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CHAPTER 5
"What are you doing in the company of Potter?" Lucius Malfoy drawled.
"What do you mean?" James asked confused.
"Go away Malfoy." Sirius turned his back on him, but for all the good it did he might as well have just told his trunk to wander round the compartment.
"Mmm, no." Malfoy decided. "I think you should come to our compartment at the front – before you get contaminated!" He let out a raucous laugh.
There were fresh voices from the doorway. "Excuse me, oh sorry was that your foot? Please can we come through?"
Seconds later, two boys entered. One was rather tired looking with pale brown hair and large bags under his eyes. The other was quite short and chubby, with a mop of blond, clumped on his round face. "Do you mind if we sit here?" One of them asked.
"Well we don't own the compartment. Can't really say no can we?" Sirius said quietly, eyeing them as though they had interrupted them while they had been doing something very important. James turned to the door, but the Slytherins had gone, to be replaced by a witch pushing a trolley.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" She asked.
Sirius, James and the boy with blond hair helped themselves to snacks and shoved some sliver in her bony fingers.
"Do you want anything Remus?" The blond boy asked, sticking a bar of honeydukes chocolate under his nose.
"No, no that's alright thank you." Remus replied.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Peter Petigrew and he's Remus Lupin." Peter informed them. He waited expectantly than inquired, "what's your name?"
"Sirius," Sirius grumbled as though he thought such a question was highly unnecessary.
"Name's James." James said, watching as Remus Lupin pulled out a thick brown book and buried his nose in it. Sirius snorted. Remus looked up at him in disgust.
"Sorry," Sirius said, still grinning. "I choked on my chocolate." Unconvinced, Remus sunk back down in his chair, shooting occasional dirty looks over at them.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" Peter asked nervously, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Guess." James muttered in a rather bored voice as though there were a rather annoying wasp trying to get through the glass windows.
"Umm... Hufflepuff?" Peter attempted. Sirius laughed. "No... no..." Peter stammered anxiously at the offended look on James' face. "Ravenclaw?" James raised his eyebrows. "Gryffindor?"
"Yes." James said frostily.
"Imagine him in Hufflepuff!" Sirius laughed.
James continued to be the butt of Sirius' joke throughout the rest of the train journey, and only when they drew to a halt in Hogsmeade, did Sirius' laughter subside.
"Firs' years over 'ere!" Barked a gigantic man with a bushy beard, at least twice the size of them and three times as large.
Gradually, the new students traipsed towards this giant specimen as he informed them they would be rowing across the lake in boats. It was only drizzling, but by the time they finally arrived at the castle, anyone would think they'd been out in a downpour.
"Whoopee!" Cackled something as it soared through the air. "What fun!"
The foul, yet familiar stench of dungbomb filled James' nostrils as whatever it was dropped a dozen of the things down on them.
"That will do Peeves." A tall, but youngish witch with a bony face and her hair tied in a bun. She removed the smell with a flick of her wand. "I am Professor McGonnagal, Deputy Headmistress. The sorting ceremony is about to begin. You will be called up in alphabetical order to put on the hat and sit on the stool, to be sorted into the correct house." As she turned to leave, many eyes lingered on Clive Abbott who would be the first to try on the hat.
"Yes, I know!" He hissed as yet more people turned.
They entered the Great Hall to find the night sky luminous above them, it glittered with stars and there were dark clouds lurking amongst the mass of blue. The four long house tables were becoming rapidly filled. There were candles floating in mid-air, a light contrast to the sky above.
James looked back into the Hall to see a small stool with a rather grubby looking hat perched on it.
The hat opened its 'mouth' and began its song.
(A/N: I copied this song from one of my other, erm, masterpieces. (Harry Potter and the Magician's secret) so I thought I should just give myself credit for that :-D)
Many Hundred Years ago, I said to you before, Hogwarts founders walked among us, In total they were four.
Said Gryffindor; the boldest were the ones mighty and just, Said Ravenclaw, the cleverest, to teach them, we must, Said Hufflepuff, I'll have them all, I won't have favourites from the throng, Said Slytherin; the ambitious ones will take over once I'm gone.
In past years, at Hogwarts school, We've created many great Wizards or witches, You see, at Hogwarts School, it's courage or virtue, It's not all about the riches.
You may belong in Gryffindor, And turn out to be brave, Or maybe you're a Slytherin, Ambition they do crave.
Or perhaps you are a Hufflepuff, Who are just and true, Or maybe you're a Ravenclaw, The cleverest, maybe you.
