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"That's Goyle's son. The very first thing you do before you even step on the train is beat up the person who's father-" Moody stopped, looking away. But Amy didn't mind. She was still smiling. Remus looked about them. Then he said, "Well, that little ounce of guilt I had is gone now," he said. Everyone laughed, even Moody. Amy, Sirius, and Remus' heads whipped around as they heard the distinct noise of a train whistle.

Amy's POV

"The train's coming, the train's coming!" she squealed. If Sirius was a girl, Amy was sure that he would be squealing too. Amy did a little hop-and-spinning thing; she was so excited. Her chest was filled with so much happiness that it hurt. Sirius was smiling broadly, as well as Remus. Amy gasped. "Look!" she breathed, pointing behind them.

A brilliant train in the shade of red was awaiting them; it had the words Hogwarts Express written on the side of the train. Amy started to jump. Moody tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around.

"I'll see you in the summer holidays. Have a great year, kiddo," he said, smiling himself. Amy lept forward and hugged him. He returned the favor. They released, and Moody told her, "If you need to contact me, owl me. If it's rather urgent, then just talk to my son. Alastor Moody. He's 21 years old and will be there at Hogwarts for 6 months to help Professor Dumbledore," he said.

"I know Professor Dumbledore! I've read about him in Hogwarts, A History," Amy said excitingly. "I don't think I'll ever pick it up again, I just had to see what Hogwarts was like. What does he need help with?" Amy asked curiously.

"Nothing you need to know about. Have a good year," he said again. Amy grinned and ran towards the train, trunk on her shoulder and cage on top. She looked behind her other shoulder and saw Sirius and Remus tugging along their trunks slowly. Far too slowly. Amy sighed, rushed forward, and took Remus' trunk. "You two hold that one by yourselves, I'll manage these myself..." she said, holding the other trunk under her arms. Sirius and Remus goggled at her. Amy sighed again.

"Look, I don't know how I'm doing it, considering that I've never been able to barely hoist up my school bag before. Just ignore it," Amy told them.

They shrugged their shoulders and did as they were told. Amy was, after all, the strongest of them all. Amy turned to give Moody a wave. He waved back. Amy stepped onto the train, and he was soon out of sight. Amy stepped into the first compartment she saw, Sirius and Remus soon behind her. Then Remus stopped; he had seemed to have just remembered something. "Er, I need to talk to Madam Pomfrey in compartment 1 about my- er- sickness. I've been getting really sick lately, and er, yeah." he finished awkwardly. Amy, with his trunk still under her arm, said, "It's fine. I'll wait and I'll put your trunk in the overhead rack," she said, smiling. Remus grinned back at Sirius and Amy. He turned and went towards the opposite of the side of the train. Amy slid the compartment door with her foot.

She walked into the compartment where there was a single boy sitting there, staring at Amy and Sirius with a great interest. He goggled at Amy as she easily lifted both trunks at the same time onto the rack, as well as Celosia's cage.

Celosia is jealous of the fact that I don't need a cage, Aden thought to Amy boastfully.

You've been quiet. It's about time. Can Sirius hear too? Amy thought. Yep, Aden thought. But only what I think. I'm repeating things to him.

I thought so, Amy said, sitting down across from the boy, and Sirius sat next to him. The boy was still goggling at Amy. "You put those trunks up all by yourself," the boy started, a tone of suspicion in his voice, "But you're a girl."

"I'm going to ignore how incredibly sexist that comment was, and pretend that you haven't spoken a word since I came in," she said, crossing her arms and looking away. The boy raised his eyebrows. "I bet I could bet you in an arm wrestle match," he challenged. Amy shrugged her shoulders, yanked out her olive wand, and said, "Accio trunks!" The trunks landed with a great thud on the ground, and the boy had to pull up his legs to avoid them getting crushed. The trunks landed in a stack in front of them, creating a table. Amy put her elbow on the trunk and wriggled her fingers. "Try me."

