The late 70s had brought new Mafia’s with it. By 1977 London was crawling with gangs, affiliations, clubs and those that could be only considered Mafia. Among these higher ‘Mafia gangs’, the infamous ‘Marauders’ were some of the most well known gunslingers to roam the British isles.

They might have just been silly teenagers at one point, going to a prestigious secondary school in the Scottish highlands, but they’d grown up, and now in their early twenties they were forces to be reckoned with.

James Fleamont Potter, the charmer. With his good looks, charm, and character he could fool anyone, given he had a drink, that is. James Potter wasn’t known for killing his victims, but for luring them in, dangerously close before one of his comrades finished the job.

Sirius Orion Black, the cold hearted maniac. He didn’t need charm, or looks, or anything really to kill, yet he had the latter. Sirius was skilful, scarily so, in fact. In one flash the gun would be drawn and fired, not a single soul around to witness it. With more kills than a matured hitman, he was easily one of Londons most wanted

Peter Oliver Pettigrew, the rat. No one would suspect sweet little Peter, who still hands grown out of his puppy fat to be of any use, but the slippery git could sniff out anyone and report back, without as anyone even having the faintest hint of something amiss

Remus John Lupin, the most notorious murderer in Europe. Argumentatively the most deadly out of the four, he held a bounty higher than both Bonnie and Clyde put together. He was the brains behind every mission and kill, every precise movement would be calculated using him, every breath, or hitch, or twitch would be perfectly planned by him. None of his victims ever survived, ever.

Now the four messers were all very good and well, but they weren’t the top of the food chain, far from it in fact. The Rome’s were something beyond evil, beyond the pits of hell. They weren’t going to be overruled by a few silly boys