A/N: Okay okay People, here it is! I'm sorry for the delay and you are
welcome to attack me with a pack of rabid dogs for making you wait. O.o*
But FINALLY...without further to do (well actually with a LOT more to do):
Prongs
Chapter II: James Times Two
James couldn't believe his eyes. The boy that stood to left of his friends looked at him, almost gasping out in the same surprise and quickly looked down at his feet, nervous.
He could see out of the corner of his eye that Sirius, looking just as confused as Crabbe did on a Potion's exam, was looking between the two. Lupin seemed to be studying the new comer with interest and Peter only looked on startled slightly.
The boy had messy short hair, just like he did...only it was snow white. His eyes were a different color...a beautiful and glowing emerald, almost startling. He wore glass...black framed glasses, thin...just like his. He was maybe an inch shorter then he was but just as lean with the right amount of muscles. The boy could be his identical twin.
"Well damn," he mumbled as Albus moved to the side a little so as they could get a better view or the new guest.
The middle person was a girl, pretty with auburn hair and eyes to match, her hair short, only barley reaching her shoulders overly wavy. She smiled at all of them brightly as her eyes fixed the rooms, her hands placed behind her back.
And the last of the trio, another male, looked around the room slightly nervous as well. He had flaming red hair that rivaled that of Auther (a friend of his) only his was as long as Lucius's Malfoys only placed into a loose ponytail like Sirius's. He had freckles and a cute button like nose, his eyes a shining chocolate color as they looked directly at Auther Weasley then darted away quickly, the boy laughing nervously.
"I would like to introduce," Dumbledore called out again, hushing the whisperers and darting glares that were being placed toward James to the mysterious snow haired colored boy.
"Hermione Granger," he replied waving a hand toward the female.
"Ronald McDonald," he announced waving a hand at the flaming red head. Hermione and the other boy snickered at this, as did most of the muggle borns. (Or anyone that knows what a McDonalds is.)
"And last but not least, Harry Alexander." he announced finally, waving a hand toward the final boy.
Sirius laughed out loud. "And here I expected it to be 'Harry Potter'!" Most of the Great Hall laughed but Harry seemed to shift uncomfortably.
"Now now," Dumbledore replied with a knowing smile, putting a hand up for silence. "They will be rightfully sorted into the house in which they belong. I expect however, for all of you to show the most unfound respect. Understood?"
Everyone nodded or murmured in reply and Dumbledore slapped his hands together and smiled cheerfully. "Excellent. Let the sorting begin- Minerva!"
The Deputy Headmistress bowed her head slightly toward him, smiling, then walked around the professors tables as tiny Professor Flitwick pushed the stool on to the center of the platform. McGongall waved for them to come as she picked up the sorting hat and all three approached slowly.
Harry couldn't help but cast a glance toward the left of at the Slytherin table. And almost immediately wish he hadn't. The entire house stared at the three of them, mostly with smug or sneered expressions, some smirking and taunting them silently.
He spotted a sixth year that looked exactly like his arch nemesis Draco Malfoy, with longer blond hair that was slicked back into a neat ponytail, his arm draped around the waist of a beautiful girl with curly blond hair, both looking at him with narrowed cold eyes. And he saw the exact replicas of Crabbe and Goyle sitting on either side of them. That had to be Lucius and Narissa he realized.
He quickly looked to see Lupin staring at the three of them as if in deep thought, although he waved when Hermione waved excitedly at him. Then he switched his attention back to his right as he walked between the Ravenclaw and his home table passing by his godfather and his friends...the later to be traitor...and his father.
His father...alive and well...young and seemingly carefree, gave a warm smile back toward him, but Harry could tell his eyes were full of question. He smiled back at him and nodded his head slightly at them. Sirius only smirked and nodded slightly back while HE smiled as well, waving slightly.
Peter Pettigrew. Wormtail. His parents traitor. He was the reason he didn't have his parents in his own time. He was the reason his godfather spent twelve long years in Azkaban for a crime he had not committed. He was the reason why Lord Voldemort had returned in his fourth year. He was the reason that he, Harry Potter, had a such a hard life.
Harry thought sadly of Dumbledore's words before they had departed.
***
'Remember Harry', Dumbledore began gravely as he and his friends slipped on their raven colored robes and pulled up their hoods. They stood in his circular office, Fawkes fluttering his wings softly as he stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, giving the three of them a meaningful look. McGongall and a rather furious Snape stood off to the side, by the entrance.
