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To wish on a falling star
Chapter 6- Did you hear about that new fifth year, Harry Potter?
There was a big bang and a yelp from the fifth year boy's dormitory. This commotion woke up Bryan, who crawled to the bottom of his four poster bed and peered down. Harry was sprawled at the bottom, one shoe on and one off, groaning in pain and rubbing his head.
"Wha' ya doin' down there?" He asked with a laugh and offered a helping hand. Harry pulled himself up and continued to groan.
"Never rush around trying to put two shoes on at once!" Bryan laughed again, moving to jump on Tom's bed. The Scottish boy sat up quickly, muttering something about a win for Puddlemere united. Shaking his head, Harry sat on his own bed, rubbing his forehead.
He didn't really want to admit it, but he was dead nervous. It was the first day of classes and Harry had no idea what to expect. It had been scary the first time, but then he had Ron. Ron, his best friend who was at his side throughout everything… but not now. 'Come on, pull yourself together!' he chided. He had faced Voldemort countless time and he was scared of a few classes. He knew the stuff and he knew he knew it, but what if it was all different?
Harry felt slightly guilty as he remembered Ginny. This must be a lot harder on her. Somehow she had been pulled into this, pulled away from her family, and pushed a year ahead in her studies, being expected to do work she hadn't even covered yet! And with all this, she didn't even have the prospect of spending more time with her parents to look forward too. He would just have to take care of her, 'Although Sirius seemed to be doing a very good job!' he thought to himself with a smile. She seemed quite uncomfortable with the attention; maybe it was because she realised that it was coming from a man old enough to be her father, who was bound for 12 years in Azkaban!
Harry would take care of Ginny, with some help from Jennifer and his mother, who seemed to have taken to the redhead nearly as fast as Sirius.
Several minutes later, still rubbing his forehead, Harry followed Tom and Bryan down to the common room. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, he was quick to spot the big group, who were sprawled across several of the armchairs and the sofa. Harry made his way over to where Sirius was turning a sleeping Peter's hair hot pink, attracting the attention of a certain girl. Ginny looked up, her smile beginning to fade to be replaced with a look of concern.
"Harry are you all right?" She frowned as he continued to hold his head. "Your scars not hurting is it? If it is you better see Dumbledore! You know what it means! Did you need to go to the Hospital wing? Oh Merlin, you'd better go to Dumbledore now!" She was ranting in a panic, receiving some very bemused smiles.
"It's all right, Gin." Harry gave her a genuine smile over her concern, and she relaxed slightly. "I just tripped over and kinda hit my head, but I'm fine, really!" He reassured her. Seeming relieved, Ginny flopped back in her chair slightly embarrassed at her outburst. This got Harry thinking about his scar. Was his scar connected to the Voldemort of this time? In his first year Hagrid had told him Voldemort was gathering support about twenty years ago, so there must be a pretty powerful Voldemort in this time. But so far, he hadn't even had a twinge, well unless you count the killer headache- none Voldemort related of course.
"What's the deal with this scar then?" Sirius leant forward to get a good look, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. "Blimey! It's shaped just like a lightening bolt!"
Harry was feeling relatively uncomfortable with all this attention towards his scar. After all he couldn't just say; 'Have a good look at the scar from the Adava kerdavra cast by Voldemort. But it's all right, my parents died instead of me!' Sure that would go over well. Deciding to stick as close to the truth as he dared, Harry shrugged.
"I've just had it since I was little. It hurts sometimes, but no big deal really." The others seemed to except this explanation, or at least the fact that he didn't want to talk about it. However, one pair of brown eyes shone with worry, one pair of green eyes with suspicion.
Breakfast was pretty much the same for Ginny, well apart from the fact that people were actually paying attention to her. It was a strange concept really, travel back in time where your brothers aren't famous and finally get noticed. Ginny wasn't really sure whether to be glad or not. Hadn't she always wanted to be noticed? Known for something other than little sister of Fred and George (pranksters' extrordinaire) or little sister of Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's sidekick. Well, now it seems that everyone knew her name, all thanks to one future convict, Mr Sirius Black. On their way down the corridor, Sirius had thought it necessary to introduce her to everyone they passed. Well, actually he had made a sign float above hers and Harry's heads, proudly proclaiming
'Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley! Gryffindor's and proud! Anyone want the job of showing us around (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)? Slytherin's need not apply!'
