Hey guys! You guys are making me so happy, I can't tell you how much I love each and every review I've gotten. It's really what's getting me to update every day, it's fantastic. Anyway, on today's round of questions...!

1) How many chapters are you planning to write? I'm honestly not sure. I have a plot planned out, so I know what I'm working towards, I just don't know how many chapters it'll take to do it justice. You'll get a glimpse of where the plot is heading this chapter, so yeah. What I do know is that this isn't going to be one of the short fanfics that wraps up in 20 chapters, it'll probably be twice that or so...

2) Since Voldemort is now a good guy, who's the villain going to be? Is there going to be one? There will be a villain. And remember, Voldemort isn't a good guy - Tavish Ryder is a good guy. Voldemort is still evil, so you don't know what could happen... Hehehehe. I'd say more, but spoilers...!

3) How often will you be updating? Well, right now I'm updating every evening, but I probably won't be able to maintain that... it should be very frequently, though. :)

And now for the list (which I'll be posting for the next couple chapters, and then I'll probably post it as a reminder every three chapters or so after that)!:

Remus Lupin: Romulus Lukeson

Sirius Black: Serafin Blake

James Potter: Jack Porter

Lily Evans: "Lucy" Lucasta Ethans

Fred Weasley: Flynn Weaver

Severus Snape: Severin Snider

Tom Riddle: Tavish Ryder

The group walked in silence behind Madam Hooch, embarrassed and ashamed. Lucy, Severin and Rom were worried about getting detention and ruining their perfect records, while Teddy and Tavish still had no idea how the fight had begun. Flynn, Serafin, and Jack were worried about what would happen now, but they didn't regret their fight - they had been defending someone from bullying, and they were Gryffindors after all; that meant being brave in the face of adversity. The five Slytherins were sulking as they trailed along in silence, Ignatius occasionally shooting the others dirty looks. Tavish would respond with a condescending glare; Tavish did not approve at all of the image Ignatius was giving other Slytherins.

"Normally this problem would go to your Heads of House," Madam Hooch said after a while, "but considering that three of the four Houses were involved, the Head Mistress must be involved. Be quiet and behave." She stopped walking in the middle of the corridor and the students looked around blankly, not seeing McGonagall or a door leading to McGonagall's office. Behind Madam Hooch was a gigantic metal griffin nestled in an alcove with swooping wings wrapping around itself. Madam Hooch turned and addressed the griffin, "Gum drops."

With a slight grating noise, the griffin began to turn and rise, giving way to a curving staircase. Madam Hooch stepped on one of the steps and rose up with the griffin and said, "Come on, no lollygagging." The students exchanged awed glances before climbing onto the stairs, and eventually the staircase ground to a stop and they climbed the rest of the way. The griffin now opened into a huge office with magical gismos and gadgets on shelves around the room, and a huge desk on the far side. Professor McGonagall was sitting behind her desk looking at papers spread across it, and when they entered she stared down her nose at them.

"I see several colors on their faces," McGonagall said disapprovingly, "Many that shouldn't be there - blue and red, to name a few. What happened here?"

"I took two students to the infirmary and returned to these thirteen in a full fist-fight on the green," Madam Hooch said dryly.

"It seems like the most exciting things always happen when you're off the pitch," McGonagall observed. "How did a few second years get involved with your class of first years?"

"I was wondering the same thing," Madam Hooch said, turning to look at Teddy, Severin, and Tavish. "Edward Lupin, what happened?" Teddy looked at his feet and mumbled some unclear answer.

"I'm growing old and can't hear quite like I used to." Sarcasm was practically dripping from McGonagall's voice. "Perhaps say that again louder?"

"I don't know," Teddy said, looking up at her. "We were coming to join Severin to study and when we got there, the Slytherins were trying to beat him up!"

"Is this so?" McGonagall asked, looking at Tavish and Severin. Severin nodded, and Tavish responded by glaring at the Slytherins, who glared back. "And you thought it would be a splendid idea to fight for no apparent reason?"

Teddy puffed up his chest. "They were hurting my friend. That's all I needed to know." McGonagall's mouth twitched with a repressed smile.

