A/N: Okay, I just putting this here to tell you all how I will be updating:
this story, DDNT; Corkscrews, and HP and a NOT. This way, I don't work to
much on one fic and forget another.
Moving on, thanks to Jordan; Child-of-the-Dawn; LittleEar BigEar's sis; Rose Black; smilez; Spellotape; BeeAyeElle; Kanashimi: That's all right, I wasn't mad. And, I know, I do that all the time, too. Oh, on another note, he 'says' he can't play pranks on students. But what if he doesn't get caught. And that doesn't include teachers. Behold the possibilities.
CH7: The Opening Feast
Soon it was September 1st and the students would be arriving. Harry had told Sirius and Remus about his meeting with their younger selves in Diagon Alley. The all agreed that trying to teach the Marauders was going to be a challenge.
Around 7:30, the trio left for the Great Hall. It was just beginning to fill with students when they sat down and McGonagall had just brought out the Sorting Hat. Then they waited. And waited. And waited. Sirius was grumbling under his about how hungry he was and how it was unnatural to have so many eleven year olds in one place. At the Gryffindor table, Harry could see the other Sirius dong the same thing.
Finally the Sorting was over and Dumbledore stood.
"Welcome to another, or your first, year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he addressed the hall. I have a few start of the term notices before the feast gets underway." Both Siriuses groaned and both Remuses elbowed them, while Harry and James each rested their elbows on the table and put their foreheads in their palms. Dumbledore looked at them strangely. "Alright, first, I would like to remind all of you that the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden and will remain so." He cast a glance at the Marauders, but they just smiled innocently at him. "Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has added a new product, Dungbombs to his list of off- limits objects." At this, Sirius (the young one) groaned again. "As you may know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mrs. Figg, and our Herbology professor, Mr. Mutton, have both retired. And our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, has gone on an expedition to Romania for the year. So, it is my pleasure to introduce our three new faculty members. Professors Nyx for Herbology, Night for COMC; and Jamison will teach Defense." There was a polite applause for the three new teachers, but when Harry's name was called, the small group of friends at the Gryffindor table burst into cheers. The rest of the staff at the head table looked at Harry uneasily, all wondering what he had done to impress them so much. "Everyone - dig in."
And they did just that. Sirius (the old one) ate so much, Harry was sure he wouldn't be able to fit through the door. Not that his younger counterpart didn't consume the same amount. If not more. While Sirius was pigging out and Remus was chuckling at him, Harry was scouring the room, analyzing his new pupils. He could see many faces he recognized - Amos Diggory, Bill Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, and what looked like the parents of many of his fellow future classmates.
At the Slytherin table, Harry could see Severus studying the Marauders because they kept glancing over at him. Harry had to stifle a laugh. He would have to remember to ask his godfather if the young group was planning anything. And if the stories that both Sirius and Severus told him about their school days were true, Harry didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
Harry could still, vividly, remember the day his potions master had told him about his side of the pranks. It was the day they had become friends.
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December 12, 1995
Harry was sitting at the table in front of Snape's desk, watching as said person graded tests. He had been there for over an hour now, serving detention for.....Well, he wasn't exactly sure what he had done. But, he was here anyway. Finally, the teacher broke the silence.
"You know what, Potter?" Snape sneered, looking up from his papers. "I think your head grows another size every year." Harry chose to wisely not to respond. "And soon, it will reach your father's proportions. I don't think Hogwarts could house another James Potter."
Harry's blood started to boil and he said, quietly, "We're all entitled to our own opinions, but please keep yours to yourself."
"Do you think that only famous Harry Potter can voice his thoughts. Well, let me tell something. You can't go strutting around the school like you're King of the World. Your father - " Harry just snapped.
"But I am not my father!" Snape brought his head up to meet the eyes of the boy, but instead of the usual anger, he looked like he was just seeing Harry for the first time.
"No," he said at last. "You aren't."
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After that day, Harry and Severus had gotten to know each other better and soon became close confidants, much to the bafflement of Sirius, Ron, and, well, the rest of the school. Severus was now one of the most trusted advisors of the Order.
Harry was shaken out of his day dreams by Sirius. It was then he realized the feast had ended and they were being dismissed. Remus and Sirius walked ahead of Harry in the corridor, reminiscing about old times, and Harry was sure this would be a good year for all of them.
