A/N: Wow! I really, really, REALLY, wasn't expecting to get so many
reviews! Thank you so much! I'm so happy that all you beautiful people like
my story! Tear This definitely WON'T be a one shot, so PLZ keep reading
and reviewing! Also, I'm going to try to space this chapter out a bit more,
after receiving quite a bit of feedback that the first was rather crowded.
So once again- thank you all very much! Enjoy!
xox Jade
P.S: They announced the official title for the 6th HP novel- it's going to
be called "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prints" This information is also
posted on J.K Rowling's site.
Beams
Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing at Kings Cross Station,
platform nine and three quarters, right in front of the Hogwarts Express.
He turned to check if Ron and Hermione were still beside him, and found,
with a feeling of relief, that they were.
Ron's mouth had fallen open, he was staring at the train disbelievingly, as
if certain it was all a dream. Hermione waved a hand impatiently in front
of his face, rolling her eyes. Harry thought that for someone who had never
exactly used a pensieve before, (or anything else of the sort for that
matter)she didn't look too shocked.
Ron snapped out of his trance.
"Which memory is this?" He asked, still in wonder.
"Well, it's definately the start of term, but which year?" Hermione
responded, looking around the station for familiar faces, or any clues that
could help them uncover the moment. Beside her, Harry was doing the same,
and having just as little luck, until he turned around, and spotted a boy
with messy jet-black hair and glasses, a few feet away, talking to his
parents.
"Now James, hurry up dear, before the train leaves and you're stuck without
a seat the entire ride!" The boy's mother urged him on. She was a beautiful
woman, with a fairly slim figure, and angelic features.
"Yes mom, don't worry." The boy answered, appearing slightly annoyed of her
nagging. Harry saw the woman hug her son one last time before he set off,
trunk in hand, to find a compartment on the train.
Harry beamed- he had found his father. He nudged Ron and Hermione, who were
oblivious to what he had just heard, and still continuing their own
separate searches.
"What is it, did you see someone?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah, my father!"
"FOR REAL?" Ron thundered.
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione ordered. "Which way did he go, Harry?"
Harry pointed towards the train.
"Come on, let's go! We've got to try to get the same compartment as him!"
He told his friends, hurriedly.
"Wait a second- are you saying that we're actually going to board the
train?" Ron asked, looking worried.
"Ron are you stupid?" Hermione snapped at him.
"NO!" He replied, defensively, scowling at her.
"Then isn't it obvious to you that the memory we're supposed to be seeing
takes place on the train?!"
"Ahem." Harry coughed, loudly, and his friends abandoned their fighting for
a moment and looked at him. "Hey, I have an idea! How about the two of you
shut the hell up for a while, so we can get on the train before it
LEAVES?!" He shouted the last word, and Ron and Hermione jumped back.
"Sorry Harry." They apologized together. And the three of them raced to the
train, and boarded it. It turned out they had made it right on time, too,
because less than a minute after, a whistle sounded, and the train took
off.
Harry and Hermione roamed the corridors, peeking through each compartment,
in search of Harry's father- while Ron ran back and forth through a couple
of witches, fascinated by the fact that neither of them could feel a thing.
When he had done it for about the tenth time, Hermione got fed up, and with
a glare, she pulled him away by the collar of his robes.
"I found him!" Harry announced seconds later. "He's in here! Come on you
guys!" He made to open the compartment door, but was stalled by a warning
from Hermione.
"Harry don't!"
"Why not?" He asked her, a bit irritated.
"Well honestly, what would you think if you were in your father's place
right now, and you saw a door open on it's own?" She pointed out.
"Oh- true."
"You guys, we don't have to open the door, we can just run through it-
look." Ron backed up a few feet, and then attempted to speed through the
door, but instead of ending up on the other side, he crashed face first
into it.
"Ouch." He whimpered, and fell to his knees in pain.
Hermione, who couldn't find the words to insult him with, sighed loudly,
and helped him up off the floor.
"How stupid is this?" Ron muttered under his breath, trying to cover up his
blunder. "Being able to run through people and not doors-"
They waited near the compartment for a while longer. Ron was nursing a nose
that he was convinced had to be broken, while Hermione told him off for
being such an idiot.
Harry, meanwhile, kept looking at his father through the glass doors. He
watched him sit there, on his own, and realized that for five years now, he
had truly believed he would never see him again. Yet there he was, right
before his eyes- and Harry was finally convinced that everyone who had
known his dad only spoke the truth when they told him that he looked
exactly like him. Having the same unruly, black hair, lanky figure, pale
complexion, and round-rimmed glasses, their profiles were almost identical.