The boy looked surprised that the weird girl in front of her actually accepted her challenge, but he smirked and pulled up his sleeve He wrapped his fingers around hers, and Amy looked at Sirius. Sirius, looking highly amused, got the point. "One," he started. The boy's muscled tightened. "Two," Amy looked into his hazel eyes. He was determined. "Three."

WHAM. In an instant, Amy had slammed the boys fist to the side of the trunk. He looked absolutely bewildered. "I wasn't ready," he said quickly. Sirius laughed. Amy shrugged again. She put her elbow on the table again. He took her hand eagerly Sirius was doubling over from laughter and shaking his head at the boy's stupidity. He counted down again between laughs, and it started again. But this time, Amy decided to tease him.

She held her elbow right there, in between, not moving. The boy grunted, using all of his strength to push against her hand, but nothing he did moved Amy's arm. "I would think that you would have given up by now. Or are you afraid to be beaten by a girl?" Sirius said jokingly. The boy's face flickered for a moment, about to laugh, but his face broke into concentration again. Amy help up her other hand to inspect her nails, mocking him. Sirius started to beat the compartment wall out of silent laughter. Finally, Amy got tired, and slammed her fist down. She picked up the two trunks and threw them onto the overhead rack. She turned to Sirius. "I'm going to find a compartment where this idiot's loud mouth doesn't make me go deaf. I'll be back," she said, slamming the compartment door open and sliding it firmly shut. But before she left, she thought of something. She slid the door open a crack and peered in. "Your glasses make you look stupid, did you know?" she said before shutting the door once again.

She walked down the corridor, looking for a place to sit. She walked past a particular compartment filled with four boys: all of them big and burly and challenging each other to what seemed like duels of some sort. They have to be 7th years, Amy thought. She kept on walking. She was having a hard time finding a suitable compartment She passed one compartment with a bundle of girls who looked like they were trying hard to be noticed: they all had sparkly clothes and loads of makeup on their face. They looked at her with interest as she walked by. Amy had no interest whatsoever to sit with those three girls, so she kept on walking. But before she could walk five steps, she heard a compartment door open.

"Hey, why don't you come sit with us? You seem lost," someone said. Amy spun around, and it was one of the Barbie dolls with a bright pink shirt and a white, sparkling cabbie hat. Amy really wanted to turn around and run, but she decided to go with her. You can't judge a book by it's cover. She followed her into the compartment.

She sat next to another blondie with a purple shirt and white short-shorts. Amy almost was to mime puking, but she stopped herself. The girl who invited her in sat across from her, and a girl with brown hair sat diagonally from her. She looked the most uncomfortable, and was not dressed in sparkles. Amy recognized her as the girl she met in Madam Malkins. She had a feeling that the girl there most have been sitting by herself and then the girls joined her, because she wore a plain green blouse and white knee shorts. The girl across from her began to talk.

"I'm Crystal Renee. This is Sophia Monroe," she said, indicating to the girl next to her. She smiled falsely and slightly waved. "And this is Tally-er-"

"Tilly. We met in Malkins," she said, holding out her hand and smiling bravely. Amy took it, smiling back. The blondie cleared her throat and began to speak in her high-pitched, falsely sweet voice. "And you are...?" she asked.

"I'm Amy Dawn," she said. Renee raised her eyebrows. "My cousin said that you beat him up in front of muggles. Is that true?" she said. Amy nodded. She narrowed her eyes. "I have a hard time believing that a pathetic mudblood like you could beat him." Tilly gasped. Amy had no idea what it meant, but she had a bit of an idea-

"Muggle-born, you mean? Bitch, please. You have no idea who I am. I suppose your fat gorilla cousin told you that?" she said. The girl glared. "Only a evil mudblood could have the ability to do that, he said. Only a freak could do that," Renee said.

