(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Marauders birthdays

When James Potter turned four, his family came to visit. Grandma and Grandpa Potter gave him a huge teddy bear and five galleons. Aunt Beatrice had baked a fantastic birthday cake, and crazy Uncle Joe gave him a pair of used socks wrapped in bacon and ten dung bombs. He hadn´t been right in the head since the war with Grindewald in 1945. Funny as he hadn't even fought in the war. He had been twenty and his peculiar mind had apparently been the aftermath of unrequited love, between him and his dog. Or maybe he had always been like this. Anyway, James was showered in presents and attention. It was the best day ever, except the time his father had taken him to the Quidditch World Cup.

When Peter Pettigrew turned four, all his friends came to visit. His mother worked extra hours at the clinic, so she could give him the best party he ever had. They had rented a giant bouncy castle, and she had cooked plenty of food. It was tiny versions of all Peters favourite food, mini hotdogs, bite sized burgers, and tiny sandwiches. Him and the other children spent hours jumping about in the bouncy castle, eating snacks and Peters mother had made everyone goodie bags and his aunt had baked a football cake. He ate so much he threw up into one of the potted plants. It was the coolest thing ever. Peter and his party was the talk of the schoolyard for weeks.

When Sirius Black turned four, he was excused from etiquette class early, and Sirius and his brother spent most of the early afternoon playing with Sirius´ new toys. Later, they were bathed dressed in their finest robes. Sirius sat next to Rabastian Lestrange at the children´s table; the adults were in the room across the hall. Sitting through dinner, all five courses, was murder. It took all of his strength not to start a food fight. He was thrilled when it was over and his father came to bring them all into the parlour, where he would open his presents. He got robes, books and all sorts of things, respectable young purebloods should have. After opening his presents Sirius and Regulus was sent to bed, and the party was over, some of the other adults stayed to chat to Mr. and Mrs. Black. Sirius hoped that next year he could have a real party with games, friends and toys.

When Remus Lupin turned four, he barely noticed. He was hospitalised, had been for two weeks. The first seven days of his stay, had been spent in a coma. He didn't know why he was in St. Mungos, but he thought it probably had something to do with the big doggie that had bit him. He didn't remember anything after that, just black, until he had woken up in the hospital. He almost wished he hadn't woken up. Especially because he woke up to his parents arguing, about him. He didn't understand all the words they used, but he got the general idea of the loud conversation. He now knew his father didn't want him anymore, he wasn't his son. His mother had protested, fiercely. Nevertheless, he figured his father had won. Considering he hadn't seen them since. Though his mother had sent him a birthday present, the only reason he knew it was his birthday. It was the worst birthday to date.