Hola people! Exams over!

Now, I won't promise a very good update routine because I never update and this was the last that I have written. I would like all of you to help me.

Anyone, who has read A World he Wanted series by me (it is taken down now, by the way) would you like to read the infusion of that story with this one? Because if so, changes will be made after this chapter. To those who don't know, James and Lily were alive, they had another kid, (no, they did not abandon Harry) and Peter was not exactly a traitor. If you like this idea, I might start writing that story again and put up a better version soon.

Now, either way, this story will be an AU no matter what. If I merge it with A world He wanted series, it would be a sad, sad story (Just telling you guys) and otherwise, this will be an AU on the same line as canon, but very AU. So, do tell me if you want to read A World he Wanted or do you want it to be merged with this?

Now, to reviews!

nadasnape: Yes, she would be. But that's a long way.

James351: Not much mischief, I am afraid! The map...now that is an interesting question. Let's see, shall we?

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Harry woke up early and instantly knew something was wrong. The bed was too soft, the curtains were bold red, something that Aunt Petunia hated with her whole heart and there was the sound of someone snoring beside him.

Sitting up abruptly, Harry put on his glasses from the nightstand when the events of the last few days came whirling in. He was at Hogwarts! Peter and Alphard were in the same dorm as him and Anna was just up the next staircase! Alphard snored!

Groaning, Harry pulled away from the curtains and peeped into Alphard's bed. Yup, there he was, his best friend, in all his glory.

If anybody saw the boy right now, they would not believe it was the same guy they saw every day. Alphard was sprawled across the bed, his mouth hanging open and drool coming out. His snores were light and his hair was a mess.

Harry really wished he had a camera on him so that he could click a picture.

Well, he did not have a camera, but he did have a quill and a bottle full of ink. Grinning to himself, Harry carefully tiptoed to his trunk. Everybody else was asleep, probably tired from the grand feast. They did not have to wake up at 5 every morning to prepare everything for the Dursleys.

Pulling the ink bottle and quill out of his trunk, Harry carefully sat down beside Alphard's bed. Dipping the quill in the pot, Harry put a dot on Alphard's head, checking whether the old dog woe up or not. When the boy did not give any response, Harry poked him for good measure, before sowing of his artistic skills on Alphard's hand.

This was going to be good.

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Anna woke up to the sound of someone pacing the floor. She tried to muffle the sound, but someone was also muttering. Cracking open one eye, Anna spotted Hermione Granger, pacing and reading the transfiguration book. By the looks of it, she was learning each and every word of it.

Knowing that sleep was a dream of the future now, Anna sat up, startling Hermione.

"Oh, you are awake. Good Morning," Hermione said, "Are you excited about the classes today? I am dying to learn everything. What kind of magic..."

"Hold it, miss lightening!" Anna yawned, cutting off Hermione's rant. She climbed out of her bed and went on to freshen up, missing Hermione's crestfallen look.

By the time she came out, Hermione was dressed for the day. "Coming Anna?"

"Breakfast doesn't start for another half an hour."

"Oh, I was just hoping to get an early breakfast," Hermione explained, "Would you like to accompany me?"

Anna raised an eyebrow. "I have to wait for my friends. You go and enjoy breakfast. I will see you there."

Hermione's shoulder dropped, but she nodded nevertheless and got out of the dorm. Anna couldn't help but not like the girl.

Well, to dressing up then.

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Peter woke up early to find Harry sitting on his bed. Last night he and Alphard had eaten Peter's head off and he really wanted to ignore those two. But fate was not by his side, for Harry spotted Peter almost at once.

"Good morning."

Peter gave a half-hearted smile. "Good morning."

He went on with his daily routine, taking in whatever he could of the Gryffindor dormitory. Once freshened up and dressed, Peter looked at Harry, who was looking at Alphard's bed for some reason.

"Coming for breakfast, Harry?"

Harry looked at him and Peter spotted the glint he and Alphard had whenever they were going to get into some mischief. "I will come down later."

Peter shrugged as if saying your loss, before climbing down the staircase. There were some seniors in the common room, but no Anna. The only person from his year was Hermione Granger.

Well, he ought to reach out to new people. He went on and sat down beside Hermione on the couch.

"Good Morning Hermione."

Hermione startled, almost dropping the cop of Hogwarts: A history. "Oh, good morning Peter. How are you?"

"Good. You reading it again?"

