The Marauders and I

Rosalinda Jones is a young witch who is a student at Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. In her first year, she meets the Marauders, Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon and Severus Snape. Friendship between some of the people flourish but rivals are also strongly standing.
In her fifth year, something terrible happens to her; and trying to balance that, her OWLs and her friends is not easy. Journey with Rosie as she battles with her magical studies and her life as a teenager


2. The Morning After

Peacefully, that is how I slept my first night in our dormitory at Hogwarts. Very peacefully. That was until I felt myself being shaken violently awake the next morning. A tired groan slipped from my lips as I batted away my annoying waker.

“Rosie, wake up!”

“Why?” I moaned, pulling a pillow over my head.

“Because, it’s the first day of school!”

With a defeated sigh, I rolled out from under the pillow and lucked at Lily who was beaming down at me. A smile of my own slipped on my face and I threw the pillow at Lily. Squealing, she dived towards her own bed; and I saw my chance. I grabbed my clothing from my trunk and dived to the empty bathroom. When in the door way, I turned to face Lily – still laughing hysterically as she attempted to sit up – and gave her a smug grin, before closing the door. I took my time in the  bathroom, knowing that it was only six o’clock and I had ages to go before first lesson. I took a shower, taking the time to carefully pat myself dry with the warm, fluffy towel that was waiting for me on the rack. Then I changed into my uniform. My uniform consisted of a crisp polo shirt (long sleeved), a jumper vest top, a – just above – knee length skirt, my red and yellow Gryffindor tie, a pair of grey knee high socks and some simple black, slip-ons. Then, I exited the bathroom and sat at the dressing table. My hair was still wrapped up in a towel on my head, so I took the time to apply some natural looking make up and then I grabbed my wand. Quickly, I un did the towel, letting the damp hair fall down my back. Under my breath, I muttered a charm and my hair tumbled down my back in its usual jet black curls.

“Lily,” I called, “How long are you going to be?”

“Give me five minutes!” She shouted back.

                With a nod, I walked over to my bed and with a flick of my wand, it was made. Then, I began to unpack my clothing, something that I really should have done last night; but I never got around to it. When my clothes were safely stored away, I picked up a small, rectangular parcel that was wrapped in a silk scarf. Carefully, I unwrapped it and smiled at the three picture photo frame with images that move and joke. In the top right corner there was an image of myself, my mother and my father all grinning up at the photo and at each other – I was only five or six at the time. In the bottom left corner there was a photo of my mother, father, me and my little brother laughing away at some joke that my father had said. But the photo in the centre was my favourite one. It was a photo of myself and my brother, well two photos really. One of me holding him in a little blanket when he was only a few days old, looking so cute and innocent as he looked up at me with those adorable blue eyes, and one that had been take the previous year where we were sat in a hug but I was tickling him furiously; making tears pour out of both of our eyes.

“Is that your brother?” A voice asked from behind me.

Shocked, I whipped my head around to see that both Lily and Marlene peering over my shoulder at the photo.

“That’s my little Sam, the baby of our family!” I said, pride swelling up in my voice.

“He’s adorable!” Marlene cooed.

“The sweetest thing I have ever seen!” Lily exclaimed.

“Thank you!” I blushed as I gently placed the frame on my bed side cabinet.

For a few moments I stared at it, and let some memories of old sink in. When I felt sudden emotions beginning to stir, I took a deep breath and stood up.

“Right Ladies,” I stated in a military style voice, “Time for breakfast!”

The two other girls giggled and we filed out of the room in a straight line. When we reached the bottom of the steps, I smiled at the sight of the quiet common room. It looked so peaceful. It was then that I noticed the boys that were huddled around some comfy armchairs near the roaring fire.

“Be right back!” I whispered to the girls, who simply nodded.

Slowly, I crept forwards towards the boys, a mischievous grin on my face. When I was only a few strides away from them, I lunged.

                The boy who I had lunged on let out a shocked squeal and I giggled down his ear, my arms wrapped around his neck. The other boys were laughing hysterically and I stuck my tongue out at them.

“Morning James!” I whispered in his ear.

“Ro! God you scared me to death!” He stated.

“Well, I am a very scary person!”

He spun around and wrapped me into a tight hug, spinning around.

