Marauders and First Flights
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Completed, First published May 09, 2026

The narrative traces the early days of a tight-knit group of Hogwarts students as they navigate their first year. Following Y/n L/n’s arrival and quick friendship with James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, the story unfolds amidst classes, pranks, and budding rivalries. These chapters reveal the formation of “The Marauders,” a mischievous group dedicated to playful schemes—particularly targeting a certain professor. As the year progresses, a dynamic develops between Y/n and James, though both deny any romantic interest. These excerpts hint at a school life filled with both camaraderie and escalating pranks.
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