Harry turned to his headmaster and waited to hear his words.
'Harry...you will only be parts of the parts for so much length of time. As the little things you do will simply be erased from their minds, from history, the larger things you do will not. I am afraid that you may not try to destroy Voldemort in the past, as it would be far to dangerous and if you were to die, there could be nothing done.
And you may not warn James and Lily of their fate, for it would ultimately change their future as well as your own.'
'But wouldn't that be...well...good?" Ron asked surprised. Dumbledore shook his head.
'In theory, maybe. But what if they were warned about the future and therefore, decided they would no longer want to be together, afraid of the risk? Harry would cease to exist.'
'Yeah,' Ron pushed. 'But...if we warned them about Wormtail...then wouldn't that be good?'
Dumbledore shook his head. 'I am afraid I can not allow you the chance to find that out. As it could be a great thing, it too, could have direr consequences. Now you must give me your word...all of you...that you will not change the future more then you shall just by showing up.'
They all nodded and gave their word...
***
Harry just couldn't understand what would be wrong with that. If he warned his father about Peter Pettigrew...then he'd have a family...right? He'd be happy and loved...wouldn't he? But then, if Dumbledore advised against it...it must be important not to change the coarse of things.
He sighed inwardly then moved his eyes along the table...and his heart nearly skipped a beat. It as her...she looked exactly as she did from her memories...only a bit younger...beautiful flaming red hair with the same sparkling emerald eyes as his. A gentle smile greeted him from Lily Evans...his mother...the one who had given up her life because of the love she held for him...and it almost brought him to tears.
He had never realized what emotions this would bring to see them both again. And now he'd get to spend time with them...all of them...and discover the hidden powers he processed that would help him in future to end the Dark Times that were slowly overcasting the Wizarding world...in this time and the next...
"And who would like to be sorted first?" McGongall asked kindly, peering at them through her square framed spectacles.
"I will," Ron volunteered and stepped forward, sitting on the stool, casting Harry a nervous glare. Harry shook his head. He had been just this nervous the first time he was sorted. And now with Dumbledore insisting that at least one of them enter Slytherin house (none of them were to fond of this idea he'd cooked up), he worried.
The three had decided that Harry would defiantly go to Gryffindor but it became apparent that Ron would more then likely have to be the Slytherin, seeing as it would be too dangerous for Hermione to go with her being a muggle-born.
'AS IF THEY'D KNOW UNLESS YOU TOLD THEM!' Ron had argued. This only made the two laugh.
The sorting hat was placed on Ron's head and again, he jumped slightly as it began to speak.
'Aw...a Weasley...I know where to put you...' it began
'No! Not Gryffindor!', Ron argued reluctantly. The sorting looked slightly confused. 'But is this not the house that suits you best? It would seem most Weasley's do rather well in Gryffindor House.'
'Well...just pick the next best,' Ron continued. Ha! He was pretty damn sure SLYTHERIN was no where NEAR is a second choice for him and he for damn sure wasn't about to insist. And at least, he could honestly say it wasn't HIS fault the hat put him in another house...
'As you insist then, although I believe it better to make you a Gryffindor...better be...'
"SLYTH-"
"WHAT!" Ron screamed before the house could finish, halting any cheering that he may have received. "That is NOT my house!"
"Mr. McDonald," McGongall frowned. But Ron wouldn't let it go.
"That THING said that was my second best house!" he argued, pointing an accusing finger at the rigid hat. He turned to Harry and Hermione in despair. "My SECOND best choice of housing, a SERPENT!"
"Well why didn't you except the original house that was presented to you?" McGongall replied she picked up the hat and dusted it off, sending Ron a stern glare as she did just as she did in his time when he had done anything she disapproved of.
"Because I can't BE a Gryffindor..." he grumbled angrily.
"Well why ever not?"
"Because Dumbledore said so!" he cried in anger and pointed his finger at the blank faced Headmaster.
"I did?" Dumbledore replied looking at him sightly confused then pausing to think. "And...where was I when this was said...I may be old but I'd like to believe I still have my memory..."
