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The golden trio stood behind the doors to the great hall. They had just watched all the students pour in for the new year. Harry had been standing on tiptoes the whole way through, anxiously trying to get a look of his parents, his head waving about over the crowd like a lost child…only much taller.
"Harry, calm down! It's not like you can just waltz up to them and tell them you're their son. They're not going to know you."
Harry only huffed at Hermione and slouched back against the wall in silent defeat. The doors opened again, calling their attention and Ron, Hermione and Harry waltzed into the centre, heads held high while their insides squirmed in fear; just like true Gryffindors. All eyes followed their every step and Harry's breath caught as he noticed the marauders. Dumbledore stood.
"I'd like to introduce Harry Prendon, Ronald Weller and Hermione Granger. They will be starting their seventh year here as they have been home tutored before. All three have already been placed in Gryffindor house. I hope you will welcome the three with open arms and give them help when they ask for it. Now, with all said and done, I think it is time to feast."
Dumbledore sat down as the plates filled with food and the three took their places along the end of Gryffindor table. Harry had incidentally sat next to Remus Lupin with Hermione and Ron opposite him, with Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter next to them.
Remus turned to face Harry, his face already set in a natural, broad smile. Brown hair settled over his forehead and his uniform was all neatly trimmed. Looking just the part of a prefect.
"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin, Gryffindor prefect. There's James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black. I guess you guys will be sharing our dorm now." He introduced.
Harry stared for a second at the sight of the students. He quickly averted his gaze; suppressing any feelings including a glare at Pettigrew.
"Oh, that's great. We've never really been to a boarding school or shared a dorm room before, since we were home schooled so I'm still getting used to the whole idea."
"Don't worry about it. There hasn't been any new students in a while but all the first years suffer a bout of homesickness before settling in."
The lies spewed easily from Harry, his Slytherin side showing through. A head quickly popped in from next to Remus before another word could get in.
"Hello, I'm the other Gryffindor prefect, Lily Evans. Are you guys all related or something? You seem to know each other really well."
Harry was too stunned to say anything. He gawked at the sight of his mother, beautiful like they said she was. Her eyes were a vibrant green like his and looked at the three in welcome. Her voice and stance was full of confidence, but no way near arrogant. Harry quickly glanced at James who was glancing between Lily and his plate of food. Harry felt a kick under the table as Hermione pointed out he was staring too much and he looked around to see the marauders with what looked like knowing looks and Lily looking apprehensive. James on the other hand was already shooting daggers.
Hermione filled in for the silence.
"No, we're not relatives, but we all live in the same area. We were the only wizards around so we spent our childhood together and our parents were all close."
"So you must be from pureblood families. I haven't heard of any Weller's, Granger's or Prendon's." James was already looking suspicious, most likely from his immediate dislike to Harry for the way he was looking at Lily.
"Well, we're not originally from England and er… our families like privacy. Prendon isn't pureblood, only half-blood along with myself. It was just difficult to travel to the school and we had the option of home tutors because of our parents."
Hermione was starting to stutter, stumbling over the lies whilst trying to stick to the truth so they could remember it all.
"What made your parents change their minds about schooling. It's a bit late to start isn't it?" This time it was Sirius who spoke first. Hermione's mind went blank; there was only so many stories she could come up with, Hermione head was filled with fact, not fiction.
Finally Ron saved the day and showed some intelligence. He looked down at his plate and his face turned into one of depression from some unknown acting skills.
"There was…something that happened. Our parents…they…" He sucked in his lips and looked away, pretending to hide tears from the new friends.
The marauders were easily fooled. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
Harry turned back to Lily, a croak in his voice as it pretended to break. "No, no. It's fine, you weren't to know." James shifted uncomfortably from the sad look shared between Lily and Harry.
Pettigrew, the ever unsentimental one, spoke up. "Wait so all of them died together? What was it, some kind of massacre?"
Glares were sent down to him but he remained unknowing.
"No. My parents died when I was younger, but I was adopted into Ron's family. We're like siblings altogether and the rest, is kind of…long and complicated." Harry continued with the lies and his friends shared a slight smirk at the twisted truths.
"That's cool. James' family has practically adopted me. Shame my parents are still alive though."
"Sirius!" Remus apprehended the teenager, who looked slightly at sheepish. The other three pretended to look surprised, already knowing the history of the Black family.
They continued the meal, discussing families and Hogwarts. There was never a gap in conversation and no one was left out- well except Pettigrew who actually chose to ignore them really and instead shoved food down his throat.
The trio went straight up to the dormitories at the end of the feast, averting the common room and other questionning students, claiming they were tired.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the bed together.
"We need to get our story cleared up." The boys both nodded to Hermione.
"So, both my parents were half bloods. Harry's mother was muggleborn but his father was pureblood and both of Ron's parents were pureblood. This means we all have a decent magical background. Let's say…we lived on the Isle of Wight. It's a small island at the South of England, so we won't have to worry about accents and there are going to be practically no other wizards living there.
Ron…Um let's say your parents earned a lot of money doing private business for the ministry, hence the need for secrecy and we can then be able to afford to be home tutors. Harry, you don't know anything about your parents since it's a touchy subject and mine ran their own business for potions. My mother died in a potions accident two years ago. We all are only children. Er…I think that's it. Think you can remember it?"
Ron and Harry stared at Hermione. These were great lies! They were feasible and realistic and didn't need to be detailed. All were surprised with each other to find the unknown Slytherin traits they never knew the had. The pair nodded dumbly, before discussing the nights events.