Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: This story is completely independent from any other Marauders stories I've written. It's just going to show some adventures from the Marauder's years, but they will all be connected in somewhere which is why it is not in Marauders One Shot.

A/N: This is just a side project I'm working on for fun. I'm not sure how often I'll update it.

I didn't bother to proof read this so there might be some mistakes.

Marauders School Year Snippets

Prologue

From his swing, a small boy with black hair and stormy grey eyes watched a couple of kids kicking a ball around. On the swing next to him was a girl older than him. She had long brown hair that was braided and light brown eyes that were watching the boy next to her.

"Go join them." She said.

"Andromeda," The boy said with a sigh. "I can't. You know what mother says about them. They are filthy muggles."

Andromeda glared at him. "Don't say that, Sirius. There is nothing wrong with them. Aunt Walburga doesn't know what she is talking about. Muggles and muggle-borns are just as good as pure-blood wizards. There is nothing different about them, except that muggle-borns come from muggle families. That is the only difference. There is no difference in their magical abilities. I even know some muggle-borns who are better at classes than some pure-blood. Being pure of blood means nothing."

Sirius tilted his head to the side in confusion. "But mom says that Mudbloods-"

The older girl grabbed Sirius's shoulders tightly and stared him in the eyes. "Do not ever say that word. It is a very bad word, insulting muggle-borns. It means dirty blood. Muggle-borns do not have dirty blood. Their blood is just as clean as ours. Their families are just different from ours."

"Okay, Meda." Sirius wrinkled his nose. He didn't let using bad words against people. Despite how he was raised, he didn't like hurting people's feeling. "Mom says muggle-borns are bad and are poisoning our world. That they are just second-class to us."

Sighing, Andromeda shook her head. "She's wrong. They are helping our world. Without Muggle-borns our world would slowly be diminishing. If we just wanted pure-blood in our world, we would have to marry family members and reproduce that way. And eventually those kids would become deformed because it's not right to marry family. Muggle-borns are helping us. They are keeping our world here."

"So all pure-bloods hate muggle-borns?" Sirius asked.

"No." Andromeda laughed. "Not all, just some. Those who like muggle-borns are called blood traitors by pure-bloods who hate muggle-borns. But they aren't blood traitors. I actually think they are more respectable and nicer."

Sirius grinned. "Do you know any of these so-called "blood traitors"?"

"I know names. The biggest family that is considered blood traitors though are the Potters. There are also the Lupins, Longbottoms, Weasleys, and so many more." Andromeda replied with a grin. "And there is one more blood traitor you might want to know about."

"Who?" Sirius asked curiously.

Andromeda lowered her voice. "Me."

"What?" Sirius screamed in shock.

Hushing him, Andromeda checked the area to make sure no one was watching. "I'm dating a muggle-born in Hufflepuff. I really like him. Promise not to tell?"

Sirius nodded his head frantically. "Promise, Meda." He frowned. "But mother said that the Lupins aren't pure-blood."

"Oh, of course." Andromeda said faintly. "I forgot that they are half-blood now because John Lupin married a muggle-born so either way they are still these so-called blood traitors. Sirius, don't tell your mom about this conversation. She won't like it."

Sirius nodded his head. "I know she won't. She'll probably lock me in my room or something along those lines if she learned of this conversation."

Andromeda smiled. "Good, not go play with those kids. They aren't going to contaminate you."

*Prologue*

A young boy, slightly chubby for his age, was swinging slowly back and forth on the swing connected to a tree in his backyard. Once again, he was by himself. His parents were off to work and wouldn't be back into late. His babysitter was inside reading a book, completely ignoring. It was always the same thing. Parents go to work, babysitter comes and tells him to go do something and she reads a book, completely forgetting about him. He had no friends around. He lived in a muggle neighborhood so when he displayed accidental magic it freaked them all out and they started avoiding him. His life sucked.

"Peter, come on in." Mrs. Amy Pettigrew called out back.