Lily had glared at Sirius and told him to take it down. When that hadn't worked, Jennifer had 'persuaded' him to. Unfortunately, he spent the rest of the journey to the Great Hall complaining about how girls shouldn't be able to hit that hard.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table, watching a particularly interesting fight between Sirius and Jennifer. Apparently, Sirius wanted her to get down on her knees and apologise for assaulting him. Ginny was fairly sure that most of the things she was telling him to do were physically impossible. However, her mind began to wander as the owl post came in. She was nervous, definitely nervous. What if she didn't know enough for the work? What if she failed? What if she was exposed as a fraud and forced down a year? Not only would she be alone, but how humiliating!
"Ginny. Hello, earth to Ginny!" Ginny snapped awake to find Harry waving a hand in front of her face. With a small, nervous smile, Ginny collected her things. Saying goodbye to the others, she followed Harry out of the Great Hall.
Many curious glances greeted Harry and Ginny as they followed the other Gryffindors into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. They took two empty seats near to the front, with Catherine and Mary just in front of them, (Tom and Bryan had opted for seats in the back, where Tom could doodle Quidditch plays and Bryan could check out all the girls with complete ease). Harry noticed that Ginny was gripping the desk, muttering the name of every spell she could possibly remember. Leaning forward, he gently whispered in her ear, completely oblivious to Ginny's shiver.
"It's OK. I'm sure you'll do fine. If you get stuck, remember, I'm here to help." This made Ginny loosen her grip. After all, who knew more about DADA than the 'boy-who-lived'?
Just then a smiling wizard entered the classroom, he strongly reminded Harry of Gilderoy Lockhart. However, he seemed to have avoided his dress sense, Harry thought with relief.
"Oh, I see we have two new students!" He crowed as he sat down on the edge of his desk. "All the way from Beauxbatons I hear! Well, Mr Potter and Miss Weasley, my name is Professor Bigglehart and welcome to my classroom. OK, last lesson we were discussing the spells to ward off dark creatures. Ward them off, mind you, not hurt them. Can anyone tell me any?" Before he even finished, Catherine raised her hand, reminding Harry very much of Hermione.
"Ah yes, Miss Turner?"
"The Patronus is a ward against Dementors, sir."
"Well done, quite correct! Five points to Gryffindor! We were indeed discussing the Patronus!" This made Harry felt quite relieved, now this was something he knew about.
"Now, this is a very complicated spell, many fully fledged wizards are unable to cast anything of great power." Professor Bigglehart continued, as the scratching of quills could be heard from Catherine's desk. Obviously taking notes she already had, very Hermione-ish.
"Has anyone ever seen one performed?" Nobody raised their hands, until Harry and Ginny both hesitantly did. The Professor looked surprised but smiled as he asked whom.
"Uh, Professor L-, a Professor at my old school."
"How about you Miss Weasley?"
"Well, the Professor also, but Harry Potter, sir." The whole class was astounded but the Professor looked slightly sceptical. Harry turned slightly red.
"Are you sure? It is an incredibly difficult charm." Ginny didn't like the way he spoke to her like she was stupid.
"Yes!" She stated defiantly, "A dementor, or so we thought, came to our Quidditch pitch once and Harry did it from his broom!" Harry couldn't have gone anymore red.
"Well, Mr Potter. Would you care to give us a demonstration?" Harry watched the teacher's scepticism and Ginny's determination and found himself nodding. Stepping up in front of the class, he aimed his wand towards the back of the classroom and began to search for his happy thought.
'Think getting excepted to Hogwarts…Quidditch…I've finally met my parents.' That seemed to do it as he closed his eyes and said 'Expecto Patronum'. A burst of silver light blasted from the end of the wand, causing the whole classroom to shriek.
The light merged into a form, the stag and galloped around the classroom, stopping in front of Harry then returning to his wand. The class was stunned, however the shriek had brought a nearby Professor McGonagall to investigate.