"Sometimes you remind me of your mother," McGonagall said after a moment. "Other times, your father comes out in your eyes. Remus would defend his friends with his life... But that still does not excuse this fight. What happened to start it?" She turned her attention to the others, and Lucy stepped forward.

"They took his book," she said, gesturing to Severin. "And they wouldn't give it back. They called him a mudblood." Fury made Lucy clinch her fists, not caring that she was snitching.

Professor McGonagall arched an eyebrow at the Slytherins. "Well?"

"He provoked us," Ignatius said, searching for an excuse.

"So, you lot don't agree," McGonagall observed, sitting back in her seat. "Very well. So, you five say one thing, and those eight say another - does anyone have a different side of the story?" The students looked at one another and shook their heads. "Well, I suppose that means I'll have to hear what everyone has to say. You five in here, you eight wait over there - I'll hear what you have to say shortly." Flynn opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp look from McGonagall promptly shut him up. They sulked over to where McGonagall pointed, and the Slytherins watched them with a triumphant smirk.

Severin and the others couldn't help but look around McGonagall's office as they went to the corner she had pointed them to. Portraits lined the walls of headmasters from the past, and they all watched them walk by. Two of the portraits in particular caught Severin's eye; he recognized them both from Chocolate Frog cards. Severus Snape stared at Severin with black eyes, his mouth drawn into a studious stare. The portrait next to him, a man with a long white beard, muttered something at him, and Snape nodded. Severin looked away from them uncomfortably, looking at those around him.

"It's unfair," Tavish said heatedly. "Giving them preference. I bet it's because they had less people, so they look like the victims."

"It's worth it, though," Teddy said proudly. "I positively decked them. Did you see me?! I've never changed like that before!"

"Shhh," Lucy said, glaring at them. "We don't need to get into more trouble."

"Loosen up, Lucy," Flynn said, plopping down and leaning back, folding his hands behind his head. "It was pretty cool."

"Thank you," Teddy said, squaring his shoulders gladly.

"It's not like she's gonna bust us," Serafin said, settling down beside Flynn. "She's a Gryffindor too, she'll take our side every time."

"It's not like our side is the Gryffindor side," Tavish said, glaring at them. "In case you haven't noticed, we're not all noble Gryffindors."

"Tav," Severin reprimanded, frowning at his friend. "You know what they meant. Besides, you aren't like them. They're the annoying kinds of people."

"Yeah," Jack agreed, "Not all Slytherins are assholes. But, all assholes are Slytherins - I mean, no ass can be brave or compassionate or wise."

"Not from where I'm sitting," Tavish said dryly, watching him with indignation across his face.

"Hey, we didn't need to come to your buddy's rescue." Jack glared at Tavish.

"Maybe I didn't need rescuing," Severin interjected, scowling at both Tavish and Jack.

"Guys!" Rom said, looking around at the angry faces with distress. "No one here is the enemy! They're over there, remember? They attacked and bullied, not the people here. Houses don't matter, okay? I'm pretty sure every person here could've been put in multiple houses, it's not like your house defines you." The others bit their lips and looked away. Tavish could have said he was a pure Slytherin, and Jack could have said he was pure Gryffindor, but neither of them did; they didn't want another fight. As they sat waiting for McGonagall to finish talking with the Slytherins, they were quiet; the silence allowed them to focus on their various aches and bruises. Even though they outnumbered the Slytherins now, during the majority of the fight it had been five on five - Teddy and Tavish arrived later, and Rom was curled up puking slugs. Rom made a retching sound and promptly threw up another slug on McGonagall's floor.

After what seemed like an eternity, Madam Hooch escorted the Slytherins away and motioned at Rom and the others to come over to McGonagall. Flynn and Serafin got to their feet and joined the others, who were still standing, as they walked to the Headmistress' desk. They ringed around the desk because there weren't enough chairs for all of them and looked at McGonagall, waiting for her to speak.

"So," McGonagall said, folding her hands on the desk in front of her, "They said you insulted Slytherins by... and I quote... 'reading'. What do you have to say for yourself, Severin?" McGonagall's tone was wry and sarcastic. Severin stared at her, unsure of how to respond.

"They disgrace Slytherins," Tavish declared hotly, rushing to defend his House.