Peter perked up. His parents were finally home. "Hi mom."

"Hi sweetie." Mrs. Pettigrew replied, kissing his cheek. "Have a fun day with Katie?"

The young boy grimaced but nodded his head in a lie. "Yes mother. Are we still going to get ice cream tomorrow?"

Amy smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Peter. But I have to work tomorrow now."

Frowning, Peter looked at the ground. Disappointment was nothing new to him. His parents had to work a lot and got called in a lot. Their plans hardly ever worked out the way he wanted. "I understand mom." He said distressed.

"We can go next week, Peter."

Peter nodded his head but didn't reply. That's what his parents always said. But it never happened. He would eventually just give up on asking if they would go because it was just less painful then having to be told next week over and over again.

*Prologue*

"Come along, James." Dorea shouted up the stairs.

A scrawny boy, around eight, with messy black hair, hazel eyes, and circle glasses came stomping down the stairs. "I don't see why I have to go meet them." He grumbled.

Dorea sighed. She ran her fingers through her son's hair. "Because they are our new neighbors and you should get to know them."

Grumbling, James followed his parents out of his house. His mother was carrying a plate of brownies for their new neighbors. Most of the time he got what he wanted. His parents doted over him all the time and absolutely loved anything he did. They would never punish him and he loved it. He could get away with any prank he pulled. No matter the prank, his parents just loved it and tell him good job.

"Come on, mom. They're busy or they're not home." James said when no one answered the door after a few minutes.

"Oh nonsense, James." Dorea replied. She knocked the bronze knocker once more.

A few seconds later the door was opened by a pale looking boy with light brown that looked messy like he had been sleeping recently and bright gold eyes with flecks of blue crystal in them. "Hello." He said a little confused.

Dorea smiled at him. "Hello. I'm Dorea Potter. This is my husband, Charlus Potter and our son, James Potter. We heard we had new neighbors." She pointed to the house next door. "We live right there. We wanted to come and welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Ah, that is very kind." He looked back into his house then back at the Potters. "Sadly my parents got called away to work some time ago. I'm sorry it took me so long to answer the door. I was sleeping."

"No trouble at all, uh….what is your name?" Mr. Charlus Potter asked.

"Sorry. Remus Lupin." Remus said kindly.

James raised a brow. Remus Lupin? What kind of name was that? It sure was a strange name.

"Well, Remus, these brownies are for you and your parents." Dorea said as she handed the plate to Remus.

A grin spread on his face. "Chocolate? I love chocolate. Thanks very much!"

Dorea laughed. "I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Remus smiled. "It's alright. Thanks for the brownies. It was nice to meet you."

*Prologue*

James jumped off the last step and ran into the sitting room where his mother was reading. "Mom, I'm bored." He cried.

"Then go play." Dorea replied, looking up from her book.

Grinning, James ran outside. He looked over at his new neighbor's house to see Remus leaning against the tree in his front yard, reading a book. He wrinkled his nose and went over to him. "Are you really reading?"

Remus looked up from his with a tired smile. "Nothing else to do except unpack and I'm not doing that."

James laughed. "Why don't we explore?" He suggested.

The book was immediately closed. "Sounds fun. Just let me go tell my mom."

"You have a weird name, you know that?" James asked as he led Remus through their backyards. Behind their houses was a forest.

Remus just chuckled, knowing that James meant no offense by it. "Which makes it a great name. I bet I'll never meet another Remus in my life, but you. You'll meet another James sooner or later."

"Oi! I happen to like my name." James said, punching Remus slightly in the shoulder.

Laughing, Remus jumped over a fallen branch. "So have you ever been back here?"

"Naw. I've never explored it before. There's a first time for everything, right?" James asked with a grin.

Remus nodded his head.

