A/N: I bet you're wondering why James isn't so much of a bully, right? Over
time, you will see.... How he changes.
Chapter Four: Foreseen by Madam Dreamiware
The bright and powerful rays of the sun woke James up over a short period of time, his vision blurry due to the absence of his glasses. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his hairs and looking up at his Muggle Clock that read: "6:20". Looking over to his side, Peter was fast asleep with his mouth agar and saliva slithering out, and Remus who seemed peaceful in his sleep while having dangerous fits every ten seconds or so. Sirius seemed relaxed in his dream, the pillow over his face to block out the ray and his one foot over his sky blue blanket. James found this best that he didn't disturb these people and quietly went down to go eat breakfast, though, he knew nobody would be down their. It was a Saturday, who WOULD be there?
Taking a swift shower, James headed down to the Great Hall to his surprise find several students already there. Mainly fifth years were there, eating and talking about Quidditch and to James' surprise Trent Brown was sitting on the end of the Gryffindor table with Dawn Pettigrew discussing matters over breakfast. They were the only two people at the table, so he found it best that he sat with them then looking like a fool and sitting apart from them.
"Hey," said James blandly as he sat next to Dawn and grabbed a biscuit, buttering it. "What're you guys talking about?"
"Some techniques for Quidditch. Like the abysmal assault for the Beaters for when we recruit them," said Trent after gulping down some Pumpkin Juice.
"Or the Seeker's Bolt. Ever consider joining the team, Potter? You have the build to be a Seeker, or maybe a Chaser! Even both, you never know." Dawn added as she poured Trent some more Pumpkin Juice. "It's always good to know more then one position, it makes you look good to join the pros."
James had considered joining the Quidditch team the other night, just to impress Evans. Not to mention, he played Seeker for a little-league Quidditch team when he was around seven. Beaters used plastic quaffles and they weren't even all that high in the air. If you fell, you'd probably land on your feet. This, of course, was different from an adult league Quidditch team. "Yeah, I put it into consideration. When's the try-outs Dawn?"
"Tomorrow. Quidditch Pitch at seven at night. You're actually going to show?" Dawn said, bewildered and excited at the same time. "I mean, usually when I do that people reconsider joining the team... I thought-"
"Vat's great! Potar pwaying sekur is amzing!" Trent said with a mouthful of biscuit. Swallowing, he corrected himself. "That's great, Potter, we need a good seeker! A first year too! We need about two First Years on the team, mandatory Professor McGonagall said. So we have one! And I also convinced Jonah to come try-out as well. This is great!"
Dawn seemed disgusted at how Trent's table manners were so obscured, she shook it off and turned to James who seemed to find his table manners amusing. "It is good that you are trying out, but are you any good? Have you ever played? Really, you are just a first year you know."
"Well, yeah I've played Quidditch. Two years ago, in little league, but I know it's different from this Quidditch. Several more feet higher in the air and the Snitch moves faster... but hey, that's what practices is for right?"
"Right. Well, I'm going to send my ma' a letter. See you at practice, Potter." Trent had said, placing the last bit of biscuit in his mouth before waltzing out.
"Yeah, I have early morning Divination with Madam Dreamiware. Bye, James." Dawn had said, getting up and leaving the room. Brushing past Dawn was Remus Lupin, who seemed to be awake quite early seeing as he was one of the latest to fall asleep. James could clearly remember him waking up every now and then to have a glass of water. Today, he seemed awful pale for no reason, was he very sick?
"Hello, James." Lupin had said, sitting down next to him and pouring himself a glass of Pumpkin Juice. "Slept well?"
"It's not bad, more comfortable then my other bed." James said with a smirk. "Just getting used to it. You seemed to be less comfortable, didn't have a good sleep?"
Lupin seemed hesitant to answer, turning away from James and taking a piece of bacon and devouring it slowly. "A fine rest, why do you ask James?"
"I don't know. You seemed tired, first of all. And not to mention, you kept getting up and washing your face. Was the room very hot?" James asked quizzed by Lupin's odd reaction.
"Hm... I come from a very hot region, so the room was most uncomfortable to me James. Anyhow, what's on your schedule? Had you checked?" Lupin asked as he drew a parchment which read 'Schedule' on top.
"... Oh, I completely forgot about that! I left it in my pocket before I changed out into my pajamas... It's still in there! Let's see..." James started as he drew the same styled parchment Lupin had and examined it. "Today, I have Early Morning Divination. Charm Class. Potions Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and then I have Flying Lessons for an alternative class. What about you, Lupin?"
