D/N: We don't own anything of the Harry Potter world that all belongs to J.K. Rowling

Authors' Note: A note on this fanfiction that it is not written just by me, Tookdreamer but by two other good friends of mine. Their names are A.Bluestar and Moonkists1. So in order for you guys to keep it straight who is writing what I will place the author here on the chapters. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: At the Beginning... and the Start

By: A.Bluestar

It was hard to discern where the black of the water ended and the clear black of the sky began on that August night six years ago. Even the very stars in the sky were reflected cooly upon the surface of the waters leading to Hogwart's School of Magic. The only telling sign of whether you were staring into the heavens or not were the occassional flickers of the lamps attatched at the front ends of the many boats being lead through the water, carrying the first years.

Well back from the boat carrying the Care of Magical Creatures instructor, a boat was occupied by three boys with jet-black hair, towards the front of the boat, another lighter haired boy sat watching the waters pensively as the other three conversed.

The tallest of the boys had a close cropped haircut, and looked a bit untidy despite his very handsome face and fine quality robes. He let out a short hard laugh that sounded almost like a dog's bark.

"So you're related to BOTH of the Bourne Witches?" the tallest boy asked across the boat.

On the other side a shorter boy with slightly longer hair, equally untidy, shifted a bit before replying. "Well- er, yeah. One's my sister, the other is my mother..."

"Wow!" started the taller boy sounding genuinely impressed. "That's got to be some legacy to live up to!" he laughed again, looking somewhat pleased. The shorter boy frowned briefly, uneasily. "Like I didn't know..." he thought to himself staring fixedly at the boat's bottom, the walls of the castle advancing closer to the boat.

"And you?" the taller boy began again, this time to the curly-haired boy sitting silently beside the shorter. His eyes were dark, and obscured a bit in the shade of his hair. He remained quiet for a moment, seeming to be waiting for a proper question to be posed.

"Me?" the curly-haired boy asked, finally. It seemed the taller boy wasn't going to offer a proper question after all.

"Yeah... well, who are you?" the taller boy elaborated, sounding a bit surprised he needed to explain any further.

The curly-hair boy remained silent for a minute longer, looking out into the water.

"Lunem. I'm Chris Lunem." he said curtly.

The taller boy looked momentarily crossed before he really took in the name.

"Lunem? Wasn't your mother a Seer? Pretty famous if I recall..."

The curly haired-boy held his silence a moment longer, looking entirely transfixed upon the water. "I really wouldn't know... anyway, we're here."he said motioning to the banks alongside Hogwarts.

Just a few minutes later, the shorter boy found himself just a few people behind the taller boy from the boat. Much further behind him Lunem stood, eyes cast to the floor. The shorter boy fought the urge to join Lunem in the inspection of the Great Hall's floor, and instead looked up at the beautiful clear night sky across the Hall's ceiling. The only indication they weren't still actually outside were the candles set upon air to either side,

floating.

A witch looking to be in her fifties called out after surveying a scroll of parchment through square framed glasses. "Black, Sirius!"

Looking back down from the ceiling he saw the taller boy looking confident under the sorting hat. The seam across it's mouth looking as thoughtful as a hat possibly could. The hat seemed to be weighing his options closely.

"Black, eh? Well... hmm. I think we both know what house your family would want..." the hat started, and Sirius looked scornfully towards an eager-looking Slytherin table.

"...but, you don't seem quite like the rest... Slytherin would certainly fancy your heritage, however..." Sirius flashed a look of worry at this, quickly regaining his cool expression once he noticed the looks from the other students. "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table cheered, as the Slytherins looked about at each other in a shared disbelief. The square-spectacled witch returned to her parchment and quickly yelled another name.

"Botts, Abby!"

The shorter boy resumed his inspection of the night's sky, before the cheers from the Hufflepuff table brought him to the realization he was next.

"Bourne, Matthew!" called the witch, and he quickly made his way to the small stool. As soon as he had taken his seat the hat was placed upon his head. It was a tad oversized, but managed to stay perched upon him. Matt looked up to see the underside of the ancient brim. A voice started from above him.

"Oh well, this one's an easy one isn't it? Course'... your mother had great success in Gryffindor. But you and your sister..." Matthew looked up, a bit surprised how chatty the hat seemed, one-sided though the conversation was.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat decided.

Matt sprung up quickly, he had been certain he'd follow the example of ONE of his relatives, but was admittedly a bit relieve he wouldn't be stuck with the comparison to his mother's history at Gryffindor. He took his place among the other Ravenclaw students selected. Only two of the eventual five girls had yet been chosen, and Matthew was the fourth of the five boys to be sorted for this year. After around two minutes, another two girls had joined the table, and Matthew looked around nervously to the rest of the sorting.

The curly-haired boy from the boat, Chris Lunem had just sat down and had the hat placed upon his bush of wild black hair. The hat took no time in deciding.

"RAVENCLAW!"

And with that Chris quickly stood, removing the hat and handing it off, promptly taking a seat at the cheering Ravenclaw table. Chris himself seemed unphased by the entire matter, as though he had rather expected everything already. He sat unceremoniously beside Matthew. Matt looked at the floor for a moment before turning to Chris.

"So, I guess you and I will be seeing plenty of each other." he said, thinking just a second later that it was obvious he had nothing even remotely interesting to say. To his relief, however, Lunem flittered a smiled and nodded in a knowing way.

"I'd say so."

The boy after Chris had just taken a seat at Hufflepuff, Matt had no idea what the boy's name had been. The next boy however looked nervously around, and advanced to the stool before the Witch reading the names could get all of his first name out.

"Lupin, Remus!" the witch said with an eyebrow cocked as she saw him already in his seat.

Matthew again had stopped paying attention, staring nervously around the various tables at several unenthused upperclassmen, obviously dozing off, staring blankly, or eagerly watching the table for the destined food. Without Matt noticing it the sorting seemed to had finished.

"Matt."

"Matt."

"Matt!"

Matthew shook his head clear of his daze, looking to his side, he was no longer sitting with the first years. That was six years ago, now he was seated behind them and watched as the last sorted first year walked to Slytherin. Beside him Chris had pursed his lips and looked boredly at the table, upon which he had charmed Sickle to hop back and forth. On his other side Sarah Greywand, a slim sixth year girl with a swan-like neck, sat. She rolled her eyes at the both of them before leaning in towards Matt to whisper.

"Tell Chris to at least discharm that before Dumbledore speaks, I'd like tohear what he has to say THIS year..." she said, sounding more resigned to the situation than exasperated by it. Considering she'd endured it for six years, Matt figured she was well aware Chris would pocket it before Dumbledore started, but habit made her request it anyway.

Just as Dumbledore stood up at the Teachers' Table, Matt looked about, surveying. He smiled at a group of Fifth Year girls at the Hufflepuff table. When a blonde smiled back and gave a soft wave, several others turned and whispered something to her, looking urgent and she stopped immediately. Matt stopped smiling and looked at the girl two down from the blonde, who shot him a grim look before sticking her tongue out. Matt turned back around, deciding Dumbledore was interesting after all.