"You know, your butt must be really jealous of your mouth, with all of the bull shit coming out of it," she said loudly so that she thought she heard laughter from the compartment next to them. "But no. I'll have you know that both of my parents were fully-trained Aurors-" Moody told her that they were that, whatever that was, but it sounded important "-And his pathetic father killed my mum and dad." Tilly gasped again. Amy stood up. "By the way, what brand of markers did you color your face with? You look like an attention-seeking clown. Oh wait- that's because you are," she finished. She glanced at Tilly. She looked, not nervous and uncomfortable like she did when Amy came in, but she was glaring at the girls, and from what Amy heard, she was cracking her knuckles behind her back. Tilly stood up too and walked over to Amy, purposely treading on the flip-flopped feet. Tilly and Amy laughed as they shrieked. Giggling, they walked out of the compartment, and they slammed the compartment door shut.

"Here, follow me. I said that I would meet my friend again," Amy told her. Tilly, smiling broadly, followed her.

"You had no idea how annoying they were. I was sitting alone, and then these stupid blond chicks came in, giggling and smiling with these fake voices- made me sick. They didn't ask or anything, no. They just pranced in and sat down and introduced themselves. I asked them to leave but they acted like they didn't hear me. Ugh! So pathetic. Where are we going?" she said this all very quickly, as if she has been wanting to talk to someone for quite a while. Amy looked at her in amusement. "We're here- oops!" she exclaimed. A girl with bright red hair and a boy with a rather large nose were rushing out of the compartment that Sirius and the boy were in. "Sorry," the girl muttered, distracted and furious. The boy looked rather angry too. They pushed past them and went down the corridor that Tilly and Amy just walked down.

"What was that about?" Tilly murmured.

"There's a big-headed idiot in there with my friend. You may want to cover your nose, I don't know if it's contagious or not," she said, sliding the door open. Sirius and the boy were laughing. Together. Amy groaned.

"Sirius, what did you do to those poor people?" Amy asked, exasperated Sirius smiled. "I dunno. Ask Snivellus," he taunted, and the boy started to laugh again.

"Okay. I'll make sure to do that," Amy said, rolling her eyes and sitting down across from Sirius. She had no desire to sit across from the boy again, and would like to see how Tilly would handle him. Tilly sat across from the boy, eyeing the both of them.

"Which one's the big-headed one again?" She asked audibly. Amy shot her a look as both boys looked at her, smiling. "Well tell her," Sirius kidded. "Which one of us?"

Amy opened her mouth, but Tilly interrupted. "'Cause both of you look like you stuck your mouth on an air pump. It's hard to tell whose head's larger." Sirius shut his mouth stupidly, and Amy giggled. Amy turned to the boy. "What's your name, anyways?"

"James Potter. And you are?" he said, mockingly bowing and lifting an invisible hat off his head. Amy scoffed. "Amy Dawn. You seem cocky even after I kicked your butt in arm wrestling." James flushed. Tilly snorted and turned to Amy.

"Really? Wow," she commented.

"What, don't believe me?" Amy challenged. Tilly smiled.

"Well... I don't meant to brag, but I've gone undefeated for 6 months now in arm wrestling," she said. Amy grinned right back. "Challenge accepted. Shall we do it now?" she said. Tilly nodded. Amy didn't even bother getting her wand out this time; she just jumped on on the seat and got the trunks down. She balanced one trunk on her palm and another trunk on her other palm. "Legs up," she said. Tilly did so. Amy slammed them down on top of each other. She hopped down and placed her elbow on the trunk. Tilly got up and took Sirius' spot. She placed her elbow on the trunk as well and locked fingers with Amy's. Sirius already knew the drill: he and James, who have become instant friends, counted down together. "One," Sirius said.

Tilly narrowed her eyes.

"Two," James said slowly, smiling broadly.

"You're going down," Tilly whispered. "In your dreams," replied Amy.

"THREE!" James and Sirius shouted together , someone slid opened the compartment door, and said, "Who the heck keeps on slamming trunks around-" what seemed to be a boy stopped, because he witnessed the following scene: A blond girl slamming another girl's fist down on the side of a trunk in an arm wrestle, and two boys cheering them on loudly. A small bird was chirping from one of the boy's shoulders ecstatically and a phoenix was hooting from the overhead rack.

Amy cracked her knuckled as she giggled: Tilly was looking at her, amazed. "I guess that's the end of your record, huh?" she teased. Sirius and James were doing air punches. Amy turned towards the boy in the compartment doorway. "Er... Can I help you?" she asked.

