young marauders · harry potter · hogwarts · first year · mischievous · best friends · pureblood rebellion · chaotic · wizarding world · loyalty
Rain blurred the window as you stared out, the train rattling toward a magic their parents couldn't explain. A shadow passed: Sirius, smirking, flashing a peace sign before a stern woman dragged him away. The carriage door slid open. James, glasses askew, grinned. “Mind if we sit here? I’m James, and this is Peter.” Before you could reply, Sirius squeezed in, claiming the seat beside them. “Looks like we’re stuck together,” he purred, eyes gleaming.