You'll never know if you don't try me on, I'm clear as crystal you see, The sorting hat will find your house, That sorting hat is me.
"Abbot Clive." Rang Professor McGonnagal's voice.
James watched as Clive pulled the hat over his head and waited for its decision.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Roared the hat and Clive Abbott leapt to his feet and bounced over to the Hufflepuff table, shooting happy looks over at the other first years.
James tried to catch Sirius' eye but he was staring fixedly at the Slytherin table, where his cousins sat, smirking. James scanned the Ravenclaw table to find Oliver White and saw that to his disappointment, his search was ungratified as he was watching the sorting so carefully, James didn't think he would have got his attention if he had shouted in his ear.
After Daisy Atkin and Robert Barcel were sorted into Ravenclaw, Sirius' name was called. He trudged slowly towards the hat, as though facing his execution and pulled it over his head. James was not really sure if Sirius was quite as determined as he was to be in Gryffindor. There was silence for a very long time. Then... "GRYFFINDOR!" Called the hat. James laughed as he watched Bellatrix fall off the bench and Narcissa gaze in horror at the Gryffindor table, where Sirius gave her a sarcastic wave. Even many of the other students were surprised to see that finally one of the 'royal' blacks had been sorted into Gryffindor.
Harry saw Sirius look angrily at Remus Lupin as he too was made a Gryffindor, then as Peter Petigrew was made the same. "Potter James!" Came McGonnagal's voice. James walked nervously towards the hat and pulled it on. His last thoughts were... what would it like to be in Ravenclaw?
"Ravenclaw eh?" Came a voice from his head. 'NO!' James thought frantically. 'I've got no brains!' "Now that's where you're very wrong indeed..." Came the voice again. 'I don't want to be in Ravenclaw!' James thought again. "Ah, here we are... yes, plenty of courage, you're in for a surprise! I know exactly where to put you... GRYFFINDOR!" Called the hat. Relieved, James hurried over to the Gryffindor table where he saw Sirius give him the thumbs up and offer him the empty space to his right.
After Melissa Welchwood became a Slytherin, the sorting hat fell silent and Dumbledore got to his feet. James had heard he was quite a recently appointed headmaster. He was smiling down at the students with great pleasure. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" He said beaming down at the four house tables. "For the meantime however, you may begin." He smiled as the empty plates on the table were at once heaving with food. James and Sirius didn't need telling twice. That chocolate they had had on the train didn't seem like a mere few hours ago.
Remus Lupin shot them disgusted looks every now and then. "What?" Sirius asked grumpily the fifth time this happened. "You must be hungry as well, you didn't eat anything on the train."
"Actually, I think I've lost my appetite." Remus said turning back to his small mound of food.
James noticed that Sirius kept glancing over at the Slytherins, where many eyes were still upon him. Bellatrix hadn't touched her plate of food, and in her eyes, was a look of purest loathing.
When at last, the plates were cleared, James saw Dumbledore get to his feet. The hall fell silent, except for one third year girl who had been talking so loudly and excitedly, she hadn't noticed. "Yes Marjorie! I did always say you should never judge a cauldron by..." She announced, before falling silent as well.
"Just a few start of term notices," Dumbledore explained. "Mr Filch, the caretaker has reminded me to tell you that you should not use magic in the corridors, and there is a list of, what is it now... two hundred and fifty seven objects that are banned from Hogwarts. Quidditch tryouts will begin on the second week of term. I believe that is all."
"Now that is strange." Came a rather bored voice. Whipping around, James came face to face with...
"Nearly headless Nick!" Shouted a Gryffindor fifth year.
"Please," The ghost protested, closing his eyes as though praying for patience. "I prefer to be known by the name of..."
"Yes you told us last year." The fifth year reminded him.
"Well, I was going to request your thoughts on Dumbledore's mistake."
"What mistake?" A chorus of Gryffindors asked, edging nearer.
"He failed to mention the Forest." Nearly Headless Nick said.
"What forest?" James and Sirius asked the ghost.
"The forest in the grounds. It had been proved dangerous for many years, no headmaster has ever failed to remind us."
"So, it's not forbidden this year?" James asked. What could be dangerous about a mass of trees?
"Of course it is! Perhaps he just forgot." Nearly Headless Nick glided past the Gryffindors and came to rest next to the Fat Friar of Hufflepuff.
A/N: Finally! I've written another. I know it's a bit boring at the moment, it DOES get interesting though. PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you to everyone who has!