"So what exactly are we waiting for?" He asked Hermione.
"We're waiting for someone to enter the compartment, so we can sneak in
with them." She explained.
"And what if no one ever comes?" Ron inquired.
"You're such a pessimist!" Hermione hissed at him. "Just wait, I know
someone will come!"
So they decided to take her word for it, but time quickly ticked away
another thirty minutes, and just when they were about to give up hope, they
heard a loud crack explode from the other end of the corridor.
Students were opening their compartment doors to see what the cause of the
noise was. Harry took a quick glance at his father, but he seemed to be too
preoccupied with looking out the window to care about what was going on in
the corridors. Just then, he heard Hermione call out to him.
"Harry look!" She said, pointing down the corridor. Harry spun around. An
older student, Harry assumed was probably a prefect, was shouting at a
younger boy.
"You! Get back here now, and fix this mess!" He ordered, but the boy kept
running through the thick clog of smoke that was now filling the entire
corridor, until he was no longer visable.
"Get ready." Hermione advised.
"What? Why?" Ron asked, befuddled, but it was clear, to Harry at least, why
she had said this. The boy had reached Harry's father's compartment, and
made to open the door.
"Now!" Harry shouted. He grabbed Ron, who grabbed Hermione, and the three
of them charged through the door, right behind the boy.
Harry's father looked up, puzzled.
"Hi, sorry." The boy apologized. "Do you think I could just hide in here
for a while?" He asked, pleadingly.
"Yeah sure." Harry's father said, kindly. Harry watched as the boy took a
seat beside his father, and then he, Ron and Hermione took ones across from
them.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Sirius Black." The boy said, grinning, and holding his
hand out friendly.
Harry, who had been staring, transfixed at the two boys, spun around and
looked at his friends.
"HE'S SIRIUS!" He exclaimed.
"Shhhh!" Hermione raised a finger to her mouth. "Harry, listen! And of
course he's Sirius, can't you tell just by looking at his face?"
Harry looked at the boy more carefully. He did slightly resemble his
Godfather, although his hair was much shorter, and his face,(evidently) was
more that of a free-spirited child, than a man who had recently spent
twelve years imprisoned in Azkaban, for a crime he hadn't committed.
"James Potter." Harry's father replied, shaking Sirius's hand. "Nice to
meet you."
"And you." Sirius replied, cheerfully. He took out a homemade sandwich from
the pockets of his robes, unwrapped the paper around it, and shoved it in
his mouth, hungrily.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but exactly why are you hiding
for?" James asked him, curiously. Sirius chuckled.
"Oh, I set off a dung bomb in the corridor, and the prefects caught me
before I could make a clean getaway!"
"Why'd you do that for?" James asked, interested.
"Oh, just for a bit of fun, I guess." Sirius shrugged, and took another
bite out of sandwich. James laughed, and looked Sirius over with a newfound
respect.
"Cool!" He said.
Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged smirks. Sirius was exactly the same
person they had always known him to be.
"I guess we know which memory this is now-" Harry grinned.
"Yeah, the first time Prongs and Padfoot met." Ron finished for him.
"And how they became friends." Hermione added. "I wonder if anyone else we
know is going to show up." She said, and the other two looked at her.
"Like who?" Harry asked.
"I don't know- anyone."
"So where do you live, anyways?" James asked Sirius, after a moment of
silence.
"London." Sirius answered, shortly, and with the air of someone who wasn't
too happy about it.
"Really?" James said. "Same here."
"Yeah? Well, I don't care too much for home anyways-I hate it there!" He
said grouchily.
"Oh? Why's that."
"My mother is the most controlling, patronizing woman I know! She's
corrupted with this idea that only pureblooded wizards are fit to study
magic! She almost didn't send me to Hogwarts after she'd heard how many
muggle-borns there are there, but luckily my father was able to talk some
sense into her. He's pretty much the only normal person left in my entire
family, besides me! So yeah- he ended up convincing her to send me there,
and I'm pretty sure she hates him for it- she still isn't too fond of
Dumbledore though!"
"That sounds pretty crappy!" James said, pityingly. "My parents are the
complete contrary, their huge supporters of Dumbledore, and trust the
choices he makes! What about you, though? Do you believe that only
purebloods should learn magic?" He asked.
