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Today is September 1st. Uncle Remus and I are going off to Hogwarts. The potion worked in August for him and the Ministry of Magic has decided to let him teach. I'm really happy and I know he is too.
My alarm clock woke me up at about 8 this morning and I took a quick shower. As of now there are so many butterflies in my stomach. I'm both nervous and excited to be going to Hogwarts. Uncle Remus said that I'd probably meet some people on the train and I hope he's right. I didn't have many friends in Salem and I really hope to change that now.
We arrived at King's Cross at about quarter past ten. Uncle Remus told me that he was going to be sitting up front with the conductor. It unnerved me a little that I was going to be sitting by myself. I found an empty compartment near the back of the train. A lot of people came and went, but none of them came in.
At about five of ten, one of the boys from Diagon Alley opened the door.
"Do you mind," he asked, "everywhere else is full."
"Not at all." I replied.
He sat across from me. We sat in silence for a while before he spoke again.
"Aren't you Professor Lupin's niece?" He asked me.
"Yeah," I held out my hand. "Terry."
"I'm Harry Potter." He took my hand.
"Nice to meet you."
"I haven't seen you before."
"I moved here from Salem in July. Professor Dumbledore is allowing me to enter the sixth year."
"That's neat, I've never heard of a student transferring to another school."
Just then, a boy with silvery blond hair and dark brown eyes opened that compartment. He wore robes with a serpent on them. There were two rather large boys behind him.
"Well, well, well, Potter has found himself a new girlfriend." He taunted Harry.
"Go away Malfoy." Harry growled at the other boy.
"Oh I'm so frightened." Malfoy said mockingly. "You know you shouldn't really be hanging out with him. Come with me and I will show you a good time."
"There is a snowball's chance in hell of that ever happening." I informed him as I leaned back against the seat and crossed my arms. "Who are you anyway?"
"My apologies," he bowed. "I am Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect. And you are?"
"Terry Lupin, new girl."
"Oh really." He gave me a flirty smile.
"Is something the matter Mr. Malfoy?" A cold voice questioned the silver haired boy.
It was a man with greasy black hair, cold brown eyes, and a very pale complexion. He wore black robes and stood with a posture of authority.
"Nothing Professor," Malfoy told him innocently. "Just getting to know the new girl."
"Well then, I suppose that it could wait until breakfast tomorrow morning." The professor glared at Malfoy.
"Of course it could. Crabbe, Goyle, follow me." Malfoy made a hasty exit.
"And you," he turned back to me. "You are Terry Lupin, correct?"
"Yes Sir." I replied.
"I got a letter from the Ministry with the recipe for your potion. I will need you to make me a copy. The Ministry has a habit of messing up potions."
"Alright."
"I will see you after your first class." With that he turned and left.
"Wow." Harry seemed to be in shock.
"What?"
"Professor Snape actually seemed to like you."
Just then, the other two from Diagon Alley came up.
"Did you see Professor Snape on the train Harry?" The red headed boy asked Harry excitedly.
"Hello," the girl looked at me. "Aren't you Professor Lupin's niece?"
"Yes, Terry Lupin."
"I'm Hermione and this is Ron." The girl introduced herself and the redhead.
"It's nice to meet you."
"So why was Professor Snape here?" Ron looked keenly at Harry.
"I don't know. Malfoy had come in and then Professor Snape came in and told him to go away. Then he talked to Terry and said something about a potion…"
All three of them looked at me.
"I'm not supposed to say anything." I smiled. "Professor Dumbledore said that he would tell at the Great Feast."
"If Professor Snape asked you about potions than you must be really good at it." Hermione concluded.
"Well, my grandfather was the one who created the Wolfsbane potion, and I've been experimenting with potions since I was five."
"That's a really long time." Ron remarked, amazed. "I don't know how anyone could do that for that long. Then again that's probably because Professor Snape is a git."
"Ron." Hermione said distastefully.
"What do you mean a git?"
"He doesn't like anyone except Slytherins." Harry informed me.
"That's one of the houses, right?"
"Yes," Hermione agreed. "There are four, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. We're in Gryffindor."
"Wow, that's wicked"
"Wicked?" Ron looked at me curiously.
"I'm from Salem, Massachusetts. In that area there is a certain dialect called a Boston Accent."
"Oh."