CHAPTER 5
"What are you doing in the company of Potter?" Lucius Malfoy drawled.
"What do you mean?" James asked confused.
"Go away Malfoy." Sirius turned his back on him, but for all the good it did he might as well have just told his trunk to wander round the compartment.
"Mmm, no." Malfoy decided. "I think you should come to our compartment at the front – before you get contaminated!" He let out a raucous laugh.
There were fresh voices from the doorway. "Excuse me, oh sorry was that your foot? Please can we come through?"
Seconds later, two boys entered. One was rather tired looking with pale brown hair and large bags under his eyes. The other was quite short and chubby, with a mop of blond, clumped on his round face. "Do you mind if we sit here?" One of them asked.
"Well we don't own the compartment. Can't really say no can we?" Sirius said quietly, eyeing them as though they had interrupted them while they had been doing something very important. James turned to the door, but the Slytherins had gone, to be replaced by a witch pushing a trolley.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" She asked.
Sirius, James and the boy with blond hair helped themselves to snacks and shoved some sliver in her bony fingers.
"Do you want anything Remus?" The blond boy asked, sticking a bar of honeydukes chocolate under his nose.
"No, no that's alright thank you." Remus replied.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Peter Petigrew and he's Remus Lupin." Peter informed them. He waited expectantly than inquired, "what's your name?"
"Sirius," Sirius grumbled as though he thought such a question was highly unnecessary.
"Name's James." James said, watching as Remus Lupin pulled out a thick brown book and buried his nose in it. Sirius snorted. Remus looked up at him in disgust.
"Sorry," Sirius said, still grinning. "I choked on my chocolate." Unconvinced, Remus sunk back down in his chair, shooting occasional dirty looks over at them.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" Peter asked nervously, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Guess." James muttered in a rather bored voice as though there were a rather annoying wasp trying to get through the glass windows.
"Umm... Hufflepuff?" Peter attempted. Sirius laughed. "No... no..." Peter stammered anxiously at the offended look on James' face. "Ravenclaw?" James raised his eyebrows. "Gryffindor?"
"Yes." James said frostily.
"Imagine him in Hufflepuff!" Sirius laughed.
James continued to be the butt of Sirius' joke throughout the rest of the train journey, and only when they drew to a halt in Hogsmeade, did Sirius' laughter subside.
"Firs' years over 'ere!" Barked a gigantic man with a bushy beard, at least twice the size of them and three times as large.
Gradually, the new students traipsed towards this giant specimen as he informed them they would be rowing across the lake in boats. It was only drizzling, but by the time they finally arrived at the castle, anyone would think they'd been out in a downpour.
"Whoopee!" Cackled something as it soared through the air. "What fun!"
The foul, yet familiar stench of dungbomb filled James' nostrils as whatever it was dropped a dozen of the things down on them.
"That will do Peeves." A tall, but youngish witch with a bony face and her hair tied in a bun. She removed the smell with a flick of her wand. "I am Professor McGonnagal, Deputy Headmistress. The sorting ceremony is about to begin. You will be called up in alphabetical order to put on the hat and sit on the stool, to be sorted into the correct house." As she turned to leave, many eyes lingered on Clive Abbott who would be the first to try on the hat.
"Yes, I know!" He hissed as yet more people turned.
They entered the Great Hall to find the night sky luminous above them, it glittered with stars and there were dark clouds lurking amongst the mass of blue. The four long house tables were becoming rapidly filled. There were candles floating in mid-air, a light contrast to the sky above.
James looked back into the Hall to see a small stool with a rather grubby looking hat perched on it.
The hat opened its 'mouth' and began its song.
(A/N: I copied this song from one of my other, erm, masterpieces. (Harry Potter and the Magician's secret) so I thought I should just give myself credit for that :-D)
Many Hundred Years ago, I said to you before, Hogwarts founders walked among us, In total they were four.
Said Gryffindor; the boldest were the ones mighty and just, Said Ravenclaw, the cleverest, to teach them, we must, Said Hufflepuff, I'll have them all, I won't have favourites from the throng, Said Slytherin; the ambitious ones will take over once I'm gone.
In past years, at Hogwarts school, We've created many great Wizards or witches, You see, at Hogwarts School, it's courage or virtue, It's not all about the riches.
You may belong in Gryffindor, And turn out to be brave, Or maybe you're a Slytherin, Ambition they do crave.
Or perhaps you are a Hufflepuff, Who are just and true, Or maybe you're a Ravenclaw, The cleverest, maybe you.
