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Chapter 5: The Lessons, The Teachers and the Detentions

The first year Gryffindor boys woke up bright and early. Well, Sirius was the first to wake up and walked around waking everyone else. Everyone except James that is.

"Get up already..!" Sirius shouted in a sleeping James' ear, "JAMES..!"

Remus walked over, dressed in his new robes holding his books, "Deep sleeper..?"

"Deep sleeper..?" Sirius repeated, "He's like the DEAD..! He won't even move..!"

Sirius frowned then a smirk came across his face. Remus looked at him as Peter walked over silently, "What are you thinking Sirius..?" Remus asked.

"Ohhh, nothing," Sirius said licking his pointer finger so it was wet with spit, "Wake up call..!"

Sirius stuck his wet, spit covered finger in James' ear. James immediately woke up and pulled Sirius' finger out of his ear with a look of shock on his face, "EWWW..!"

Sirius was laughing on the floor.

"Good Morning sleepy head," Remus said smiling.

"Good Morning..?" James snorted getting out of bed yawning and sleepily, "It was a good morning till Sirius gave me a Wet Willie."

"Had to wake you up some how Jimbo," Sirius said with a grin.

"Thanks," James said grumpily as he put his glasses on and getting dressed.

James was a slow moving morning person. Everything was done at a slow pace . . . meaning everything was going to take a while. Sirius impatiently taped his foot as James made his way down the stairs.

James yawned wide holding his books. Sirius smiled as James made it down, "Jeez . . . took ya long enough . . ."

"Sorry," James said, "I'm not a morning person."

"Obviously," Remus commented looking at James, "Your robes are backwards."

James moaned, put his books down and flipped his robes back around with a sigh, "To breakfast..?" he asked.

"Finally," Sirius sighed, "I'm starving."

As they made they're way downstairs, Frank and Kingsley greeted Sirius, Remus and James and walked with them down to breakfast. The Great Hall was bustling with students. Making their way to their seats, James yawned again.

Sirius was helping himself to some jelly and toast, "Where's that Peter kid..?"

Kingsley looked up with a spoon full of cereal in his mouth, "I dunno. Was behind Frank."

Sirius looked at Frank. Frank shrugged, "I think he said something getting his books."

"Oh," Sirius said grabbing some pancakes, "Gonna eat Jimbo..?" he asked James.

"What..?" James yawned, "No . . . I'm not a breakfast person. I like lunch an dinner better."

"Suit yourself," said Sirius as he took a bit of his pancakes, "It's good."

James smiled and took a sip of pumpkin juice. He felt his eyes close again but opened them quickly. He had to stay awake. Professor McGonagall walked by and handed the Gryffindors pieces of parchment.

"What's this..?" James asked before even looking at it.

"Your schedule for the day, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said, "If you and Mr. Black want to sing that Graduation song again, you'll follow the schedule, do the classes, and pass."

She said this all very crossly. James nodded. He wasn't looking forward to her class quite as much as he would have thought.

Soon after breakfast the boys learned that Hogwarts was full of surprises. Even some that caught Sirius off guard clearly after he had stated at breakfast that getting to class would be a piece of cake.

To be exact, there were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide ones, narrow ones, rickety ones, sweeping ones; even some that led you somewhere different on Friday; and there was one staircase in particular that had a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump or you would end up like Chris Darby a first year Hufflepuff who's leg was stuck in it.

And following the stairs, were the doors. Some doors wouldn't open unless you asked the politely. Sirius found out the hard way by shouting at one and have a bloody nose for a couple minutes after being whacked by the door. Others liked to be tickled in a exact spot or they would stay shut. And some doors weren't even doors at all . . . but a big, hard, solid walls. James finding out, by walking right into one and fell backwards knocking Kingsley into a wall as well.

Remus had suggested using the objects in Hogwarts as landmarks, for the boys kept getting lost. But Remus' idea seemed to have failed as the nothing in Hogwarts seemed to stay put. Portraits would move and visit other portraits. Suits of armor, James could have sworn, got up an walked around. And according to Sirius, he saw the coat rack walking around talking to the hats on top of it.

