubbish bins didn't have as much appeal as sleeping in a soft bed of wood shavings and being fed leftovers from Molly Weasley's table.

Percy and his new roommates had fallen asleep quickly. The same couldn't be said for Oliver Wood's cat, but the beast had finally dropped off, and Peter had made his escape, skittering out of his cage and out the door, back into Gryffindor Tower. For a moment, he'd transformed in the Common Room, but it been somehow full of accusing ghosts. It wouldn't do to hide his things in one of these spots. So he'd turned back into a rat, and crept downstairs to this spot.

Now, he transformed again. The hall was more neutral than the Gryffindor Common Room, more accepting of him. His pockets were full of the worldly belongings he'd managed to accumulate. Thankfully, his clothes and anything he was carrying transformed with him.

It only took a moment to find the stone. It had been quite a fad during their fourth year, finding hiding places for their little treasures. It had been Remus's idea to mark the stones ever so faintly, to make them look like the damage had been done centuries ago, and had nearly worn off. Peter was surprised that the one here had survived Filch's ministrations--he wasn't one for revering historical vandalism, if he happened across it--but it was here. The center showed, in almost invisible lines, a crest that might have passed for real if one hadn't looked closely and seen that the Latin motto was Malum Tractanda--Mischief Managed--and the banner bore a heroically posed jarvey. It had been a place to quickly stow materials from pranks pulled out in the open, so they wouldn't be caught red-handed.

He reached into his pocket and found Percy's wand. It had been easier to steal than Arthur's and Molly's had been over the years. Eleven year old boys didn't tend to worry that their rats might steal something.

"Alohomora," he whispered.

The stone turned and rose up. Peter squatted down beside it and picked up the rest of they way, setting it aside on a neighboring stone. Beneath it, he could see a few unused fireworks, a list of Slytherin passwords that Sirius had guessed at (by the time they'd stopped using these spots, he'd managed to break into the Slytherin Common Room three times), and a trick wand that James had once managed to swap with Lucius's. They'd had to steal it back and return Lucius's wand before the teachers discovered who it was--wand stealing was serious business--and they'd hidden it here so no one would find it on any of them. It creakily changed into partial rubber trout as Peter picked it up, and gave up partway through.

Idiots, he thought. We were idiots.

And of course, they had been. None of them could have suspected what Lucius Malfoy was capable of, if he'd caught them.

He turned Percy's wand on the rubbish and Incinerated it. He didn't need trick wands anymore, though he intended to find a real one as soon as he could.

Actually, he could steal this one. Percy's wand worked reasonably well for him. He could go out of the castle, move on into the world. Go to Madagascar, or some other unlikely place, where no one would ever think to look for him even if they hadn't thought he was dead. Even the Dark Lord wouldn't think of it, not for a long time, if he found someone to bring him back.

He stared at the wand for a long time. It probably wouldn't even be suspicious. Percy was a first year. They'd probably assume he'd clumsily dropped it into the lake. It wouldn't be the first time.

With some regret, Peter set the wand down. Losing his wand would be one thing. Losing his wand and his rat--a suspiciously old rat--would be something else. There was at least one person outside of Azkaban who might hear rumors from either Hogwarts or the Ministry. It wasn't likely, but it was possible.

Say, Remus... did you hear about that crazy first year at Hogwarts? Lost his wand and his rat on the first day!

His rat, you say?

Yes, pity really. Thing can't get far; it has to be at least seven years old...

And then...

Yes, and then. Remus didn't have anyone to protect anymore--Sirius was in greater trouble now than he would have been for the Animagus transformation, and James was beyond punishment.

So, better not to draw attention to Percy Weasley.