"I don't, and I never will!" Sirius said, certain of his words. "My mother
can say whatever she wants, but I'm never going to think like her!"
James smiled, approvingly.
"Good for you!"
"Sirius told me he hated his mother!" Harry told Ron and Hermione.
"She sure sounds like a ruddy, old hag!" Ron put in, clenching his fist.
"You know, the way Sirius is describing her, it makes me think a lot of the
Malfoys!"
"I agree." Harry said.
"Well if you ask me, I think there's a lot more to this story than Sirius
is letting on." Hermione spoke up, rather hastily. "And I think we're going
to find out what it is through these memories somehow!"
Harry and Ron looked at her questioningly, but before she could continue
her thoughts, James was speaking again.
"So, are you nervous for the sorting?" He asked, Sirius.
"Not really, it makes no difference to me-just as long as I'm not put in
Slytherin!" He told him. "My older brother, Regulus was sorted into
Slytherin. My mother was so proud of him," Sirius spat, looking sickened.
"but personally, I wanna get into any house but that one, just to piss her
off! Just to have her blast me for disgracing the noble name of Black!" He
laughed, evilly.
Just then, loud laughter could be heard from right outside the compartment.
Harry got up and looked through the glass of the door. Someone(there head
was bent, so he couldn't distinguish who)was using magic to harm a student.
Sirius and James must have noticed this also, because they both got up, and
headed to the door. Harry moved out of the way, quickly, and Sirius pulled
open the door.
A greasy haired boy was kicking a boy who lay on the floor, injured- he had
his wand out, and pointing at him. James, who had been standing behind
Sirius, jumped in front of him, angrily.
"Drop your wand now!" He shouted. The boy turned around, and smirked,
slyly.
"Or what?" He tested him. "What are you going to do? Jump me?"
"Hey, that's a great suggestion!" Sirius raged. "Allow me to try it out!"
And before the boy could do anything, he had pounced on him, and knocked
the wand right out of his hand. James took this time to help the other boy
off of the floor.
"Are you alright?" He asked him, concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine." The boy replied. "Thanks."
"No problem!" Sirius said, and he smiled in satisfaction. James turned
around, and what he saw made him burst out cackling. The greasy haired boy
was hanging from the ceiling of the corridor, tied from head to toe in a
thick, yellow rope.
"Oh boy. Don't you think we should've gotten the prefects and let them sort
it out instead?" The boy asked, hesitantly.
"Nah!" Sirius waved this idea away, immediately. "I'm sure he'll be in much
HIGHER spirits this way!" He pointed out, and set James off into more howls
of laughter.
Standing at the foot of the compartment, Harry and Ron were holding their
stomachs from laughing so much. Hermione was rolling her eyes, but it was
obvious she was trying a little too hard to keep from exploding into
hysterics.
"I can't believe he tied Snape to the ceiling!" Ron exclaimed, wiping a
tear from his cheek. "Oh God, Harry! It's just too comical!"
"I know! That'll be something to rub in his face when we get back to
Hogwarts. Hey Snape, so I've heard you were on top of everything at school,
even the ceilings of the Hogwarts Express!" And they rolled over in even
more laughter.
"Lunatics." Hermione muttered, but she turned around to hide her smile.
The three of them stepped back into the compartment, and took their seats,
as James, Sirius and the other boy came in.
Sirius closed the door behind them, then turned around and faced the boy.
"Oh yeah, you must have dropped this. It was on the floor beside where you
had fallen." Sirius said, handing him a rather thick book. Harry leaned
over to read the title, it was called 'The Eye of the Werewolf'.
"Oh yeah, thanks." The boy said, looking grateful.
"What's your name anyway?" James asked him. They boy had sandy brown hair,
and gorgeous, rich, blue eyes.
"Remus Lupin." He told him, shyly.
Again, Harry and his friends turned sideways to look at each other. The
three of them wore identical grins.
"I knew it was him!" Hermione stated. "Those eyes are still exactly the
same!"
"And his book- 'The Eye of the Werewolf'." Harry pointed out.
"Now three of them have been acquainted, so exactly when is that little
snake Peter going to show up?" Ron said, looking as if he was just dying
for the chance to rip Pettigrew to shreds.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Remus!" Sirius greeted him, warmly. "I'm
Sirius Black!"
"And I'm James Potter." James said, laughing at his new friend, as he
danced around the compartment.
