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Remus Lupin lay alone in his room, reading a thick volume at a speed way above the average for his age group. He flicked his sandy coloured hair away from his clear blue eyes in annoyance, and was engrossed so deeply in the ancient novel that he did not notice a rather beautiful tawny owl swoop leisurely through the wide open window. He glanced away from the book only when the owl hooted in irritation, and when he saw the owl he leaped from his messy bed and sprinted across the small room and seized the letter hanging loosely from the birds leg.

Written in careful green letters upon the heavy envelope was 'Mr Remus Lupin, the second bedroom, Lupin residence.' Whooping with joy he opened the letter with slow, precise movements, he did not want to ruin such a moment, one, until now he presumed impossible. He was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Sirius Black awoke to see his mothers cold eyes glaring down at him with an air of superiority and anger. Sirius internally groaned, if his mother had bothered to visit him, he must be in trouble, maybe she'd discovered his latest prank on Regulus, his little brother.

"Boy, you have received your Hogwarts letter, remember, if you are capable of doing so, Slytherin is the place where respectable purebloods go, and if you don't go there, there will be consequences" She spoke slowly, emphasizing the last word in a horrible, threatening tone.

"Yes, mother." Spat Sirius with equal venom in his voice.

"And boy go buy your things required for school, and only your things needed for school, today." And she marched off with haste, disgusted by her eldest sons red and gold wallpaper decorated with detailed drawings of the Gryffindor lion and repulsed by her child.

Sirius grinned madly as she left though, elated by not having to be in her presence any longer then a mere few seconds and ecstatic because he was going to finally be free of his prejudiced family and out of the damp, dark evil building he had been forced to call his home for eleven long years. He was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Peter Pettigrew had been sitting with his family around a circular table, eating breakfast and discussing anything and everything. He and his mother and father were very close, and if anything happened, they would be first he'd tell, no matter what. Peter had been confiding in them about being alienated and taunted mercilessly at school, again, when a large owl dropped a heavy letter upon the table. Peter stared at the envelope, speechless. He had always had a large fear, one that he'd told no one, one that was starting to bother him more then the endless bullying; what if he didn't get into Hogwarts? All such fears disappeared with the sight of the letter, this moment was a major landmark in his childhood- and nothing could ruin it.

He jumped out of his seat in a rush of pure adrenaline and grabbed the letter and begun tearing it open, desperately eager to read the parchment, more elated then he'd ever been in eleven years. He was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

James Potter sat high up in a towering pine tree, gripping his fathers wand and sniggering madly at the scene below him. His father had sat down beside his mother, hoping to have just a few minutes peace from James when suddenly James transfigured his shirt into a large white dress and turned his hair purple, of course he added another spell so his father would think nothing had changed! When his mother turned around to face his father she dropped all the books she was currently holding and burst into loud laughter, not noticing her own multi-coloured hair and glittery moustache.

But when a large owl fluttered down to stand obediently beside James with its leg stretched far out towards James, he did not notice the letter, because his furious mother and father were staring up at him furiously, both having discovered their own appearance .

"JAMES!" They yelled at the same time and with the same, stern tone.

"Yes, mother, father?" Replied James, nodding to both and attempting to look innocent.

But the two were no longer looking at James they were staring, eyes wide open, at the owl perched beside their only son. Seeing them stare, James also began to look at the bird, curiously, to see attached to it, his Hogwarts letter! James had begun to worry if it was going to arrive, but here it was, beside him, after eleven years of keenly anticipating this letter James began to laugh with joy and relief. He was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Remus Lupin stared at the familiar, cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, his father by his side. His mother had volunteered to buy the books and cauldron while Remus and John, his father, would get Remus a pet and his wand! Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Remus started to sprint off toward Olivanders, the wand shop. Once he'd got the shop with its peeling paint and faded gold letters that spelt Olivanders he hesitantly opened the creaky door and, gathering his courage, he slowly stepped in the wand shop.

"Mr Lupin, I wondered when I'd be seeing you." Said an old man with unbrushed grey hair and deep blue eyes that seemed look into your very soul.

Remus suppressed a shudder, "Hello, sir, I'm here to get my wand."

Olivander leaned forward slowly, "Where, Mr Lupin are your parents?"

The door swung open and Remus' father stepped in, smiling upon seeing Remus' terrified expression, "Here, his mothers shopping." John said to the wand seller.

After trying many wands, Remus could feel panic rising within him, scared that, maybe, people like him couldn't get wands, maybe… No he shook any such thought from his head. Olivander handed him a sleek wand made of cypress wood and unicorn tail hair, and as Remus touched it, something just connected and a tingling warmth spread through every cell. After leaving the shop with seven less galleons then they entered it with Remus and his father ran to the quidditch store.

Half an hour later, Remus left, grinning, with the latest broom the Nimbus 1000 in hand…

Sirius Black stood alone, in Diagon Alley, watching families go by, siblings laughing together, a father and his son emerging from a shop, brooms in hand, a smiling mother holding a giggling baby. Sirius couldn't take it anymore, a lone tear slid down his face, why did his mother not fawn over him, why didn't his father clasp him on the shoulder and tell he was proud, why didn't his brother joke around with him?

He had brought all of his text books, and a few additional ones about pranking with wands, he had then endured searching for a cauldron, saving the best, getting a wand, until last. During his short experience in Olivanders shop he had acquired a short, mahogany wand and a massive sense of terror from the creepy old man running the shop, thinking about the experience made him shudder. The boy and his father that had been clutching brooms sat down in the seat next to him and began to converse in quiet tones, so that Sirius couldn't hear them, but the brand new broom the boy was holding tightly gave Sirius an idea. He would smuggle a broom into Hogwarts.

So that day smiling weakly, he returned home with a broom hidden carefully in his trunk!

Peter Pettigrew ran into a boy with messy black hair and bright hazel eyes when he entered Olivanders. Both desperate for company other then parents and crazy old men they decided to buy their things together. James got a long mahogany wand and Peter got a short chestnut one. Both, though, feeling rebellious bought the newest brooms and formed a plan to sneak them into Hogwarts. They sat down and chatted for a while at the ice cream shop but after a while fell into a comfortable silence, staring at the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.

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