The ghost weren't much help either. In the words of Sirius, "They're just for show." James was starting to think just that. Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor House ghost was happy to help with directions. But Peeves the Poltergeist had other ideas. He stayed clear of the boys . . . he had bothered them yesterday. He was now picking on Hufflepuffs today. He flew up behind one timid Hufflepuff girl, Alice Yeller and pulled the rug out from underneath her feet. But that wasn't the worse Peeves could do. Oh no, Peeves was enjoying this day with much more entertainment then having Alice do a nose dive into the floor. Peeves was capable of dropping wastepaper baskets on your head, throws items at you ("Including portraits," Robby had said warning the boys after breakfast) pelt you with gum which was his favorite because it would get stuck in your hair, blow raspberries in your face to see student disgusted and screech in your ear.

And then there was Argus Filch, the caretaker. If it was possible he was worse then Peeves. James and Sirius were already on his bad list. Trying to get to class, and getting separated from the rest of the boys, James and Sirius found themselves in front of a funny wooden door. They assumed it was their classroom ("My sense of direction never fails..!" declared Sirius) So opening the door they found out quickly it was not their classroom. There were confiscated items everywhere. James and Sirius were in heaven until Filch opened the door to find the boys playing with some confiscated Zonko products. Filch didn't believe the boys that they got lost (which they did) and refused to believe that they were playing with the items and had no intention of bringing them home for themselves. Filch got ready to write them detention but were lucky when Peeves floated by holding Mrs. Norris by her tail.

Oh yes, lets not forget Mrs. Norris ("She should be a stuffed animal for some Muggle brat to destroy.!" snorted Sirius.) Yes, again losing their way through Hogwarts, James and Sirius found themselves lost on some floor. Walking around looking for they staircase they came up upon ("If the stairs would only stay still..!" barked Sirius) And as they found their way around a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamplike eyes called Mrs. Norris found them and meowed loudly calling her master, Mr. Filch. Again, Mr. Filch was furious to find them ("Little whelps..!" Filch hissed.) But thankfully, once again, Peeves was near by and was throwing gum into keyholes.

And if you could survive the trip around Hogwarts, you had to survive the classes. Magic was a lot more than James or Sirius had thought. Kingsley one day whispered to Sirius, "And Mum and Dad make it look so easy, with a flick of a wand and a funny word."

In order to be a successful witch or wizard you had to study. Study very hard.

They would study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight ("Don't people sleep in this place..?" commented Sirius.) and learn the names of different stars and movements of the planets. Frank enjoyed Astronomy a lot, he was quite good at it. Peter happen to dislike Astronomy a great deal as he poked himself in the eye hard on his first night.

"All you do is look at stars Peter," James said with a grin marking down Venus on his chart.

Herbology wasn't as James mother made it seem when she tended her garden. Three times a week they went out to the Green Houses to study the magical plants. They had a little, dumpy witch with soil on her nose named Professor Sprout. Her hair was frizzy and everywhere and she had a friendly smile. She taught them how to tend to these interesting, and dangerous magical creatures in her greenhouse. This instantly became Peter's favorite subject.

James disliked it. A snapping type of plant with teeth bit James' hand and wouldn't let go. James' hand was stuck in the plants mouth. Sirius howled with laughter until he backed up to a type of ivy that smacked him across the face. Sirius instantly disliked Herbology.

"Come on James," Peter said replanting a cheerful Snapper tickling it, "All we have to do is take care of plants . . ." Peter said getting James back for the previous night in Astronomy.

History of Magic, was obviously and easily the most boring class of them all. But something fascinating about it, was it was taught by a ghost. But this ghost was nothing like Peeves. Professor Binns droned on and on about dates and the only noise apart from Binns monotone voice, were the scratching of quills from the students. On the first day he shared how he became a ghost and this kept Peter from sleeping in class out of pure fear. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up the next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him.

Remus took notes as James, Sirius and Kingsley made paper airplanes and bewitched them to fly around the room. Remus scowled at them. Sirius smiled, "Better then listening to Binns drag on . . ."