"I know they do," McGonagall said, watching Tavish with amusement. "You, however, seemed very eager to defend your friend. Now, would someone tell me what happened, exactly?"

"They saw me reading and took my book," Severin said softly. "They mocked me, calling me a mudblood, and then this girl... Uh, sorry, I don't think we've been introduced?" Severin said, turning to Lucy. Lucy blushed and said,

"Oh, I'm Lucy."

Severin nodded and continued, "This girl, Lucy, intervened. They mocked her, so Jack and... uh, those other people came to her rescue. They threw my book and Jack caught it, Ignatius got angry and tried to curse him, but this guy over here knocked it out of the way..." He pointed to Flynn. "But it bounced off and hit this guy..." He pointed to Rom. "And then this guy rushed to their defense..." He pointed to Serafin. "And knocked everyone off their broom, we all fell, and then the fight started."

"Well, it seems like a simple enough case to me," McGonagall said. "Slytherins were at fault, so twenty points from Slytherin for each of them. However, you fascilitated the fight, so twenty points from each of you as well..."

They bit back an angry response.

"But, because you were defending a friend and doing the right thing, ten points for each of you. So, really, it was only minus ten," McGonagall continued. Some of the tension in their shoulders relaxed. "Alright. You may go." They turned and left, relief flooding them at no worse punishment. Just when they thought they were free, McGonagall called after them, "Wait. Everyone but Tavish. Tavish, come back; everyone else, go back to your common room and then report to your next class."

Tavish paused midstep and looked back at McGonagall with wide eyes. The others gave him a look of sympathy before retreating to the griffin stairs and disappearing from sight, leaving Tavish and McGonagall alone in their office.

"I'm sorry for the way they make Slytherins look," McGonagall said softly. "I know it's different for someone who was taught to feel compassion." Tavish walked over towards her stiffly. "Please, sit down."

"Was there something particular you wanted to talk with me about?" Tavish asked uncomfortably, sitting down on the edge of one of the chairs.

"I wanted to ask if you are happy, Tavish," she said, settling back. "It is very important that you are happy."

"Happy enough," Tavish said, confused. "Why?"

"It is my duty to make sure things go smoothly, and that all my students are cared for," she said. "If something is wrong, I want you to know you can come to me. If you ever feel angry or sad, or something is weighing on you, you can come to me. I realize how difficult it must be for you, as a Slytherin, to hear how others talk about Slytherins. If that ever gets to you, you can come to me... You don't have to deal with this alone." There was genuine concern and sincerity in her eyes as she looked at him, and Tavish wasn't sure what to say.

"Okay," Tavish said after a moment.

"I will spend more time with you in the future, Tavish," she said slowly. "I think you have great potential. You can go back with the others, now." Tavish nodded at her and stood awkwardly, then turned and left the room. Once he was gone, McGonagall looked at the portraits on the wall.

"I never realized the train conductor was real," Snape said with a drawl, looking at the Griffin door as it closed. "I thought the reincarnation was a myth."

"No, it was never a myth," Dumbledore said. "You recognized them, I presume?"

"Yes," McGonagall said softly. "Well... Four of them."

"I suppose you recognize the one you held back?" Snape asked.

"Yes," McGonagall said, drumming her fingers on her desk, deep in thought.

"I'd always recognize the boy," Dumbledore declared. "After all, I was the one that brought him here so long ago - I do know him best."

"And the others? Which of the others did you recognize?" Snape asked.

"Well, I recognized you, Severus," she said. "You were always so obvious. You were such an uncomfortable little boy. And then I recognized James and Lily Potter... I didn't recognize them at first, but Lucy was always so protective of you, Severus. I saw her then. And once I realized it was her, it was impossible not to recognize James."

"They don't trouble me so much as Tavish," Dumbledore said, glancing at the other portraits, who all nodded their agreement.

"He isn't Tom Riddle this time," McGonagall said. "He has compassion now. You saw him; he isn't the same boy. This life has changed him for the better."

"That may be," Severus agreed, "But you know just as well as I do that Voldemort would have left things in place to make Tavish Ryder remember his days as Tom Riddle."

"Yes," she agreed. "That is why I will be watching him so closely; if he remembers, the results could be disastrous. He can never become Tom Riddle again."