Hermione's smile grew, "Yes, I find it very fascinating. Every time there is something new, like for example, Rowena Ravenclaw planned the ever changing staircase system of Hogwarts. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"Very," Peter said, honestly happy someone liked reading other than him, "I think there are also certain stairs that you have to jump to avoid falling."

"Exactly!" Hermione looked elated. "Hogwarts is such an interesting place. I can't wait to begin to explore it completely. What classes are you looking forward to?"

"Possibly Transfiguration and History of Magic," Peter answered, "Tough Defense against the Dark Arts doesn't sound all that bad."

"I personally would love to learn transfiguration and Charms. Potions sound interesting as well, but I have never really been very good at cooking or chemistry. Though I have no doubt I will be able to learn soon enough."

"Good morning Peter."

Peter turned from his conversation to see Anna come and sit beside him. Anna looked at Hermione. "I thought you were going for breakfast."

"I was," Hermione said, her voice turning slightly reserved, "but then I decided that I should go right on time."

"Good for-"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP AND FEED YOU TO WOLVES AND THEN BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!"

Everybody turned at the sudden commotion. Not even a second later, Harry was jumping down the staircase, running around to hide. Alphard Black ran after him, throwing his shoes at him and creating havoc in the common room.

Peter sighed. "What did Harry do now?"

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A few minutes ago, Alphard had woken up to the sound of someone getting up. Living in an orphanage, he was used to the noise. But he wasn't very used to seeing Harry's face mere inches away from his.

To say the least, he had screamed very loudly and woken up Ron and Seamus. Harry had fallen down the bed, laughing his ass off as Alphard finally calmed down.

"You little..."

But Alphard noticed that Harry was still smiling. Frowning, Alphard looked at his body.

And lo! There on his arm were random lines. Screaming, Alphard ran to the bathroom, only to find his face covered with ink. He had a fake moustache, a blob on his forehead and a full beard.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP AND FEED YOU TO WOLVES AND THEN BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!"

Harry giggled and ran down the staircase, jumping and pushing people away as he fled. He was able to spot Peter and immediately ran to hide behind the other boy.

As soon as Alphard came in a clear view, Anna burst out laughing, Peter snorted, Hermione let out a horrific gasp and Harry snickered. Alphard almost pushed Peter away to kick Harry, but peter stood firm, separating the two.

"Alphie! Go wash your face! You look ridiculous!"

"Tell that to Harry!" Alphard huffed, crossing his arms.

As Harry snickered, Peter glared at him and turned back to Alphard, "Go wash your face. We need to go for breakfast."

Muttering under his breath, Alphard disappeared up the stairs, leaving behind a pair of laughing idiots. Peter looked at them once before sighing. Why, why was he friends with these idiots?

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By the time the first year Gryffindors reached Transfiguration class, everyone knew Harry Potter has painted Alphard Black's face. Alphard was grumbling all the time and already plotting his revenge, no doubt.

Anna and Peter too their seat away from the idiots as they bickered back and forth and began fighting with their quills. Hermione sat behind them, sharing with Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley sat behind Harry and Alphard.

Professor McGonagall entered her classroom and all the murmurs died down. She looked at the first years of Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs and began to explain the theory of Transfiguration. Halfway through her speech, Alphard began tickling Harry who was trying his best to concentrate. Professor McGonagall did not look like a woman he wanted to cross.

As Professor McGonagall turned her desk into a pig, everybody gasped but were disappointed when they learnt that that was advanced level transfiguration. Everybody was given a toothpick and they had to work to turn it into a needle.

Alphard and Harry waved their wand, trying hard to do their work, but it was just not easy. To everyone's surprise, Hermione Granger managed to turn her toothpick into a needle first. As she was granted five points, Anna huffed.

"What's up with you?" Peter asked, waving his wand. "You seem unhappy."

"I don't like Granger," Anna muttered.

Peter frowned. "Why?"

Anan shrugged, getting back to her work. "I just don't."

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The coming week was an interesting experience. As expected, Harry was always being pointed at. His three friends were always protective, but after two days they grew comfortable with the stares. Alphard and Ron Weasley instantly hit it off, with talks of Quidditch and magical world. Harry was always seen with the other two boys, laughing and talking.

The Weasleys were a huge family and Ron was the youngest of boys. He had a younger sister, Ginny. Ron did not look very happy while talking about his family and the Marauders couldn't understand why.

Peter was taken with Hermione while Anna loathed the other girl. It might have been a fit of jealousy streak-after all, Anna was the cleverest out of them all in primary school. Even if Peter was the bookworm, it was Anna who had the brains. Irritated with Peter's newfound love for Hermione and Harry and Alphard's friendship with Ron, Anna decided to hang out with Neville Longbottom. The boy was shy, but he was fun to be around if you could rile him up. Though a little scared, he was always ready to talk and ask questions to Anna.