You'll never know if you don't try me on, I'm clear as crystal you see, The sorting hat will find your house, That sorting hat is me.
"Abbot Clive." Rang Professor McGonnagal's voice.
James watched as Clive pulled the hat over his head and waited for its decision.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Roared the hat and Clive Abbott leapt to his feet and bounced over to the Hufflepuff table, shooting happy looks over at the other first years.
James tried to catch Sirius' eye but he was staring fixedly at the Slytherin table, where his cousins sat, smirking. James scanned the Ravenclaw table to find Oliver White and saw that to his disappointment, his search was ungratified as he was watching the sorting so carefully, James didn't think he would have got his attention if he had shouted in his ear.
After Daisy Atkin and Robert Barcel were sorted into Ravenclaw, Sirius' name was called. He trudged slowly towards the hat, as though facing his execution and pulled it over his head. James was not really sure if Sirius was quite as determined as he was to be in Gryffindor. There was silence for a very long time. Then... "GRYFFINDOR!" Called the hat. James laughed as he watched Bellatrix fall off the bench and Narcissa gaze in horror at the Gryffindor table, where Sirius gave her a sarcastic wave. Even many of the other students were surprised to see that finally one of the 'royal' blacks had been sorted into Gryffindor.
Harry saw Sirius look angrily at Remus Lupin as he too was made a Gryffindor, then as Peter Petigrew was made the same. "Potter James!" Came McGonnagal's voice. James walked nervously towards the hat and pulled it on. His last thoughts were... what would it like to be in Ravenclaw?
"Ravenclaw eh?" Came a voice from his head. 'NO!' James thought frantically. 'I've got no brains!' "Now that's where you're very wrong indeed..." Came the voice again. 'I don't want to be in Ravenclaw!' James thought again. "Ah, here we are... yes, plenty of courage, you're in for a surprise! I know exactly where to put you... GRYFFINDOR!" Called the hat. Relieved, James hurried over to the Gryffindor table where he saw Sirius give him the thumbs up and offer him the empty space to his right.
After Melissa Welchwood became a Slytherin, the sorting hat fell silent and Dumbledore got to his feet. James had heard he was quite a recently appointed headmaster. He was smiling down at the students with great pleasure. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" He said beaming down at the four house tables. "For the meantime however, you may begin." He smiled as the empty plates on the table were at once heaving with food. James and Sirius didn't need telling twice. That chocolate they had had on the train didn't seem like a mere few hours ago.
Remus Lupin shot them disgusted looks every now and then. "What?" Sirius asked grumpily the fifth time this happened. "You must be hungry as well, you didn't eat anything on the train."
"Actually, I think I've lost my appetite." Remus said turning back to his small mound of food.
James noticed that Sirius kept glancing over at the Slytherins, where many eyes were still upon him. Bellatrix hadn't touched her plate of food, and in her eyes, was a look of purest loathing.
When at last, the plates were cleared, James saw Dumbledore get to his feet. The hall fell silent, except for one third year girl who had been talking so loudly and excitedly, she hadn't noticed. "Yes Marjorie! I did always say you should never judge a cauldron by..." She announced, before falling silent as well.
"Just a few start of term notices," Dumbledore explained. "Mr Filch, the caretaker has reminded me to tell you that you should not use magic in the corridors, and there is a list of, what is it now... two hundred and fifty seven objects that are banned from Hogwarts. Quidditch tryouts will begin on the second week of term. I believe that is all."
"Now that is strange." Came a rather bored voice. Whipping around, James came face to face with...
"Nearly headless Nick!" Shouted a Gryffindor fifth year.
"Please," The ghost protested, closing his eyes as though praying for patience. "I prefer to be known by the name of..."
"Yes you told us last year." The fifth year reminded him.
"Well, I was going to request your thoughts on Dumbledore's mistake."
"What mistake?" A chorus of Gryffindors asked, edging nearer.
"He failed to mention the Forest." Nearly Headless Nick said.
"What forest?" James and Sirius asked the ghost.
"The forest in the grounds. It had been proved dangerous for many years, no headmaster has ever failed to remind us."
"So, it's not forbidden this year?" James asked. What could be dangerous about a mass of trees?
"Of course it is! Perhaps he just forgot." Nearly Headless Nick glided past the Gryffindors and came to rest next to the Fat Friar of Hufflepuff.
A/N: Finally! I've written another. I know it's a bit boring at the moment, it DOES get interesting though. PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you to everyone who has!