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CHAPTER 5: Hogwarts

(Anna... Erm, yeah, she wrote this all.)

James awoke to find Remus and Sirius talking about something. "Where he's gone-"Sirius was saying.

"Where who's gone?" asked James, yawning and rumpling his hair.

"Peter," said Remus, "He's off somewhere. We woke up and he was gone."

"Well, it's early, so we don't have any classes yet. Let's go down and look for him," said James.

Once dressed, the three boys went looking for Peter. It was difficult, because Hogwarts was so very large a castle, with so many secret passageways and such.

"If we ever find him, we should draw a map of Hogwarts," Sirius muttered. "We've seen so much of it just on the first day."

"Yeah, and I bet no one's ever made a map of Hogwarts!" James said excitedly.

"Maybe we'd find Peter faster if we split up," suggested Remus.

"Yeah, meet up back at the Great Hall at..." Sirius looked down at his watch, "Eight-o-clock for breakfast, whether we find him or not."
"Aye-aye, cap'n," James joked. To interest himself while searching, he dreamed of that map... Tiny halls and statues danced in his fantasy, and before he knew it, his watch, having heard Sirius say 'eight-o-clock', announced "Breakfast time!"

Back at the Great Hall, neither Sirius nor Remus had had any luck finding Peter. "Where can he have gotten off to?"

"I say we search 'til about 8:45," said James. "That leaves us fifteen minutes to find our first class."

The three bolted down a quick breakfast which none of them remembered afterwards, and went off together to find Peter.

Walking hopefully down a newly found corridor, they heard someone's voice. But it wasn't Peter's. It was Snape's.

"Peter Pettigrew," Snape said, "You are of an inferior race, Mudbloods, and have been soiling the young members of three perfectly good pureblood houses with your filth. Your punishment is to be used as a practice target for spell casting. Perhaps now you will choose your friends more carefully, among other Mudbloods."

Burning with rage and indignation on behalf of Peter, James stepped into the room. "He's chosen his friends fine!"

"We won't abandon him," agreed Sirius from behind him.

"We don't care what sort of family he's got," James said.

"I know a certain pureblood that isn't worthy to lick Peter's shoes," said Sirius. The three boys stood together in the doorway, wands out. Faced with this union, the two who had been watching Snape scampered.

Snape knew what pureblood Sirius meant. "Imperio!" he shouted, pointing his wand at James. And then James was floating, floating...

Snapping suddenly back to reality, James held out his wand. Though unsure what he could do in a fight-he didn't know a bit of magic. Luckily for him, Snape ran off.

"Here, Peter," said James, helping him up.

"Thanks," he said, "I don't deserve you guys."

"Nor do I," Remus whispered, so quietly no one had heard.

"Of course you do! Don't listen to Snape- he's a git!" said James, "Peter, we've still got-"he checked his watch "Ten minutes to eight forty-five, then fifteen minutes to get to class!" it announced squeakily without being asked. Peter jumped.

"First pictures, now watches, how can Muggles get on without magic?" asked Sirius.

"Dunno," said James, "but, like I was saying, we can go get breakfast, we've got time."

"But we already ate!" said Sirius, "Y'can't still be hungry?!"

"I haven't eaten!" Peter piped up.

"Well, that's three votes for second breakfast, I guess," said Remus, "Or if you're not hungry, Sirius, we can do something else while James and Peter eat, I don't mind..."

"Nah, we'll all eat, let's go!" said Sirius.

"But-"said Peter, scurrying to keep up, "Where do we get breakfast?"

"In the Great Hall, didn't you hear that Prefect yesterday?"

"But where is the Great Hall? I can't find it and I've been up since dawn 'cause I knew I'd have trouble finding my way but this is ridiculous- the pictures keep moving, I'm sure half the staircases I've gone down went to different places than I came from when I went back up and look at this-"he went over to the nearest door and pulled it open. Right behind it was a solid wall with blue-flowered wallpaper. "It doesn't go anywhere at all! This place is insane, how'm I s'posed to find anything-"

"With a map?" James suggested.

"They gave out maps?! Why didn't I get one?"

"No, no, there are no maps of Hogwarts, but imagine- if we were to make the first one..."

