Harry Potter was in his 5th year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when an unexpected event took place. To this day not one person of magical blood, not even Albus Dumbledore himself, can explain.
It was a chilly January morning at Hogwarts School of Magic. Harry Potter and his two best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were mindlessly roaming the school grounds. Well, Harry and Ron were mindlessly roaming, Hermione had brought her Transfiguration notes, which was no surprise, and was trying to get Ron and Harry to study with her.
"We need to study; exams will be coming sooner than you think. This is our O.W.L year, it wouldn't be doing you a favor to fail now." Hermione said, "McGonagall will not be to please to be handing out two T's in the same year." She continued starting to get flustered with the two boys. "Come on 'Mione, we've been studying nonstop for ages. Let's just put the notes away for a little bit." Ron said while flopping to the ground to sit against the tree they were passing. "Just rest for a little Hermione," agreed Harry, who went to go sit next to Ron against the tree. "Oh, alright," Hermione said knowing she was defeated. She sat down on Ron's other side.
As the Golden Trio sat by the tree in silence lost in their thoughts they watched fellow classmates walk by. Some of them offering a simple "hello," many of them just glared, for many of them still portrayed Harry as a liar. "I wonder," Hermione started, "Who sat here in the past." Her eyes looked glazed as if she was imagining former students sitting in their place. "Yeah, me too," Harry responding softly in visioning his parents walking the school ground and sitting around this very tree with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, James Potters two best friends.
a/n: Sorry this chapter is super short but I just had barely time to start it. I will continue to write as soon as possible. Please review