A boy with blonde hair was standing in the doorway: he looked like as if he was the build for a Quidditch player; a puffed-put chest, thick legs, and a face that said that he was loved competition. He was looking at Amy with great interest. He smirked.

"A girl beating another girl. Typical. I guess that's the only thing girls-" he was stopped by both Amy and Tilly.

"Why is every boy such a pathetic sexist pig-"

"How do you know, you don't-"

"I bet I could beat you in an arm-wrestling match, anyways-"

"Whoa, whoa," the boy said, holding out his hands. "Did I just hear that you could beat me in an arm-wrestling match? Yeah. Sure," he scoffed. Amy could hear Sirius say, "Jeez, why are arm wrestling matches so popular now?". Amy smiled. "Tilly, move so that I can teach this pig a lesson," she said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word 'pig'. The boy narrowed his eyes and sat down. Amy put her elbow on the trunks once again, and the boy did the same as he laced his fingers around hers. This time, Tilly, Sirius, and James all said the countdown together, "One...Two... THREE!" they shouted together.

The boy had a surprising amount of strength, but it was nothing compared to Amy's. Amy decided to play with him, just as she did with James. She made a face that plainly said that she was putting no effort whatsoever into this match. She rolled her eyes, yawned, and even took out her wand to inspect it. Amy would have inspected her broom, too, but Moody said that he wouldn't let her bring it.

Amy pocketed her wand as the boy started to curse. Amy soon got bored again and forced his fist to the side of the trunk. The boy released right away and shook out his hand; Amy's hand had left a bright red hand print on his hand. Amy picked up the trunks and threw them once again on top of the overhead rack. The boy watched with his mouth wide open with surprise. Amy walked over to him grabbed him by his ankles, (They boy slipped under and fell on his head, which James and Sirius laughed loudly at) and dragged him out to the corridor. She brushed off her robes and fixed her tie. The boy scrambled up and ran out of sight, looking over his shoulder at her in fear. Amy laughed.

"What did you do to that one?" a voice said in her ear. Amy jumped slightly and saw Remus standing there, smiling and chuckling at the boy. He pointed to her robes. "Your dress is poking out of your robes," he commented. Amy bent down and tucked it out of sight. "I beat three people at arm wrestling today," she said brightly, while beckoning Remus to come in their compartment.

Remus sat next to Sirius. "So Amy tells me she beat three people in arm wrestling today. I'm going to assume that one of them was the poor chap that was running away from Amy down in the corridor"-laughter-"And the other two were thses new people right here. You two are-?" he asked, indicating towards Tilly and James.

"I'm James Potter-"
"-And I'm Tilly R- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" she screamed and pointed at Amy. Remus, James, and Sirius all turned to Amy. James and Remus' jaws dropped, but Sirius remained calm. Amy suddenly realized that her pupils had turned white at the excitement. Only Sirius knew that Amy was a metamorphmagus. Amy and Sirius looked at each other for a fleeting moment- and decided to play along. Sirius put on a worried face and said, "Amy, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Amy, trying hard not to laugh, said, "My eyes? Why?" she asked innocently.

"Hate to break this to you, but your pupils are white," Remus said in a terrified whisper. Amy tried to look terrified as well.

"If this is a joke..." she started. She got an idea and almost smiled. "Maybe if I close my eyes, it'll go away..." Amy squinted her eyes shut and willed her hair to turn white as well. She ordered her skin to turn a light blue, and demanded her nails to grow into claw-like nails. She knew that her plan had succeeded when she heard a loud scream, one strangled yelp, and one thud as somebody landed on the floor. She opened her eyes.

Tilly was screaming her head off, Remus was doing the strangled yelling and pointing, and James had fallen on the floor in shock. Amy and Sirius, on the other hand, were laughing so hard that their laughter became silent. After a few seconds, the three of them noticed how Amy and Sirius were laughing, and stopped.

"Wait... wha... Oh!" Tilly exclaimed, watching Amy's features go back to normal. To play with them, Amy turned her eyes to be a rainbow mix. Tilly squealed and Remus and James gasped. Amy laughed.