"What is going on?" She eyed the stunned class (well apart from a smiling Ginny) and teacher, then Harry standing at the front of the classroom.
"I don't believe it! It-it was…" The Professor stuttered. "Mr Potter here has just conjured up the best patronus I have ever seen!" McGonagall's stern look turned to pride.
"Well done, Mr Potter, 20 points to Gryffindor."
As Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Remus, he was aware of the looks and whispers directed his way.
"What have you done? Everyone is talking about you?" Jennifer informed him from her seat in between Sirius and Peter. Before he could answer, a conversation down the table caught all of there attention.
"Did you hear about that new fifth year, Harry Potter?" James' ears pricked up.
"No, what'd he do?"
"Well, in DADA Professor Bigglehart asked if anyone had ever seen a patronus and that new girl says yeah, Harry did it. He didn't believe her so he got Harry to show him. Apparently there was this huge explosion of light and this Patronus in the shape of a stag galloped around the room and then runs back into his wand! McGonagall came in and gave him 20 points. I reckon Bigglehart is jealous 'cause he can't even do it. I heard it was even better than Remus Lupin's!" Harry reddened slightly as several pairs of eyes stared in amazement at him. Fidgeting in her chair Ginny tried desperately to think of some way in which she could break the awkward silence and save poor Harry from the embarrassment, but she drew a blank.
After a few seconds, a still slightly stunned, James took the attention away from Harry by turning Sirius bright orange. While a ranting Sirius kept the whole hall distracted with laughter James gave Harry a small smile, which Harry returned gratefully.
When all the commotion had died down and Sirius had been returned to his natural colour, Lily leant over to Harry.
"Harry, where did you learn to conjure up a patronus? I'm really impressed!" Harry tried to sound nonchalant.
"My old DADA teacher. He was really great!" Harry snuck a quick glance at Remus but no one noticed.
"So Ginny, how was your first morning?" Jennifer asked as the others all tucked into their lunch.
"Um OK I guess." Ginny shrugged but the conversation ended there as their attention was suddenly drawn to Harry and James who sat side by side. They seemed to be moving in sync, they held a chicken leg in their left hands, took a bite, then picked up their goblet with their right hand. After a long swig they placed their goblets down, took another bite of the chicken leg, placed it on their plate and wiped their mouth with their sleeve.
"Woah!" Sirius was nearly stunned into silence, nearly being the appropriate word.
"What?" Harry and James both asked and then looked at each other.
"Merlin! It's James Potter and James Potter Jr, either that or twins!" Sirius screeched, receiving several inquisitive looks. Ginny, who had lived with six brothers, knew how to stop him making a scene.
"Oh my God Sirius, I think you're starting to grow a bold patch!" Ginny squinted and concentrated on Sirius' head. Sirius let out a small squeal and started to feel his head before Jennifer grabbed him by the ears and pulled him over so she could get a better look.
"You know, I think Gin is right! Black you're going bold!" She chuckled and the others burst into to laughter, Sirius still feeling around his head.
"Relax Padfoot. They're havin you on." Remus only informed his friend of this as he didn't think his eyes could get any wider.
"Just must have been the light." Ginny stated calmly and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. With Sirius distracted Lily turned to talk to Harry.
"Do you miss, your old school? Your friends?" Lily smiled thoughtfully. This question took Harry by surprise, he hadn't really thought about it before and he sat contemplating his answer.
"Yeah, I suppose I do, especially my best friends Ron and Hermione. The school's pretty similar though." Harry then went back to his lunch, Lily watched him for a few seconds.
"But at least you weren't alone, I mean you have Ginny and-" For some reason what Lily had said seemed to take Harry by surprise and he knocked his pumpkin juice everywhere.
"S-sorry." Harry spluttered an apology before grabbing his napkin and struggled to clear the juice up.
"It's OK, here let me help." Lily began to mop up the mess. "We'll have to get those robes clean, I just hope it doesn't stain." Lily then began to mop up Harry's robes.
"God Lil, leave him alone, the boy can clean himself up. Who do you think you are his mother?" Sirius joked, the others laughed except for Harry, James, Ginny and surprisingly Lily.
