Chapter 3

The next two classes flew by, Harry, though he couldn't remember ever learning it, knew some of the basics in most subjects. He was very behind though, which gave me the chance to offer myself as a tutor. I'm not the best student in the world, but I'm loads better then him. Finally it was time for lunch, the best period of the day.

"So did you bring a lunch?" I asked James as we walked downstairs, to the orange hall were I usually eat lunch.

"No, the lady gave me some money thought."

"Oh, well, we can get you some things out of the machine. No one goes to the cafeteria."

"Err…ok," he said a little reluctantly, "I think at my old school we would always eat in a dinning hall."

"That sucks," I said, pulling him over to the closes vending machine. When we had gotten him a pretty good-sized lunch of chips, candy bars, and a soda I lead him down the hall to were my friends sat.

I'm best friends with Sara McMillan and Laura Hill; it's a very sad site. We sit in the same place every day, just the two of us. Not that I mind much, I love being friends with them and hanging out, just the three of us. Anyway, back to the story. Laura and Sara seemed to agree with me on the James-is-totally-hot thing for they didn't seem to mind at all him sitting with us.

"So, James, how long are you staying here?" Laura asked giggling. She's the major flirt in the group.

"Err… I don't know. Until they find were I'm from I guess."

"Any you can't remember a thing?" Sara asked, she's the going-to-be-a-shrink-one-day kind of person.

"Just my name, or, well it might not be my name. Things keep coming back to me though, like just now, you reminded me of someone."

That just made Sara and Laura giggle, James smiled, did I mention that he has a great smile? Well he dose, when he smiles its like his whole face lights up, he turns into a different, happier person.

"So what do you do for fun around here?" He asked.

That got them off on a rant about how boring life in the suburbs is, I didn't mind. I just wanted to sit back and stare at James all day. That was until I realized what I had next.

"Oh, James can I see your schedule?" I asked, grabbing mine out of my bag as I spoke.

Sure enough, there under fifth period he had 'Study Period room 134' just like on mind. It was the same for sixth and seventh period too. That's when I realized that James Evens wasn't a muggle like I though, he was a wizard.

I guess I should explain this before you get completely lost. See, I'm a witch, and a rather good one if you ask me. I'm muggle-born I think, a muggle is a none magical person. When I was eleven I got a letter from the educational department in Washington offering magical courses in the public school system. I though it was a joke till I went to this meeting for muggle-borns, and well, I couldn't wait to start.

Then I learned that not all magic is simple, it takes a lot of hard work. So three periods a day, I go down to the magic wing and take lesions there. Its hidden of course, from the muggles, but we're one of the only schools in the district the offers magical courses, so I'm not complaining. Anyway, my dream was to one day study magic full time, at one of the magical collages, or in England. Anyway, back to James. He was in all my magical classes too, what a surprise. It was lucky he was so cool or I would have seriously hating my guidance consulter right now.

James it turned out was really good at anything magical. Especially this Defenses Against The Dark Arts class, which we had to take for some stupid reason. Its not like there are any lunatics trying to take over America, I heard they had one in England, Lord Valdemart, or something. At the time I didn't really care, it wasn't my problem. Little did I know how much it would become my problem.

During History of Magic, on of the most boring classes on earth, because it was only notes, the entire class, Laura and I passed notes. Did I mention that Laura and Sara are also witches? They are, muggle-borns too, we meet that first day, and it well, stuck.

Oh my God, you are so lucky (Sara)

Yes I am, he's so hot, I can't believe my luck (Me)

I have to agree, how did YOU end up with him? (Laura)

Thanks a lot. (Me)

I'm just saying, what are the chances a guy like that would be in ALL your classes? (Laura)

Don't know, anyway, isn't he so hot. Especially when he's trying to remember something. Its sucks that he lost all his memory. (Me)

That is a little strange. And why did he turn up here if he is English? (Sara)

Maybe he's running from someone. (Laura)

No one that nice can have someone who wants to kill him. (Me)

At the time I didn't know how wrong I was.