"Yeah... she can change her appearece at will," Sirius said in a mock-bored voice. "Nothing to it, though..." Amy laughed. "I'm a-"

"-metamorphmagus," Remus cut in. "I read it in a book."

"A book? Please. How's Quidditch for a past time sport?" James kidded. Remus shrugged. I've never been into sports that much. Probably because I was never very good at it," Remus joked. The rest of them laughed. Then suddenly, they all lurched forward. The train seemed to have stopped. Amy looked up and about and her friends. Then she hopped up. "Hogwarts!" she exclaimed. She almost ran towards the door. Amy saw that majority of them were still sitting. "We don't need our trunks, let's go, let's go!" she yelled. They all broke into grins and got up. They followed Amy out of the compartment and off of the train.

It was rather dark. There were lanterns, but Amy couldn't quite see where she was. It looked like the edge of a town, or a village.

"First years over here, please!" Amy head a young woman calling them over. Amy followed the source of the voice. (Author's Note: I know that Hagrid is supposed to do this, just hang on, I'll go over that in the next chapter.) Amy, Sirius, James, Remus, and Tilly all followed the young witch to a river, where there were many boats. All five of them managed to climb onto one boat.

What happened next, Amy wasn't quite sure. She didn't remember much, seeing as she was hyperventilating so badly that anybody would forget what had happened. All she remembered was stepping into the must have been the Great Hall, based on what she read. She could tell that Remus had read the book too, seeing as they were the only two people who weren't completely confused. They looked at each other at the same time as somebody exclaimed "Look, there's no roof!" and majority of the first years believed this. They grinned and quickly looked away, for thy were feet away from a stool, and on top of the stool, there was a battered old hat that Amy knew was called the Sorting Hat. It opened it's mouth and began to sing. But Amy wasn't paying attention. She had just noticed a girl boy across from the crowd looking at her. Amy stared right back at him. He had sandy hair, freckles on his nose, hazel eyes, and a crooked smile.

That's really creepy, how he's starting at me, Amy thought. And smiling. Ick. She shifted closer to Sirius. She turned her attention back to the Sorting Hat, which had stopped singing. A very strict-looking witch had pulled out a list of students and was calling them out by alphabetical order.

"Allen, Mollie," she said sternly. A girl with black pig-tails ran from the crowd, sat on the stool, and looked up as the witch (Amy assumed she was a Professor) placed the hat on her head. After a few seconds, the badly sewn hat opened it's mouth and exclaimed, "Ravenclaw!" There were cheers erupting from a table over Amy's shoulder, she didn't bother looking over. After a few more people, like, "Aaylee, Cassandra" and "Bonds, Jonathan" there was a certain name called.

Sirius' POV

"Black, Sirius," said who must have been Professor McGonagall (He heard Regulus talking about her.) Sirius strode up to the stool. "Good luck," he heard Amy whisper. He saw Regulus looking at him with boredom, as if he knew that he would soon be sitting next to him. Sirius felt a large weight drop in his stomach. He had just remembered that he was to be put in Slytherin, like everyone else in his family.

But I hate my family, Sirius thought as the hat landed on his head. Yeah, I know. Another Black. Let's just get this over with, he mind grumbled. He could use various tones in mind-speaking now, now that he had Aden. Sirius was wondering where Aden went until a voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

Black, I see? a voice in his ear said.

I don't even want to be a Slytherin, Sirius thought gloomily.

You don't? He heard a voice ask.

Not at all, he thought back. Now that I think about it, it's a rubbish house. But that's where I'm going to be put, because my whole family's been in there-

"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat screamed. Sirius almost fell off the stool. His spirits lifted. He was not in Slytherin. He was in Gryffindor. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.

Sirius cheerfully ran from the stool to the table that was applauding loudly. He looked over his shoulder and saw various things: Amy, James, Remus, and Tally (or Tilly, whatever) were loudly applauding as well. Then his eyes glanced over at Regulus. His face was filled with shock, staring at him as if maybe the Hat would call him back; to tell Sirius that he was really in Slytherin. Most of Slytherin house seemed shocked, too; Sirius was sure that Regulus had told them about his little brother would make the billionth person in their family to be a Slytherin.

