#-That it was Serverus looking after a red haired Harry Potter

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The fifth Marauder

Summary: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin oh and that guy Peter. Peter Pettigrew? He always followed them around right? Anyway, everyone at Hogwarts knew them. They were notorious for their pranks and from girls’ perspective, their looks as well (oh not all of them!). They were like a family, even after Hogwarts. And James’ and Lily’s death… their passing changed everything.

Yes everyone knew the four of them. Then why is it that no one remembered the fifth? That is, until now…

Notes: This is my first written fanfiction ever! Hopefully someone out there will enjoy it. I am not a native English speaker, so if you notice some mistakes: let me know! Me writing this is also to get more fluent in writing.

Last but not least: I don’t own the world of Harry Potter or any characters in it, this is all thanks to JK Rowling.

Pairing: My OC x Sirius Black, but not until later on in the story!

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter one

There it was shining red, bigger than I had imagined: the Hogwarts Express. I was surrounded by steam and sounds everywhere. The platform was buzzing with people: saying their goodbyes to loved ones, running after their pets and stressed about their luggage. It was exciting but also really overwhelming.

I had been acquainted with the magic community very early on. My dad was muggle born, but my mum was a proper witch. She had been a Ravenclaw, a very bright one. I didn’t know how my parents met, my father didn’t fancy talking about that subject. You see, when my baby brother died my mum had lost it. She blamed his death on magic, which I was told, was not at all the cause. It was a very unfortunate natural death. But my mum lost it. Lost it on me as well since I showed displays of magic very early on. It got worse.

Until she cursed me.

Eventually she ended up in St Mungos, never the same. My dad wasn’t exactly the same after that either, nor was I.

What my mum did scared me and turned me away from magic for a while. I thought magic was wrong and did harm, so I started to suppress it. My dad tried his best to comfort me, but he was a muggle. He didn´t understand how it felt to wield magic. He probably didn´t even fully understand that world I belonged to. So when I was six and started to get outbursts of uncontrolled magic, he desperately turned to a man that would have a lot of impact on my life: Albus Dumbledore.

When he visited us I was very much impressed. He conjured a rose for me out of thin air. It is still one of my priced belongings because it never withered. Albus took me for a walk, explained the beauty of magic. He told me about healing and creation. I was impressed and intrigued by all the options and beauty. If I came to Hogwarts, he told me, I could study and learn these kind of things myself. Later on I overheard Dumbledore speaking to my dad. He explained the dangers of what I was doing to myself and explained something about developing an obscurus and becoming an obscurial. He thought he had been able to give me some insights and that my dad would be able to keep me excited for magic.  My dad, dear old sweet dad, did everything in his power to make me accept magic. And luckily, he succeeded.

So there I was, five years later and eleven years old, overwhelmed by my surroundings while holding my dad’s arm tightly. New in my possession was my slightly springy flexibility pear wood 12 ½ inch dragon heartstring core wand, bought at Ollivander’s. The man had told me pear wands are among the most resilient and that there is no instance in which a pear wand had been discovered in the possession of a Dark witch of wizard. This knowledge had calmed me, as it did now. What also calmed me was that I could bring my best friend to Hogwarts. I heard a high mew coming from the carrier on my trolley. It was Thor, my European-short hair cat. Dad had given him to me as a birthday present, last year.  He took me to a litter and let me choose my companion. In truth I didn’t chose Thor, he chose me. Of all the kittens he was the only one walking towards me to be petted and I instantly fell in love with him. He had big feet and I expected him to grow big and strong, so I gave him a big and strong name. However, I should have named him Loki after the Norse god of mischief. He hadn’t grown that big to be fair, he was even slightly below average, but still with big paws and energy outbursts. He often ran through the house, his tail and back crooked while meowing as if he was possessed. And now he would come with me to Hogwarts.

My dad grabbed my hand on his arm and squeezed reassuringly.

‘Keira, you are going to be brilliant. Will you write me?’ He was well aware he would have to rely on owls for our correspondence.

‘Of course. I will really miss you dad.’