"I swear, that is the last time I ever listen to you Padfoot!" Remus' usual cheery smile was replaced with a scowl. Sirius just grinned innocently and shrugged with a 'hey, how was I to know?' gesture. Jennifer decided not to resist the urge to smack him over the head.
"OW! God, you Moody's are all the same, a danger to society and completely nuts!" Sirius complained rubbing his head. It seemed as though he was checking for a bold patch while he was at it; this made Peter, Remus and James snicker.
"Look, we'd better hurry up!" Lily hissed at the group straggling behind her. "I'm head girl, I cannot afford to get caught by Filch treading mud up the corridors!" Any comment Sirius looked like he was going to offer was not uttered, as Lily fixed him with her gaze.
"And you! Don't you ever make us go and search the entire length of the Quidditch pitch for your wand, when it's in your pocket! I can't believe Dumbledore just put that anti-spell ward up! We were searching for an hour!" Sirius looked slightly sheepish, as Lily shook her head. Today had not been such a good day and the others could tell she had something on her mind. She had insisted nothing was wrong, so they left it until she wanted to talk. The thing is, something had been bothering her and she just couldn't put her finger on it. This weird feeling had come over her recently, a protectiveness that was slightly scary. Especially when Harry was around, which in fact was quite bizarre. But, he seemed so innocent and vunerable. He was so like James, the way he acted, the way he smiled, the way he looked- well, except his emerald green eyes. Emerald green eyes! Lily's mind began to rush. James' unexpected cousin, the likeness, the stag, the eyes! Realisation dawned on the head girl's face as they reached the portrait hole.
"Holy crap!"
"That's not the password, dear!" The fat lady looked slightly put out at Lily's reaction. Someone mumbled the password, but Lily couldn't tell who it was. Her mind was completely spinning.
"Are you all right, Lil?" James put a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly a pair of burning emerald eyes met his.
"I need a word with you Potter! Now!"
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Disclaimer: If you recognize it, we don't own it. Unfortunately! If I wish on a falling star could I get Lupin? No! You sure? OK, how about Sirius? Ron? Damn!
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
Thanks to our wonderful reviewers (WE LOVE U GUYS), keep up the good work! Our review addiction is being fed but keep them coming, we need more and are so hungry for reviews. Thanks so much for giving this chapter a social life and inviting it to your computer, be proud of yourselves! So, here we are at chapter 6 so you don't want to hear our ramblings therefore on with the fic!
To wish on a falling star
Chapter 6- Did you hear about that new fifth year, Harry Potter?
There was a big bang and a yelp from the fifth year boy's dormitory. This commotion woke up Bryan, who crawled to the bottom of his four poster bed and peered down. Harry was sprawled at the bottom, one shoe on and one off, groaning in pain and rubbing his head.
"Wha' ya doin' down there?" He asked with a laugh and offered a helping hand. Harry pulled himself up and continued to groan.
"Never rush around trying to put two shoes on at once!" Bryan laughed again, moving to jump on Tom's bed. The Scottish boy sat up quickly, muttering something about a win for Puddlemere united. Shaking his head, Harry sat on his own bed, rubbing his forehead.
He didn't really want to admit it, but he was dead nervous. It was the first day of classes and Harry had no idea what to expect. It had been scary the first time, but then he had Ron. Ron, his best friend who was at his side throughout everything… but not now. 'Come on, pull yourself together!' he chided. He had faced Voldemort countless time and he was scared of a few classes. He knew the stuff and he knew he knew it, but what if it was all different?
Harry felt slightly guilty as he remembered Ginny. This must be a lot harder on her. Somehow she had been pulled into this, pulled away from her family, and pushed a year ahead in her studies, being expected to do work she hadn't even covered yet! And with all this, she didn't even have the prospect of spending more time with her parents to look forward too. He would just have to take care of her, 'Although Sirius seemed to be doing a very good job!' he thought to himself with a smile. She seemed quite uncomfortable with the attention; maybe it was because she realised that it was coming from a man old enough to be her father, who was bound for 12 years in Azkaban!
Harry would take care of Ginny, with some help from Jennifer and his mother, who seemed to have taken to the redhead nearly as fast as Sirius.