"I too have Early Morning Divination, Potions, Charms, Defense against Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures. All first years have Flying Lessons as an alternative class." Lupin had said without even glancing at his paper. Maybe he already memorized his first day's class. "Well, we better hurry. I heard Madam Dreamiware is strict."
"Right," James had said as they headed out of the great hall, James brushing right past Severus Snape who he had competely forgotten. Why hadn't he heard him at the Sorting...?
Heading up the marble staircase to the north tower, James and Lupin were greeted by a small class of Gryffindor members, around seven including them. Amelia Bones, Molly Nello, Trent Brown, Dawn Pettigrew, Lily Evans (Oh man, she's in this class?), Arnold Weasley and themselves. Madam Dreamiware lifted her sunglasses to glance at Lupin and Potter, then nodded toward a seat in front of them. They obliged.
"Alright, class." Madam Dreamiware spoke in her dreamy voice. "We are going to talk about course objectives today... Does anyone know what astronomy is?"
Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and Amelia Bones' hands shot up into the air.
"Lee-ly," Madam Dreamiware had spoke, mispronouncing her name.
"The study of stars and the moon, and how it affects our lives."
"Co-leect. The study of stars, and ze moon." Madam Dreamiware had said, enchanting her chair to float into the air high above into the ceiling where the Milky Way had been sketched out and turned out the lights so the Sun Module illuminated the room.
"How ze stars and ze moon affect our lives iz quite amazing, in many different ways class," Madam Dreamiware had started, "And how it determines our day iz quite amazing. The ways of ze magic is quite ze brilliant! Now, class. Does anyone know what their ZO-diac sign is?"
This was a question James knew. He raised his hand.
"Yes, J-ames?"
"My zodiac sign is Aeries." He replied blandly, resting his chin on the pile of books in front of him after he responded.
"Good. Now class. Partner up with ze neighborz, and look at the mirror ball appearing in front of you. Tell me, what you zee."
Snapping her fingers, mirror balls appeared between their neighbors. Remus and James obviously paired together.
James seemed confused in how to use this, prodding it with his wand a few times before a misty white smoke appeared in the ball.
"Think it's broken," James said coolly, placing his wand in his pocket. "So, Lupin, what you see in this mirror ball junk?"
"... Nothing. You?"
"Nothing, too. This is stupid."
"It iz not ze stupid! You are just not trying ze hard enuff!" Madam Dreamiware had interrupted, floating toward Remus and James and placing her hand on the ball. "Palm astronomy is ze needed in mirror ball reading. Diz created Crystal Ball, boys.... Now, watch... What do you see?"
Remus looked in from one end, while James looked into another. Remus' eyes opened wide at what he saw, but when James went to see what it was he saw what he had been seeing the whole time. Him playing Quidditch for Gryffindor.
"Well, boys. Truly ze amazing, no?"
"... Not, bad... I guess... I saw myself playing Quidditch for Gryffindor."
"Hell yeah, Potter!" James heard Trent say from the distance.
"That's the spirit, James!" He heard Dawn say.
"Mmhm, put zat in your dream logs. You are... er... ze sitting on it, Mr. Potta."
James sat up and took the dream log off his behind.
"And you, Monsieur Lupin? What iz it you see?"
Remus seemed hesitant to answer once more. "A moon."
"Ah... I see, quite extraordinary. No? Well, that's it boys. You may predict more if you please, but till zen, you could do whatever you please. No leaving, zo."
She floated away toward Arnold Weasley and Molly Nello who were in a deep conversation. Funny third years, they are. Probably not even trying. "Well, this class is bogus. Yet, strange. Hopefully, this won't make me too cocky when I try out for Gryffindor. Eh, Remus?"
"Yeah... My prediction was weird. It was a moon, and a tree. Weird, huh? Wonder what that means."
"That you're going to be an astronomer while your wife is going to be a gardener." James replied jokingly as he prodded the mirror ball several times. "Dunno, Lupin. It could mean anything, I mean, it was just a half- moon and a tree."
"A full moon." Remus corrected.
"Whatever. It was a dumb tree and the dumb moon."
"Think it means a full-moon is coming?"
"Who cares..." James was busy looking at Lily who was giggling with Amelia as they exchanged what they foreseen.
"Well, class. I will see you ze tommorow!"
And with that, the class left...
After Divination, James lost Lupin when they had split up, but met up with Sirius and Peter who had just gotten ready to go to Divination and just exchanged greetings.
Dropping his books off, he went to his Potions class.
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A/N:
Guess who will be awaiting him at Potions? None other than Severus Snape. What will happen when they are partnered up to do an experiment? What will happen when James tries out for Quidditch... and when he is dared to ask Lily Evans out by Sirius...
FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER.
Chapter Four: Foreseen by Madam Dreamiware
The bright and powerful rays of the sun woke James up over a short period of time, his vision blurry due to the absence of his glasses. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his hairs and looking up at his Muggle Clock that read: "6:20". Looking over to his side, Peter was fast asleep with his mouth agar and saliva slithering out, and Remus who seemed peaceful in his sleep while having dangerous fits every ten seconds or so. Sirius seemed relaxed in his dream, the pillow over his face to block out the ray and his one foot over his sky blue blanket. James found this best that he didn't disturb these people and quietly went down to go eat breakfast, though, he knew nobody would be down their. It was a Saturday, who WOULD be there?
Taking a swift shower, James headed down to the Great Hall to his surprise find several students already there. Mainly fifth years were there, eating and talking about Quidditch and to James' surprise Trent Brown was sitting on the end of the Gryffindor table with Dawn Pettigrew discussing matters over breakfast. They were the only two people at the table, so he found it best that he sat with them then looking like a fool and sitting apart from them.
"Hey," said James blandly as he sat next to Dawn and grabbed a biscuit, buttering it. "What're you guys talking about?"
"Some techniques for Quidditch. Like the abysmal assault for the Beaters for when we recruit them," said Trent after gulping down some Pumpkin Juice.
"Or the Seeker's Bolt. Ever consider joining the team, Potter? You have the build to be a Seeker, or maybe a Chaser! Even both, you never know." Dawn added as she poured Trent some more Pumpkin Juice. "It's always good to know more then one position, it makes you look good to join the pros."
James had considered joining the Quidditch team the other night, just to impress Evans. Not to mention, he played Seeker for a little-league Quidditch team when he was around seven. Beaters used plastic quaffles and they weren't even all that high in the air. If you fell, you'd probably land on your feet. This, of course, was different from an adult league Quidditch team. "Yeah, I put it into consideration. When's the try-outs Dawn?"
"Tomorrow. Quidditch Pitch at seven at night. You're actually going to show?" Dawn said, bewildered and excited at the same time. "I mean, usually when I do that people reconsider joining the team... I thought-"
"Vat's great! Potar pwaying sekur is amzing!" Trent said with a mouthful of biscuit. Swallowing, he corrected himself. "That's great, Potter, we need a good seeker! A first year too! We need about two First Years on the team, mandatory Professor McGonagall said. So we have one! And I also convinced Jonah to come try-out as well. This is great!"
Dawn seemed disgusted at how Trent's table manners were so obscured, she shook it off and turned to James who seemed to find his table manners amusing. "It is good that you are trying out, but are you any good? Have you ever played? Really, you are just a first year you know."
"Well, yeah I've played Quidditch. Two years ago, in little league, but I know it's different from this Quidditch. Several more feet higher in the air and the Snitch moves faster... but hey, that's what practices is for right?"
"Right. Well, I'm going to send my ma' a letter. See you at practice, Potter." Trent had said, placing the last bit of biscuit in his mouth before waltzing out.
"Yeah, I have early morning Divination with Madam Dreamiware. Bye, James." Dawn had said, getting up and leaving the room. Brushing past Dawn was Remus Lupin, who seemed to be awake quite early seeing as he was one of the latest to fall asleep. James could clearly remember him waking up every now and then to have a glass of water. Today, he seemed awful pale for no reason, was he very sick?
"Hello, James." Lupin had said, sitting down next to him and pouring himself a glass of Pumpkin Juice. "Slept well?"
"It's not bad, more comfortable then my other bed." James said with a smirk. "Just getting used to it. You seemed to be less comfortable, didn't have a good sleep?"
Lupin seemed hesitant to answer, turning away from James and taking a piece of bacon and devouring it slowly. "A fine rest, why do you ask James?"
"I don't know. You seemed tired, first of all. And not to mention, you kept getting up and washing your face. Was the room very hot?" James asked quizzed by Lupin's odd reaction.
"Hm... I come from a very hot region, so the room was most uncomfortable to me James. Anyhow, what's on your schedule? Had you checked?" Lupin asked as he drew a parchment which read 'Schedule' on top.
"... Oh, I completely forgot about that! I left it in my pocket before I changed out into my pajamas... It's still in there! Let's see..." James started as he drew the same styled parchment Lupin had and examined it. "Today, I have Early Morning Divination. Charm Class. Potions Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and then I have Flying Lessons for an alternative class. What about you, Lupin?"