"How can we make a map when we can't even find the Great Hall-"

"Who said we couldn't? Where d'you think we had our first breakfast at, Peter? The Great Hall's that way- yeah, just up the stairs, and then turn right..."

"Why did they make a castle like this- doors that lead to no where... trick staircases-"Peter grumbled under his breath.

They reached the Great Hall with minutes to spare, got down breakfast (or in James, Sirius, and Remus's case, second breakfast), and grabbed a first year course schedule each. This Wednesday was:

9:00 Charms- Classroom 7, Professor Flitwick

10:30 Herbology- Greenhouse 1, Professor Sprout

12:00 Lunch- Great Hall, recess permitted in House common room or outdoors

1:00 Care of Magical Creatures- Classroom 6, Professor Kettleburn

2:30 Astronomy- Classroom 4, Professor Baker and Sinistra

If you are uncertain where a classroom is, a Prefect will be happy to direct you to it.

"What kind of classes are those?" asked Peter. "I mean- I knew Hogwarts would be different from non-magic schools, but I expected- you know, sort of the same classes- plasma magic class- and what's the deal with all the classes being in different classrooms?"

"Shouldn't they be?" asked James confusedly, "So- these classes are different? What do they learn in Muggle schools?"

"Er... Science, and, um, Math, and... Reading..."

"Reading? What d'you need to go to school to learn that for? Besides, you wouldn't learn to read 'til you were eleven- Muggles are so weird- wait, you mean you can't read yet?!"

"'Course I know how to read," said Peter, offended. Then some of what James had said sunk in. "What?! Wizards don't go to school 'til they're eleven?!" Peter cried.

"Of course not, can you imagine the mayhem if a little kid got their hands on a wand- they could hurt themselves-"said Sirius, surprised.

"But- what do they do- how do they learn..."

"Learn what?" said Remus confusedly.

Peter looked from one young wizard to another, clearly at a loss for words.

"Eight forty-five, fifteen minutes for find Charms Class," announced James's watch brightly.

"Right," said Sirius, still looking at Peter strangely. "Classroom seven- I think I saw it up that way- let's go."

Sirius did indeed remember where the Charms classroom was, and the fifteen minutes they'd left themselves to find it were spent sitting in the desks, watching a tiny little wizard (Professor Flitwick, presumably,) readying notes and piling large books behind his desk on the floor, James assumed for standing on, as the desk hid the short wizard completely from view. The first student to come in was the tall, curly blonde girl James had watched be sorted into Gryffindor, accompanied by another face familiar from sorting, with shoulder-length brown hair. A few minutes wait, then a group of five: four boys- short with stick up hair worse than James's, long and lanky, tall and brown-haired, and one of average height with long, white-blonde hair. The girl following them was pretty and had short, silky-brown hair. A short time passed, then a rather plain girl, followed a few seconds later by something weird, even for a wizard-five seemingly identical strawberry blonde girls in a tight-knit group. After wiping his glasses thoroughly, James concluded that they were five girls, and he wasn't just seeing things. Cool! He thought- some classes get twins, but we get quints- he stared at them a bit more- he'd never even seen triplets...

A few more people sat down, then Professor Flitwick climbed up on his books. "Settle down, first years, settle down while I call roll-" but another girl came in just then. A certain redhead.

"Sorry, Professor," apologized Lily Evans, "I only found the classroom-"

"Quite alright, young lady, I was just about to call roll. Find your seat, so I can begin."
James's eyes followed Lily to her seat, but he had to listen to roll so he didn't miss his name.

Again, "Black, Sirius," was the first on the list, then Dooley, Michaela; Evans, Lily (James grinned); Hagan, Alissia; Horida, Hirato; Jonouchi, Katsuaya; Liberski, Allison; Lupin, Remus; Mazaki, Anza; Mutou, Yugi; Pettigrew, Peter; Potter, James ("Here!"); Read, Douglas; Ryou, Bakura; Stripey, Isis; Weasley, Daisy; Weasley, Lily; Weasley, Misty; Weasley, Sally; and Weasley, Violet.