Several minutes later, still rubbing his forehead, Harry followed Tom and Bryan down to the common room. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, he was quick to spot the big group, who were sprawled across several of the armchairs and the sofa. Harry made his way over to where Sirius was turning a sleeping Peter's hair hot pink, attracting the attention of a certain girl. Ginny looked up, her smile beginning to fade to be replaced with a look of concern.
"Harry are you all right?" She frowned as he continued to hold his head. "Your scars not hurting is it? If it is you better see Dumbledore! You know what it means! Did you need to go to the Hospital wing? Oh Merlin, you'd better go to Dumbledore now!" She was ranting in a panic, receiving some very bemused smiles.
"It's all right, Gin." Harry gave her a genuine smile over her concern, and she relaxed slightly. "I just tripped over and kinda hit my head, but I'm fine, really!" He reassured her. Seeming relieved, Ginny flopped back in her chair slightly embarrassed at her outburst. This got Harry thinking about his scar. Was his scar connected to the Voldemort of this time? In his first year Hagrid had told him Voldemort was gathering support about twenty years ago, so there must be a pretty powerful Voldemort in this time. But so far, he hadn't even had a twinge, well unless you count the killer headache- none Voldemort related of course.
"What's the deal with this scar then?" Sirius leant forward to get a good look, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. "Blimey! It's shaped just like a lightening bolt!"
Harry was feeling relatively uncomfortable with all this attention towards his scar. After all he couldn't just say; 'Have a good look at the scar from the Adava kerdavra cast by Voldemort. But it's all right, my parents died instead of me!' Sure that would go over well. Deciding to stick as close to the truth as he dared, Harry shrugged.
"I've just had it since I was little. It hurts sometimes, but no big deal really." The others seemed to except this explanation, or at least the fact that he didn't want to talk about it. However, one pair of brown eyes shone with worry, one pair of green eyes with suspicion.
Breakfast was pretty much the same for Ginny, well apart from the fact that people were actually paying attention to her. It was a strange concept really, travel back in time where your brothers aren't famous and finally get noticed. Ginny wasn't really sure whether to be glad or not. Hadn't she always wanted to be noticed? Known for something other than little sister of Fred and George (pranksters' extrordinaire) or little sister of Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's sidekick. Well, now it seems that everyone knew her name, all thanks to one future convict, Mr Sirius Black. On their way down the corridor, Sirius had thought it necessary to introduce her to everyone they passed. Well, actually he had made a sign float above hers and Harry's heads, proudly proclaiming
'Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley! Gryffindor's and proud! Anyone want the job of showing us around (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)? Slytherin's need not apply!'
Lily had glared at Sirius and told him to take it down. When that hadn't worked, Jennifer had 'persuaded' him to. Unfortunately, he spent the rest of the journey to the Great Hall complaining about how girls shouldn't be able to hit that hard.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table, watching a particularly interesting fight between Sirius and Jennifer. Apparently, Sirius wanted her to get down on her knees and apologise for assaulting him. Ginny was fairly sure that most of the things she was telling him to do were physically impossible. However, her mind began to wander as the owl post came in. She was nervous, definitely nervous. What if she didn't know enough for the work? What if she failed? What if she was exposed as a fraud and forced down a year? Not only would she be alone, but how humiliating!
"Ginny. Hello, earth to Ginny!" Ginny snapped awake to find Harry waving a hand in front of her face. With a small, nervous smile, Ginny collected her things. Saying goodbye to the others, she followed Harry out of the Great Hall.
Many curious glances greeted Harry and Ginny as they followed the other Gryffindors into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. They took two empty seats near to the front, with Catherine and Mary just in front of them, (Tom and Bryan had opted for seats in the back, where Tom could doodle Quidditch plays and Bryan could check out all the girls with complete ease). Harry noticed that Ginny was gripping the desk, muttering the name of every spell she could possibly remember. Leaning forward, he gently whispered in her ear, completely oblivious to Ginny's shiver.
"It's OK. I'm sure you'll do fine. If you get stuck, remember, I'm here to help." This made Ginny loosen her grip. After all, who knew more about DADA than the 'boy-who-lived'?
Just then a smiling wizard entered the classroom, he strongly reminded Harry of Gilderoy Lockhart. However, he seemed to have avoided his dress sense, Harry thought with relief.