Peter emptied out his coat pockets. He didn't have a lot, but he did have a collection of Prophet articles that he'd nibbled out of Arthur Weasley's paper over the years. Suspicious things--disappearances, unexplained madness, things like that. Things that he suspected would lead him to the only protection he had left. He also had the things he'd been carrying the day he went into hiding--a picture of his mother, a picture of James, Sirius, and Remus all playing with the baby, Harry, while Lily chopped Potions ingredients in the background. A bag of Galleons that he'd taken out of Gringotts over the last six months before disappearing, knowing he might need them suddenly (in fact, they'd been buried in the Weasleys' garden, totally untouched, for the past seven years, along with the rest of it, and he'd always been afraid that they'd be found).

Slowly, carefully, he lowered these items into the hole. It was better here than in Gryffindor Tower. Easier to get to in a hurry. Easier to hide, if he needed to, in the shadows until everyone was gone.

He sealed it up again, then transformed and headed back for Percy's dormitory.

It was all in place when he sneaked back in to take it back seven years later.

something with lily parents? we seen james parents, and sirius parents, and even lupin parents. but i dont think you ever written about Lily and petunia's parents. for QuillCharm11
[I did a really long time ago, but pretty much everything about it turned out wrong, so I have to start over again.]
"Maybe you could invite Sev's parents to the picnic," Lily suggested, chopping fruit into a large bowl. "I don't think they have many friends."

Petunia snorted, but did not comment.

Mum sighed. "I've tried, sweetheart. I tried before you ever went off to school, and I've tried inviting them for every party, every Christmas, and any other thing I could think of. The Snapes are not at all interested in being our friends. But you may invite little Sev if you'd like."

"Mother, no!" Petunia wrinkled her nose. "He can't be here!"

"You have a guest!" Lily reminded her.

"Exactly. D'you think I want Bill Andersen seeing me talking to someone like that?"

Lily tried to imagine Severus allowing himself to be pinned down by Petunia, forced to listen to her gossip. "I don't think you have to worry about Sev letting you talk to him," she said.

Dad didn't even turn down the corner of his paper. "That's enough, girls. You may each have your own friend. Tuney, your sister didn't ask you not to invite yours, so you have no right to ask her not to invite hers."

"So, will you invite him?" Mum asked. "Or would you like to invite someone else from your school? You're more than welcome. You've mentioned a few girls you know, and really, you're a bit young to be inviting boys who... well... fancy you."

"Sev doesn't fancy me, Mum," Lily said, blushing. "We're just friends. He doesn't have many friends, either."

"Even in a school full of freaks, he's still a freak?" Petunia asked.

This time, the paper did come down. Dad grimaced, his green eyes--so like Lily's own--looking like they were ready to shoot out daggers. "Tuney, how many times do we have to tell you not to throw that word around?"

"Why do you always yell at me? Lily's the one who just said I wasn't worth talking to."

"That's not what your sister said," Mum told her.

"It's what she meant."

Lily didn't correct this.

Mum set down the hors d'oeuvre she was working on and rubbed her fingers on her apron. "Petunia, there is a rather large difference between making a joke and calling someone names."

"Only when it's Lily making the 'joke'!" Petunia turned on her heel and stomped upstairs.

Lily went back to chopping fruit, hoping that Mum and Dad would let it go.

Mum sighed. "Do you want to go after her, Harry, or shall I?"

"Let her steam a bit," Dad said. "She'll get over it, and I'm a bit sick of her attitude. When she's not busy insulting Lily's friends for being a bit too uncommon, she's insulting us for being 'vulgar and common.' You'd think she was born to the bloody manor and we were her servants."


"Let her be, Vi. She'll outgrow it, but not if we coddle her about it. I think we've coddled Tuney more than enough."

Lily doubted, somehow, that Petunia would agree with this sentiment, but again, she said nothing. If Tuney was going to call witches and wizards "freaks," then she deserved to be in trouble.

Mum rubbed her forehead like she had a splitting headache. "Just trying to see things as she does..."

"It's easy enough. Remember when you were thirteen, and the whole world was against you, especially your parents." Dad smiled faintly. "Makes me feel like a right ass, looking back. Tuney will probably feel the same way when she has children of her own who complain that her house is too clean and she listens to all the wrong music. I don't recall my dad going up and trying to make me feel like something other than an idiot when I said idiotic things."