"It's nice to meet you both." Remus said, politely. He took a seat then,
and watched absent mindly as Sirius tangoed with an invisible partner.
James glanced at him.
"You don't talk much, do you Remus?" He asked him.
"Oh no, it's not that!" Remus replied, seeming to come back to earth. "I
guess I just haven't gotten over the shock of that whole incident yet, you
know?"
Sirius stopped dancing when he heard this.
"Don't worry, my friend, James and I won't curse you!" He assured him,
grinning.
"Oh- yes of course- I know that." Remus said, embarrassed. And he warmed
up, gradually, after that. The three of them chatted animatedly for the
rest of ride, while Harry, Ron and Hermione, listened and took in every
word of their conversation.
Then suddenly, the train began slowing down, until it finally came to a
halt.
"Whoohoo!! We're here!" Sirius shouted, punching the air happily. He
grabbed James and began dancing with him, while Remus watched them, looking
as though he thought they were both mad.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" James said, excitedly. And the three of
them started heading out the compartment together.
Harry, Ron and Hermione made to get up and follow them, but just then, the
dim lights on the train began fading to black- and before they knew what
had hit them, they felt themselves spinning around in a pitch-dark void.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was sitting in his bedroom at Number
12, Grimmauld Place. He turned his head slowly to face his two best
friends, and then a huge smile escaped from his lips.
"Ok. That, was INCREDIBLE!" He exclaimed. He hadn't felt this ecstatic in
ages, and wanted to savor every second of the feeling.
"You're telling me!" Ron agreed. "Harry, hurry up, turn the damn page of
the book! I've just got to see what the next memory is!"
"I must say, for once I second what Ron said, Harry! This is extremely
fascinating! It's a great opportunity to learn about your parents, their
friends, and perhaps even the history of Hogwarts-"
"Ok Hermione-" Ron cut her off, impatiently. "for once, just shut the
bloody hell up about the history of Hogwarts!"
And with the sounds of their arguing voices ringing in his head, Harry
gazed down at the novel in pure bliss, before turning to the second page.
Another burst of light shot out through it, and, caught completely off
guard, Ron and Hermione seized Harry, each by an arm, as the three of them
felt themselves being sucked into the novel, and flying on to the second
memory.
reviews! Thank you so much! I'm so happy that all you beautiful people like
my story! Tear This definitely WON'T be a one shot, so PLZ keep reading
and reviewing! Also, I'm going to try to space this chapter out a bit more,
after receiving quite a bit of feedback that the first was rather crowded.
So once again- thank you all very much! Enjoy!
xox Jade
P.S: They announced the official title for the 6th HP novel- it's going to
be called "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prints" This information is also
posted on J.K Rowling's site.
Beams
Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing at Kings Cross Station,
platform nine and three quarters, right in front of the Hogwarts Express.
He turned to check if Ron and Hermione were still beside him, and found,
with a feeling of relief, that they were.
Ron's mouth had fallen open, he was staring at the train disbelievingly, as
if certain it was all a dream. Hermione waved a hand impatiently in front
of his face, rolling her eyes. Harry thought that for someone who had never
exactly used a pensieve before, (or anything else of the sort for that
matter)she didn't look too shocked.
Ron snapped out of his trance.
"Which memory is this?" He asked, still in wonder.
"Well, it's definately the start of term, but which year?" Hermione
responded, looking around the station for familiar faces, or any clues that
could help them uncover the moment. Beside her, Harry was doing the same,
and having just as little luck, until he turned around, and spotted a boy
with messy jet-black hair and glasses, a few feet away, talking to his
parents.
"Now James, hurry up dear, before the train leaves and you're stuck without
a seat the entire ride!" The boy's mother urged him on. She was a beautiful
woman, with a fairly slim figure, and angelic features.
"Yes mom, don't worry." The boy answered, appearing slightly annoyed of her
nagging. Harry saw the woman hug her son one last time before he set off,
trunk in hand, to find a compartment on the train.
Harry beamed- he had found his father. He nudged Ron and Hermione, who were
oblivious to what he had just heard, and still continuing their own
separate searches.
"What is it, did you see someone?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah, my father!"
"FOR REAL?" Ron thundered.
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione ordered. "Which way did he go, Harry?"
Harry pointed towards the train.
"Come on, let's go! We've got to try to get the same compartment as him!"
He told his friends, hurriedly.