After this, Professor Flitwick told them about a kind of charm they were going to learn, including one that interested them all, making things fly- and started teaching them their first spell, a simple one, 'Blancus' to turn things white. They took notes on how to move the hand, how to pronounce it Flitwick had told them an amusing story about a wizard who'd accidentally turned a doxy into a buffalo rather than paralyzing it because of incorrect pronunciation.

At the end of class, Flitwick passed out small pieces of colorful parchment that they were to turn white. "Blancus," said James, twirling his wrist. "Wait, that's not right- you twirl it like that..." he muttered. "Blancus!" he repeated. The lurid orange faded to pearly white. "I did it!" he said happily.

"Me too, mate!" said Sirius on his right, holding up a once-blue scrap of parchment.

"I can't seem to get it right-"said Remus. "It's a bit paler green, but-"

"Here, you need to move your wrist like this," said James, showing him.

"Blancus!" said Remus. The parchment turned white.

"How'd you do that?" asked Peter.

"Okay, wave your wand like this-"

"Like that?"

"No, too much twirl- it's a wrist thing..."

"Blank-is!" said Peter, shaking his wrist.

"No, you've got to-"

"Class ends in ten minutes, I'm going to come round and see if you've made any progress-"squeaked Flitwick over various voices saying Blancus! Blancus!

"Oh, help..." moaned Peter, "What if he sees I can't do it-"he put his head down on the desk.

"He won't," said James. "Get up, and we'll fix your spell before he comes 'round. Right- watch carefully now- now move your wand like that- no. Act like you're making a little circle, then stop suddenly right there- good, you've done it. Now, it's Blahn-kuss," he said, sounding it out slowly and clearly. "Just a bit more emphasis on the Blahn- let me hear you say it now-"

"Blan-cus," said Peter nervously.

"Good! Now get your wand, and try again."

"Blancus." The deep purple sheet lightened just a bit.

"You need to move your wand a bit faster, like me, see?"

"Blancus!" The paper turned white. "I did it! I can do magic! I can do magic!"

"Let me see, young man," squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Ah, yes- very good! You see, class, Mr. Pettigrew's done it!"

"They did it first-"murmured an embarrassed Peter, pointing at the three to his right.

"Really? Yes, I see! Splendid! Do you know, this is the only time I've had four in a first-year class master that spell in one day! Congratulations, and five points to Gryffindor each, I think, mmmm?"

When the bell rang the four ran down to the Great Hall to look at the twenty tiny rubies lying on the bottom of the Gryffindor Hourglass. "Twenty points on our first day!"

"First day's not over yet," said James.

"Thirteen hours, forty minutes until Thursday," said his watch helpfully.

"How long 'til next lesson?"

"Ten minutes until Herbology Class," the watch's tinny voice announced.

"Wasn't that in Greenhouse One or somewhere?" Peter asked the watch. It didn't answer.

"Y'can't ask a watch that," said James amusedly, "It only tells the time."

"It's ten-twenty-one AM," said the watch helpfully.

"What, do Muggle watches tell where stuff is?"

"No, they do even less than magic watches..."

"Anyway, we'd better get to Greenhouse one," said Sirius, "Does anyone know where it is?"

"We could ask a Prefect," suggested Remus.

"Nah," said James," If we're going to make a map of Hogwarts we've gotta be able to find things for ourselves, or else how can we expect to guide others?"

"Guess that makes sense," said Remus.

"The greenhouses have gotta be outside, don't they?" said Sirius.

"Yeah, so out through the Entrance Hall, this way!" said James, leading the way.

It was a warm day, with the blue of a lake and the yellowing leaves of a forest in the background, making it very colorful. Everything was still, and it looked like they had walked out the door into a painting.

A half-dozen glass-pane structures shone in the sun. "The greenhouses!" The four boys sprinted towards them. "Which one's Greenhouse One?"

"Er... I dunno... They all look the same to me..."

"Greenhouse One over here, chaps!" called a young witch with flyaway hair. "Once the other first years get here we can begin," Professor Sprout said.