Mum managed a little smile at this, and stopped rubbing her head. "When I was Tuney's age, I used to try and speak in posh accent and got quite upset when Mum would show up and... well, you know how Mum sounded."

"At extremely high volume," Dad concurred, and raised his paper again.

Lily waited a minute, but the conversation didn't re-commence. "So," she said, "if you think it would be better, I do have some new friends from school. Do you think I could ask Emmeline?"

I'd love to see more of Mrs. Lupin and Mrs. Potter interacting. for selonbrody
"You really don't have to keep up a defense, Mrs. Potter," Julia Lupin said, sipping at her iced tea. Far back in the Potters' garden, the boys were up on broomsticks, but neither of the mothers present was paying close attention; they were all competent in the air.

"Tosh," Dorea said. "Don't imagine I'm doing it because I don't think you can defend yourself against my niece."

"Then why?"

"Because I rather enjoy tweaking Walburga's nose. As an excuse for it, you do nicely." She grinned. "I hope that hasn't destroyed your image of me."

"I'll survive the disillusionment," Julia said. She watched the boys flying for a while. James made a spectacular dive. Sirius was darting around him like a hornet. Peter Pettigrew seemed to just be pacing them. Remus, who was the least confident with flying stunts, had chosen to be a Keeper, so that he just had to wait for someone to take a shot (which Sirius never seemed to do). "I'm glad Remus has found friends."

"I can't imagine him not finding friends. He's a perfectly delightful boy."

"He's a little shy. He didn't have any friends before Hogwarts."

Dorea just said, "Hmm."

"I suppose John and I have got a bit reclusive, too."

"Easily fixed. Charlus and I are having a bit of a 'do this February, for Valentine's Day. You should come. There'll be dancing."

"I haven't danced in years. John is actually a rather good dancer." Julia fretted at the sleeve of her robe, where the appearance Charm was starting to fade, and she could see the frayed threads. She wondered if she could get something that was in good enough shape for a spell to hold all evening. "I should ask him, though. He doesn't like dressing up."

This earned another, "Hmm," and in this case, Julia supposed that Dorea understood completely what the problem was.

Julia bit her lip. "I think we could do it."

"I certainly hope so. I've invited Nelwyn Pettigrew as well, and I sincerely hope I'll have some help coping with her. Not to speak ill of another mother, but..." She shuddered theatrically, then was uncharacteristically quiet for a long time, stirring her drink. Finally, she sighed and said, "I'm on the Board of Governors, Julia."

Julia looked up sharply. "You...?"

Dorea nodded. "I know. Dumbledore exacted a vow of secrecy from us, so I can't even tell you what I know, but I think you understand me."

"I... yes."

"I maintain that I am shocked you would think your son wouldn't have friends, even in light of the thing I know. He's a very likeable little boy."

Julia processed this, then took a deep breath and said, "Dorea, I know that your James is death on anything to do with Dark magic. Remus is afraid--"

Dorea waved that off. "What happened to Remus is not anything he chose. If James does the calculations--and I'm reasonably sure enough of my son to assume he eventually will, if he hasn't already--he'll assume Remus is the victim of Dark magic, not a practitioner." She sighed. "I know he can be a little aggressive about the subject. I suppose Charlus and I don't help, deliberately tweaking Bugga's nose whenever possible, and I probably shouldn't have hexed Abraxus Malfoy while he was trying to speak to the Minister--"

"That was you?" Julia grinned, remembering the sudden outburst of rhyming nonsense that had been quoted verbatim in the Prophet, when he'd meant to go in and demand that Dumbledore be removed from Hogwarts for allowing in unspecified "undesirables" (and, given that he was also on Board of Governors, Julia suspected that Remus was at least one of the undesirables in question).

Dorea grinned. "Just between us, of course."

"Of course."