"Ron just TAKE the damn house!" Hermione cried in anger, giving him a warning glare. He couldn't keep this up. He'd give them away...not to mention he would have a hell of a hard time if he kept insulting the house he was to approach. (The already were giving the 'If looks could kill' glare at them, some already preparing to dish out punishment as soon as he sat down.)
"No!" he argued with just as much anger. "You like Slytherin so much, then bloody hell, you go!"
"I suggest," Dumbledore replied, holding up his hands to end the arguing. "That you enter the house you were destined...your first choice then Mr. McDonald?" he replied peering at him over his glasses.
Ron slowly nodded and approached the table as a few of the students laughed, as the table erupted with applause, Sirius slapping him on the back and welcoming him to the house.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she approached the table but Harry caught hold of her wrist. "Don't you dare Hermione," he warned in a low whisper.
"But Harry-"
"You'd be put in the other houses long before it even suggested Slytherin anyway. Look, we won't worry about having a spy in the Slytherin house, there are other ways to find the weaknesses of Voldemort's followers. Trust me."
She turned to look at him. "You won't will you?"
He shook his head. "If I want to get to know my parents, I won't."
She nodded then he released her wrist, letting her take her seat on the stool and McGongall placed the hat on her head.
'Hmm...yes...a very brilliant mind...with tremendous courage...hmm...'
'I don't want to be a Gryffindor,' she replied. She knew that Harry had asked her not to but still...
'What? You too? Refusing the original choice of house? Ah well...better be...'
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table erupted with thunderous applause and smiling, Hermione made her way to sit next to Remus Lupin who welcomed her, shaking her hand. She blushed slightly. She had to admit: Lupin was rather handsome as a younger man.
"I'm last I guess," Harry smiled at McGongall whom only nodded and waved him toward the stool. The room grew quiet again as it had the first time he had been sorted into a house. He noticed that the Marauders all had their eyes trained, James and Siriuis especially and that made him as nervous as ever.
That hat was placed on his head.
'Aw let me see...not a bad mind...oh yes... bravery... very loyal..and a thirst to prove yourself.'
Uh oh. Harry found him closing his eyes again and chanting the same words he had when he was in his first year:
'Not Slytherin...not Slytherin...not Slytherin...'
'You HAVE to be kidding me here! The hat exclaimed. 'If you people are going to just ignore the house I want to put you in then what the HELL do you need me for?! Look: Slytherin isn't that bad kid...sure...they may be a rough bunch, especially to look at...but damn! You have power: they like power. Do the math! You'd do well, I promise!'
'I SAID...not Slytherin...'
'...Fine...just...FINE!...Then it better be...'
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The table erupted into a wild applause James along with his friends and few others standing and welcoming him as he approached. But he noted that Sirius suddenly flashed with anger but Peter only laughed.
"See! I TOLD you he wasn't James's evil twin! You owe me five gallons Padfoot!"
Sirius, grumbling, felt his pockets and pulled out five of the gold coins, tossing them at Peter.
A bet. They had placed a bet on which house he would be in. Harry could only laugh to himself slightly as James shook his hand introduced himself properly.
"I'm James Potter, champion of Gryffindor," he replied brushing his nails against his robes. "No photographs, please."
"The hell you are!" Sirius growled in laughter. Then he turned to Harry and frowned slightly. "Sirius Black, the True champion and finest thing ever to hit Hogwarts...and you owe me five gallons for not being a Slytherin."
Harry laughed. "Nice to meet you to," he replied taking his hand and shacking it. But Sirius only raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I'm not kidding! You owe me money. You know, that's a BAD way to start out at a new school-"
"Oh don't start!" Peter laughed, pocketing the money and holding out his hand. "And I'm Peter Pettigrew he smiled at Harry." Harry only stared at him however. This was the man that would cause him as much pain as Voldemort himself and the man had never once physically hurt him. Could he really...act friendly toward him?...
"I"m Harry," he smiled lightly and Peter gave a small nod, not noticing the boy hesitate to shake his hand.
'You can not change the future...you must try to act as though you belong Harry and you can not breath a word of what is to come...'
For the sake of finding out a way to dispose of Voldemort in his time, Harry could handle being civil to Wormtail.
A/N: See! There you have it: the second chapter and the plot of the story. A nice long chapter just for all you wonderful people that wanted an update! I promise I will update this like, ASAP. Please Read and Review and I hope you enjoyed!
