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Chapter 2.

Blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah , blah-blah. It seemed to Branwen that Professor McGonagall's speeches had lengthened over the years. So while Branwen waited for the professor to end, she looked around the room.

Her eyes drifted to the Ravenclaw table. She found her older sister quite quickly. Francesca was tall and thin, but curvy; she had luminous black hair and the same eyes as Emma and Maria. She sat tall and with authority.

Francesca had always prided herself in her academics and being better than everyone else. It was always a competition between Fran and Emma for best grades, best boyfriends, popularity, and anything else you could possible think up. They fought like wild animals, but they were more alike than the twins.However, they both denied even being related to eachother. Francesca had even dated Sirius fourth year, and James last year. Even though James' relationships were never long, because he could not forget his dear Lily.

"Apperton, Novella," Professor McGonagall shouted out. Branwen shook herself out of her stupor and looked over to find a small girl who, in her opinion, looked alot like a mouse. As soon as the girl sat on the stool with the Sorting Hat on her head, the Marauders's smiles grew wicked.

" Hufflepuff!" the hat cried. However, before anyone could get the hat off, it threw up black and yellow cotton balls all over the poor girl. She screamed in fright as the room burst out in laughter. McGonagall's face was furious as she whipped the hat off the girls head. The girl uncertainly stumbled over to the Hufflepuff table and the room quieted down.

McGonagall glanced around before calling, "Arnold, Anne." This time a girl with pretty blonde hair skipped up to the stool. The hat rested lightly on her head for a second.

"Slytherin!" the hat stated. Again, before anyone could even clap, a nasty green color seeped down the girl's hair. The ends of her hair were a bright silver. She raised a trembling hand to her hair, felt it for a brief moment, and then screamed at the top of her lungs. A flustered McGonagall tried to clam her, but to no avail. Once she stopped screaming, thanks to the help of other professors, she was lead to the Slytherin's table. As a group they turned and glared at the Gryffindors. Branwen looked up to find an immensely pleased James, Sirius, and Emma. She shook her head and raised and eyebrow at her sister. Emma returned the look with an innocent shrug.
After discovering that anyone put in Griffindor had red and gold glittery confetti hurled on them, and anyone put in Ravenclaw had black and blue bird feathers stuck to their heads, Branwen was feeling a little bored. But then Maria was called.

She walked up nervously and sat down. The hat barely brushed her scalp before it called, "Gryffindor!" The hat coughed up red and gold confetti. Maria only turned her head slowly, a horrified expression on her face. Emma grinned evilly then proceeded to jump on the table.

"Maria my lovely, little, baby sister! Now we can truly be together, day and night! " Emma yelled, wildly clutching her chest. Maria turned and got on her knees before McGonagall.

"Please, if you have any mercy, any at all, please let me switch houses. I'm begging you!" Maria pleaded. After this, James and Sirius jumped on the table. They were not about to let such a wonderful opportunity pass by.

"Maria! How can you not want to be in our lovely house," At this the Gryffindor roared their approval, " Why don't you just come over here and give me a big hug!" James called out. Maria's face had gone from sheer white to cherry red in record time, and now she stood and turned to face her tormentors.

" I WOULDN'T HUG YOU IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT, POTTER!" she screamed.

"I don't think she likes us mates," Sirius staged whispered as he hung his arms around his two friends necks. There were a series of awwwws, and 'come on, give him a hug 's from the students. The first years were giggling nervously. And most of the female population was drooling over the sight of James and Sirius.

Finally, Professor McGonagall took command. " Maria, go sit down. The rest of you, QUIET! And for the love of god, Potter, Black, Hayle, get off the table!" As the final snickers faded away, Maria trudged over to the table. Emma hopped down and blew a kiss to Maria. Maria returned it with death glare.

After the rest of the students were sorted and the feast was finished, the Gryffindors started the walk up to the common room. Since she didn't see Lily or any of her other friends, she decided to head up. With so many students in the hallway, she ended up way behind the crowd.

By the time she reached the common room, the party was in full swing. Butterbeers littered the room. Branwen spotted Emma across the room talking to some friends. She couldn't find Maria, nor did she actually want to, so she went to climb the stairs up to her room.

"You're not staying?" A voice behind her asked. She turned to find Remus Lupin standing behind her; an untouched butterbeer in his hand.

"No, I usually don't. Parties are more Emma's thing. Plus I'm kinda tired," Branwen added.
"Just because it's Emma's thing doesn't mean you can't stay," He replied. Please let him leave, Branwen begged silently. If she talked with him much longer she would have the dream again. The dream always made her wake up either screaming or crying. And she got it every time she talk to Remus before she went to bed.

"Did you enjoy our first prank of our sixth year?" Remus continued.

"Yes, in fact, it was very creative," She didn't want to appear anti-social. "Do you have one planned for tomorrow? Or will you let the first years get the hang of things first?" she questioned.

"Guess you'll have to find out," he replied.

"Well, I really am tired. So I'm going to head up," Branwen gave him a weak smile and darted up the stairs.

Remus sighed as she left. Emma had told all the boys to be more friendly to Branwen, because apparently she had changed over the summer, and Emma was worried. And God knows Remus would do anything for Emma. All the boys liked Branwen, but she always seemed so fragile and naive. She wasn't as outgoing , loud, or as joking as her twin, plus, if they ever offended her Emma would take a beaters bat to their heads.

Speak of the devil, "Hey Moony, why the long face?". Emma took a sip of her drink while she studied her friend.

"Your sister seemed like she was scared of me," He couldn't shake the feeling Branwen knew something he didn't.

" Don't worry, she's scarred of me, bugs, fireworks, and bad storms. Your only one on a very big list," Emma said sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe," Remus replied. With that the two went to go find their other friends.

She couldn't stop it. She knew what was happening and she couldn't stop it. Branwen turned around. She was on the road again, an empty road, with only one house at the end. Her feet started to walk. As she approached a light went on in the front hallway. Her feet brought her to the bottom of the wide stone steps that lead to the front door. The door opened and a small boy appeared. He reminded Branwen of a young Remus. But it couldn't be, because Remus was perfectly normal. The boy walked to the bottom of the stairs where a book sat. He reached for the book, but as he did something caught his eye. Something just outside the light. Stop, stop! No little boy, please don't go over, don't do it! But like since the first night she had ever had the dream, the boy didn't listen. He walked just out side of the light range. Before he got very far a loud roar filled the air, he turned but it was too
late. What seemed like a giant wolf launched itself at the boy. He screamed as the thing swiped its paw at his chest. He threw up is arm to block his face. The monster bit the arm. The front door flew open and a couple came racing out. The wolf clawed the boy one last time, then it ran into the forest that surrounded the house. The man and woman rushed to the boy, trying to comfort him. But he only screamed, and screamed. Branwen covered her ears, this was the worst part, she couldn't take his helpless screams. She felt tears start to pour down her face.

Branwen opened her eyes to the darkness of her room. Her pillow was damp with tears. Her heart ached for the poor boy.