"Wait a second- are you saying that we're actually going to board the
train?" Ron asked, looking worried.
"Ron are you stupid?" Hermione snapped at him.
"NO!" He replied, defensively, scowling at her.
"Then isn't it obvious to you that the memory we're supposed to be seeing
takes place on the train?!"
"Ahem." Harry coughed, loudly, and his friends abandoned their fighting for
a moment and looked at him. "Hey, I have an idea! How about the two of you
shut the hell up for a while, so we can get on the train before it
LEAVES?!" He shouted the last word, and Ron and Hermione jumped back.
"Sorry Harry." They apologized together. And the three of them raced to the
train, and boarded it. It turned out they had made it right on time, too,
because less than a minute after, a whistle sounded, and the train took
off.
Harry and Hermione roamed the corridors, peeking through each compartment,
in search of Harry's father- while Ron ran back and forth through a couple
of witches, fascinated by the fact that neither of them could feel a thing.
When he had done it for about the tenth time, Hermione got fed up, and with
a glare, she pulled him away by the collar of his robes.
"I found him!" Harry announced seconds later. "He's in here! Come on you
guys!" He made to open the compartment door, but was stalled by a warning
from Hermione.
"Harry don't!"
"Why not?" He asked her, a bit irritated.
"Well honestly, what would you think if you were in your father's place
right now, and you saw a door open on it's own?" She pointed out.
"Oh- true."
"You guys, we don't have to open the door, we can just run through it-
look." Ron backed up a few feet, and then attempted to speed through the
door, but instead of ending up on the other side, he crashed face first
into it.
"Ouch." He whimpered, and fell to his knees in pain.
Hermione, who couldn't find the words to insult him with, sighed loudly,
and helped him up off the floor.
"How stupid is this?" Ron muttered under his breath, trying to cover up his
blunder. "Being able to run through people and not doors-"
They waited near the compartment for a while longer. Ron was nursing a nose
that he was convinced had to be broken, while Hermione told him off for
being such an idiot.
Harry, meanwhile, kept looking at his father through the glass doors. He
watched him sit there, on his own, and realized that for five years now, he
had truly believed he would never see him again. Yet there he was, right
before his eyes- and Harry was finally convinced that everyone who had
known his dad only spoke the truth when they told him that he looked
exactly like him. Having the same unruly, black hair, lanky figure, pale
complexion, and round-rimmed glasses, their profiles were almost identical.
"So what exactly are we waiting for?" He asked Hermione.
"We're waiting for someone to enter the compartment, so we can sneak in
with them." She explained.
"And what if no one ever comes?" Ron inquired.
"You're such a pessimist!" Hermione hissed at him. "Just wait, I know
someone will come!"
So they decided to take her word for it, but time quickly ticked away
another thirty minutes, and just when they were about to give up hope, they
heard a loud crack explode from the other end of the corridor.
Students were opening their compartment doors to see what the cause of the
noise was. Harry took a quick glance at his father, but he seemed to be too
preoccupied with looking out the window to care about what was going on in
the corridors. Just then, he heard Hermione call out to him.
"Harry look!" She said, pointing down the corridor. Harry spun around. An
older student, Harry assumed was probably a prefect, was shouting at a
younger boy.
"You! Get back here now, and fix this mess!" He ordered, but the boy kept
running through the thick clog of smoke that was now filling the entire
corridor, until he was no longer visable.
"Get ready." Hermione advised.
"What? Why?" Ron asked, befuddled, but it was clear, to Harry at least, why
she had said this. The boy had reached Harry's father's compartment, and
made to open the door.
"Now!" Harry shouted. He grabbed Ron, who grabbed Hermione, and the three
of them charged through the door, right behind the boy.
Harry's father looked up, puzzled.
"Hi, sorry." The boy apologized. "Do you think I could just hide in here
for a while?" He asked, pleadingly.
"Yeah sure." Harry's father said, kindly. Harry watched as the boy took a
seat beside his father, and then he, Ron and Hermione took ones across from
them.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Sirius Black." The boy said, grinning, and holding his
hand out friendly.
Harry, who had been staring, transfixed at the two boys, spun around and
looked at his friends.
"HE'S SIRIUS!" He exclaimed.
"Shhhh!" Hermione raised a finger to her mouth. "Harry, listen! And of
course he's Sirius, can't you tell just by looking at his face?"