Next Chapter: The Gang gets to see first hand what a Class is like with the Marauders! Oh! And I introduce the 'Death Eaters' to the story...aka Lucius and the gang.
Prongs
Chapter II: James Times Two
James couldn't believe his eyes. The boy that stood to left of his friends looked at him, almost gasping out in the same surprise and quickly looked down at his feet, nervous.
He could see out of the corner of his eye that Sirius, looking just as confused as Crabbe did on a Potion's exam, was looking between the two. Lupin seemed to be studying the new comer with interest and Peter only looked on startled slightly.
The boy had messy short hair, just like he did...only it was snow white. His eyes were a different color...a beautiful and glowing emerald, almost startling. He wore glass...black framed glasses, thin...just like his. He was maybe an inch shorter then he was but just as lean with the right amount of muscles. The boy could be his identical twin.
"Well damn," he mumbled as Albus moved to the side a little so as they could get a better view or the new guest.
The middle person was a girl, pretty with auburn hair and eyes to match, her hair short, only barley reaching her shoulders overly wavy. She smiled at all of them brightly as her eyes fixed the rooms, her hands placed behind her back.
And the last of the trio, another male, looked around the room slightly nervous as well. He had flaming red hair that rivaled that of Auther (a friend of his) only his was as long as Lucius's Malfoys only placed into a loose ponytail like Sirius's. He had freckles and a cute button like nose, his eyes a shining chocolate color as they looked directly at Auther Weasley then darted away quickly, the boy laughing nervously.
"I would like to introduce," Dumbledore called out again, hushing the whisperers and darting glares that were being placed toward James to the mysterious snow haired colored boy.
"Hermione Granger," he replied waving a hand toward the female.
"Ronald McDonald," he announced waving a hand at the flaming red head. Hermione and the other boy snickered at this, as did most of the muggle borns. (Or anyone that knows what a McDonalds is.)
"And last but not least, Harry Alexander." he announced finally, waving a hand toward the final boy.
Sirius laughed out loud. "And here I expected it to be 'Harry Potter'!" Most of the Great Hall laughed but Harry seemed to shift uncomfortably.
"Now now," Dumbledore replied with a knowing smile, putting a hand up for silence. "They will be rightfully sorted into the house in which they belong. I expect however, for all of you to show the most unfound respect. Understood?"
Everyone nodded or murmured in reply and Dumbledore slapped his hands together and smiled cheerfully. "Excellent. Let the sorting begin- Minerva!"
The Deputy Headmistress bowed her head slightly toward him, smiling, then walked around the professors tables as tiny Professor Flitwick pushed the stool on to the center of the platform. McGongall waved for them to come as she picked up the sorting hat and all three approached slowly.
Harry couldn't help but cast a glance toward the left of at the Slytherin table. And almost immediately wish he hadn't. The entire house stared at the three of them, mostly with smug or sneered expressions, some smirking and taunting them silently.
He spotted a sixth year that looked exactly like his arch nemesis Draco Malfoy, with longer blond hair that was slicked back into a neat ponytail, his arm draped around the waist of a beautiful girl with curly blond hair, both looking at him with narrowed cold eyes. And he saw the exact replicas of Crabbe and Goyle sitting on either side of them. That had to be Lucius and Narissa he realized.
He quickly looked to see Lupin staring at the three of them as if in deep thought, although he waved when Hermione waved excitedly at him. Then he switched his attention back to his right as he walked between the Ravenclaw and his home table passing by his godfather and his friends...the later to be traitor...and his father.
His father...alive and well...young and seemingly carefree, gave a warm smile back toward him, but Harry could tell his eyes were full of question. He smiled back at him and nodded his head slightly at them. Sirius only smirked and nodded slightly back while HE smiled as well, waving slightly.
Peter Pettigrew. Wormtail. His parents traitor. He was the reason he didn't have his parents in his own time. He was the reason his godfather spent twelve long years in Azkaban for a crime he had not committed. He was the reason why Lord Voldemort had returned in his fourth year. He was the reason that he, Harry Potter, had a such a hard life.
Harry thought sadly of Dumbledore's words before they had departed.
***
'Remember Harry', Dumbledore began gravely as he and his friends slipped on their raven colored robes and pulled up their hoods. They stood in his circular office, Fawkes fluttering his wings softly as he stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, giving the three of them a meaningful look. McGongall and a rather furious Snape stood off to the side, by the entrance.
