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Dear Readers,
Never did I think that the day would finally come that I am actually writing this story. Spring semester was a very interesting time for me, as someone with ADHD, because when I have very large breaks, like winter break, I have time to come up with a brand-new hyperfixation. This spring, the Marauders fandom was my hyperfixation, and that carried itself through the rest of the term. But then, during finals week, a new hyperfixation started, which was just watching Dead Poets Society over and over again. An extremely interesting way to spend my time, I know. But as I watched this movie over and over again, I couldn’t help but imagine what the Marauders would be like at Dalton, because, I mean, the friend groups act so similarly as well.
So, this became my magnum opus.
This story derives from two main things, my own imagination on how I think the Marauders would handle/act in the Dead Poets universe, but also from the original script of Dead Poets Society. This is an AU, so some ideas will not be my own, but I can assure you that a lot of this story will be original, just some main plot points will not be my own. I say the script specifically because there is a lot that was written in the script that was not put in the final cut of the movie, specifically in regards to Neil’s, or in the case of this fic, Sirius’ behavior and I believe what is put in the original script is more accurate or in character for the Mauraders.
That being said, the script is a lot darker than the movie, if that’s even possible. Sirius shows subtle signs of self-harm, self-deprecation, and suicidal ideation throughout this story, but does not become extreme until the end. I will tag all of these at the beginning of each chapter in the author’s note, so make sure that you are checking and reading through all of those warnings before each chapter.
There will be NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS in this story, so don’t worry about that. I want to subject you guys to pain but not that much pain.
I hope that you guys enjoy :)
xoxo, barb
P.S., a parting poem from Uncle Walt to start off the story (ur gonna see a lot from him, he’s my favorite)
Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I
Therefore for thee the following chants.
-Walt Whitman, Thou Reader