Disclaimer: The lyrics at the end of the chapter are from Linkin Park's Don't Stay and Somewhere I Belong.They do not belong to me.

Chapter Four - The Great Hall, among other things.

The grey bearded wizard stood and motioned for the students to stand and asked them to sing the Hogwarts Song. All of the students, except for the new first years joined in, each singing a different tune. As they finished, the wizard introduced himself as Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster. He then proceeded to tell them where they were and were not allowed to go. Blah, blah, blah, Sirius thought. Is anyone actually listening to this? He glanced at his friends to see if they were. James was looking at Dumbledore, hearing his every word. Lily and Remus were doing the same thing, their eyes looking as though they were popping out of their heads. Well, I'm not going to listen. He looked down at his silver platter and smiled, seeing a familiar face staring back at him. Oh! , he thought. Hello there! You are B-E-A-UTIFUL!!! Sirius 'said' to his reflection. He ran his hands through his hair and stared admiringly at himself. I don't know how any girls at this school are going to be able to resist you. You are gorgeous! He gave his reflection a dashing smile before looking up.

Dumbledore was still talking as Sirius looked across the table at Lily. She's pretty enough. Well, I suppose I could check to see if she's dateable. Hair: Long, red, curly and shiny. ( Oooooohhhhh! Shiny!!!) Most of these are pluses and hey, I've never dated a redhead before! Eyes: Bright green, very nice. Complexion: Bright and clean. Good thing acne hasn't hit her yet. Lips: Very luscious. Definitely kissable. Teeth: Straight and white, definitely a good (and rare) sign in a British girl. Figure: nice for an eleven year old. In fact, she looks more like a third year than a first year. Nice, very nice. Personality (not like it matters): Kind, funny, sweet, and enjoys talking to a couple of trouble makers. Well, overall verdict: Despite being almost too sweet, she's definitely dateable.

Sirius looked around the table and his eyes fell on another young girl. Well, well, well, he thought. Hello there.


Food magically appeared on the plates of all in the Great Hall including the Ravenclaws. Everyone ravenously started eating. Well. . . almost everyone. Dante Tyson was looking across the table at one of his newfound friends: Luna Sinistra. His dark, thoughtful, and intelligent eyes observed her face. Her eyes, he thought. They're like. . . the dark evening sky, deep blue, sparkling like the stars of the heav-

NO!!!!!!! NOT THE POETRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why do you always have to interrupt me?

Why do you always start in with that poetry crap?! It makes me sick!! I can't stand living in the mind of a MALE POET!

What's wrong with poetry?

You are a GUY. Get it straight. If you want people at school to think that you are straight, you have to stop with the poetry.

The girls in my neighborhood didn't seem to mind when I gave them compliments like that.

How old were you then? Seven?!

No, Actually that was a month ago.

AAAGGHH!!!!!!!!!! Great, now I'm in the mind of a GAY male poet.

I'M NOT GAY!!!!!!!! Besides, if you're so un-gay, then what would you say to the excessively pretty girl across the table?

I would say that she has a very nice figure for an eleven year old and I would ask her out.

The last time I listened to you and did something like that, the girl laughed in my face. So excuse me if I ignore your suggestion.

Fine. Don't blame ME if she thinks you're gay.

FINE!

FINE!

FINE!!

FINE!!

FINE!!!

FINE!!!

"FINE!!!! " Dante screamed. Everyone in Ravenclaw, including Luna, stared at him. "Ummm. . . sorry," he mumbled.

Later that night, after the feast, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and James Potter were in their dormitory getting ready for bed. Remus was unpacking his trunk, even though he had already changed into his pajamas: a t-shirt and flannel pants. His clothes were lying on his bed(because he had already unpacked them), and he was now unpacking his pictures. He paused after each one, remembering each moment in captures in the photographs. Baby Remus. Remus walking: Age three years old. Huh, he thought, before I was bitten. Before that-that monster changed me. Now I'm just that. A monster. I'm not even completely human. Remus looked around at Sirius, who appeared to be getting ready for bed, James, and Peter. They're lucky. They don't have to worry about the full moon, about keeping friends, about living. But they don't seem to mind you, now do they? They like you. Maybe. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

"Remus? Remus? Hello? Have you been hearing anything we've been saying?"Sirius

said. He had been standing in the bathroom trying to get his attention for the past five minutes.

"Ummm...yeah...sure I did..." Remus uneasily stammered.

Sirius gave Remus a questioning look, "Right..." he said. " So James, as you were saying…"

James, who was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling, said, "As I was saying, that guy Snape is such a JACKASS!"

"Speaking of asses…" Sirius said as James groaned, "that girl, Luna, who was I our train compartment, was HOT!!!" As he looked at his friend's blank expressions he asked, "Well, what did you guys think of her?"

"Eh…" James said, "She was pretty, but not hot. Now Lily Evans on the other hand…"

Blushing, Remus said, "Yeah, Luna was really pretty."

Sirius turned to Peter and asked, "Well Peter, what about you?"

"Well, she's pretty, I suppose. But if she really wants to accentuate her dark blue eyes and her figure, she should wear a red tube top with black pleather pants."

Sirius and the other boys didn't have time to comment on this because their thoughts were interrupted by Frank Longbottom (their dorm-mate) snoring.

" Okay everyone. Since Frank is…trying to sleep, we should probably get to bed also,"

Sirius said, falsely assuming the title of leader over his peers. The boys reluctantly obeyed and got into their beds. Remus pulled the covers up to his chin and returned to his previous thoughts, singing inside his head while drifting off to sleep. Sometimes I…need to remember just to breathe…Sometimes I…need you to STAY AWAY FROM ME! Why don't people understand that I need space? Honestly, fretting over me as though I were some lost puppy. Huh. A puppy. Good one Remus ...Sometimes I…in disbelief I didn't know…I didn't know that there were wolves in the forest, Mum. I didn't know that I'd get hurt. But your baby boy got bitten by a werewolf, a monster…Somehow I…need to be ALONE! ... Didn't the doctors tell you, Mum? I need to be alone to sort out my problems, my anxieties, and my faults…Don't stay…. I want to heal…I want to get better, Mum. I want to be like any normal bo-wizard. I want people to know that werewolves can be tame…I want to feel…like I'm close to something real…I want to find something I wanted all along…Somewhere I Belong….