Harry looked at the boy more carefully. He did slightly resemble his
Godfather, although his hair was much shorter, and his face,(evidently) was
more that of a free-spirited child, than a man who had recently spent
twelve years imprisoned in Azkaban, for a crime he hadn't committed.
"James Potter." Harry's father replied, shaking Sirius's hand. "Nice to
meet you."
"And you." Sirius replied, cheerfully. He took out a homemade sandwich from
the pockets of his robes, unwrapped the paper around it, and shoved it in
his mouth, hungrily.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but exactly why are you hiding
for?" James asked him, curiously. Sirius chuckled.
"Oh, I set off a dung bomb in the corridor, and the prefects caught me
before I could make a clean getaway!"
"Why'd you do that for?" James asked, interested.
"Oh, just for a bit of fun, I guess." Sirius shrugged, and took another
bite out of sandwich. James laughed, and looked Sirius over with a newfound
respect.
"Cool!" He said.
Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged smirks. Sirius was exactly the same
person they had always known him to be.
"I guess we know which memory this is now-" Harry grinned.
"Yeah, the first time Prongs and Padfoot met." Ron finished for him.
"And how they became friends." Hermione added. "I wonder if anyone else we
know is going to show up." She said, and the other two looked at her.
"Like who?" Harry asked.
"I don't know- anyone."
"So where do you live, anyways?" James asked Sirius, after a moment of
silence.
"London." Sirius answered, shortly, and with the air of someone who wasn't
too happy about it.
"Really?" James said. "Same here."
"Yeah? Well, I don't care too much for home anyways-I hate it there!" He
said grouchily.
"Oh? Why's that."
"My mother is the most controlling, patronizing woman I know! She's
corrupted with this idea that only pureblooded wizards are fit to study
magic! She almost didn't send me to Hogwarts after she'd heard how many
muggle-borns there are there, but luckily my father was able to talk some
sense into her. He's pretty much the only normal person left in my entire
family, besides me! So yeah- he ended up convincing her to send me there,
and I'm pretty sure she hates him for it- she still isn't too fond of
Dumbledore though!"
"That sounds pretty crappy!" James said, pityingly. "My parents are the
complete contrary, their huge supporters of Dumbledore, and trust the
choices he makes! What about you, though? Do you believe that only
purebloods should learn magic?" He asked.
"I don't, and I never will!" Sirius said, certain of his words. "My mother
can say whatever she wants, but I'm never going to think like her!"
James smiled, approvingly.
"Good for you!"
"Sirius told me he hated his mother!" Harry told Ron and Hermione.
"She sure sounds like a ruddy, old hag!" Ron put in, clenching his fist.
"You know, the way Sirius is describing her, it makes me think a lot of the
Malfoys!"
"I agree." Harry said.
"Well if you ask me, I think there's a lot more to this story than Sirius
is letting on." Hermione spoke up, rather hastily. "And I think we're going
to find out what it is through these memories somehow!"
Harry and Ron looked at her questioningly, but before she could continue
her thoughts, James was speaking again.
"So, are you nervous for the sorting?" He asked, Sirius.
"Not really, it makes no difference to me-just as long as I'm not put in
Slytherin!" He told him. "My older brother, Regulus was sorted into
Slytherin. My mother was so proud of him," Sirius spat, looking sickened.
"but personally, I wanna get into any house but that one, just to piss her
off! Just to have her blast me for disgracing the noble name of Black!" He
laughed, evilly.
Just then, loud laughter could be heard from right outside the compartment.
Harry got up and looked through the glass of the door. Someone(there head
was bent, so he couldn't distinguish who)was using magic to harm a student.
Sirius and James must have noticed this also, because they both got up, and
headed to the door. Harry moved out of the way, quickly, and Sirius pulled
open the door.
A greasy haired boy was kicking a boy who lay on the floor, injured- he had
his wand out, and pointing at him. James, who had been standing behind
Sirius, jumped in front of him, angrily.
"Drop your wand now!" He shouted. The boy turned around, and smirked,
slyly.
"Or what?" He tested him. "What are you going to do? Jump me?"
"Hey, that's a great suggestion!" Sirius raged. "Allow me to try it out!"
And before the boy could do anything, he had pounced on him, and knocked
the wand right out of his hand. James took this time to help the other boy
off of the floor.
"Are you alright?" He asked him, concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine." The boy replied. "Thanks."
"No problem!" Sirius said, and he smiled in satisfaction. James turned
around, and what he saw made him burst out cackling. The greasy haired boy
was hanging from the ceiling of the corridor, tied from head to toe in a
thick, yellow rope.
