Disclaimer: I do not own HP. I wish I did. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Author's Note: Hi, so this story obviously has DH spoilers. So... yeah. BEWARE, I guess. this story is basically a bunch of semi-related one shots that take place in Teddy's seventh year. Many of them revolve around thet kids in Teddy's year, though there are many. I tried to give a complete Hogwarts veiw. I hope you enjoy it. :)))))

Welcome to 2009

A small boy with dark blonde looked nervously about the steam filled station. He'd never been so nervous in his life, and his nerves were not helped by the fact that he'd only found out about this world… 'his world' now, as the jolly man who'd reminded St. Nicholas had told him.

Gregory looked at his mother and father. His brown eyes looking up at them with a mixture of sorrow and excitement. His father gave a hearty laugh pulled his son into a large one armed hug. His mother gave a nervous laugh and hugged her son.

They felt as out of place as he did, but knew it'd be best for their son to go to this school. This very… interesting school…

The three broke away and clumsily Gregory's father fumbled through his pockets, looking for the small sack he'd made sure to grab that morning. It was an old bank sack - it had been his grandfather's, but now instead of having money in it the bag contained… well, money he supposed, though he had a hard time thinking of the odd coins as money.

Gregory's eyes grew large as he accepted the sack, knowing what was in it.

His father explained that it was in case Greg needed to buy something. Like sweets.

After one last hug (quick, but tearful) Greg scurried off to the compartment where he'd put his stuff, aided by the help of a large boy who'd explained that his name was Kevin Sicklegetter - a sixth year Hufflepuff prefect and Hufflepuff chaser - who was there to help no matter what. Even if Greg became a Slytherin.

Greg had no idea what that was, but Kevin Sicklegetter hadn't bothered to explain. He had very import prefect things to do. Or something like that, Greg had assumed, as Kevin Sicklegetter had left with a cheerful wave.

Once in his compartment Greg sat down by the window. In his absence a few people had left their things in the compartment. They were no where to be found.

Greg looked at his watch. There was only three more minutes until he train was to leave and his stomach was bubbling nervously. He glanced at his watch as more and more students boarded the train. With two minutes until the train was to leave his compartment mates still hadn't shown up.

Soon enough the train gave a mighty whistle and Greg looked at his watch. Thirty seconds until it was about the leave. The last few students left on the platform ran towards the train hurriedly, waving quick goodbyes. Greg was certain his cabin mates were among them.

Soon the train gave a might lurch and soon they were off. His cabin mates still had not arrived, and he was feeling more and more anxious about his new school as time went on. Soon he looked at his watch, expecting several hours to have passed. Instead it was barely two minutes. Would the whole year go this slowly?

Sighing he was about to close his eyes and try to go to sleep when the compartment swung open.

"I told you this was the one!" said a girls voice. It was exasperated and sounded breathless, and was still outside the compartment. Greg was intrigued but scared. Leaning forward a bit he waited for the people to enter.

They sounded about his age, but then again, he'd never been good at guessing ages from voices.

"Humph," said a boys voice, before moving into the compartment.

The boy was definitely around his age. His brown hair had a tint of red, and his eyes were a fierce blue. It was an odd combination, but Greg had seen odder combinations.

Suddenly the boy seemed to realize that there was another person in the compartment and immediately smiled pleasantly.

"Hi!" the boy said, obviously pleased to meet Greg, "My name's Teddy Lupin. Are you a first year too?" he inquired, speaking rather quickly as the girl entered. She too was about Greg's age. And evidently Teddy's age too.

Her hair was a deep brown color that contrasted her pale skin. Once she turned around, however, Greg saw her face was covered in numerous dark freckles which, in addition to her dark brown eyes, helped decrease the difference between her hair and skin.

"Ye-Yeah. I'm first year… I mean, Greg. I'm Gregory Mills," he said, his voice shaking.

Teddy smiled and sat down on the opposite side where the girl was standing, fussing with a large cat, who'd been in a cage. The cat's white fur and green eyes scared Greg a bit. And it didn't helped that the cat hissed loudly at him the moment it was taken out of the cage.

"Oh, don't mind Bubbles. He's always a bit cranky after being in a cage. Yes he is," the girl cooed, rubbing her face to the upset cat though it, much to Greg's surprise, did not attack.

"That's Philomel Towers. She's a bit odd. But her mum's good friends with my god-father," Teddy explained to Greg with large hand gestures, "She's a first year too, and she wants to be in Ravenclaw, but thinks she'll end up in Hufflepuff. EVERYONE in her family's been in Hufflepuff," Teddy said, rolling his eyes as Philomel sat down next to him.

"Personally, I think that I'll be a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. My grammy says that my dad was a Gryffindor and my mum was a Hufflepuff. What house do you think you'll be in?" Teddy spoke very fast, and Greg wondered if it was because he was nervous or if he normally spoke this fast.

"I don't know. My parents weren't magic. Will they sit be able to sort me?" Greg was starting to panic.

"Oh… You're muggle-born!" Philomel said in a hushed voice, obviously in awe, "Normally there are a lot less muggle-borns than people born from magical parents, but because of the war during the year we were born there are probably going to be a about even. Well, don't worry. It'll be fine. Muggle-borns are always sorted," Philomel rolled her eyes and stroked her cat, who was a little less vicious looking now. Greg had not understood a single except that it would be fine. And despite Philomel's obvious quirks, Greg trusted her.

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