Sirius sat next to a third year with brilliant red hair. He had spectacles poking out of his pockets, and he was fiddling with small, rectangular pieces of paper with little hearts and diamonds on them. Strange, he thought, then turned back to the Sorting.

They had just begun the 'D' section. Amy, of course, was the first to be called up.

"Dawn, A-" but Professor McGonagall didn't have to finish, for Amy had already sprung herself forward and leaped onto the stool. She grinned at the professor with a large smile and folded her hands on her lap. Many students laughed, including Sirius. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, but looked rather amused. She placed the hat on her head, and within two seconds, the hat exclaimed, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Amy sprinted down from the stool, raced towards Sirius, and slid onto the bench. She was so quick that she collided into Sirius, which caused a train reaction of pushing throughout the row. People in the great hall laughed again, but they soon subdued.

Soon, it was Tilly, Remus, and James that joined them. All of their sortings were similar to Amy's; quickly decided. But, then again, nobody of the three sprinted majority of the time. Also, Amy remained the only student at Hogwarts to send goblets and silverware flying. Only Sirius' sorting that took particularly long. The food had appeared in front of him; that was one thing he knew would happen. Sirius shoveled mountains of chicken legs and hills of mashed potatoes on his plate. He filled his goblet with pumpkin juice, thinking to himself silently. He looked up, only to see Regulus now glaring at him. Sirius blinked. He quickly looked down at his food and stuffed his mouth with chicken. He was pondering why his sorting had taken so long.

Well, it was debating whether you would be in evil Slytherin or good Gryffindor, Aden thought, fluttering to his shoulder.

Where have you been? Sirius asked. Aden flashed his impressive silver wings and let some fangs (Sirius had almost forgotten they were there) show.

I saw some lady owls in the Owlery, he thought proudly. Sirius laughed out loud. Amy looked at him strangely for a moment, then she jumped. Aden must have sent her a message. She giggled, too. It was James, Remus, and Tilly that were still very confused.

"Why do I always feel like I'm missing out on something?" Tilly asked carefully.

"It's wok yuu geez-" James' mouth was quite full with food. He wisely swallowed his food before speaking again. He cleared his throat (Tilly was giggling along with Amy) and spoke again. "It's like you guys have some secret language or something," he added.

Sirius shrugged. "I dunno. It's like we can send thoughts to each other," Sirius grinned madly. Amy couldn't suppress a grin, either. The other three were looking at them with a mix of curiosity and a look that said: they-are-plain-crazy. Aden suddenly spoke to Sirius, and the way Amy flinched, he was thinking to Amy too.

What about we play a game? I like games, Aden thought. Sirius and Amy looked at him curiously.

"Why are you looking at that miniature bird thing on Sirius' shoulder?" Tilly asked. Amy shushed her. Tilly raised her eyebrows but did as she was told.

Aden did a mind-scoff. Yeah, she deserves it.

Deserves what? Sirius thought back.

Hold on- Amy, just listen, and don't respond. I need to explain this first. Aden told her. Amy nodded.

I'm going to talk to them- but you guys don't say anything. Act like you have no idea what's happening. Then, one by one, I'll creep little scary thoughts into their brains every once in a while. It's not like they would tell you- who would believe a crazy thing, like voices in one's head? Aden thought. Amy and Sirius grinned like mad.

"Okay guys, calm down," James said. "Just sit down, eat some food, and then you'll feel okay again."

"What?" Sirius said innocently.

"You guys have been smiling like a bunch of goons," Remus said. "It's rather frightening."

Amy had turned to Sirius, and she mouthed, James first. Sirius suppressed a smile and nodded to Aden- he must have seen Amy.

But what to say? Aden thought mischievously.

Something creepy, like 'Oh, they just have voices in their head.' Sirius responded, still trying to suppress a smile.