"Oh, I see we have two new students!" He crowed as he sat down on the edge of his desk. "All the way from Beauxbatons I hear! Well, Mr Potter and Miss Weasley, my name is Professor Bigglehart and welcome to my classroom. OK, last lesson we were discussing the spells to ward off dark creatures. Ward them off, mind you, not hurt them. Can anyone tell me any?" Before he even finished, Catherine raised her hand, reminding Harry very much of Hermione.
"Ah yes, Miss Turner?"
"The Patronus is a ward against Dementors, sir."
"Well done, quite correct! Five points to Gryffindor! We were indeed discussing the Patronus!" This made Harry felt quite relieved, now this was something he knew about.
"Now, this is a very complicated spell, many fully fledged wizards are unable to cast anything of great power." Professor Bigglehart continued, as the scratching of quills could be heard from Catherine's desk. Obviously taking notes she already had, very Hermione-ish.
"Has anyone ever seen one performed?" Nobody raised their hands, until Harry and Ginny both hesitantly did. The Professor looked surprised but smiled as he asked whom.
"Uh, Professor L-, a Professor at my old school."
"How about you Miss Weasley?"
"Well, the Professor also, but Harry Potter, sir." The whole class was astounded but the Professor looked slightly sceptical. Harry turned slightly red.
"Are you sure? It is an incredibly difficult charm." Ginny didn't like the way he spoke to her like she was stupid.
"Yes!" She stated defiantly, "A dementor, or so we thought, came to our Quidditch pitch once and Harry did it from his broom!" Harry couldn't have gone anymore red.
"Well, Mr Potter. Would you care to give us a demonstration?" Harry watched the teacher's scepticism and Ginny's determination and found himself nodding. Stepping up in front of the class, he aimed his wand towards the back of the classroom and began to search for his happy thought.
'Think getting excepted to Hogwarts…Quidditch…I've finally met my parents.' That seemed to do it as he closed his eyes and said 'Expecto Patronum'. A burst of silver light blasted from the end of the wand, causing the whole classroom to shriek.
The light merged into a form, the stag and galloped around the classroom, stopping in front of Harry then returning to his wand. The class was stunned, however the shriek had brought a nearby Professor McGonagall to investigate.
"What is going on?" She eyed the stunned class (well apart from a smiling Ginny) and teacher, then Harry standing at the front of the classroom.
"I don't believe it! It-it was…" The Professor stuttered. "Mr Potter here has just conjured up the best patronus I have ever seen!" McGonagall's stern look turned to pride.
"Well done, Mr Potter, 20 points to Gryffindor."
As Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Remus, he was aware of the looks and whispers directed his way.
"What have you done? Everyone is talking about you?" Jennifer informed him from her seat in between Sirius and Peter. Before he could answer, a conversation down the table caught all of there attention.
"Did you hear about that new fifth year, Harry Potter?" James' ears pricked up.
"No, what'd he do?"
"Well, in DADA Professor Bigglehart asked if anyone had ever seen a patronus and that new girl says yeah, Harry did it. He didn't believe her so he got Harry to show him. Apparently there was this huge explosion of light and this Patronus in the shape of a stag galloped around the room and then runs back into his wand! McGonagall came in and gave him 20 points. I reckon Bigglehart is jealous 'cause he can't even do it. I heard it was even better than Remus Lupin's!" Harry reddened slightly as several pairs of eyes stared in amazement at him. Fidgeting in her chair Ginny tried desperately to think of some way in which she could break the awkward silence and save poor Harry from the embarrassment, but she drew a blank.
After a few seconds, a still slightly stunned, James took the attention away from Harry by turning Sirius bright orange. While a ranting Sirius kept the whole hall distracted with laughter James gave Harry a small smile, which Harry returned gratefully.
When all the commotion had died down and Sirius had been returned to his natural colour, Lily leant over to Harry.
"Harry, where did you learn to conjure up a patronus? I'm really impressed!" Harry tried to sound nonchalant.
"My old DADA teacher. He was really great!" Harry snuck a quick glance at Remus but no one noticed.