They soon learned that Professor McGonagall was indeed a strict teacher who you didn't want to cross. Though James knew he would. She was quick and clever, and she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you'll learn at Hogwarts," she said, "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back," she said eyeing James and Sirius as they grinned at each other, "You have been warned."

Sirius and James ignored her warning. They spent a while copying long complicated notes and after a sore hand they were told to transfigure a match into a needle.

Remus waved his wand. His match turned silver but was still a match, "Why didn't it work..?' he asked.

Sirius was frustrated, "Damn this thing..!" he shouted as he pointed his wand at his match that remained a match. Sirius began to wave his wand furiously.

"Stop," Remus said, "You're going to poke someone's eye out like that."

James smiled and with in his third shot, was the first person to successfully transfigure his match into a needle. Professor McGonagall was a bit shocked that such good work came from James. She pictured him nothing but trouble but smiled when he did. A rare smile crossed her face and she awarded Gryffindor with 10 points. Kingsley whispered to Sirius, "Didn't think she smiled."

And then there was Professor Flitwick, the tiny little wizard who stood on a pile of books to see over his towering desk full of more books. Professor Flitwick was the Charms teacher. Charms quickly became Sirius' favorite subject. Remus questioned why, "Well these are the spell you learn in real life ya know..?" Sirius, "Some might be household, others dueling. I just like it."

James was fine with Charms . . . until the fateful day when they had to levitate feathers. Oh he levitated his feather just fine. Him and Sirius had charmed their feathers not only to levitate but to battle in mid air. It was something else that caught James' attention.

Professor Flitwick smiled at James' crush, Lily Evans, "See here class..! Miss. Evans has got it..!" he cheered as her feather was rising towards the ceiling, "Fabulous..!" he told her with a cheery 8 bonus points to Gryffindor.

"Well isn't she a regular Charm Queen..?" Sirius commented.

James looked at her with a smile, "Isn't she wonderful..?"

"Oh snap out of it lover boy," Sirius said making his feather poke James' hard in the back of the head.

Potions quickly became a class James strongly disliked. Not because he wasn't good at it (he was actually quite good) but because of the haunting teacher who taught it. Professor Woad. She was a witch in her thirties' James assumed. She wore a dark blue cloak and had dark piercing eyes that made her seem like she hadn't had much sleep in a while. Her red hair was curved out away from her face and she looked disgusted as the class walked in. Her room matched her. Dark and had the scent of chemicals in the air. She began to take roll in an evil whisper.

"She's head of Slytherin House," Kingsley explained to the boys, "Favors them as I've heard."

"Why can't McGonagall favor us..?" Sirius splat out as they sat down.

"Would be nice . . ." James agreed.

Potions took place in one of the dungeons. It was colder here then up in the main castle, and was creepy as pickled animals floated around on cabinets on the wall.

"There will be no foolishness in my class," Professor Woad said dangerously as she walked to the front of the room, the blackboard to her back, "If so, I will be forced to give you detention with myself and I'd much rather not waste my time babysitting you anymore then I have to. Is that clear..?"

The class nodded. She remained staring at them, cold and hard.

"Now . . . that that's out of the way," she glanced around the room. James knew already he didn't like Professor Woad one bit. She seemed like she was angry with all of them. She had a gift to make the class silent with out effort like McGonagall . . . but unlike McGonagall, though both seemed strict, James thought that Woad looked just plain nasty.

Professor Woad flashed her wand to the board, "Start copying," she said as words appeared on the board in white chalk, "I'll give you ten minutes," everyone pulled out parchment ad their quills waiting for her to say go, "You may start."

For the next couple minutes all James heard was the scratching of quills on paper. Sirius glanced at him, "Creepy old bat ain't she..?" Sirius asked in a soft whisper.

"Yea . . ." James nodded, "Very creepy . . . think it's possible she's from hell..?"

"I wouldn't doubt it," Sirius chuckled silently, "She is Head of Slytherin . . . and we all know they crawled out from hell."

James felt his mouth curve up into a big smile and tried to retain his chuckle. He let a few giggles and Professor Woad looked up grabbing the roll call sheet, "Is there a problem Mr..?"