Got it, Aden thought. They were silent for just a few seconds, and then-

WHAM. James had jumped so badly that his knees collided with the top of the table, making the remains of his food on the plate jump as well. Remus, Tilly, Amy and Sirius all laughed loudly. James still seemed frazzled; his glasses were askew.

He fixed his glasses them and ruffled his hair (Sirius saw Amy roll her eyes out of the corner of his eye) and tried to act like as if nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked with the same innocent tone that Amy had used earlier.

"Nothing, just tired," James mumbled as the rest of them laughed again. Sirius really did feel at home, even with Regulus glaring at him like that. Sirius dared to look up one more time. Regulus was no longer looking at him, but was huddled with a bunch of other Slytherins. They were in a mad discussion, and every once in a while they glanced up to make sure that nobody was staring at them, or to point towards Sirius. Suddenly, they stopped and turned towards the staff table. Sirius looked up, and soon found out why. An old man, with a very long beard and twinkling blue eyes had stood up. He had the fanciest chair and was seated in the middle of the table, so Sirius just assumed that he was the headmaster. Everyone else had quieted down to hear what he had to say, as well.

"Welcome, new students- and to the others, welcome back! I have a few things I would like to announce before our Prefects send you back to bed.

"This year, we will be letting student teacher fill in the some classes for weeks at a time." There was some muttering and whispers; this was highly unusual. The headmaster began to speak again.

"Also, in addition to that, we will have various Aurors here at Hogwarts this year. Please treat them just as you would if they were Professors themselves," he said. There was even more muttering at this: Why would we need Aurors here at Hogwarts, when they were safe behind the school's walls? Sirius turned to glance at his three friends (He wasn't sure whether Tilly counted as a friend yet) and they all looked equally confused.

"Thank you. Prefects, please lead your houses to the dormitories. Good night," the headmaster dismissed them without any explanation, and this left Sirius quite disappointed. Everyone else seem rather disgruntled too; there were loads of irritated mutterings as they all pushed the benches back and stood up. Sirius was about to look around for Regulus, until there was a thick thud landing on his head, and Sirius fell to the ground. Sirius groaned, and looked up to see Regulus, glaring down at him.

"What the bloody hell, Regulus?" Sirius asked, rubbing the back of his head. Regulus looked furious: his face was red and his eyes were narrowed.

"How'd you get yourself landed in Gryffindor?" he asked. Most of the people in the Great Hall had noticed the fight accruing near the Gryffindor table, and they all turned to watch. Some people were even standing on tables to look.

"Why would I want to be in Slytherin?" Sirius spat. Regulus tightened his clenched fist. "All of you people are muggle-born haters, you guys are self-centered, arrogant, gits!" Sirius said coldly. Regulus glared at Sirius with hatred.

"Boys, what do you think you're doing?" Sirius heard Professor McGonagall say- right before Regulus' foot collided painfully with Sirius' head. Sirius could feel the blood oozing out, and he felt woozy. (Several girls were screaming.) "STOP!" they heard Professor McGonagall scream, but none of them listened. Sirius, out of the corner of his eyes, saw the Professors pulling out their wands. But they needn't had to, for Amy got there before the professors did.

This time, Amy didn't even seem up for a pep-talk with her enemy, nor did she feel like playing with him. Instead, Amy grabbed him tightly from his throat, and stomped him over to the teachers, pushing past the crowd. Several people gasped as Regulus turned blue, kicking and gasping for air, and as Amy threw him on the ground and Professor McGonagall's feet. Before the professor could say anything, however, Amy had brought her hand back and slapped Regulus across the face. The echoing slap could be heard across the Great Hall. Regulus groaned slightly; his face now sported a bright red hand-mark. Sirius looked around, and from what he could tell from his squinted eyes, he could see many people either looking aghast or trying not to laugh (Mainly the Gryffindors). Amy ran back, again, and knelt down besides Sirius. The last thing Sirius saw was Amy's worried face before he passed out.

Author's Note: Phew! That was a long chapter! I really like it, though, and I hope that you guys do too! Sorry for the delay, but I do hope the delay was worth it!

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