"Well, as I said--Charlus and I are possibly not the best moderating influence on James. We try, but it's hard to get terribly fussed about him hexing Narcissa Black when we're busy crossing wands with Cygnus and Dru. But even so--no matter how hard he comes down on Dark witches and wizards, he would never betray a friend, not for anything. Your son is safe in James's circle."

"Thank you."

"And I hope that Remus will prove to be a better moderating influence than I am." She frowned suddenly. "Oh, bloody... I think I'd best call them in. Sirius is flashing the neighbors again."
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sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: February 6th, 2012 06:40 am (UTC) (Link)
So adorable that Mr. Evans is named Harry! ( I love that!)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 6th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Why shouldn't Harry be named after someone, right? Though I had to add the bit about Petunia calling the name vulgar and common, of course.
hungrytiger11 From: hungrytiger11 Date: February 6th, 2012 02:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really like all of them, especially since you answer some of the questions one's sure to get if they think about the story much (why Peter stayed, etc.) I find it very interesting that he's kept a photo of James, Sirius, Remus,Harry and Lily all these years. You write him well and make him, while not what exactly sympathetic.... multidimensional.

I also really enjoyed seeing Lily's parents because I've always wondered how they'd take their daughters' changing relationship, and Petunia's words/actions about "freaks." I love that she's also on about her parents being too "common" and wonder at the implication that perhaps if her parents had talked to her whether it would have been made better or worse. Also, I'm totally curious about whether Lily invited Snape or Emmeline, though its not important to your story.

The Last one was fun to see where James got it from too.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 6th, 2012 06:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's hard to say with Petunia. She probably feels quite genuinely that she's trying to improve herself, and her parents and sister aren't supporting her (maybe she sees herself something like the first child in a family who wants to go to college, while her parents treat her like she's being stuck-up and thinking she's better than they are, while the sister who wants to be a beauty queen gets away with anything). Since her parents see it more accurately--she's embarrassed at not being from "good" family and trying to cover it up--they aren't going to respond by feeding her fantasy. Maybe if she'd found something she was really good at, and they'd petted her about it as much as they petted Lily, it would have been different, but she doesn't seem to have looked for anything that made her stand out.

Lily invited Emmeline. She's twelve, and probably a little squicked at the idea that Snape fancies her. (Or that anyone does, unless it's someone she had chosen first. Possibly a rock star or her favorite television personality.)

Edited at 2012-02-06 06:59 pm (UTC)
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: February 6th, 2012 04:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love Mrs. Potter! The first was an interesting look into the mind of Peter Pettigrew. The boys mania for finding and marking hidey-holes is so true to the world they had created for themselves. How sad that Peter was still keeping a photo of the other marauders.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 6th, 2012 07:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sure Peter just tells himself that it was totally just there in his pocket, no reason to get rid of it, but he's not holding it for sentimental reasons...

It can be reasonably certain that he got rid of it when he went back to Voldemort, as it would cast a lot of questions about his loyalty.
beceh From: beceh Date: February 6th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
They were all great. Especially loved that last one.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 6th, 2012 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
I wanted James's parents to be fun.
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 6th, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really liked your take on Lily and Petunia{s parents. fic about them is so non-existance that it makes me love this even more.

while i occassionally feel bad about petunia, this is not the case. you showcased the snob better than this family but never does rise up ugly trait in petunia perfectly.

love the little detail about mr. evans being named harry.

would love to see more of mr and mrs evans in the future!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 6th, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
We're not given much to go on with Lily's parents, so that may be why there's not much written. (Me, that would generally mean I'd find the characters, in some ways, more appealing... except that, after the last two books, I kind of lost interest in Lily herself!)
malinbe From: malinbe Date: February 8th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, look, it's mine!! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to comment- stupid phone and internet company has come over to connect us yet (and it's been almost a month!), but every now and then I come to a wifi hotspot and open aaaaall your posts in tabs so I can read them later. Thank you especially for mine! I'm sure I'll love it.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 9th, 2012 05:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Evil internet companies! Hope you enjoy it when you get a good connection.
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