"I too have Early Morning Divination, Potions, Charms, Defense against Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures. All first years have Flying Lessons as an alternative class." Lupin had said without even glancing at his paper. Maybe he already memorized his first day's class. "Well, we better hurry. I heard Madam Dreamiware is strict."
"Right," James had said as they headed out of the great hall, James brushing right past Severus Snape who he had competely forgotten. Why hadn't he heard him at the Sorting...?
Heading up the marble staircase to the north tower, James and Lupin were greeted by a small class of Gryffindor members, around seven including them. Amelia Bones, Molly Nello, Trent Brown, Dawn Pettigrew, Lily Evans (Oh man, she's in this class?), Arnold Weasley and themselves. Madam Dreamiware lifted her sunglasses to glance at Lupin and Potter, then nodded toward a seat in front of them. They obliged.
"Alright, class." Madam Dreamiware spoke in her dreamy voice. "We are going to talk about course objectives today... Does anyone know what astronomy is?"
Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and Amelia Bones' hands shot up into the air.
"Lee-ly," Madam Dreamiware had spoke, mispronouncing her name.
"The study of stars and the moon, and how it affects our lives."
"Co-leect. The study of stars, and ze moon." Madam Dreamiware had said, enchanting her chair to float into the air high above into the ceiling where the Milky Way had been sketched out and turned out the lights so the Sun Module illuminated the room.
"How ze stars and ze moon affect our lives iz quite amazing, in many different ways class," Madam Dreamiware had started, "And how it determines our day iz quite amazing. The ways of ze magic is quite ze brilliant! Now, class. Does anyone know what their ZO-diac sign is?"
This was a question James knew. He raised his hand.
"Yes, J-ames?"
"My zodiac sign is Aeries." He replied blandly, resting his chin on the pile of books in front of him after he responded.
"Good. Now class. Partner up with ze neighborz, and look at the mirror ball appearing in front of you. Tell me, what you zee."
Snapping her fingers, mirror balls appeared between their neighbors. Remus and James obviously paired together.
James seemed confused in how to use this, prodding it with his wand a few times before a misty white smoke appeared in the ball.
"Think it's broken," James said coolly, placing his wand in his pocket. "So, Lupin, what you see in this mirror ball junk?"
"... Nothing. You?"
"Nothing, too. This is stupid."
"It iz not ze stupid! You are just not trying ze hard enuff!" Madam Dreamiware had interrupted, floating toward Remus and James and placing her hand on the ball. "Palm astronomy is ze needed in mirror ball reading. Diz created Crystal Ball, boys.... Now, watch... What do you see?"
Remus looked in from one end, while James looked into another. Remus' eyes opened wide at what he saw, but when James went to see what it was he saw what he had been seeing the whole time. Him playing Quidditch for Gryffindor.
"Well, boys. Truly ze amazing, no?"
"... Not, bad... I guess... I saw myself playing Quidditch for Gryffindor."
"Hell yeah, Potter!" James heard Trent say from the distance.
"That's the spirit, James!" He heard Dawn say.
"Mmhm, put zat in your dream logs. You are... er... ze sitting on it, Mr. Potta."
James sat up and took the dream log off his behind.
"And you, Monsieur Lupin? What iz it you see?"
Remus seemed hesitant to answer once more. "A moon."
"Ah... I see, quite extraordinary. No? Well, that's it boys. You may predict more if you please, but till zen, you could do whatever you please. No leaving, zo."
She floated away toward Arnold Weasley and Molly Nello who were in a deep conversation. Funny third years, they are. Probably not even trying. "Well, this class is bogus. Yet, strange. Hopefully, this won't make me too cocky when I try out for Gryffindor. Eh, Remus?"
"Yeah... My prediction was weird. It was a moon, and a tree. Weird, huh? Wonder what that means."
"That you're going to be an astronomer while your wife is going to be a gardener." James replied jokingly as he prodded the mirror ball several times. "Dunno, Lupin. It could mean anything, I mean, it was just a half- moon and a tree."
"A full moon." Remus corrected.
"Whatever. It was a dumb tree and the dumb moon."
"Think it means a full-moon is coming?"
"Who cares..." James was busy looking at Lily who was giggling with Amelia as they exchanged what they foreseen.
"Well, class. I will see you ze tommorow!"
And with that, the class left...
After Divination, James lost Lupin when they had split up, but met up with Sirius and Peter who had just gotten ready to go to Divination and just exchanged greetings.
Dropping his books off, he went to his Potions class.
--
A/N:
Guess who will be awaiting him at Potions? None other than Severus Snape. What will happen when they are partnered up to do an experiment? What will happen when James tries out for Quidditch... and when he is dared to ask Lily Evans out by Sirius...
FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER.