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*~*~*September 1, 1997
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down in the first empty carriage that they found, Harry throwing all his stuff down on the floor quickly. Midway through Hermione's reprimand, Draco Malfoy strode into the carriage. He made a face, but before he could make his usual remark, Harry was on his feet, his wand pointed in Draco's direction. "Don't even start with it, Malfoy, or I'll hex you until you're on the floor." While Malfoy was trying to think of the best way to retort, Crabbe and Goyle walked into the room. Hermione only just managed to sustain Harry until Malfoy said in his snearing voice, "Don't bother holding him, mudblood. I can take on the orphan scarhead on my own, thanks." It was then when Harry lost all control.
*~*~*September 1, 1967
Arabella and Sara were having a very satisfactory talk about the hot looks of the Maurators, while filing their nails. This was something best done without Lily present, as she would accuse them of being as bad as the blonde idiots who worshiped the ground the Mauritors walked on. However, as Lily was in a prefect meeting, the girls were allowed to converse about the Hogwarts Heartthrobs in peace. Sara was talking, in her normal bubbly chatter. "James may be hot, but we all know he sleeps around. I mean, seriously. I think that Remus is really good looking, and he's much more loyal than James or Sirius would ever be." She was midway through expressing her feelings for Remus when there was a knock on the door.
Remus was wondering down the train looking for an empty carriage. Snape had occupied their normal one, and Sirius was presently trying to lure them out of it. He came up to the last carriage in the train just in time to hear a voice say inside, "I think that Remus is really good looking, and he's much more loyal than James or Sirius would ever be." He had a quick laugh to himself, before proceeding to the next carriage. He had no time to sit and listen to people drooling over him. He had reached the end of the train, and there were no empty carriages in sight. Remus figured the best bet would be to go and see if Sirius had beaten Snape, Malfoy, and their friend Polsage out of their carriage. He was heading that way, lost in his thoughts, when he ran straight into someone.
The prefect meeting was well underway, and people were going around saying their name and house. This was just a brief meeting so that the prefects would at the very least know the names and houses of the others in the group before reaching Hogwarts. They had already been ¾ of the way around the circle, and James had known all of their names. Being as popular and smart as he was did have some benefits. He was looking around the last few people left, naming them in his head. Julia Welker, Ravenclaw; Joe Steinberg, Hufflepuff; Lily Evans, Gryffindor. Now, could he please just leave? But the answer was no. While he had been staring around, both Julia and Joe had given their introductions. 'Good!' He thought to himself. 'One more, and I can go find Sirius and the rest.' He decided to give this last person his full attention. "My name is Lily Evans, and I'm in the Gryffindor house." James laughed inwardly. He and Lily had known each other for as long as he could remember, and she was perfect prefect material. They were both very bright, and competed with each other constantly in class. He could still remember the angry look that she had given him in 1st year Potions when he managed to ace a test that she had received a 99.5% on.
Lily Evans was glad to be out of the stuffy room. She had seen James Potter deep in thought, and wondered how her friends could even think the two of them would be a good couple. It was common knowledge that he slept with a new girl at least every week, sometimes even twice or three times a week. That guy had no idea how to define the word "commitment." She had heard Arabella saying something about the carriage being in the back of the train, and was currently making her way back there. However, she was so focused on her thoughts of James the Prat that she ran straight into someone.
*~*~*September 1, 1997
Harry had finally had it. The word "orphan" had done it. 'This boy, this Malfoy, this asshole, this.' Harry couldn't think of a word bad enough. He was fed up with it all. Draco had parents. Sure, they may not be the most loving, and his father was a Deatheater, but they were still parents. One always loved their children to some degree, after all. And now Draco had the guts to call him an orphan. As if it weren't bad enough knowing it without his arch-enemy reminding him. He raised his wand, and most likely would have hexed Draco into the next century, if Ron hadn't grabbed his arm just in time. Draco didn't need to be told twice, and took off as soon as Ron grabbed Harry's arm.
"Ron," yelled Harry in fury. "Why did you stop me? I was going to kill him. Incinerate that deatheater's body." Ron looked at his friend in worry. "Harry," he said, softly, "don't let him get to you. He's not worth it. Just leave him be." Harry looked shocked, but before he could ask him anything, Ron answered what he knew Harry's question would be. "No, Harry, I have not gone crazy. I just think that getting that mad on the school train with prefects mingling about is a really bad idea, and you could really get in trouble." Harry had to admit that Ron was correct. "You're right, of course, Ron," he replied, a bit crestfallen.
Meanwhile, Draco had reached his carriage, followed closely at the heels by Crabbe and Goyle. As the two sat down to play wizard's chess, Draco thought that he would sit down had have a good laugh at how horribly the two were playing. Their games went on for ever, and both always ended up consulting Draco for the best moves. That meant that Draco ended up playing against himself.
