A/N: Happy New Year guys! I am back with a long chapter! Thank you so much for waiting!

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nadasnape: Oh, I am making Alphard exactly how we have imagined Sirius to be on Tumblr. He will be tad bit different., but just imagine younger Marauders!

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Harry, Alphard, Peter and Anna followed the stern looking woman along with the multitude of the students. They huddled together, eager to start their new time in Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall led the students to a small chamber where everyone stood together.

The Marauders listened attentively as Professor McGonagall filled them about the Hogwarts houses and the way they had to live. None that they already did not know thanks to Peter's knowledge and Alphard's curiosity.

Once Professor McGonagall left the chamber, the four friends exchanged nervous glances. One fear that they all shared was-what if they all were separated by houses? Peter was intelligent, so he could be a Ravenclaw; Anna was helpful, she could be Hufflepuff; Alphard was cunning and ambitious and so he could easily go to Slytherin and Harry himself was not so sure about his houses.

"Stop thinking so loudly!" Anna chided. Harry gave her a grateful smile.

"I am pretty sure even if we are in different houses, it won't change much!" Peter quipped in, probably comforting himself more than the others.

"Does anyone know how we are sorted?" Alphard asked the crowd.

One red-headed boy said, "Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

The four friends exchanged nervous glances. Tests...oh, they had studied, all right. But to give tests?

"I know I will be in Slytherin!" A blond boy from the back of the crowd said, "All my family has been in Slytherin. No test or anything would change that!"

Anna narrowed her eyes at the boy's boastful tone. She just hoped that she was not in the same house as him.

The boy looked around with a smile before his eyes stopped at Harry. The grin widened. Anan and Alphard moved closer as Peter laid a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"So it's true, is it? What they were saying on the train?" the boy moved through the crowd, standing right in front of Harry, "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

At once murmurs broke into the crowd. Everyone began looking at Harry and started talking in a hushed tone.

Anna crossed her arms. "And, you are?"

The blond sneered at her before straightening his robes. "Draco Malfoy."

The red headed boy gave a funny chuckle as Malfoy turned to sneer at him. "Think my name is funny, do you? Don't have to ask yours-hand me downs, red hair, freckles, you must be a Weasley!"

Harry, though relieved, did not like the boy's behaviour at all. He reminded him of a more polished version of Dudley.

Harry suddenly jumped and some children screamed. Everyone turned to look some twenty ghosts entered the chamber. The ghosts were busy talking in themselves, possibly arguing as a ghost wearing ruffs and tights spotted them.

"New Students!" the one who looked like a little monk and whom the other ghost had called Friar said, "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few nodded and the ghost began talking about his house before a sharp voice cut through.

As instructed, Harry, Alphard, Peter and Anna hurriedly got into a line and walked as the great doors of the Giant Hall opened.

The Marauders' mouth snapped open at the mere beauty of the place. The four long tables and the teacher's table were filled with excited chatter. When Alphard looked up, he was floating candles and the night sky.

He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

The students lined up as asked and Peter saw as everybody's eyes trailed to the hat on a four legged stool. Suddenly, the heart began to sing.

The Marauders were taken aback but halfway through the song, Harry and Alphard shared a shit-eating grin and began to sway just a little as the hat continued to sing. Even Anna joined them in the last few lines, much to the horror of the other students as Peter merely distanced himself from the group, pretending he did not know the lot at all. From the teacher's table, Professor Dumbledore looked amusedly at the four children.

Once the song ended, the hall burst into applause. The four friends clapped along. Professor McGonagall appeared with a scroll of parchment in her hand.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." She said, "Abbott, Hannah!"

The friends watched as the pink faced, pig tailed girl did as told. A moment's silence was followed by the cry of, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The friends clapped politely before Professor McGonagall red the next name.

"Black, Alphard."

Alphard looked at Harry, giving him a nervous grin before moving forward and sitting at the stool.

"Ah, a Black!"

Alphard recoiled. "You talk?" he thought.

"Of course I do. Now, let us see...hmm, Cunning? Yes. But you are just like your father. Brave, Loyal; I think you will fare well in GRYFFINDOR!"

Alphard smiled as the hat was taken off and he darted towards the clapping table. He sent a grin to Harry before seating himself and watching as the rest of the students began to be sorted.

Susan Bones became a Hufflepuff as well, followed by Terry Boot who finally went to Ravenclaw. Millicent Bulstrode went to Slytherin and Alphard couldn't help but feel that he knew the name, Slytherin.

His Grandmother said the name if he remembered correctly.

Alphard watched happily as Hermione and Neville joined him. Just after Neville, the name was called, "Lupin, Peter."

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Peter watched as everyone was sorted and he knew his time was coming as well, yet when his name was finally called, he could not help but feel dread.

What if he was not in Gryffindor?

"Oh-ho! No doubt here. GRYFFINDOR!"

Peter breathed a sigh of relief as Alphard jumped at the table and pulled him in a hug as they both sat together at the Gryffindor table.