“James!” I shouted in dismay, “James let me go!”

Eventually, he did so. As I turned to walk out the portrait door, I blew him a kiss over my shoulder and then joined the girls.

                Sat at the Gryffindor table with the girls, we were still laughing our heads off about the incident with the boys in the common room as we ate our traditional English breakfast.

“So, how do you know Potter then?” Lily asked.

“I told you, my mother and his mother we both in Gryffindor when they were at Hogwarts. They were best friends. When they both married they were the others maid of honour. His mother is my Godmother and mine is his. Since I was a baby, they have had held play dates – I think they are hoping that we will fall for one another so that they will actually be related. He is probably my oldest friend.”

“That’s just sappy!” Marlene interrupted.

“It is not, it is true. I love him like a brother. It is rather strange through; I have not seen him for a few years. Maybe our mothers were just giving us breathing room?”

Lily grinned at me, “That’s a cute story, and you make Potter sound like this cute little boy; but sadly I know better, especially after the incident on the train!”

“Ohh, what happened on the train?” Marlene demanded, leaning towards us as she rested on her elbows.

“None of your business!” I replied.

“Well there’s no need to be snappy!” Marlene frowned.

“Sorry, I did not mean to say it like that. It is just a private matter and if Lily wishes for you to know then you can know. But I prefer to keep things private.”

An awkward silence fell on us and I distracted myself by tucking into the lovely breakfast that was laid out on similar silver platters to that of last night. The breakfast was wonderful. It was fully cooked and there was an array of different meats, fruits and pastries set up.

As I was eating, the loud sound of laughing came from the entrance hall. I looked up and smiled when I James and his boys joking around as they made their way over to the Gryffindor table. I smiled at them and beckoned my hand for them to come and sit by me.

“Do they have to?” Lily stated with an exasperated sigh behind gritted teeth.

“Who are they?” Marlene asked curiously.

“The biggest bunch of repulsive idiots that have ever set foot in Hogwarts!” Lily spat.

I just rolled my eyes and grinned at the oncoming boys and patted the seat next to me. James flopped down next me and picked up a toast triangle off of my plate and began to eat it.

“Well, thank you  for asking James!” I laughed as I watched him eating my food.

“You’re welcome!”  He replied, raising his eyebrow in a cocky manner.

“You do realise that there is an empty plate right in front of you.”

“Exactly, it’s empty. How can I eat if it’s empty?”

“You are completely hopeless!”

“Hey Rosie, you going to introduce us?” Marlene asked from the seat on my other side.

“Of course. Marlene may I introduce you to James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.  Boys, this is Marlene McKinnon and you have already been introduced to Lily Evans.”

I heard Lily make an ‘hmph’ noise and turned back to her bowl of cereal.

“Nice to see you too Evans!” James grinned.

Elbowing him in the ribs, I looked Lily in the eyes and she gave me this look that said something like, they leave or I do! I just rolled my eyes at her.

“So, where’s the greasy haired git with the crooked nose?” Sirius asked with his mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“His name’s Severus and he is not a greasy haired git. He is more polite than you Black!” Lily spat back.

“Oh right, I remember now. It was Snivellus wasn’t it!”

A slight chuckle tried to creep up my throat but I hid it by clearing my throat. James caught my eye and gave me a sneaky wink.

                Thankfully, no more banter could be thrown between the two groups because Professor McGonagall was going coming across the table handing out timetables.

“Ah Miss Jones. Your timetable, oh and Professor Dumbledore would like to talk at six o’clock this evening. If you go to the seventh floor you will find a door in the shape of a Griffin if you speak the password (which has been written on this piece of parchment) then you will be granted permission to enter.”

Then she left.

“What did you do!” James and Lily asked in sync.

“Nothing, I swear I have no idea what is going on!” I swore holding my hands up in protest.

“Then why does Dumbledore need to see you?” Remus curiously asked.

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You must know something!” Marlene started.

“I do actually. I know quite a fair bit but not why Dumbledore wants to see me!”

“Are you sure?” Sirius asked.

“Yes. Yes I am sure!”

“Then why do you look so scared?” Lily asked.

“Maybe because I have been summoned to the Headmaster’s office when I have no clue what is going on. Would you be scared if something like that happened?”

