[a/n: i know that this chapter isn't the best, and parts of it may not make too much sense, but i am suffering from a SEVERE case of writers block. please bare with me]

Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall and took seats next to each other at the Griffendor table, saving a seat for Hermione. Harry was sitting in between Ron and George Weasly. It was the Weasly twins last year at Hogwarts. You would think that the teacher's would be estatic about it being the last year with the Weasly's and their pranks, but they were really terrified. Terrified about what pranks the Weasly's would do, knowing that each prank would be large enough to leave the Weasly's remembered. "So, got any good pranks planned for this year?" Harry asked George. "You have no idea," said Fred with a large grin on his face. Harry smiled and turned towards the door that the first years would be comming threw. "Oh, and Harry," George added as an afterthought. "Yeah?" "Don't eat the tressil tarts." Harry was going to ask George what he meant, but decided against it. Instead, he passed the word on to Ron, who gave him a confused look. Harry just shrugged. Luckilly for them, Hermione never liked trissil tart, so they didn't have to worry about her eating it. "Here comes the first years!" said Ron as the Great Hall doors opened, revealing a group of very nervous looking first years. Hermione walked over and joined Harry and Ron at the Griffendor table, sitting between Ron and Neville Longbottom. "Hey, Hermione!" greeted Ron with a smile. "Hi!" Hermione smiled back. "This is how the Sorting Cermony will be held," began McGonagall. "Speaking of the Sorting Cermony," said Hermione, glaring at Fred and George, "According to a terrified little boy, as soon as McGonagall puts the Sorting Hat on their head, they are to throw it off A.S.A.P or else the hat will try to eat them. Also, according to this little boy, the people who told them that were seventh years, with red hair, who looked identical. Now I wonder who could have done that." Fred and George smirked guiltly. "Sandra Adam," called out Professor McGonagall as a girl with blond hair and brown eyes stepped up to the stage and was sorted. "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. In about an hour, the sorting was over. "Hello! For returning students, welcome to another hopefully fun- filled year at Hogwarts! For first years, may this year be filled with fun and adventure. May I announce that the Forbbidon Forest is 'still' offlimits, as always. Now, this year, we have a 'new' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I would like to introduce to you all Professor Whitman." A tall, tan man stood up and waved at the students. He had very neat, dark brown hair with entrancing brown eyes. He looked very young. He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. Many of the female students instantly began to swoon over Whitman, ignoring the fact that he was their professor. Ron looked over towards Hermione, hoping that she wasn't in a trance like the other girls. He was relieved when he saw that Hermione didn't have the same dreamy expression on her face. Instead, she was starring at her professor, as if she was trying to see threw him. Ron shot a confused look at Hermione, to which she just shot a confused look back. "Well, enough stalling. Let's begin the feast!" and with Dumbledor's words, the tables filled with a very large assortment of food. Harry could hear snickers comming from George and Fred, but why they were laughing was beyond him. Ron and Harry both noticed that Hermione kept casting nervous glances at Whitman. Both Ron and Harry tried to hid their curiousity, but Ron failed. "Mione, what's up?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Hermione asked, not looking away from the staff table. "I mean why do you keep staring at Professor Whitman like you are trying to stare him down?" Ron asked as Hermione finally broke her gaze and looked at Ron. "I don't know," said Hermione truthfully, "I just feel like...like there's something about him that he's hiding." "Well, Hermione, everyone has a right to secrets," Harry said. "No, no. It's not like that. I just don't feel...comfertable around him. He sort of freaks me out...I can't explain it." "Hermione, I don't mean to question you, I trust you an everything...but why do you already dislike him? You haven't even met him yet," Harry said. "Yes, I have. Well, kind of. I ran into him while I was helping the first years get to the boats. We talked a little bit, but everytime I would try to leave he would follow me and try to start another conversation," said Hermione, glancing at Whitman again. Ron put a comferting arm around her. "Well, Mione, it'll be ok," although Ron's words were simple, they cheered Hermione up a bit. There was a sudded BOOM as the room filled with smoke. Screams were heard throughout the Great Hall. Ron still had his arm around Hermione and he could feel her tense. 'It's Whitman, I just know it,' thought Hermione. She truely didn't know why she disliked him so much, but it was a gut feeling that kept telling her that he was trouble. "Don't worry, Hermione," said Harry, "It's just one of Fred and George's pranks. They told me about it before you came in. Good thing you don't like tressil tarts, huh?" Hermione smiled and leaned over to see Fred and George, but they weren't in their seats. Instead, they were rolling on the floor, clutching their sides in laughter. Everyone who had eaten the tressil tarts were now in rainbow colored robes with hair that was stuck up in all odd angles. The Griffendor's were laughing and were near hystarics, the Ravenclaw's were laughing, the Hufflepuffs were nervously laughing, and the Slytherin's were fuming. Most of the professors were shaking with silent laughter, however, Dumbledor and Whitman were laughing out loud. Snape, however, was taking hous pints off for every person he saw laughing.

"Well, it has been a rather, er-interesting dinner. It is getting late, and I believe it is time for the prefects to lead their houses to bed. Harry Potter, if you would, I would like to speak with you," and with that, all of the houses cleared out. Ron and Hermione told Harry that they would wait up for him in the common room. "You wanted to see me, sir?" asked Harry, once he was alone with Dumbledor in the Great Hall. "Yes, please follow me up to my office. There is something I would like to discuss with you." Harry followed Dumpledor up corridors, up spiraling staircases, and finally, they made it to Dumbledor's office dor. "Trelawney is a Twit," said Dumbledor as the door flew open. Harry gave Dumbledor a shocked impression. "Harry, would you like a bit of advise? Never let Minerva McGonagall make up the password to your office when she is in a bad mood because another student is scared that they are going to die a gruesom death. As you can tell, our dear Transfiguration professor doesn't care too much fot Divination," explained Dumbledor. Harry laughed silently. "On to more serious matters. As you know, Voldemort has been getting more and more power," Harry nodded, "and as you know he has been sending out Death Eaters to kill more and more people, "Harry nodded again. What was Dumbledor getting at? "Well, Voldemort attacked a house while you were at Kings Cross Staion. Luckily, the people who lived there were not harmed, nor were they there when the house was attacked. The house was distroyed. I have invited the people who lived there to stay at Hogwarts until it is safer for them to leave. That is where you come in." He paused to let everything he had just said sink in to Harry. "I was wondering if you would be up to making sure that their stay at Hogwarts is comfertable and enjoyable," Dumbledor said, eyeing Harry. Harry was confused. "You know I wouldn't mind, but why me?" Harry's facial expression was unreadable. "Well, seeing how you, of all the students here, know them the best..." Dumbledor trailed off. "Huh?" asked Harry. "Maybe it would be eaiser if I just brought them in and let them explain things to you," and with that, the door flew open to reveal.....





[a/n: should I leave it there? nah....I will add a little more.]



"Maybe it would be eaiser if I just brought them in and let them explain things to you," and with that, the door flew open to reveal: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.