"What if Anna and Harry are not with us?" Peter asked nervously as Professor McGonagall took another name.

"Even if they are not, we will work through it," Alphard said confidently. "Our friendship is not that weak that it cannot sustain the strain of house rivalry."

Peter nodded tough still a little dubious.

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"Pettigrew, Anna."

The young girl gave a smile to Harry, who was a mess by the time he was the only one left from the group.

"Ah, daring, determined. You are so like your father, ready to prove himself to the world. I would say, GRYFFINDOR!"

Anan happily skipped to the house table, pulled in a hug by her other two friends. As soon as the chatter went down, the next name was announced to be

"Potter, Harry."

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"Potter, Harry."

"Potter, did she say?"

"That Harry Potter?"

Harry nervously looked around, getting only a brief smile from his friends as the hat dropped on his head.

"Hmm, difficult, very difficult. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"

Gryffindor, maybe?

"Gryffindor, huh? Slytherin could do wonders for you, you know."

Please?

"Well, if you insist then GRYFFINDOR!"

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Alphard gave a stink eye to everyone who was trying to get to see Harry Potter. "I don't like it."

"Dad had warned us about this," Peter said, watching as harry squirmed on the stool. "He would be hoarded with questions."

"I will make sure no one gets close to him," Alphard said. Anan nodded and before she could continue, the hat said, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The three friends jumped and at once flung themselves on Harry who was more than glad to be a part of the group again. Two red headed twins started singing and dancing, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" and it was quite ridiculous. Yet, the marauders were more than happy to be together once and for all.

The sorting continued and "Weasley, Ron" became the last Gryffindor and the last boy, "Zabini, Blaise" was sorted into Slytherin. The four friends clapped enthusiastically before everyone settled down and the Headmaster stood up.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

Everyone clapped and Harry was not sure whether he should laugh or not.

"Is he mad?" Alphard asked, looking around.

"Mad?" one of the older boys with red hair said, "He is a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Black?"

Alphard's eyes flew open as he watched the food that had suddenly appeared on the table. Anna at once began filling her plate before proclaiming, "I love magic!"

Harry nodded along before piling his plate as well. He ate and paid attention as the ghost in front of him told his tale of being 'Nearly Headless' and so on. Harry watched as Peter barely touched his food.

"All right there Peter?"

Peter looked up, snapping out of his thought. He gave a reassuring smile to Harry. "I am fine."

"You do not look fine," Anna said, putting down the chicken piece. "What is wrong Peter?"

Peter sighed, shaking his head. "Dad and I talked on the platform and he was pretty forward. But I can't...he still didn't tell me why he left. And now that I think about it, I have no idea what happened to my Mum."

Alphard groaned, before putting down his pumpkin juice and clapping Peter rather harshly on his back. "Peter, my dear friend, at least be happy that you have a father, who it seems cares. You are surrounded by orphans, trust me, you are not getting any pity here."

Anna flicked Alphard on his head across the table, making him shriek in pain. "Have some hold over your tongue! And you certainly are not an orphan!"

"Did he though?" Peter said, pulling everyone's attention to himself. "He only came to me because I was a wizard. What if I wasn't? Would he have ever come?"

Alphard groaned before turning to Harry with a look of 'You handle him now'.

"Peter," Harry finally said, "does it matter now? Come on, let it go!"

Peter huffed, before turning back to his plate. Knowing him, he wouldn't let it go.

Suddenly, Anna gave out a small shriek. Everyone turned to see a small rat on her lap.

"Scabbers!" the red head, Weasley, looked at the rat angrily and immediately snatched him from Anna's lap. "Sorry, I dunno what's wrong with my pet. He usually just sleeps."

Anna gave a nod. "It's okay. I don't hate rats, but when I saw it so suddenly at my lap, I got scared."

The red head nodded, before extending his other hand. "Ron Weasley."

Anna smiled. "Anna Pettigrew. This is Peter Lupin, Alphard Black and Harry Potter."

Ron gave a smile to everyone, even though his gaze was fixed at Harry for a while. Scabbers began to squirm into Ron's hand and as soon as Ron's hold got weaker, he again jumped over Anna's lap.

Anan looked at the rat, before taking it carefully in her hands. Scabbers began to play around, making Anna giggle.

"It is a wonder," the older Weasley said, "I have never seen Scabbers so lively. He was my pet before but all he did was sleep and eat. He seems to quite like you, Anna."

He nodded to the first years. "Percy Weasley, Prefect of the Gryffindor house."

Everyone smiled politely at him as Ron huffed. He and Anna looked at the rat play as he jumped between the two of them. Harry looked around and listened as his house-mates began to tell about their family life. Percy was excitedly talking to Hermione Granger about classes.

Harry turned his attention to the professor's table. He saw Professor McGonagall talking to professor Dumbledore as the huge guy, Hagrid, drank from his goblet. There was a weird purple turban professor who was talking to a hook-nosed, greasy hair and swallow skinned professor.

Suddenly, the hooked nosed professor looked at Harry and Harry's scar began to hurt.

Harry clutched his scar, muttering an 'ouch'. His three friends at once turned to look at him.

"What happened Harry?" Anna asked, looking worriedly at Harry. Harry shook his head, still looking at the Professor's table. The hook-nosed professor was still looking dangerously at Harry.

"Excuse me, Percy?"

The older boy turned to face Harry. "Yes, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Who is that professor who is talking to the guy in a turban?"

"That's Professor Snape, head of the Slytherin house," Percy explained, "teaches Potions-though everyone knows he wants Quirrel's position-that is the turban man, by the way, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Harry nodded thankfully, before turning to look at the Professor's table again. The Professor did not look his way again.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

"Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Harry was one of the few children who gave a laugh and then turned to Percy. "He isn't serious, is he?"

"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere – the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us, prefects, at least."

Alphard looked worriedly at the Headmaster, "What kind of school is this? Is it too late to go back to Surrey?"

Peter slapped Alphard across the head as Professor Dumbledore continued to speak.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone picks their favourite tunes," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed:

"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.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

Harry, Alphard, peter and Anna climbed out of their places and followed Percy as he led the children towards the Gryffindor tower.

"This is one hell of a school," Alphard muttered, "I really can't wait to explore it."

Harry nodded, but he was far too sleepy to actually understand half of it. They somehow managed to get to the tower, meeting a poltergeist briefly who seemed very interested in Harry and Alphard for some reason.

Once Percy said, "Caput Draconis" and explained everything to first years, Harry was ready to fall asleep. He waved to Anna who seemed excited at the prospect of getting to know the girls. But then he saw Peter's face once they were in their dorm and he and Alphard shared a glance before stating, "We need to have a meeting, now!"

All the boys seemed confused as Harry and Alphard sat straight and looked pointedly at Peter, who had merely raised an eyebrow.

Alphard began, "Mr Black would like to propose a formal meeting for the welfare of Mr Lupin."

"Mr Potter seconds that and would like to add that Mr Lupin is being a spoilsport." Harry added.

Peter glared at them before saying, "Mr Lupin would like to remind Mr Potter and Mr Black that it is only the first day of the school and he does not wish to waste it by getting into a nonsensical meeting."

Harry gasped, before saying, "Mr Potter would like to say that Mr Lupin has really lost all the meaning from his life and should start living life."

Alphard nodded. "Mr Black would like to ask Mr Lupin to stop getting angry over Mr Lupin Senior for a what if."

"I am not angry!" Peter all but shouted, only to hear a loud snore and realizing that Seamus Finnegan had fallen asleep. The other boys looked interestingly at the three boys.

"Mr Potter would like to say: bullshit."

Peter huffed and turned to the Weasley. "Mr Lupin would like to ask Mr Weasley to become his new best friend."

Ron, at suddenly being asked, could only mutter, "Umm..."

Harry snorted and turned to Ron. "Mr Potter would like to inform Mr Weasley that Mr Lupin is very studious."

Alphard barked out a laugh. "Mr Black would like to add that Mr Lupin tends to sleep with his books, so it is advised to Mr Weasley that he refrains from being friends with Mr Lupin."

"Mr Lupin would like to add that at least he doesn't sleep with a teddy bear anymore!"

"It was a gift from my mother!" Alphard shouted, before Harry shushed both of them, ready to fall asleep now.

"Mr Potter would like to point out that we are drifting from the topic here. We were discussing that Mr Lupin is still angry with Lupin Senior for not contacting him before he knew that he was a wizard."

"I am not!" Peter protested, "I am just...thinking!"

Harry turned to Ron, who seemed like a good bloke. "Mr Potter would like to ask Mr Weasley for his contribution."

Ron, once again caught off guard, muttered, "Ummm, I guess, I don't exactly..."

"Excellent!" Alphard cut him off and looked at Neville, "Mr Longbottom?"

"What?" He muttered sleepily.

"Mr Black would like to inquire if Mr Longbottom had been listening to our argument or not?"

"I have been..." Neville yawned, looking at the three boys.

"So do you agree with Mr Potter and myself?"

Neville shrugged, anything to get him to sleep. "I guess so."

"Very good! Mr Thomas?"

Dean grinned, "Absolutely!"

"Mr Finnegan?"

They were answered by a very loud snore.

Alphard and Harry turned to Peter with a smug smile and said, "Since we have five votes against Mr Lupin, we would like to say that Mr Lupin should get rid of his anger."

Peer huffed, crossing his arms before saying, "Mr Lupin would like to wish Misters Potter, Black, Weasley, Longbottom and Thomas a good night and warn them not to wake him up or be faced with a disastrous consequences!"

He pulled up his covers and hid himself, before falling asleep quickly.

Harry and Alphard looked at each, giving each other a shrug which looked like, 'we tried' and fell asleep as well. Ron and Dean, the only two other boys, looked at each other and grinned. This was going to be an interesting experience.

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