The people all looked at me and slowly nodded, one by one.

I ran my hand through my hair and looked down at the roll of parchment that showed my timetable.

It read:



Lesson One


Lesson Two


Lesson Three


Lesson Four


















History of Magic






Defence Against the Dark Arts


History of Magic



Defence Against the Dark Arts























History of Magic








Defence Against the Dark Arts




I nodded my head at the lessons that I had in the week. They were all fairly good and I was very thankful that I had my first flying lesson today, even if it was with the Slytherin’s; yet it would not be great having to go to the Astronomy tower just before midnight.

“Are you ignoring me?” James whispered loudly besides my ear, making me jump.

“No! Why would you think that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Because I have been asking what lessons you’ve got today for the last five minutes and you haven’t answered me!”

I heard Sirius stifle a laugh and I glared at him with my head still bowed,

“Double charms.”

“Same!” James grinned.

“Us too!” Remus added, looking up from the three timetables that he had laid out in front of him.

“Yay!” Sirius cheered, grabbing James and hugging him tight.

“What about you Ladies?” James asked.

Lily turned away from him with an angry huff, muttering something that sounded like,

“Stupid Potter. Ruining my lessons!”

“Yeah,” Marlene said, shaking her head at Lily, “We have charms next!”

“Woo!” James cried, “Looks like you get to spend more time with me Evans. You should be thrilled!”

Lily suddenly stood up, slamming the book that she had been reading closed and shoving it into her back. With another ‘hmph’ she stormed over to the Slytherin table, grabbed Severus Snape’s arm and stormed out of the great hall.

“Well … that was interesting!” Sirius stated after a few minutes of awkward silence.

He had to say that just as I was having a drink, didn’t he. I practically choked on my drink from the laughter that bubbled up my throat.

“Oh, very lady like!” James stated, as I dabbed my mouth with a handkerchief that was in my pocket.

“At least I am capable of table manners!” I replied, looking at him and Sirius who were shovelling food into their mouths as if it were their last meal. It was not a pleasant sight. Food was dripping down their chins as if they were babes.

“What you trying to say?” Sirius asked as he shovelled more hashed browns into his mouth.

“I am trying to say, Black, that you need to gain some manners. How on earth do you expect to attract female attention when you act like that!”

Beside me Marlene was laughing her head off and I could see tears forming in her eyes.

“She does have a point, I would most defiantly not be interested in a sight such as that!”

“No one asked your opinion, McKinnon!” Sirius snapped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, no offence, but I don’t really care what you think if I’m honest with you.”

I stifled a gasp as I watched the scene unfold.

“Well, Black, why would I care what you think. After all you’re a boy who thinks himself a man yet you dribble like a baby when you eat. Hmm, I don’t think your opinion really matter,” She said, folding her arms.

“Actually. I don’t think I’m a man, I am one so …” Sirius began.

He was interrupted by Marlene’s sudden laughter.

“Any way. No one asked your opinion. You’re only here because Ro is; you are just a hanger on!” Sirius stated, glaring at her.

“So that’s what you think of me then. Well if you think that I am going to Charms! Coming Rosie?”

“I have not finished my breakfast yet, I will join you shortly!” I insisted.

“Very well. I’ll see you soon.”

Before she  left she glared one last time at Sirius before storming out of the room.

“Okay, who’s next then. I’m betting its Peter!” James stated.

I looked at him, confusion riddled across my face.

“So far, two people who were sat here have disappeared. Who do you think’ll be next? I think it’ll be Peter!”

“I second that.”

“You can’t do that?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I betted on him first.”

“So …”

“So only I can bet on him!”

“That is not true. I have the freedom to think and say what I wish and I wish to say that I think that Peter will be the first to leave. You cannot order me to think different James, you should know that by now!”

James rolled his eyes and said, “Well, I’m not going to vote the same as you. I change my mind. I bet ten galleons that Remus will be the first to leave.”

“And I bet ten galleons that it will be Peter who departs first!”

We shook hands and then turned back to our food.

                Just as I was about to take a sip from my goblet of orange juice Peter went to look in his bag for something when he realised he had left his bag in the dormitory.

“I-I’ll meet you in charms I’ve …. I’ve left my bag in my room!” He timidly exclaimed.

