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Now on with the story...
Chapter 2: First Day
Sirius Black was concentrating on his bacon and trying to shake off the effects of a night spent letting all the firecrabs out of their cages. James Potter was running his hand through his already-untidy hair, with occasional glances at Lily Evans. Remus Lupin was reading a book on the theory of defensive magic. Peter Pettigrew was looking from Sirius to James to Severus Snape at the Slytherin table, hoping for some entertainment.
They were all interrupted by Professor Dumbledore's voice from the staff table.
"Before you begin your day - and I am sure you are all eager to get to your classes - I have an important announcement to make. We have with us this year Harry Thomson, from Madam Vivien's Magical Academy. He will be joining our sixth-year Gryffindors for a few weeks. I am sure you will all make him welcome."
The Marauders looked from Dumbledore to the boy standing nervously beside him. He wore round glasses and his untidy black hair fell into his eyes. In fact, he looked exactly like -
"Prongs," Sirius said, "are you sure you don't have a twin brother?"
"Don't be ridiculous," James snapped. "And sixth-year Gryffindors means he'll be with us. In our dormitory."
"So what?" Peter demanded.
"So what? How thick are you, Wormtail? It means we'll have to be careful when we sneak out - especially on full moon nights."
Remus looked up at them.
"I hope you don't intend to make life difficult for him. He can hardly help where Dumbledore chooses to put him."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Sirius said. "But why doesn't he get Sorted like everybody else? I don't like this."
"Padfoot," Remus said, "Dumbledore obviously knows what he's doing better than you do. If he thinks the boy should be in Gryffindor, accept it! And now eat, or we will be late for Transfiguration."
*~
The Transfiguration classroom was just as Harry remembered it, down to Professor McGonagall looking at them sternly through her square spectacles.
"Today we will begin Self-Transfiguration. It is an extremely difficult and dangerous subject, so I want complete attention from everybody. That includes you, Mr. Black.
"We will start with some basic spells - changing the colour of your eyes and so on."
As Professor McGonagall explained the spell, Harry tried to keep his mind on her and off Sirius and James, who were whispering behind him. They were planning some kind of prank and it did not sound good.
After taking down several inches of complicated notes, they were told to begin.
Before Harry could start, there was an explosion behind him. He ducked just in time, as jets of orange sparks flew over his head.
Professor McGonagall rushed past him.
"Potter! How did you manage to turn your desk into a firework? A remarkable piece of Transfiguration, but one of the most foolish and dangerous I have ever seen! That will be twenty points from Gryffindor, and a detention each for you and Mr. Black. Now get to work, both of you!"
Harry hid a grin. It was strange not to be the one receiving detention.
*~
After Transfiguration, Remus hung back. He wanted to talk to poor Thomson, who had looked as if he had never attended such a class in his entire life.
"Hello, Harry," Remus said as he emerged from the classroom. "Do you take Charms?"
"Um, yes."
"Oh, good. Come on, I'll show you the classroom."
Harry opened his mouth to say he could find his way, thank you, and then shut it again. He was supposed to be new; he was not supposed to know his way around the school.
Remus noticed and misinterpreted his silence.
"Don't worry, I won't trick you into a Vanishing Cabinet. Come on. So," he went on conversationally, "do you play Quidditch?"
"Yeah, I was on my House Team at Madam Vivien's."
"Really? What position?"
"Seeker."
"I thought so. You've got the right build. Will you be here long?"
"Oh, I don't know, a few weeks... hello, Nick... it all depends, really."
"I see," Remus said, looking rather as if he really did see. Harry changed the subject hastily.
"So your name's Remus Lupin?"
"Yes. In front of you is Sirius Black, and the one trying to put a jinx on the suit of armour is James Potter. You'll see Peter Pettigrew in Potions. Let's see who else... the redhead is Lily Evans, that's Alice McKinnon-soon- to-be-Longbottom with her, and... here we are."
Harry ran into the classroom, thankful to get away from Remus. He didn't think he could stand being introduced to his parents so soon without giving anything away.
Professor Flitwick smiled at him as he entered the room.
"Hello, Thomson, welcome to Charms. I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts."
"Thanks, Professor," Harry said.
"We are going to practice Defensive Spells today," he squeaked, as the rest of the class came in. "Did you do them at your old school?"
"Yes, I did," Harry said, thinking of the DA.
"Good, then you can join us. Let us see... Miss Evans, would you partner Thomson for this class?"
Harry's heart almost stopped as a red-haired girl with bright green eyes came to stand next to him.
"Hello, Harry," she said. "I'm Lily."
Please review; it'll encourage me to update sooner.
SoccerrSweet: Thanks for being my first reviewer! I hope you like this chapter too.
Trinity Day: Thank you. It's nice to know people like your work.