"Oh boy. Don't you think we should've gotten the prefects and let them sort
it out instead?" The boy asked, hesitantly.
"Nah!" Sirius waved this idea away, immediately. "I'm sure he'll be in much
HIGHER spirits this way!" He pointed out, and set James off into more howls
of laughter.
Standing at the foot of the compartment, Harry and Ron were holding their
stomachs from laughing so much. Hermione was rolling her eyes, but it was
obvious she was trying a little too hard to keep from exploding into
hysterics.
"I can't believe he tied Snape to the ceiling!" Ron exclaimed, wiping a
tear from his cheek. "Oh God, Harry! It's just too comical!"
"I know! That'll be something to rub in his face when we get back to
Hogwarts. Hey Snape, so I've heard you were on top of everything at school,
even the ceilings of the Hogwarts Express!" And they rolled over in even
more laughter.
"Lunatics." Hermione muttered, but she turned around to hide her smile.
The three of them stepped back into the compartment, and took their seats,
as James, Sirius and the other boy came in.
Sirius closed the door behind them, then turned around and faced the boy.
"Oh yeah, you must have dropped this. It was on the floor beside where you
had fallen." Sirius said, handing him a rather thick book. Harry leaned
over to read the title, it was called 'The Eye of the Werewolf'.
"Oh yeah, thanks." The boy said, looking grateful.
"What's your name anyway?" James asked him. They boy had sandy brown hair,
and gorgeous, rich, blue eyes.
"Remus Lupin." He told him, shyly.
Again, Harry and his friends turned sideways to look at each other. The
three of them wore identical grins.
"I knew it was him!" Hermione stated. "Those eyes are still exactly the
same!"
"And his book- 'The Eye of the Werewolf'." Harry pointed out.
"Now three of them have been acquainted, so exactly when is that little
snake Peter going to show up?" Ron said, looking as if he was just dying
for the chance to rip Pettigrew to shreds.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Remus!" Sirius greeted him, warmly. "I'm
Sirius Black!"
"And I'm James Potter." James said, laughing at his new friend, as he
danced around the compartment.
"It's nice to meet you both." Remus said, politely. He took a seat then,
and watched absent mindly as Sirius tangoed with an invisible partner.
James glanced at him.
"You don't talk much, do you Remus?" He asked him.
"Oh no, it's not that!" Remus replied, seeming to come back to earth. "I
guess I just haven't gotten over the shock of that whole incident yet, you
know?"
Sirius stopped dancing when he heard this.
"Don't worry, my friend, James and I won't curse you!" He assured him,
grinning.
"Oh- yes of course- I know that." Remus said, embarrassed. And he warmed
up, gradually, after that. The three of them chatted animatedly for the
rest of ride, while Harry, Ron and Hermione, listened and took in every
word of their conversation.
Then suddenly, the train began slowing down, until it finally came to a
halt.
"Whoohoo!! We're here!" Sirius shouted, punching the air happily. He
grabbed James and began dancing with him, while Remus watched them, looking
as though he thought they were both mad.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" James said, excitedly. And the three of
them started heading out the compartment together.
Harry, Ron and Hermione made to get up and follow them, but just then, the
dim lights on the train began fading to black- and before they knew what
had hit them, they felt themselves spinning around in a pitch-dark void.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was sitting in his bedroom at Number
12, Grimmauld Place. He turned his head slowly to face his two best
friends, and then a huge smile escaped from his lips.
"Ok. That, was INCREDIBLE!" He exclaimed. He hadn't felt this ecstatic in
ages, and wanted to savor every second of the feeling.
"You're telling me!" Ron agreed. "Harry, hurry up, turn the damn page of
the book! I've just got to see what the next memory is!"
"I must say, for once I second what Ron said, Harry! This is extremely
fascinating! It's a great opportunity to learn about your parents, their
friends, and perhaps even the history of Hogwarts-"
"Ok Hermione-" Ron cut her off, impatiently. "for once, just shut the
bloody hell up about the history of Hogwarts!"
And with the sounds of their arguing voices ringing in his head, Harry
gazed down at the novel in pure bliss, before turning to the second page.
Another burst of light shot out through it, and, caught completely off
guard, Ron and Hermione seized Harry, each by an arm, as the three of them
felt themselves being sucked into the novel, and flying on to the second
memory.
