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Chapter 1- Suspended

'YOU ARE SUSPENDED!' Professor McGonagall glared down at the seven, guilty looking Gryffindor sixth years in front of her. 'I ADMIT SOME OF YOUR PRANKS HAVE BEEN AMUSING IN THE PAST BUT THIS IS UNACEPTABLE! YOU COULD HAVE SERIOUSLY HURT THAT POOR BOY! PACK YOUR TRUNKS AND REPORT TO THE ENTRANCE HALL AT 7:00AM TOMORROW MORNING SO YOU CAN LEAVE FOR YOU SUSPENSION! NOW GET OUT OF MY SITE!' The seven kids quickly scampered off. As soon as they were outside the office, six of the teenagers turned to the seventh and started yelling.

'You had one job to do Peter, one job, and you blew it!' yelled a petite girl with short, raven black hair and dark green eyes.

'Wormtail, we knew you were pathetic but we never knew you were so pathetic you couldn't even distract McGonagall for five minutes!' Roared a tall, handsome boy with longish black hair and grey eyes.

'We are suspended you moron and it's all your fault!' screamed a tall, thin girl with sapphire blue eyes and long, dirty-blonde hair, accented with electric blue streaks.

'My parents are going to kill me you piece of shit! Wait till I get my hands on you!' screamed a short girl with fiery-red hair and emerald green eyes.

'You can sleep in the common room tonight, Wormtail, because I don't think I can trust myself not to strangle you in your sleep if you're in our dorm!' yelled a boy with messy, raven black hair, hazel eyes and glasses.

'You better watch you back next full-moon, rat-boy, because I don't think the combined efforts of Padfoot and Prongs can keep me from pulling you apart! Come to think of it, I don't think they'd try to stop me anyway. YOU GOT US SUSPENDED!' yelled the boy with light brown hair and amber coloured eyes.

'I'm….I'm so-sorry.' Stuttered the chubby boy with dull-brown hair and watery blue eyes, 'I re-really am…' he muttered as they reached the Gryffindor common room.

'Save it Peter.' Said the girl with the red hair coldly, 'Come on Christine, Erin,' she said, turning to the other two girls, 'We have to go PACK.' She took one last glare at Peter and stormed up the girl's staircase with the other two girls closely behind her.

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'I wonder where they're sending us for this suspension.' Said Sirius Black to his two best friends, James Potter and Remus Lupin as they stood waiting I the entrance hall the next morning, 'Go I hope they're not sending us home to our families. My mum would literally kill me.' He muttered.

'Going home wouldn't be too bad,' James replied thoughtfully,' I mean, mum would be furious with me, but Dad would just be mad at me for getting caught.' He said, shooting a glare at the short, podgy buy standing behind them.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the girls and McGonagall. Lily, Christine and Erin came to stand next to the guys and Professor McGonagall shot them all a reproachful glare, but she seemed to have calmed down since the night before. 'You will be suspended for one week. You will be carrying out your suspension in a muggle neighbourhood and will be attending a muggle school. You will not be allowed to use magic, and I will be confiscating your wands before you leave.' She explained to them. 'You will be getting a portkey there and back as you cannot travel to Australia by train.'

Sirius blinked. 'Did she just say Australia?' he thought to himself.

'Any questions? Good.' McGonagall snapped before they had a chance to Answer. 'Now I will just take a roll before you leave. Black, Sirius?'

'Here.'

'Evans, Lillian?'

'Here.'

'Lupin, Remus?'

'Present.'

'Marsden, Christine?'

'Yep.'

'Pettigrew, Peter?'

'H-here.'

'Potter, James?'

'Here.'

'Walters, Erin?'

'Check.'

McGonagall snapped her roll book shut and handed a brown paper bag to bag to Erin and motioned the others to gather around it.

'This will take you straight to the house in which you are staying. Make sure you are polite to your hosts. I will see you in a week's time.'

All seven Gryffindor's felt the familiar tug behind their navels as the portkey took off.