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A/N: Just something that popped into my head. Read and Review?
James Potter brushed down his robes and desperately tried to flatten his hair before entering the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He stopped for a second at the entrance in amazement, remembering the obvious splendour of this hall, so severely different from his former school. He noted the table where his best friend was seated and headed towards him. He had only recently arrived to this school, and had just arrived from the Headmasters office were he was re-chosen into Gryffindor House the same house as his friend, who had arrived a week ago.
The reason for James' so sudden change in school was the death of his parents. High up in wizarding society the Potter Auror couple was in danger constantly, one of the reasons why James had been sent to a foreign school in his second year. And this danger had recently become fatal, and they had become the victims of the new Dark Wizard who called himself Voldemort. And now he had been transferred to Hogwarts School, one of the beat and safest wizarding schools, to be kept safe. Arriving on the last day of term, and being forced to stay during half of the summer vacation was also a part of the program it seemed. Luckily his best friend had forced his parents into transferring him as well. James seated himself next to Sirius Black, officially known as James Potter's beast buddy. Immediately his dark haired friend introduced him to two boys in their year and dormitory. James remembered them vaguely from his first year. The first boy had sandy-brown hair and brownish eyes tinted with amber; his name was Remus Lupin. The second boy was a bit smaller, and had a mousy face. His hair was dirty blond and his eyes watery-blue; his name was Peter Pettigrew. Vaguely in the background James could make out Headmaster Dumbledores announcement.
James wasn't even aware music had started playing until a beautiful voice rang trough the Hall. He turned slightly in his seat to face the stage were the teachers tables were placed. There stood a young girl, probably just turned fourteen, and she was singing in the most beautiful voice James had ever heard. Her dark red hair was plaited to one side and she was simply dressed in a black robe, but he hadn't seen anyone as beautiful as her in his whole life. Her eyes, which had been closed up to this point, he noted, were sparkling green against the peach of her skin. As suddenly as it had began it now ended, and the beautiful young girl left the stage blushing and seated herself with her friends further down the Gryffindor table. And in a daze James applauded with the others.
And it wasn't until he crept into his old bed in his old dormitory that he realised that he hadn't even noticed which song she was singing...