“Okay!” Sirius said with a wave of his hand.

“What! WHAT!!!” James exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he watched Peter leave.

People looked at James as if he was insane. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his seat.

“You fixed that! You knew he had left his bag in our dorm. You had to!”

“I had no clue. Are you accusing me of cheating James? ME?”

“Ummm … no. No you … you wouldn’t do that. It’s just … It’s just strange how Peter decides to leave only a few minutes after the bet.”

“That is just the way the world works.”

“What bet?” A voice from besides me asked.

I looked over my shoulder to see that Sirius was no sat beside me instead of opposite. I had no clue when he placed himself there, but I was certain that he had been sitting there long enough to there the entirety of our conversation.   

“Ro and I had a bet to see who would leave the table next. I said Peter originally, then she agreed with me. So I changed my mind to Remus and … well, you know the rest.”

Sirius was chuckling in his seat and a smirk filled my face.

“I’m sorry James, but you should see the look on your face. You were just owned by the smartest, most well-mannered person that you could ever meet!” Sirius mimicked the exact words that James had stated last night on the train.

A giggle leapt up my throat and I hid it behind my hands, but not before Sirius had heard it. He triumphantly grinned at me. I just shook my head at him and returned my attention to James.

“Jamesie, are you forgetting something?” I innocently asked.

“Forgetting something? No. No I don’t think so Ro.”

“You owe me ten galleons, or is your memory so short that you cannot remember something that only happened a few moments ago?”

“I remember …”He sighed and put his hand in his pocket, searching for his money pouch. Once he held the leather pouch in his hand, he fished out ten of the gold coins and reluctantly handed them over to me.

“Thank you!” I said with a grin as I dropped each of the coins into my own money pouch.

James pouted his lips playfully at me and I blew him a kiss with a grin.

“Ro,” Remus said from opposite.


“What’s the letter say?”

“What letter?”

“The one McGonagall gave you.”

“Oh, that letter. I don’t know, I have not read it yet. I completely forgot about it, what with the female dilemma that occurred.”

A slight chuckle swept around the group at the recent events.

“Are you going to read it?” Sirius asked.

“I suppose so.”

“Go on then!” James said impatiently.

                With a sigh I look at the rolled up parchment that Professor McGonagall had given me some minutes ago, I slowly unrolled it and squinted at the tiny green writing that was revealed. It read:


Dear Miss Jones,

Do not worry my child. I am sure that as soon as Professor McGonagall gave you this letter and asked you to come to my office this evening that you began to panic. You have done nothing wrong, I can promise you that. I simply wish to talk to you about your heritage.

As you will probably know, your family are one of the oldest, richest and wisest families in the wizarding world. Yet, I have discovered something that is quite shocking. It shocked me, so I am certain that it will shock you. I cannot tell you here for I do not knew who you are reading this letter to.

As you know, you are related to one of the most important men in the wizarding world and so I wished to inform you that that person is not the only famous person you are related to. Thus, I wish for you to come to my office at five o’clock this evening.

Oh, and don’t forget to eat your greens. Even if they are disgusting, Brussel sprouts keep you healthy.

Have a nice day,

Albus Dumbledore.


                A smile spread across my face as I read the letter. When I was finished I rolled the piece of parchment back up and shoved it into my bag.

“What was it about? Are you in trouble?” Remus asked.

“No, he just wants to talk to me about my heritage.”

“Your heritage? Why would he want to talk to you about your heritage?” Sirius asked.

A smirk filled my face, “I am related to someone fairly famous and Professor Dumbledore has a theory that I might be related to more than one famous person.”

“Oh,” Sirius said with a raised eyebrow, “How famous?”


“Who is it?” Remus asked.

I heard James smirking beside me.

“Should I tell them?” I asked him.

“Wait, James knows?” Sirius said.


“Go on, we don’t want them to suffer!” James said with sarcastic sympathy ringing in his voice.

“You probably will not have heard of him. He is not really that famous.”

“Who is he?” Sirius and Remus chorused loudly.

“Well, if you really want to know …”

“Just tell us!”


“What about him?” Sirius asked.

“My great-great-great (etc.) grandfather is Godric Gryffindor!”

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