‘You will feel at home and have friends in no time, you will see.’ I knew he was going to miss me terribly as well. He would have to spend his days without his eleven year old bookworm and the mischievous kitten. ‘Now let’s find you a nice spot on the train.’ He pushed the trolley towards the train and looked for an empty compartment. We had to manoeuvre through witches and wizards of all ages in colorful robes, all busy getting on- or helping someone getting on the train. Owls screeched and cats meowed.

Dad helped me lifting my trunk into the train. I lingered and we looked at each other for a while.

‘Have fun Keira and blow everyone away! Not in the literal sense tough.’ He winked at me and I snickered.

‘Thanks dad. I love you.’

‘Love you too girl.’ He gave me a bear hug in which I lingered until the train driver signaled departure. My dad quickly left the train and I pushed myself against the window to wave until he was out of sight.

Only when he was out of sight it dawned on me: I was on my way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

But I didn’t get much time to ponder. A auburn haired girl and a black haired boy passed by me.

´Come on Sev, there must be another place to sit… one without pretentious gits.´ The girl seemed extremely irritated and the boy pretty worked up. I looked into the cart where they appeared to have come from. A group of rowdy boys were sitting there. One had had messy black hair and glasses. Opposite of him sat another black-haired boy with striking grey eyes. There also was a boy with light brown hair, some scars in his face and shabby clothes. The last boy has mousy brown hair, small watery eyes, a pointed nose and he was very small for his age. I opened the door to the compartment.

´Is that seat free?’ I asked.

‘Depends who is asking.’ Answered the spectacled boy.

‘So you are the pretentious gits.’ I smiled while I came in and closed the door behind me.

‘You met Snivellus as well!’ The boy grinned.

‘Snivellus?’

‘Or Serverus whatever his name is. The grouchy blacked haired boy? He wants to be Slytherin.’

‘Again,’ began the other black haired boy ‘my whole family have been in Slytherin.’

‘Rather brainy than brawny.’ Said the first boy with a sneering voice. All the boys burst out in laughter and I suspected it was because of some kind of imitation of Snivellus. I had installed myself in the compartment with Thor.

‘Are you first year too?’ Asked the light brown haired boy. I nodded.

‘I suppose we all are? I am James by the way. James Potter.’ Introduced the spectacled boy.

‘Sirius Black.’ Chimed the other black-haired boy in. He had nice features and demonstrated some natural elegance when he moved.

‘I am Remus Lupin, nice to meet you.’ The light brown haired boy made himself more comfortable next to James.

‘Peter Pettigrew.’ Squeaked the last boy next to the boy named Remus.

‘My name is Keira Cavanaugh and this is Thor.’ I introduced myself and my best friend. Peter eyed him suspiciously. ‘He is very friendly, unless you are a mouse.’ I smiled at him. The longer I looked at him, the more he reminded me of a rodent tough… He also didn’t seem very reassured by my words. ‘That reminds me: does anyone mind if I let him out?’ Peter didn’t seem too keen on this but didn’t speak up, the others assured me they didn’t mind. James started a vivid conversation about quidditch while I opened Thor’s basket. Peter immediately was drawn to James and clung to every word he uttered. James, Sirius and Peter were very engaged in the conversation. I wasn’t a shy person, but I liked listening more than talking, especially when meeting new people. Remus seemed to be the same kind of person, or maybe he didn’t care much for quidditch because he didn’t speak that much either.

‘Keira, do you have a favourite quidditch team?’ Peter kindly tried to engage me in the conversation.

‘Well I like the Holyhead Harpies, but I don’t exactly follow quidditch actively.’

‘Seems like we will if we stick around James.’ Sirius laughed. James tried to kick his leg. The two black-haired boys seemed to be very comfortable around each other, like they had known each other for a while. Their interaction was, because of that, very intriguing to me.

‘Does any of you have older relatives that already go to Hogwarts?’ Asked Remus eagerly to shift the conversation from quidditch to something else.

‘Not me.’ James said. ‘Only child.’ Remus looked around but none of us could answer his question positive.

‘I really can’t wait to arrive.’ He sighed.

‘Seems like we will have to pass some more time…’ I said while looking out of the window.

‘Fine, but please, no more quidditch!’ Remus begged which made us all laugh.