The most surprising thing, except the ghost teachers and a terrible Defense teacher, was Scabbers. Ron's pet refused to stay with him, running off to Anna at every given instance.

On Friday morning, Ron gave up.

"You keep him!" He said as the rat firmly planted itself in Anna's hand. "I don't know what has come over him!"

"He likes me," Anna said, running her fingers over the rat. "Don't be a spoilsport now."

Ron huffed, crossing his arms. "I am serious. You keep him. He doesn't like me all that much and it seems as if he would rather stay with you."

Anna shook her head at Ron's antics. "He is your pet, Ron. I am not keeping him."

He did not say anything, but everybody could see his annoyance. Alphard grinned, before nudging the Weasley. "Oh cheer up. Creatures have a tendency to adopt L'il Anna. Harry and I adopted her on the first day of the primary, didn't we?"

Harry grinned as Anna poked out her tongue. "Stop irritating her. Hey Ron, what do we have today?"

"Double Potions with Slytherin," Ron groaned, "Snape is the head of Slytherin house. Always prefers them."

"I wish Professor McGonagall preferred us," Alphard said. Anna rolled her eyes, keeping Scabbers on the Gryffindor table.

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The Potions class was held in the dungeons. Hermione and Peter arrived together, taking one of the farthest seats. Anna sat with Neville and Ron paired up with Lavender Brown as Harry and Alphard sat down.

Professor Snape was taking the roll call like the Charms teacher Professor Filtwick had. But unlike him, he stopped briefly at all the Marauder's name, sneering especially at Alphard's name.

"Ah, Mr Potter. Our new-celebrity."

A few Slytherins, lead by Draco Malfoy, sniggered. Alphard shot them a dirty look before turning to Snape. His speech made everybody a bit taken aback. Alphard, for the first time in his life, did not want to cross a teacher.

"Potter!" he suddenly said, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry glanced at Ron behind him, who shrugged, before turning to see Peter and Hermione both raising their hands. Typical.

"I don't know sir," said Harry.

Snape's lip curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut-fame clearly isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"

Harry was troubled, trying to rack his brain when he heard a whisper of 'goat'.

"In a goat, sir?" said Harry, trusting the sound which sounded too much like Peter's.

"In a goat's what, Potter?" asked Snape and Hermione almost jumped off her place, her hand reaching the ceiling.

As Harry tried to rack his brain, Snape turned his attention to Hermione. Her face lit up.

"Lupin, since it seems you knew the answer why don't you tell me the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At the sudden question, when Peter was not even raising his hand, Peter began tracking his brain for the answer. They were...they were synonyms!

"They are the same thing, Professor!" Peter said excitedly. "They are the name for the plant. They are also known by one other name, that I can't remember right now."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Of course, you would know about wolfsbane. Sit down!"

Hermione sank back to her seat as Snape looked back at Harry. "For your kind information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from a goat's stomach and it will save you from many poisons. Monkshood and wolfsbane are also known as aconite. Well? Why aren't you copying this all down?"

There was noise as everybody began to reach out for their quills and parchments when Snape said, "and one point from Gryffindor for whispering the answer to Potter, Lupin."

Things turned worse as everybody paired off to work on the cure for boils. Everybody seemed to have made one mistake or the other, except Malfoy. Anna was shivering with Neville, who seemed rubbish at Potions. Whatever Harry and Alphard did, Snape was breathing down their necks, criticizing everything. Peter and Hermione's potion was near perfect, but they were reprimanded for it.

When Neville's cauldron tilted, making a hissing sound and moving towards others, everybody climbed on their stools as Snape took another from Neville for foolishness, Anna for not paying attention and three from Harry and Alphard for not paying attention to Neville.

One hour later, when the seven walked out of the Potions class, Ron looked at the sullen faces and said, "Oh don't bother! Snape takes points from everyone! Fred and George lose tons of points every time they end up in his class."

"But he hated us!" Alphard said, gesturing towards himself and Harry. "Especially Harry."

"And we haven't done anything yet!" exclaimed Anna.

"Yet?" questioned Hermione. Anna began to glare as Harry shook his head.

"I don't know," muttered Harry, "Why would he behave that way?"

"Don't bother, as Ron said," said Peter, "Look, it's a wonderful day out. Why don't we go out and have some fun?"

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