Slowly the rest of the class found them. There was Lily, the curly blonde, and the Weasley quints, but the rest of the class was different- including honey-blonde Eric and a girl vaguely familiar from the Sorting. Abruptly, James guessed that each class had the first years from two different house- and sure enough, all the newcomers' badges proclaimed them Ravenclaws. So- the others- Lily and the rest of the girls- will be in all the same classes as us! Brilliant! All my classes are with Lily! James thought, I'll be able to talk to her sometime!

"Right, then," said Professor Sprout when everyone had arrived and settled down, "First year we'll be learning about common plants that are used in potion making, but not inherently magical. Today we'll be caring for Black Nightshade. Can anyone tell me what they know about the Black Nightshade plant? No?

"Well, Black Nightshade is quite common, even in Muggle gardens, though they consider it a weed. Various parts of it are used in potions, though all of it is poisonous and should not be eaten. Now, listen, I don't want our first class together to be a bad one- Do not eat the Black Nightshade plant unless it has been properly prepared in a potion. Got that? Good, we can get started, then."

They spent this class, until the lunch bell, tending small, bushy, green –and-white Black Nightshade plants, then headed in to wash up for lunch. After their sandwiches they had a rousing discussion of the merits of various Quidditch teams that were still in the running for the Cup, finally asked by a bewildered Peter what sport they were talking about- he'd never heard of any Wimbourne Wasps-

Again they were the first to arrive at the classroom and they found that they were again with the Hufflepuffs as their Charms class straggled in- one at a time or in groups.

"Ahem," a rough voice cleared its throat at the front of the class. Professor Kettleburn was an intense, tough-looking wizard with a hook where his right hand should have been. Three half-healed, parallel scratches ran under one eyes, as though something had raked him with its claws. "Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures class, First Years," he rasped. "In the first year, we will not be doing much with living creatures. Though we will see some, most of our time this year will be spent studying them so we know how to act when we encounter them. Each day I will put you with a partner. I expect you to cooperate with that partner on the mission that has been set for you-"his glaring eyes seemed to say or else, "Any questions?" he growled menacingly. James wouldn't have dared to raise his hand for a million galleons. "Good," he grunted when no one spoke.

"When I've told you who your partner is you will proceed to the library, where you and your partner will look up the information to write a report on how beasts are classified differently from beings and the history of that classification. You will turn in the report at the end of class. You and your partner will receive the same grade, so it is in your best interests to work together to make the best report possible, understood? Very well."

To James's relief, he was partnered with Sirius. They high-tailed it to the library as fast as they could without running. "Right, then," said Sirius, "We'd better get started, I don't want to think about what he'd do if we didn't turn one in on time-"

As the rest of the class filed in in pairs, Sirius and James grabbed a few likely-looking volumes, then sat at a corner table to sort through them. The text book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, was helpful, as was Wizard's Council to Ministry of Magic- A Study of Non-humans in Government. By the end of class they had managed a very good report, they thought, at least, and handed it in before leaving to Astronomy.

They'd passed Classroom 4 looking for Peter, so they had little trouble finding it again. Professor Baker was a nice old man, and Sinistra was a young woman apparently learning how to be a teacher before she took any actual teaching post.

They spent Astronomy class chatting, as Professor Baker thought everyone should get to know each other and make friends. At the end of class he announced, "All right, everybody, you've all got to have checkups with Madam Pomfrey and Hr. Barclay right after class, so I'm going to take you on to the Hospital Wing now. There's a periodic checkups for everyone, so we know you're healthy. Whenever you get a checkup, the teachers will send an owl with the results of that checkup along with your grades home to your family. Right, now. Hospital Wing's over here."

They all squeezed into the little room. "Right, First Years, Gryffindor," said a witch's voice, though James couldn't see over the others' heads where she was. "I'll call your names-no, I'll just grab the nearest one, how'll that be, then we won't have as much trouble finding them in this-"

James edged around the crowd, Sirius close behind him. He'd seen an open space through all the feet- There. A short hall between the room they were in and Hr. Barclay's office. It was blocked off with a 'Work in Progress' sign attached to a rope, but James ducked under it, then Sirius. It was so crowded no one noticed this bit of rule-breaking, and James wasn't about to stand out in that crowd if he could escape it this easily. "Where d'you reckon Peter and Remus are?"

