A History of Cartographers
Title: A History of Cartographers
Author: pica_scribit (complete fic archive)
Word Count: ~4800
Genre: Drama
Rating: T
Warnings: Character death, brief mentions of transphobia, internalised misogyny, and domestic violence
Timeline: 1958-1966
Characters: The young Marauders and their families
Pairings: Marauders' parents
Summary: Before there were the Marauders, there were four little boys from very different families, and eight parents, many of whom only survive between the lines of canon. Eight one-shots, eight points of view, 500-700 words apiece.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and the Wizarding world are the sole property of J. K. Rowling. I own nothing except my own ideas, and make no profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: This can either be seen as a stand-alone piece, or as a prequel to A Conspiracy of Cartographers.
Excerpt:
There was a soft tap on the door, and her husband entered, carrying seventeen-month-old Sirius. The midwife and wet-nurse slipped silently out into the hallway to give the family some privacy.
"Mu-ther," said the toddler, holding out his arms to her.
"Come see him," she said. "Come see your brother."
Author: pica_scribit (complete fic archive)
Word Count: ~4800
Genre: Drama
Rating: T
Warnings: Character death, brief mentions of transphobia, internalised misogyny, and domestic violence
Timeline: 1958-1966
Characters: The young Marauders and their families
Pairings: Marauders' parents
Summary: Before there were the Marauders, there were four little boys from very different families, and eight parents, many of whom only survive between the lines of canon. Eight one-shots, eight points of view, 500-700 words apiece.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and the Wizarding world are the sole property of J. K. Rowling. I own nothing except my own ideas, and make no profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: This can either be seen as a stand-alone piece, or as a prequel to A Conspiracy of Cartographers.
Excerpt:
There was a soft tap on the door, and her husband entered, carrying seventeen-month-old Sirius. The midwife and wet-nurse slipped silently out into the hallway to give the family some privacy.
"Mu-ther," said the toddler, holding out his arms to her.
"Come see him," she said. "Come see your brother."