Moving on, thanks to Jordan; Child-of-the-Dawn; LittleEar BigEar's sis; Rose Black; smilez; Spellotape; BeeAyeElle; Kanashimi: That's all right, I wasn't mad. And, I know, I do that all the time, too. Oh, on another note, he 'says' he can't play pranks on students. But what if he doesn't get caught. And that doesn't include teachers. Behold the possibilities.
CH7: The Opening Feast
Soon it was September 1st and the students would be arriving. Harry had told Sirius and Remus about his meeting with their younger selves in Diagon Alley. The all agreed that trying to teach the Marauders was going to be a challenge.
Around 7:30, the trio left for the Great Hall. It was just beginning to fill with students when they sat down and McGonagall had just brought out the Sorting Hat. Then they waited. And waited. And waited. Sirius was grumbling under his about how hungry he was and how it was unnatural to have so many eleven year olds in one place. At the Gryffindor table, Harry could see the other Sirius dong the same thing.
Finally the Sorting was over and Dumbledore stood.
"Welcome to another, or your first, year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he addressed the hall. I have a few start of the term notices before the feast gets underway." Both Siriuses groaned and both Remuses elbowed them, while Harry and James each rested their elbows on the table and put their foreheads in their palms. Dumbledore looked at them strangely. "Alright, first, I would like to remind all of you that the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden and will remain so." He cast a glance at the Marauders, but they just smiled innocently at him. "Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has added a new product, Dungbombs to his list of off- limits objects." At this, Sirius (the young one) groaned again. "As you may know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mrs. Figg, and our Herbology professor, Mr. Mutton, have both retired. And our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, has gone on an expedition to Romania for the year. So, it is my pleasure to introduce our three new faculty members. Professors Nyx for Herbology, Night for COMC; and Jamison will teach Defense." There was a polite applause for the three new teachers, but when Harry's name was called, the small group of friends at the Gryffindor table burst into cheers. The rest of the staff at the head table looked at Harry uneasily, all wondering what he had done to impress them so much. "Everyone - dig in."
And they did just that. Sirius (the old one) ate so much, Harry was sure he wouldn't be able to fit through the door. Not that his younger counterpart didn't consume the same amount. If not more. While Sirius was pigging out and Remus was chuckling at him, Harry was scouring the room, analyzing his new pupils. He could see many faces he recognized - Amos Diggory, Bill Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, and what looked like the parents of many of his fellow future classmates.
At the Slytherin table, Harry could see Severus studying the Marauders because they kept glancing over at him. Harry had to stifle a laugh. He would have to remember to ask his godfather if the young group was planning anything. And if the stories that both Sirius and Severus told him about their school days were true, Harry didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
Harry could still, vividly, remember the day his potions master had told him about his side of the pranks. It was the day they had become friends.
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December 12, 1995
Harry was sitting at the table in front of Snape's desk, watching as said person graded tests. He had been there for over an hour now, serving detention for.....Well, he wasn't exactly sure what he had done. But, he was here anyway. Finally, the teacher broke the silence.
"You know what, Potter?" Snape sneered, looking up from his papers. "I think your head grows another size every year." Harry chose to wisely not to respond. "And soon, it will reach your father's proportions. I don't think Hogwarts could house another James Potter."
Harry's blood started to boil and he said, quietly, "We're all entitled to our own opinions, but please keep yours to yourself."
"Do you think that only famous Harry Potter can voice his thoughts. Well, let me tell something. You can't go strutting around the school like you're King of the World. Your father - " Harry just snapped.
"But I am not my father!" Snape brought his head up to meet the eyes of the boy, but instead of the usual anger, he looked like he was just seeing Harry for the first time.
"No," he said at last. "You aren't."
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After that day, Harry and Severus had gotten to know each other better and soon became close confidants, much to the bafflement of Sirius, Ron, and, well, the rest of the school. Severus was now one of the most trusted advisors of the Order.
Harry was shaken out of his day dreams by Sirius. It was then he realized the feast had ended and they were being dismissed. Remus and Sirius walked ahead of Harry in the corridor, reminiscing about old times, and Harry was sure this would be a good year for all of them.