Harry turned to his headmaster and waited to hear his words.
'Harry...you will only be parts of the parts for so much length of time. As the little things you do will simply be erased from their minds, from history, the larger things you do will not. I am afraid that you may not try to destroy Voldemort in the past, as it would be far to dangerous and if you were to die, there could be nothing done.
And you may not warn James and Lily of their fate, for it would ultimately change their future as well as your own.'
'But wouldn't that be...well...good?" Ron asked surprised. Dumbledore shook his head.
'In theory, maybe. But what if they were warned about the future and therefore, decided they would no longer want to be together, afraid of the risk? Harry would cease to exist.'
'Yeah,' Ron pushed. 'But...if we warned them about Wormtail...then wouldn't that be good?'
Dumbledore shook his head. 'I am afraid I can not allow you the chance to find that out. As it could be a great thing, it too, could have direr consequences. Now you must give me your word...all of you...that you will not change the future more then you shall just by showing up.'
They all nodded and gave their word...
***
Harry just couldn't understand what would be wrong with that. If he warned his father about Peter Pettigrew...then he'd have a family...right? He'd be happy and loved...wouldn't he? But then, if Dumbledore advised against it...it must be important not to change the coarse of things.
He sighed inwardly then moved his eyes along the table...and his heart nearly skipped a beat. It as her...she looked exactly as she did from her memories...only a bit younger...beautiful flaming red hair with the same sparkling emerald eyes as his. A gentle smile greeted him from Lily Evans...his mother...the one who had given up her life because of the love she held for him...and it almost brought him to tears.
He had never realized what emotions this would bring to see them both again. And now he'd get to spend time with them...all of them...and discover the hidden powers he processed that would help him in future to end the Dark Times that were slowly overcasting the Wizarding world...in this time and the next...
"And who would like to be sorted first?" McGongall asked kindly, peering at them through her square framed spectacles.
"I will," Ron volunteered and stepped forward, sitting on the stool, casting Harry a nervous glare. Harry shook his head. He had been just this nervous the first time he was sorted. And now with Dumbledore insisting that at least one of them enter Slytherin house (none of them were to fond of this idea he'd cooked up), he worried.
The three had decided that Harry would defiantly go to Gryffindor but it became apparent that Ron would more then likely have to be the Slytherin, seeing as it would be too dangerous for Hermione to go with her being a muggle-born.
'AS IF THEY'D KNOW UNLESS YOU TOLD THEM!' Ron had argued. This only made the two laugh.
The sorting hat was placed on Ron's head and again, he jumped slightly as it began to speak.
'Aw...a Weasley...I know where to put you...' it began
'No! Not Gryffindor!', Ron argued reluctantly. The sorting looked slightly confused. 'But is this not the house that suits you best? It would seem most Weasley's do rather well in Gryffindor House.'
'Well...just pick the next best,' Ron continued. Ha! He was pretty damn sure SLYTHERIN was no where NEAR is a second choice for him and he for damn sure wasn't about to insist. And at least, he could honestly say it wasn't HIS fault the hat put him in another house...
'As you insist then, although I believe it better to make you a Gryffindor...better be...'
"SLYTH-"
"WHAT!" Ron screamed before the house could finish, halting any cheering that he may have received. "That is NOT my house!"
"Mr. McDonald," McGongall frowned. But Ron wouldn't let it go.
"That THING said that was my second best house!" he argued, pointing an accusing finger at the rigid hat. He turned to Harry and Hermione in despair. "My SECOND best choice of housing, a SERPENT!"
"Well why didn't you except the original house that was presented to you?" McGongall replied she picked up the hat and dusted it off, sending Ron a stern glare as she did just as she did in his time when he had done anything she disapproved of.
"Because I can't BE a Gryffindor..." he grumbled angrily.
"Well why ever not?"
"Because Dumbledore said so!" he cried in anger and pointed his finger at the blank faced Headmaster.
"I did?" Dumbledore replied looking at him sightly confused then pausing to think. "And...where was I when this was said...I may be old but I'd like to believe I still have my memory..."
"Ron just TAKE the damn house!" Hermione cried in anger, giving him a warning glare. He couldn't keep this up. He'd give them away...not to mention he would have a hell of a hard time if he kept insulting the house he was to approach. (The already were giving the 'If looks could kill' glare at them, some already preparing to dish out punishment as soon as he sat down.)