"Probably lost them back there," replied Sirius, indicating the milling mass of voices and fellow First-years.

"Right," said James, examining the corridor. Its walls were of dark wood panels, which, combined with the lack of torches, made if very shadowy place indeed... In fact, that shadow over there...

Startled, James stepped in to get a closer look. A girl, about fourth-year by the looks of her, was crouched there with her ear pressed to the door of Hr. Barclay's office. Spotting him, she pressed a finger to her lips and mouthed, grinning mischievously, "Listen." James and Sirius pressed their own ears to the door., A man's voice from inside insisted excitably:

"I tell you, the kid's a psychopath! I have studied psychology for twenty-four years, Dumbledore, and all the signs show-"

"I do not believe Penny to be a psychopath, a sociopath, or any other kind of path you have accused her of being, Reginald," answered an old man's voice.

James heard an almost stifled giggle, and turned to the girl. "I'm psycho!" she mouth and then lapsed into silent giggles. When she had control of herself, she whispered, "I'm trying for multiple personalities next!"

"You did that?" he whispered back. "You messed with-"

"With his emotional checkup. It's great fun, you should try it sometime!"
"Er... No thanks..." whispered James, imagining what his mum would do if his checkup proclaimed him a psychopath.

"Well," she said, pressing her ear to the door again, "They're almost done, we'd better get out of here before Broccoli comes out here and assumes we're plotting to murder him or something. I'm psycho, remember? The pathetic thing is that he really believes that."

They ducked out from under the rope. "See you, then, and mind you don't behave yourselves!" she said, heading through a much emptier room to the door.

"Cool," said Sirius. "I'd try it myself, but-"

"I know, I'd rather not deal with people who think I'm psycho."

"Peter and Remus must've already gone," remarked Sirius.

There was only the two of them, the curly blonde and Lily Evans, who was chatting animatedly to the blonde with her back to them. Suddenly, James had an inspiration. Coming up slowly, quietly behind her, he grabbed a singly strand of hair between two fingers, then pulled. Lily didn't noticed the one hair and kept talking as James slipped quietly as possible back to stand by Sirius.

"What'd you do that for?"

James shrugged, but was saved from answering by Dumbledore and a disgruntled-looking man sweeping out of the Hospital Wing, Barclay still trying to continue Dumbledore that Penny was a raving lunatic.

Soon after, Madam Pomfrey pulled James into the check-up room.

Many prods, pinches and pokes later she pronounced him healthy and sent him on his way- out a different door to the Great Hall for dinner.

James quickly found Peter at the Gryffindor table. "Have you seen Remus?" he asked.

"No, he wasn't there when I got my check-up-"

"I know, he went before me, but I can't find him..."

This seemed to satisfy Peter, who immediately started on some pork. James, however, still asked Sirius if he had seen Remus, by any chance. But Sirius said he hadn't.

"Oh, I'm sure he's just gone up to the common room or something. Or maybe he's gone to bed early, he looked tired..."

But James was thinking of Peter's disappearance this morning. What if Snape had decided on revenge?

Remus was not in the common room when they went through the portrait hole, nor in the dormitory of four-poster beds they'd slept on last night.

"He's all right," Sirius assured them, too often to just be reassuring them, James thought.

Remus did not come back all night, and in the morning James resolved to tell a teacher he was missing.

At breakfast the next morning, he got his chance. Professor McGonagall, the stern witch who had told them about sorting and houses and such when they'd first arrived, was pacing around the tables and making sure everyone behaved.

"Er... Professor, Remus, he's another Gryffindor First year, he didn't get back after the checkup yesterday, and we think someone's-"

"Mr. Lupin will be back shortly, Mr. Potter," she interrupted.

"What? Where's he gone? How shortly?-"

"Where Mr. Lupin has gone is his own business, Potter, and he will be back shortly.

"But, Professor-"

"I will not repeat myself again, Potter. You'd best be off to class, the bell will be ringing shortly."

"Shortly, shortly, everything's shortly," James muttered as she turned on her heel and marched over to tell off some second-years for throwing oranges at each other.

"So, is she gonna find Remus?" asked Sirius, who had just come up behind him.

