Remember that quote:
But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had ever known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here…
Well I got to thinking about how there should actually be five abandoned boys. When people think of Hogwarts being home, they think of Harry. And then they might think of Snape and Voldemort. But oddly enough, not many people think about Sirius and Remus. (By the way, click on the super high-def pictures to get a better view.)
Hogwarts was their home.
Sirius grew up in Grimmauld Place with parents who worshiped the Dark Arts. His younger brother - Regulus - wasn’t much better. The Blacks were a very proud, rich, formal family. Toujours pur. And Sirius was always considered the rebel of the family. He didn’t believe in any of their pure-blood values.
I’m really trying not to go into a huge rant about Sirius here, because he is my favorite character. Grimmauld Place was never his home. His parents were never his family. He;s pretty much emotionally abandoned by them, when they realize that he wasn’t going to conform to their ways. Regulus offers some affection but he doesn’t want to cross their parents. And so Sirius gets his letter to Hogwarts. And twenty-three years later, he still remembers the first day that he walked through those doors. And the best part? He gets sorted into Gryffindor! He gets away from the cruel beliefs that have always been forced upon him. He meets three great friends. He is allowed to have fun and to be reckless. Because what’s a few lost house-points or a lecture from Professor McGonagall compared to the punishment that he would receive at home? He’s not one of them anymore. He’s not a Black and that’s perfectly okay with him. He’s never been one of them but now he has something that he can be a part of. He’s a Gryffindor. He’s a Marauder. And he’s home.
So Sirius was abandoned by his family.
And Remus was abandoned by society. He was an eleven-year old werewolf. He was pale and scrawny with scars that etched across his entire face. He wants to go to Hogwarts. He’s always wanted to go; of course he has. Every wizard and witch wants to go. Remus has never had any real friends. He experiences agony once a month. Society deems lycanthropy as taboo. He’s an outcast; a monster. And then one day, Professor Dumbledore is sitting next to his fireside, happily talking about how he can come to Hogwarts after all! There will just be a few precautions to keep him and the other students safe. But Remus is hesitant. What if the other students find out about his secret? It’s his worst nightmare. And as it turns out, three other students do end up finding out. But not just any students. His best friends. And the best part? They don’t end up rejecting him at all. Instead, they fully support and often help him. They break the law so that they can help him. They embrace him. Because he’s more than just a werewolf. He’s a Gryffindor. He’s a Marauder.
These two boys found a home in Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was their home.
The Marauders were their family.