"So Ginny, how was your first morning?" Jennifer asked as the others all tucked into their lunch.
"Um OK I guess." Ginny shrugged but the conversation ended there as their attention was suddenly drawn to Harry and James who sat side by side. They seemed to be moving in sync, they held a chicken leg in their left hands, took a bite, then picked up their goblet with their right hand. After a long swig they placed their goblets down, took another bite of the chicken leg, placed it on their plate and wiped their mouth with their sleeve.
"Woah!" Sirius was nearly stunned into silence, nearly being the appropriate word.
"What?" Harry and James both asked and then looked at each other.
"Merlin! It's James Potter and James Potter Jr, either that or twins!" Sirius screeched, receiving several inquisitive looks. Ginny, who had lived with six brothers, knew how to stop him making a scene.
"Oh my God Sirius, I think you're starting to grow a bold patch!" Ginny squinted and concentrated on Sirius' head. Sirius let out a small squeal and started to feel his head before Jennifer grabbed him by the ears and pulled him over so she could get a better look.
"You know, I think Gin is right! Black you're going bold!" She chuckled and the others burst into to laughter, Sirius still feeling around his head.
"Relax Padfoot. They're havin you on." Remus only informed his friend of this as he didn't think his eyes could get any wider.
"Just must have been the light." Ginny stated calmly and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. With Sirius distracted Lily turned to talk to Harry.
"Do you miss, your old school? Your friends?" Lily smiled thoughtfully. This question took Harry by surprise, he hadn't really thought about it before and he sat contemplating his answer.
"Yeah, I suppose I do, especially my best friends Ron and Hermione. The school's pretty similar though." Harry then went back to his lunch, Lily watched him for a few seconds.
"But at least you weren't alone, I mean you have Ginny and-" For some reason what Lily had said seemed to take Harry by surprise and he knocked his pumpkin juice everywhere.
"S-sorry." Harry spluttered an apology before grabbing his napkin and struggled to clear the juice up.
"It's OK, here let me help." Lily began to mop up the mess. "We'll have to get those robes clean, I just hope it doesn't stain." Lily then began to mop up Harry's robes.
"God Lil, leave him alone, the boy can clean himself up. Who do you think you are his mother?" Sirius joked, the others laughed except for Harry, James, Ginny and surprisingly Lily.
"I swear, that is the last time I ever listen to you Padfoot!" Remus' usual cheery smile was replaced with a scowl. Sirius just grinned innocently and shrugged with a 'hey, how was I to know?' gesture. Jennifer decided not to resist the urge to smack him over the head.
"OW! God, you Moody's are all the same, a danger to society and completely nuts!" Sirius complained rubbing his head. It seemed as though he was checking for a bold patch while he was at it; this made Peter, Remus and James snicker.
"Look, we'd better hurry up!" Lily hissed at the group straggling behind her. "I'm head girl, I cannot afford to get caught by Filch treading mud up the corridors!" Any comment Sirius looked like he was going to offer was not uttered, as Lily fixed him with her gaze.
"And you! Don't you ever make us go and search the entire length of the Quidditch pitch for your wand, when it's in your pocket! I can't believe Dumbledore just put that anti-spell ward up! We were searching for an hour!" Sirius looked slightly sheepish, as Lily shook her head. Today had not been such a good day and the others could tell she had something on her mind. She had insisted nothing was wrong, so they left it until she wanted to talk. The thing is, something had been bothering her and she just couldn't put her finger on it. This weird feeling had come over her recently, a protectiveness that was slightly scary. Especially when Harry was around, which in fact was quite bizarre. But, he seemed so innocent and vunerable. He was so like James, the way he acted, the way he smiled, the way he looked- well, except his emerald green eyes. Emerald green eyes! Lily's mind began to rush. James' unexpected cousin, the likeness, the stag, the eyes! Realisation dawned on the head girl's face as they reached the portrait hole.
"Holy crap!"
"That's not the password, dear!" The fat lady looked slightly put out at Lily's reaction. Someone mumbled the password, but Lily couldn't tell who it was. Her mind was completely spinning.
"Are you all right, Lil?" James put a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly a pair of burning emerald eyes met his.
"I need a word with you Potter! Now!"
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