I chatted with them during the rest of the trip. It didn't take us long to reach Hogwarts. As the train came to a stop, I could see the castle in the distance. In fact, it was lit by the stars the light from the crescent moon. When I exited, I felt someone take my arm. The person was Professor Snape.
"Professor Dumbledore instructed me to take you up to the castle." He told me as he led me toward the edge of the platform.
"Okay." I replied.
We walked into a door way. Professor Snape pulled out his wand. He mumbled something under his breath and the door opened. I followed him into an underground tunnel. It was dank and dark. After about five minutes of walking, he stopped and mumbled something again. A large door opened and I found myself on a balcony overlooking a large corridor with maybe a hundred students in it.
"You are to wait here until someone comes to get you." With that, he disappeared.
I stood there amazed. Then I looked down. All of the students looked nervous, and by the looks on their faces, I could tell that they were first years. Soon, an elderly looking witch appeared and spoke to them all. She led them between two oak doors into a great hall. At that time, I felt someone behind me.
"Fascinating isn't it?" Professor Dumbledore asked me.
"What is Sir?"
"All of these students. Among them, one may become the next Minister of Magic, or Potions Genius, maybe the next Headmaster or Headmistress of this school, or possibly, the next Lord Voldemort."
"Sir?"
"Each of these students has a future that no one can predict. They go into the Great Hall and are sorted into houses. The Sorting Hat will help decide their future, yet it cannot dictate their future. It will give us clues to what they will be like, or what their children will be like. I remember when your parents came to school here Terry. Both of them were in Slytherin. There is no witch or wizard who has gone bad that hasn't been in Slytherin. Yet, your Uncle and Grandfather were both in Gryffindor. There lies the dilemma. You are going to be sorted after the first years are done. Come."
Professor Dumbledore led me down the stairs and into the Great Hall. The Great Hall was amazing. There were four long tables with students sitting at all of them. It seemed as if the ceiling was the sky, for it reflected exactly what was outside.
We walked around the edge of the room, yet we attracted attention none the less. There was singing, and I looked up. A raggedy old wizard's hat was sitting on a stool and singing:
Years ago, when I was first made,
Hogwarts was barely a few years old,
Yet it had done many things,
And had many tales to be told.
There was brave Gryffindor,
Sly Slytherin,
Kind and caring Hufflepuff,
And charming Ravenclaw.
Now these founder four,
All whom we have come to adore,
They were best of friends, but sometimes, friendships end.
Our beloved school was rocked to its foundations,
Because of their presentations,
Their faults and their fears.
Finally, Slytherin left and the school was in harmony, yet never the same.
Though I am condemned to split you,
I fear that I may be wrong.
Listen to my song.
Great danger approaches, but we must stand tall,
If not we will all fall.
Good luck my new friends.
I have warned you, now let the sorting begin.
The room broke out into a broken applause, and I heard whispers among the crowd. An elderly witch, the one I'd seen from the balcony, stepped forward and read names. As their name was read, each student stepped forward and put the hat on. It shouted out different houses. After a while, I was the only one standing up there. Then Professor Dumbledore stood up and addressed the students.
"It is my pleasure to announce that Hogwarts has received a student from the Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He announced to the students.
There was the sound of whispers.
"I would like to introduce," he continued. "Miss Terry Lupin."
He motioned me forward and the elderly witch put the hat on my head. Instantly it shouted:
"Gryffindor!"
There was a thunder of applause from the center table. It assumed that it was the Gryffindor table. As I made my way down, Harry, Ron and Hermione, motioned for me to sit next to them. Once I was seated, Professor Dumbledore began to speak again.
"I am glad to welcome everyone to Hogwarts, whether this be our first meeting or one of our many. Most of you have probably been wondering about the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, since the last few have not been here more than a year. I would like to welcome back Professor R. J. Lupin."
There was a mixture of applause and whispers.
"Due to the recent creation," Dumbledore continued. "Of the Full Moon Elixir, Professor Lupin will be able to keep his normal form during the full moon. Now let us eat."
Suddenly, food appeared on the plates in front of us. Everyone ate until they were full. Professor Dumbledore said a few things before we left for our dorm rooms. Hermione and Ron led us to ours. It was behind the portrait of a Fat Lady.
Before I went to bed, I looked out the window. I saw a shooting star.
I wish that this school year is the best I've ever had. I thought before climbing underneath my covers and falling asleep.
