Harry sat in the Griffindor common room with Hermione early the next morning, waiting for Ron to finish getting dressed. Hermione had woken them both up early wanting to be the first one's to meet the new students. Once he apeared, the three headed down to the breakfast hall.
When they arrived they noted that they were indeed the first to arrive. All three of the new students were seated at the Griffindor table with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, (who had been cleared, and appointed as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, after Peter Pettigrew had been sighted and taken in for questioning before the Ministry, and thrown into Azkaban), and a man Harry didn't recognize.
He was resonably short for a full grown man, but rather lean. He apeared to be in his mid-twenties, but his eyes held a coldness Harry had only ever seen in Sirius, who'd spent twelve years in Azkaban.
Sirius noticed the group at the door and stood up smiling.
"Harry, come here. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron aproached the table and sat next to Sirius.
"Harry, this is William Suffolk, who's been a close friend of your father, Remus, and mine for decades. William, this is James' son, Harry."
"Ah, so you're the little bugger he's been bragging about," the man said smiling and shaking his hand.
Hermione kicked Harry under the table and gave him a pointed look.
"Ow! Oh, yeah. These are my friends Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasly."
Hermione smiled brightly and shook hands with William.
"Pleased to meet you."
Someone at the end of the table cleared their throat loudly. The group turned and saw that the dark-haired girl at the end of the table was glaring daggers at William and holding up a small bag.
"Where are they?" She asked pointedly.
William rolled his eyes.
"Pet, yeh can't smoke here and you know it. 'Sides maybe it'll break your habit."
He shook his head.
"Harry, this is Destiny," he said nodding to an asian girl who looked as if she and Cho could have been twins, "the red-head's Faye, and the chit with the attitude problem's Spire. Watch out for her, she bites."
The girl rolled her eyes, and looked toward the group.
"You guys are Griffindors right?"
Hermione nodded.
"How'd you know?"
"That teacher . . . yeh know the one who looks like he didn't listen when he was told if he kept making ugly faces, it'd get stuck that way . . . what's his name . . . Snake?"
Ron slapped his hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh, and Sirius grinned knowingly at Harry and Hermione.
The red-haired girl shook her head disaprovingly.
"Professor Snape."
Destiny rolled her eyes.
"Yeah him," Spire continued," anyway he said that a group of students who think they're above the rules would probably show up to brown-nose us, and that I'd fit right in with them."
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"What'd you do to get that remark?"
The asian girl snickered.
"She gave him finger."
Faye gave her friend a disaproving look.
"Unbelievable."
"He took my fag!"
"You shouldn't have been smoking."
"Yeah but he didn't have to snatch it out of my mouth, the wanker!"
"Spire!"
William, Destiny, Sirius, and Ron were now convulsing with laughter, Dumbledore's eye's where raised heavenward, and Harry and Hermione stared in disbelief as the argument continued.
"Well he is a wanker!"
"Don't use that word at school!"
"Wanker, wanker, wanker, WANKER!"
The clicking of heels across the hall caught Harry's attention.
"Spire, I mean it! I'll tell your mother!"
"Tell her. Snape's a wanker, you telling her doesn't change it."
Another voice made her jump.
"William, I would have thought that you'd teach your daughter better language."
William stood and spread his arms to embrace Professor McGonagall who'd joined them.
"Minerva! You look . . . old."
She gave him a brief hug and shook her head chuckling.
"Well I see you're just as immature as ever you were. Potter, Granger, Weasly, why don't you give our new arrivals a tour? Oh, and as a warning, Peeves is in the Potions hallway armed to the teeth with water balloons."
Harry, Ron and Hermione groaned, and left the breakfast hall with Spire, Destiny, and Faye in tow.
When they arrived they noted that they were indeed the first to arrive. All three of the new students were seated at the Griffindor table with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, (who had been cleared, and appointed as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, after Peter Pettigrew had been sighted and taken in for questioning before the Ministry, and thrown into Azkaban), and a man Harry didn't recognize.
He was resonably short for a full grown man, but rather lean. He apeared to be in his mid-twenties, but his eyes held a coldness Harry had only ever seen in Sirius, who'd spent twelve years in Azkaban.
Sirius noticed the group at the door and stood up smiling.
"Harry, come here. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron aproached the table and sat next to Sirius.
"Harry, this is William Suffolk, who's been a close friend of your father, Remus, and mine for decades. William, this is James' son, Harry."
"Ah, so you're the little bugger he's been bragging about," the man said smiling and shaking his hand.
Hermione kicked Harry under the table and gave him a pointed look.
"Ow! Oh, yeah. These are my friends Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasly."
Hermione smiled brightly and shook hands with William.
"Pleased to meet you."
Someone at the end of the table cleared their throat loudly. The group turned and saw that the dark-haired girl at the end of the table was glaring daggers at William and holding up a small bag.
"Where are they?" She asked pointedly.
William rolled his eyes.
"Pet, yeh can't smoke here and you know it. 'Sides maybe it'll break your habit."
He shook his head.
"Harry, this is Destiny," he said nodding to an asian girl who looked as if she and Cho could have been twins, "the red-head's Faye, and the chit with the attitude problem's Spire. Watch out for her, she bites."
The girl rolled her eyes, and looked toward the group.
"You guys are Griffindors right?"
Hermione nodded.
"How'd you know?"
"That teacher . . . yeh know the one who looks like he didn't listen when he was told if he kept making ugly faces, it'd get stuck that way . . . what's his name . . . Snake?"
Ron slapped his hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh, and Sirius grinned knowingly at Harry and Hermione.
The red-haired girl shook her head disaprovingly.
"Professor Snape."
Destiny rolled her eyes.
"Yeah him," Spire continued," anyway he said that a group of students who think they're above the rules would probably show up to brown-nose us, and that I'd fit right in with them."
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"What'd you do to get that remark?"
The asian girl snickered.
"She gave him finger."
Faye gave her friend a disaproving look.
"Unbelievable."
"He took my fag!"
"You shouldn't have been smoking."
"Yeah but he didn't have to snatch it out of my mouth, the wanker!"
"Spire!"
William, Destiny, Sirius, and Ron were now convulsing with laughter, Dumbledore's eye's where raised heavenward, and Harry and Hermione stared in disbelief as the argument continued.
"Well he is a wanker!"
"Don't use that word at school!"
"Wanker, wanker, wanker, WANKER!"
The clicking of heels across the hall caught Harry's attention.
"Spire, I mean it! I'll tell your mother!"
"Tell her. Snape's a wanker, you telling her doesn't change it."
Another voice made her jump.
"William, I would have thought that you'd teach your daughter better language."
William stood and spread his arms to embrace Professor McGonagall who'd joined them.
"Minerva! You look . . . old."
She gave him a brief hug and shook her head chuckling.
"Well I see you're just as immature as ever you were. Potter, Granger, Weasly, why don't you give our new arrivals a tour? Oh, and as a warning, Peeves is in the Potions hallway armed to the teeth with water balloons."
Harry, Ron and Hermione groaned, and left the breakfast hall with Spire, Destiny, and Faye in tow.