"No!" he argued with just as much anger. "You like Slytherin so much, then bloody hell, you go!"
"I suggest," Dumbledore replied, holding up his hands to end the arguing. "That you enter the house you were destined...your first choice then Mr. McDonald?" he replied peering at him over his glasses.
Ron slowly nodded and approached the table as a few of the students laughed, as the table erupted with applause, Sirius slapping him on the back and welcoming him to the house.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she approached the table but Harry caught hold of her wrist. "Don't you dare Hermione," he warned in a low whisper.
"But Harry-"
"You'd be put in the other houses long before it even suggested Slytherin anyway. Look, we won't worry about having a spy in the Slytherin house, there are other ways to find the weaknesses of Voldemort's followers. Trust me."
She turned to look at him. "You won't will you?"
He shook his head. "If I want to get to know my parents, I won't."
She nodded then he released her wrist, letting her take her seat on the stool and McGongall placed the hat on her head.
'Hmm...yes...a very brilliant mind...with tremendous courage...hmm...'
'I don't want to be a Gryffindor,' she replied. She knew that Harry had asked her not to but still...
'What? You too? Refusing the original choice of house? Ah well...better be...'
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table erupted with thunderous applause and smiling, Hermione made her way to sit next to Remus Lupin who welcomed her, shaking her hand. She blushed slightly. She had to admit: Lupin was rather handsome as a younger man.
"I'm last I guess," Harry smiled at McGongall whom only nodded and waved him toward the stool. The room grew quiet again as it had the first time he had been sorted into a house. He noticed that the Marauders all had their eyes trained, James and Siriuis especially and that made him as nervous as ever.
That hat was placed on his head.
'Aw let me see...not a bad mind...oh yes... bravery... very loyal..and a thirst to prove yourself.'
Uh oh. Harry found him closing his eyes again and chanting the same words he had when he was in his first year:
'Not Slytherin...not Slytherin...not Slytherin...'
'You HAVE to be kidding me here! The hat exclaimed. 'If you people are going to just ignore the house I want to put you in then what the HELL do you need me for?! Look: Slytherin isn't that bad kid...sure...they may be a rough bunch, especially to look at...but damn! You have power: they like power. Do the math! You'd do well, I promise!'
'I SAID...not Slytherin...'
'...Fine...just...FINE!...Then it better be...'
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The table erupted into a wild applause James along with his friends and few others standing and welcoming him as he approached. But he noted that Sirius suddenly flashed with anger but Peter only laughed.
"See! I TOLD you he wasn't James's evil twin! You owe me five gallons Padfoot!"
Sirius, grumbling, felt his pockets and pulled out five of the gold coins, tossing them at Peter.
A bet. They had placed a bet on which house he would be in. Harry could only laugh to himself slightly as James shook his hand introduced himself properly.
"I'm James Potter, champion of Gryffindor," he replied brushing his nails against his robes. "No photographs, please."
"The hell you are!" Sirius growled in laughter. Then he turned to Harry and frowned slightly. "Sirius Black, the True champion and finest thing ever to hit Hogwarts...and you owe me five gallons for not being a Slytherin."
Harry laughed. "Nice to meet you to," he replied taking his hand and shacking it. But Sirius only raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I'm not kidding! You owe me money. You know, that's a BAD way to start out at a new school-"
"Oh don't start!" Peter laughed, pocketing the money and holding out his hand. "And I'm Peter Pettigrew he smiled at Harry." Harry only stared at him however. This was the man that would cause him as much pain as Voldemort himself and the man had never once physically hurt him. Could he really...act friendly toward him?...
"I"m Harry," he smiled lightly and Peter gave a small nod, not noticing the boy hesitate to shake his hand.
'You can not change the future...you must try to act as though you belong Harry and you can not breath a word of what is to come...'
For the sake of finding out a way to dispose of Voldemort in his time, Harry could handle being civil to Wormtail.
A/N: See! There you have it: the second chapter and the plot of the story. A nice long chapter just for all you wonderful people that wanted an update! I promise I will update this like, ASAP. Please Read and Review and I hope you enjoyed!
Next Chapter: The Gang gets to see first hand what a Class is like with the Marauders! Oh! And I introduce the 'Death Eaters' to the story...aka Lucius and the gang.