"She knows where he is, but she won't tell me, all she'll say is he'll be back shortly..."

"He's all right, then?" said Peter, joining them.

"I guess so, she said he'd be back..."

"Stop worrying, James, he's okay, he'll be back..."

"Guess you're right. What class have we got first?"

"History of Magic, Classroom 2- that one, see it?"

"Right, then we'd better be getting over there."

History of Magic was taught by an ancient-looking wizard named Binns. When the bell rang, he started to recite, without preamble, and in a monotonous drone, the doings of Medieval wizards: "Then the Muggle boy she had stirring the potion burned his hand on it and then he was a wizard because the potion which has never been duplicated made Muggles into wizards or witches and then she got mad at him and-"

It would be interesting enough if he'd act like it was a story... thought James, but like this it gets real it gets real tedious- "And then the boy went to the king of Cornwall and her said-"

James managed to listen to most of it (with difficulty), but he was glad to escape with the bell.

"Dull class, wasn't it?" commented Sirius, "Oh, well, there had to be one boring one... Defense Against the Dark arts next, Room 3..."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts they learned Expelliarmus, the disarming charm. James was the first to master it, followed a second later by Sirius, and earning Gryffindor House ten more points.

In the next class, Transfiguration, which was governed by the stern witch who had refused James in formation on Remus's whereabouts, Professor McGonagall. They took complicated notes before attempting to turn a matchstick into a needle. He surprised everyone, including himself, by doing it the first time. Sirius managed it not long after. Peter was given homework with the rest of the class, as James and Sirius had been the only ones to do it properly.

The last class of the day, Potions, was taught by the Quidditch coach. She said any First Years interested in flying lessons could come by the Quidditch pitch after lessons and have a go on the school brooms after she explained it.

"No fair," whined Peter, following the Gryffindors back to the common room. "Why'd I have to do homework and you two get to do what you want?"

"'Cause we can turn a match into a needle, that's why," said James. "Practice it and you won't get homework next time."

"So-er- what d'you want to do?" asked Sirius once they were alone in the Entrance Hall.

"Did you want to- I dunno- go to the –er...flying"

"Yeah," said Sirius, relieved. "I-I've never done it before..."

"Really? Me neither! My mum thinks I'll get hurt-"

"It's not a proper occupation of a Black's time," mimicked Sirius in a high, nasal voice.

James laughed. "Okay, this is great! I was worried I'd be the only one who hadn't ridden a broomstick before!"

They arrived on the Quidditch pitch. The risers stood fifty feet high all around them, and James could imagine the cheers of an invisible crowd as he, James, stepped onto the field...

But the only other person there was the Potions teacher, Professor Pandora. "Come for the flying lessons? Good. We'll start now and if anyone else comes, we'll just review. Right, hand over brooms..." James and Sirius held out their hands over two of the brooms lying on the grass. "... And say up."

"Up!" James and Sirius chorused, and the brooms jumped to their waiting hands.

"Now, mount it like this-"they imitated here, "And you may go when I blow the whistle- with the two of you I don't have to worry so much about someone getting into trouble and me not noticing, you see how that all works out nicely? Right, then- three, two, one..." She blew the whistle.

If James had ever had any doubts about flying, they were washed away the second he rose into the air. This is amazing! he thought, the wind ruffling his already messy hair as he tried a swoop that skimmed his toes on the leaves, making them fly up in little clouds and whirlwinds in his slipstream. Behind him, he heard Sirius laugh out of pure exhilaration. The boys raced from one end of the field to the other. "Whoo!" came James's delighted cry. Encouraged by Sirius's answering whoop, he let out a longer Whoo-hoo! that echoed through the clear cool afternoon air.

AbbieNormal182- The first chapter is just comparing them... It's kind of confusing. And yup, James is silly. Well, we make him silly at least. But we're all silly people, Anna, Beth and I, so I guess you can blame us. Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you're still writing your stories.

Loki Mischeif-Maker- Thanks! Your review is greatly appreciated. Anna has great ideas, I know... her parallel thing in the first chapter is great.

I'm really confused... I must've answered Erica and Megan's reviews in Snape... shrugs Ah well.