Usually the three were left alone, because everyone knew that they wanted to be. And anyone with sense knew not to mess with an angry Draco Malfoy. But today, the door was opened by Pansy Parkinson, and her sly, and yet airheaded, friends. Draco looked up from the chess board, with slight anger. "Will you all PLEASE find somewhere else to sit?" He asked them. "Really, there is not any way that I can think if all of you are making such a racket." But Pansy and her friends refused to leave, and so Draco was left playing chess practically against himself with sly, plotting Slytherins in the same carriage.
*~*~*September 1, 1967
"Umph," Remus said, as he felt someone run into him. He was, at 6'1", at least half a foot taller than the person he had run into, and looked down on her red mane of hair, trying to find out who it was. "Lily Evans!" He realized with a jolt. "I'm so very sorry."
Lily was shocked to suddenly find herself looking into a blue shirt. She took a step back, after getting over her shock, just in time to hear Remus apologize. "No problem, Remus," she said with a smile.
The pair stood there awkwardly for about 40 seconds before either said anything. Finally, Remus said, "Well, I, uh, must be finding James. I guess I'll see you." He gave her a dashing grin, and walked off down the train corridor.
James left the prefect meeting in search of Sirius. He didn't have to go far, however, before he got a clue as to which way to go. Farthur down the corridor, he could hear Sirius' voice shouting, "You annoying git! You know as well as anyone else on this train that this is the Maurators carriage. It has been for years, and it is today. Now get out. Shoo. Go find your own cabin. This is not, and never will be, the Cabin of the Smelly Gits. Shoo." And with that, James saw a tall, dark-haired teenager emerge from the cabin, shooing three taller boys as if they were three year olds. As he saw James, he let out a shout. "Prongs! Come into The Cabin. We have a trick to plan here, as soon as Remus and Peter get here. One of us must stay here and guard The Cabin so that those gits don't come back and take it." Just as Sirius was finishing his speech, Remus came into the cabin, followed by Peter. Sirius' face broke out into a grin, as he rubbed his hands together. "And now," he said, "let the planning begin."
***Author's Note***
Once again, thanks to my first three reviewers. I'm so glad that all of you like my story. Anyone else out there who is new to this story, please post a review. I'd like to hear ANYTHING you have to say, and it'll encourage me not to give up this story. This is my first fanfic, and I'd like to make it the best I can. Hope you enjoyed, and I'll be getting another chapter up before to long. AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, it all belongs to JKR the Great. So don't sue me, please.
FANFIC HERE(
*~*~*September 1, 1997
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down in the first empty carriage that they found, Harry throwing all his stuff down on the floor quickly. Midway through Hermione's reprimand, Draco Malfoy strode into the carriage. He made a face, but before he could make his usual remark, Harry was on his feet, his wand pointed in Draco's direction. "Don't even start with it, Malfoy, or I'll hex you until you're on the floor." While Malfoy was trying to think of the best way to retort, Crabbe and Goyle walked into the room. Hermione only just managed to sustain Harry until Malfoy said in his snearing voice, "Don't bother holding him, mudblood. I can take on the orphan scarhead on my own, thanks." It was then when Harry lost all control.
*~*~*September 1, 1967
Arabella and Sara were having a very satisfactory talk about the hot looks of the Maurators, while filing their nails. This was something best done without Lily present, as she would accuse them of being as bad as the blonde idiots who worshiped the ground the Mauritors walked on. However, as Lily was in a prefect meeting, the girls were allowed to converse about the Hogwarts Heartthrobs in peace. Sara was talking, in her normal bubbly chatter. "James may be hot, but we all know he sleeps around. I mean, seriously. I think that Remus is really good looking, and he's much more loyal than James or Sirius would ever be." She was midway through expressing her feelings for Remus when there was a knock on the door.
Remus was wondering down the train looking for an empty carriage. Snape had occupied their normal one, and Sirius was presently trying to lure them out of it. He came up to the last carriage in the train just in time to hear a voice say inside, "I think that Remus is really good looking, and he's much more loyal than James or Sirius would ever be." He had a quick laugh to himself, before proceeding to the next carriage. He had no time to sit and listen to people drooling over him. He had reached the end of the train, and there were no empty carriages in sight. Remus figured the best bet would be to go and see if Sirius had beaten Snape, Malfoy, and their friend Polsage out of their carriage. He was heading that way, lost in his thoughts, when he ran straight into someone.
