The Marauders were a group of four Gryffindors and classmates: Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black and James Potter. The four attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1971-1978. The four students that had a knack for rule-breaking and mischief making.
So yesterday I was in the office of my house, just chilling on the computer, when all of a sudden bat flew in the room. I stared at it for two seconds and then fled, leaving other people to deal with it.
I have reaffirmed that I am not anything like a Gryffindor! Hufflepuff forever!
Can you do an imagine where the reader is a younger slytherin that really likes Harry but she overhears the golden trio say something bad about slytherins and is really upset? You can decide what happens afterward
“Hello, Fred and George,” I chirp happily and take a seat
beside two of my favorite upperclassmen. I had found them seated at the
Gryffindor table, possibly going over plans for new trinkets or pranks. I was
dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans, a dark green wool sweater and my ratty
old combat boots. Many people considered me the mascot of my house, Slytherin,
and could tell exactly which one I belonged to just by what I wore and how I
acted at times, that however never stopped me from venturing out and making
“Hey. If you’re looking for Harry I think I saw him up in
the clock tower,” Fred mumbles, his brown eyes scanning across the parchment paper
rapidly, and then looks up at me with a small freckled grin. I huff out in
annoyance and stuck my tongue out at him before turning to George who was
jotting down spells and mumbling underneath his breath.
“You guys aren’t any fun, I think I will go look for Harry,”
When I turn and start to walk away I hear the distinct sound of chuckling
rumbling from behind me. A fond smile comes to my face and I pick up my speed
so that I wouldn’t possibly miss Harry. Along my path to the clock tower I wave
to my friends and even stop a couple of times to have small conversations and
see how they were doing.
I came to a stop in front of the entrance, soft murmurs
coming from inside the usually silent room. I didn’t want to disrupt a
conversation so I press my back up against the wall and slide across it until I
could peak around the corner and get a better understanding of what was going
on. I saw the Golden Trio standing in the middle of the room, they weren’t
whispering but their voices were soft and could barely reach where I stood.
“Slytherins are so annoying sometimes. One knocked my potion
over yesterday, I sported warts all day. Sometimes I wanna hex them,” Hermione mumbles, subconsciously
reaching up to touch her flawless cheeks.
“Bloody tell me about it, I wish that their house didn’t
exist. I’m telling you, Hogwarts would be so much better if it was only
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor,” Ron agrees and nudges Harry who grunts
as a response.
“Guys, I agree with you that Slytherins are pretty nasty sometimes-,”
I couldn’t listen anymore so I push myself away from the door and took off
running. I didn’t look back when I heard voices, my anguish and tears clouding
my mind as my feet carried me further and further away. When I finally stopped
and look around my surrounding I saw that I was standing on the shores of the
black lake. I immediately drop down to my knees and hung my head down as small
sobs rattled my body, I finally shifted so I was sitting on the ground and
stare out into the gentle water ripples.
As I watch the ripples my cries slowly came down to hiccups
and soon I was emotionlessly staring out at the vast water, looking but not
really looking at the same time. My legs were pulled up to my chest and my chin
was resting on my knees for support, the wind whips around my frizzy (color)
locks. This was where I really felt peaceful, where I knew no one was giving me
hateful gazes or speaking out their beliefs on why they think I was chosen to
be a Slytherin. Everyone things that Slytherins are coldhearted wannabe Death
Eaters but I feel like they forget at times that we are just teenagers and
sometimes have no control over our lives, no say in what we are forced to
I release a shaky sigh and close my eyes for a brief moment,
snapping them open when I hear the snap of a branch. I immediately pull my wand
out and raise it in defense against any threat but when I saw Harry I simply
scoffed and tucked the wood back into my boot, turning away from the rueful boy
and staring out at the murky water. I heard his shoes crush the stones beneath
his feet and then the warmth that radiates from his body as he takes a seat
beside me on the ground. I look at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that
he was already staring at me.
“What?” I hiss underneath my breath and the older lad sighs
before wrapping his fingers around my chin and tilting my face to the side and
up so that I could see his eyes, see just how sorry he ‘really’ was.
“I just wanted to say sorry for what you heard back there. I
was going to stand up for you I swear but before I could you ran off, not even
stopping when I continuously shouted your name.”
“Oh I thought you’d rather stay with your friends and talk
about how nasty Slytherins really are,” I sneer, moving to rip my chin away
from his hands but surprisingly he held on firmly and soon I found his lips
attached to mine, moving effortlessly across them. I push at his chest
repeatedly but my efforts went unnoticed and soon I found myself clutching at
the strip shirt he was wearing. My lips start to react and I tug him closer to
my body, tears flowing down my face, and allow one of my arms to wrap around his neck, holding onto him for
When we pull away I press my forehead against his and laugh
underneath my breath gently, fresh tears staining my cold cheeks. He gave me a soft peck on the lips and my cheeks
heated up before I pull away and go to sit next to him once more, wiping the tears away. “You’re a dork, Potter.”
“Well I’m your dork,”
he retorts with a cheesy grin and I couldn’t help but laugh, bumping my
shoulders with his.