For the next few hours the boys ran through the forest, jumping over branches and small streams. They climbed across a small trench they found, using stones in the stream in it to get across. They talked all about who they were. James came from a rich family and always got what he wanted. He could do no wrong in his parents' eyes. Remus came from a poor family and hardly ever got what he wanted. His parents had to work a lot to take care of him. In short, they were complete opposites family wise. But in personality, they were close. James was mischievous, loved exploring, and loved pranks. Remus was quiet, liked to read, but also loved exploring. He's always wanted to play a prank, but never got any good ideas.

*Prologue*

Nine year old James Potter jumped over a small trench. Ahead of him he saw a small clearing that he and Remus found when they were exploring the forest one day. Sitting on one of the logs in the clearing was his best friend, Remus, with a book in hand. "Reading again, Remus?"

Remus looked up from his book with a grin. He flipped his bangs out of his face. "It's not my fault that you were late, Jamesy. Anyway, you got the stuff?"

James dropped his rucksack on the ground between the log he was on and the one Remus was on. "I must say that I am pride, Remmie. I've taught you well in this last year that we've known each other. Just a little more training and you can be a master prankster like me." He said proudly.

Rolling his eyes, Remus grabbed the bag and opened it. "This will work out perfectly. And the dinner party is tonight?"

"Yes." James said with a smirk.

Remus and James peeked around the corner and into the dining room. Despite the fact that the Potters were having a dinner party tonight, they had let Remus sleep over tonight. They loved the boy. He was nice and polite, the opposite of their son. And he and James were the best of friends. They could always be seen together, causing some type of chaos. The people of this town were never going to be the same again.

Remus looked at his friend with a twinkle shining in his eyes. "Chaos is fun." He whispered as he pushed the button on the little bomb he was holding. He quickly chucked it into the dining room and ducked back with James.

"Five…..four…..three…." James and Remus counted together with smirked. "Two….ONE!"

A boom sounded in the room just in time. They both looked back into the room to see it covered in red, blue, yellow, black, any color imaginable paint. The guests around the table were swearing loudly or complaining about their clothes being ruined. "The fireworks quickly!" Remus whispered, pulling a water bottle out.

James grabbed the no-heat fireworks and held them out for Remus to dump water on them. Once they were lit with the water, James threw them into the dining room to watch the chaos that setting them off would cause. Shock yelling, some swearing, and ducking was the result and Remus and James couldn't help but laugh.

"One more thing to get them running." James whispered and pulled two dungbombs out.

Laughter could be heard from James's room all night long. The two boys were lying on James's bed, laughing and reenacting the faces of the people running out of the house after everything that the boy's did. It was just too easy to chase adults off.

*Prologue*

"Hey Remus, can I sleepover tonight?" James asked lazily from the floor. He was at Remus's house and his friend was lying on the couch, playing with his magic. Remus somehow got control of his accidental magic and was mocking James with it because he couldn't control his. So he got to watch Remus levitate a galleon about an inch from his palm.

But as soon as James spoke, the coin fell to the ground and Remus was looking around frantically, yet again. At least once a month, Remus would get all weird like this. "Sorry, James, not tonight. I'm busy with my parents. Maybe some other time, kay?"

"Sure, Remmie. It happens." James replied.

And just like always when that happened, Remus couldn't hang out the next day so James was bored, bored, BORED!

*Prologue*

Nine and half year old James bounded over to his friend's house and knocked on the door. "Remmie, Remmie, Remmie, open up. I'm bored!" When there was no reply, James frowned. "REMUS?"

"I'm sorry, James." Charlus told his son a little while later when his son told him that something was wrong at Remus's. "I went over there and looked. The house is empty. I think they moved."

"But why would he move without telling me?" James asked. "How am I supposed to hang with him now if I don't know where he is?"

Charlus patted his son on the shoulder. "Don't worry son. I'm sure you'll see him again some day."

A/N: I know that I didn't show a scene from Remus's point of view in this. There was a reason for that. I don't want to show his past until the Marauders find out his past. It's just more fun that way.

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