The prefect meeting was well underway, and people were going around saying their name and house. This was just a brief meeting so that the prefects would at the very least know the names and houses of the others in the group before reaching Hogwarts. They had already been ¾ of the way around the circle, and James had known all of their names. Being as popular and smart as he was did have some benefits. He was looking around the last few people left, naming them in his head. Julia Welker, Ravenclaw; Joe Steinberg, Hufflepuff; Lily Evans, Gryffindor. Now, could he please just leave? But the answer was no. While he had been staring around, both Julia and Joe had given their introductions. 'Good!' He thought to himself. 'One more, and I can go find Sirius and the rest.' He decided to give this last person his full attention. "My name is Lily Evans, and I'm in the Gryffindor house." James laughed inwardly. He and Lily had known each other for as long as he could remember, and she was perfect prefect material. They were both very bright, and competed with each other constantly in class. He could still remember the angry look that she had given him in 1st year Potions when he managed to ace a test that she had received a 99.5% on.
Lily Evans was glad to be out of the stuffy room. She had seen James Potter deep in thought, and wondered how her friends could even think the two of them would be a good couple. It was common knowledge that he slept with a new girl at least every week, sometimes even twice or three times a week. That guy had no idea how to define the word "commitment." She had heard Arabella saying something about the carriage being in the back of the train, and was currently making her way back there. However, she was so focused on her thoughts of James the Prat that she ran straight into someone.
*~*~*September 1, 1997
Harry had finally had it. The word "orphan" had done it. 'This boy, this Malfoy, this asshole, this.' Harry couldn't think of a word bad enough. He was fed up with it all. Draco had parents. Sure, they may not be the most loving, and his father was a Deatheater, but they were still parents. One always loved their children to some degree, after all. And now Draco had the guts to call him an orphan. As if it weren't bad enough knowing it without his arch-enemy reminding him. He raised his wand, and most likely would have hexed Draco into the next century, if Ron hadn't grabbed his arm just in time. Draco didn't need to be told twice, and took off as soon as Ron grabbed Harry's arm.
"Ron," yelled Harry in fury. "Why did you stop me? I was going to kill him. Incinerate that deatheater's body." Ron looked at his friend in worry. "Harry," he said, softly, "don't let him get to you. He's not worth it. Just leave him be." Harry looked shocked, but before he could ask him anything, Ron answered what he knew Harry's question would be. "No, Harry, I have not gone crazy. I just think that getting that mad on the school train with prefects mingling about is a really bad idea, and you could really get in trouble." Harry had to admit that Ron was correct. "You're right, of course, Ron," he replied, a bit crestfallen.
Meanwhile, Draco had reached his carriage, followed closely at the heels by Crabbe and Goyle. As the two sat down to play wizard's chess, Draco thought that he would sit down had have a good laugh at how horribly the two were playing. Their games went on for ever, and both always ended up consulting Draco for the best moves. That meant that Draco ended up playing against himself.
Usually the three were left alone, because everyone knew that they wanted to be. And anyone with sense knew not to mess with an angry Draco Malfoy. But today, the door was opened by Pansy Parkinson, and her sly, and yet airheaded, friends. Draco looked up from the chess board, with slight anger. "Will you all PLEASE find somewhere else to sit?" He asked them. "Really, there is not any way that I can think if all of you are making such a racket." But Pansy and her friends refused to leave, and so Draco was left playing chess practically against himself with sly, plotting Slytherins in the same carriage.
*~*~*September 1, 1967
"Umph," Remus said, as he felt someone run into him. He was, at 6'1", at least half a foot taller than the person he had run into, and looked down on her red mane of hair, trying to find out who it was. "Lily Evans!" He realized with a jolt. "I'm so very sorry."
Lily was shocked to suddenly find herself looking into a blue shirt. She took a step back, after getting over her shock, just in time to hear Remus apologize. "No problem, Remus," she said with a smile.
The pair stood there awkwardly for about 40 seconds before either said anything. Finally, Remus said, "Well, I, uh, must be finding James. I guess I'll see you." He gave her a dashing grin, and walked off down the train corridor.
James left the prefect meeting in search of Sirius. He didn't have to go far, however, before he got a clue as to which way to go. Farthur down the corridor, he could hear Sirius' voice shouting, "You annoying git! You know as well as anyone else on this train that this is the Maurators carriage. It has been for years, and it is today. Now get out. Shoo. Go find your own cabin. This is not, and never will be, the Cabin of the Smelly Gits. Shoo." And with that, James saw a tall, dark-haired teenager emerge from the cabin, shooing three taller boys as if they were three year olds. As he saw James, he let out a shout. "Prongs! Come into The Cabin. We have a trick to plan here, as soon as Remus and Peter get here. One of us must stay here and guard The Cabin so that those gits don't come back and take it." Just as Sirius was finishing his speech, Remus came into the cabin, followed by Peter. Sirius' face broke out into a grin, as he rubbed his hands together. "And now," he said, "let the planning begin."
***Author's Note***
Once again, thanks to my first three reviewers. I'm so glad that all of you like my story. Anyone else out there who is new to this story, please post a review. I'd like to hear ANYTHING you have to say, and it'll encourage me not to give up this story. This is my first fanfic, and I'd like to make it the best I can. Hope you enjoyed, and I'll be getting another chapter up before to long. AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!
