A/N: Sorry it took me two months to update. Just so ya know, this is NOT a slash fic. There will be none at all unless I can find a way to use it, which I probably won't. Enjoy and please review!


The Hogwarts song does not end with "Hail Satan".

It was a new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 'And with a new year,' thought Professor McGonagall, 'comes new opportunities for learning and making friends and – oh, bugger it, comes a new generation of troublemakers.' McGonagall watched as the first years walked up the front steps and gathered in front of her.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "In a few moments you will all be sorted into your Houses, after which the start-of-term feast will begin. Please, follow me." She turned and led the first-years into the Great Hall, where they looked around, awestruck. Well, all of them except for four, actually. McGonagall noticed two boys with jet black hair talking and laughing quietly amongst themselves. Next to them were two other boys who looked more nervous than anything, but still amused. One was pale and skinny with light brown hair and the other was short, chunky and blonde. "I have a bad feeling about this," McGonagall said quietly to herself, eyeing the four of them.

The Sorting went on as usual, though McGonagall was a little nervous to see that the four boys she had spotted earlier had all been sorted into Gryffindor. At the end of the feast, Dumbledore rose from his seat and the Hall quieted down.

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" he said cheerily. "I'm sure you're all exhausted from the trip and full to bursting after the feast, so I won't bore you with the usual talk of rules and restrictions. But before we retire for the night, let us sing a round of the school song!" The students cheered loudly, but most of the teachers just rolled their eyes. Dumbledore flicked his wand and the words appeared to float in mid air. The entire school joined in singing:

Hogwarts Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Teach us something, please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

"Hail Satan!" came a voice from the Gryffindor table. Everyone looked over to see the black-haired boy with glasses high-fiving the other one. The tall brown-haired boy looked appalled, but was trying his best to restrain his laughter. Everyone else in the school, however, did not bother to hold it in and the Hall erupted with laughter. Professor McGonagall was not amused, and was even more put off when she noticed Dumbledore chuckling softly.

"And on that note," said Dumbledore, still smiling as the laughter died down, "I think it's time for bed." The students rose and made to exit the Great Hall.

"Not so fast, Mr. Black," said McGonagall. Sirius, James, Remus and Peter turned around as the others flooded out of the Hall.

"Yes, Professor?" said Sirius innocently. McGonagall huffed and grabbed Sirius by the ear, dragging him through the crowd. She yanked harder when she saw him give a thumbs-up to the other three boys. McGonagall sighed. 'This is going to be a long seven years.'