Nitte iz: Thanks for the advice. I'll keep it in mind.
Raven Potter Weasley: I'll update as often as I can. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up in a week or so.
Now on with the story...
Chapter 2: First Day
Sirius Black was concentrating on his bacon and trying to shake off the effects of a night spent letting all the firecrabs out of their cages. James Potter was running his hand through his already-untidy hair, with occasional glances at Lily Evans. Remus Lupin was reading a book on the theory of defensive magic. Peter Pettigrew was looking from Sirius to James to Severus Snape at the Slytherin table, hoping for some entertainment.
They were all interrupted by Professor Dumbledore's voice from the staff table.
"Before you begin your day - and I am sure you are all eager to get to your classes - I have an important announcement to make. We have with us this year Harry Thomson, from Madam Vivien's Magical Academy. He will be joining our sixth-year Gryffindors for a few weeks. I am sure you will all make him welcome."
The Marauders looked from Dumbledore to the boy standing nervously beside him. He wore round glasses and his untidy black hair fell into his eyes. In fact, he looked exactly like -
"Prongs," Sirius said, "are you sure you don't have a twin brother?"
"Don't be ridiculous," James snapped. "And sixth-year Gryffindors means he'll be with us. In our dormitory."
"So what?" Peter demanded.
"So what? How thick are you, Wormtail? It means we'll have to be careful when we sneak out - especially on full moon nights."
Remus looked up at them.
"I hope you don't intend to make life difficult for him. He can hardly help where Dumbledore chooses to put him."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Sirius said. "But why doesn't he get Sorted like everybody else? I don't like this."
"Padfoot," Remus said, "Dumbledore obviously knows what he's doing better than you do. If he thinks the boy should be in Gryffindor, accept it! And now eat, or we will be late for Transfiguration."
*~
The Transfiguration classroom was just as Harry remembered it, down to Professor McGonagall looking at them sternly through her square spectacles.
"Today we will begin Self-Transfiguration. It is an extremely difficult and dangerous subject, so I want complete attention from everybody. That includes you, Mr. Black.
"We will start with some basic spells - changing the colour of your eyes and so on."
As Professor McGonagall explained the spell, Harry tried to keep his mind on her and off Sirius and James, who were whispering behind him. They were planning some kind of prank and it did not sound good.
After taking down several inches of complicated notes, they were told to begin.
Before Harry could start, there was an explosion behind him. He ducked just in time, as jets of orange sparks flew over his head.
Professor McGonagall rushed past him.
"Potter! How did you manage to turn your desk into a firework? A remarkable piece of Transfiguration, but one of the most foolish and dangerous I have ever seen! That will be twenty points from Gryffindor, and a detention each for you and Mr. Black. Now get to work, both of you!"
Harry hid a grin. It was strange not to be the one receiving detention.
*~
After Transfiguration, Remus hung back. He wanted to talk to poor Thomson, who had looked as if he had never attended such a class in his entire life.
"Hello, Harry," Remus said as he emerged from the classroom. "Do you take Charms?"
"Um, yes."
"Oh, good. Come on, I'll show you the classroom."
Harry opened his mouth to say he could find his way, thank you, and then shut it again. He was supposed to be new; he was not supposed to know his way around the school.
Remus noticed and misinterpreted his silence.
"Don't worry, I won't trick you into a Vanishing Cabinet. Come on. So," he went on conversationally, "do you play Quidditch?"
"Yeah, I was on my House Team at Madam Vivien's."
"Really? What position?"
"Seeker."
"I thought so. You've got the right build. Will you be here long?"
"Oh, I don't know, a few weeks... hello, Nick... it all depends, really."
"I see," Remus said, looking rather as if he really did see. Harry changed the subject hastily.
"So your name's Remus Lupin?"
"Yes. In front of you is Sirius Black, and the one trying to put a jinx on the suit of armour is James Potter. You'll see Peter Pettigrew in Potions. Let's see who else... the redhead is Lily Evans, that's Alice McKinnon-soon- to-be-Longbottom with her, and... here we are."
Harry ran into the classroom, thankful to get away from Remus. He didn't think he could stand being introduced to his parents so soon without giving anything away.
Professor Flitwick smiled at him as he entered the room.
"Hello, Thomson, welcome to Charms. I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts."
"Thanks, Professor," Harry said.
"We are going to practice Defensive Spells today," he squeaked, as the rest of the class came in. "Did you do them at your old school?"
"Yes, I did," Harry said, thinking of the DA.
"Good, then you can join us. Let us see... Miss Evans, would you partner Thomson for this class?"
Harry's heart almost stopped as a red-haired girl with bright green eyes came to stand next to him.
"Hello, Harry," she said. "I'm Lily."
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