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A/N: Very weird, but still!
Hogwarts.
1st of December, 1973.
"Potter! Black! Lupin! Pettigrew!" The Mauraders had done it again, at this very moment they were fleeing from the great hall. The fear of professor McGonnagals wrath were strong in every student that had, were and ever was going to attend Hogwarts, and especially Gryffindor, while she was a professor there. This day the mischievous boys had managed to start a food war in the Great Hall, the only one of the professors attending it were the headmaster himself, Albus Dumbledore. But then, Albus Dumbledore had never been like an ordinary professor. Three of the boys, James, Sirius and Remus, made it to the grounds, the fourth, Peter, had escaped to Griffindor Tower, where McGonnagal would, no doubt, find him, and most probably punish him with detention and loss of house points. The boys strolled around in The Forbidden Forest for a while, unaware of the darkness that slowly crept around them. The first they noticed were the cold, but they easily transfigured their cloaks thicker. It was when they made it to a glade they first saw the sky, filled with stars. But the stars didn't keep their attention long, for in the glade were flowers growing, as though it was still summer. Everywhere else the snow were lying thick, but this glade seemed to be untouched by its surroundings. The only flowers that bloomed here, though, were lilies, viols and dahlias. In the midst were three trees, standing tall and slim in the midst of all. What caught their eyes where the colour full leaves of these trees. They were red, black and golden.
As they went closer they felt as if eyes looked upon them, piercing them with knowledge. But still, the trees looked lonely and sad. Like they were lost in the wood, hoping for someone to find them. Wanting someone to find them.
The trees reminded them of girls, naturally since that is how boys think, how the trees curved in all the right places... They felt something human about these trees. James touched the trunk of the red leafed tree. It felt smooth. Smoother than anything he'd ever felt before. A branch lightly touched his shoulder and a warm feeling spread through his body. After several hours they walked out of the glade, each one of them secretly vowing to come back.