"Potter," James said realizing she was watching him.

"Is there a problem Mr. Potter..?" she asked.

"No."

"Then what was so funny..?" she asked colder then ice.

James bit his bottom lip but Sirius stepped in, "He was thinking of a joke I told him outside of class. . ."

"I see," Professor Woad said grabbing a piece of parchment. It looked like a roll call paper, "Well Mr. Black . . . please refrain from reminding him of this joke in my class unless you want detention."

"This class is a joke . . ." James muttered a bit louder than he thought.

And to cap it off, Professor Woad had heard him. She looked at him and began to write on a pink piece of parchment with the Hogwarts crest in the upper left corner. Once she finished she placed her shinny black quill down and walked over in front of James holding the pink parchment between her index finger and middle finger in front of James' face.

"What's this..?" James asked.

"Take it," she said mercilessly, "And find out."

James looked at it and frowned. On the top next to the Hogwarts crest in shinny letters was: Detention. Underneath was the time and date Woad had picked for James. James read it twice. He was to be in her office, at 8 o' clock doing lines. Well lines weren't that bad he thought.

"Can't wait until next Wednesday can you Potter..?" she said with a devilish grin walking back to her desk in satisfaction, "I'll be waiting . . ."

Now the class everyone was looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class was taught by someone who James wasn't sure he was going to like either. Her name was Professor McCoy. She was young too, younger than Woad by about 5 years. She wasn't smiling when they walked in the room, but she was scowling like Woad did either. Her eyes were a deep, dark green. Her hair stopped short of her shoulders and it was black with purple highlights. She was wrapped tightly in a black and purple cloak and had her arms folded. Her class did look interesting however.

It was full of all sorts of creatures and dark detectors. She had numerous animals in cages and each one looked interesting than the next. The dark detectors were spinning and humming, making noise along side the animals. The room was cram-packed with bookshelves and desks. Professor McCoy's up at the front.

"Welcome," she said walking forward to the class, "To Defense Against the Dark Arts."

She began to list her rules. The same as any teacher. James thought of her as strict, but as the class moved on she seemed more eased back, but still a teacher not to cross. She explained to the class that if you disobeyed her rules, she would in force punishment to see that you would never to it again.

"So . . ." Professor McCoy said, "Any questions..?"

The class was silent.

"You may use the spare time to do as you please . . ." Professor McCoy said sitting at her desk pulling out a book and began to read.

Sirius whispered to James and Kingsley, "I take her over Woad any day."

Kingsley nodded, "Yea. Her over McGonagall too . . . she doesn't grade as hard."

James would have answered, but he was too busy watching Lily Evans talk to Marie Cook. They were giggling and laughing and passing notes back and fourth. James watched in a daze. Sirius noticed and nudged Remus, "Check out lover boy . . ."

Remus rolled his eyes and put his class notes in his folder. Sirius was chuckling and slapped James on the back.

"Why don't you talk to her Romeo..?"

Remus snorted, "That would go over nicely," Remus smiled and imitated James, "Ummm . . . h-h-hi . . ."

Sirius laughed. James frowned, "Not uh . . . I wouldn't say that."

Sirius was laughing, "Prove us wrong then."

"I will..!" James told them.

Sirius glanced at the Gryffindor boys, "I bet you all a Galleon each Jamesie blows it with Evans . . . and blows something up in the process."

"Thanks for all the support Sirius," James growled.

The boys quickly made their bets as James walked over to impress Lily.

James was nervous. He wanted to show this girl he wasn't just some scrawny kid with glasses, that he was the guy for her. James pulled out his wand and stood behind Lily.

"I've been wondering how to do that levitating charm," Marie told Lily.

"What charm..?" James piped in.

Lily and Marie turned around. Lily smiled in a confused manor, "Hello. Can we help you..?"

"Well, I couldn't help but hearing that your friend Marie needs help with a charm," James said coolly.

"Yes . . ." Marie said, "The Levitating one. Why..?"

James grinned and turned more towards Lily, "I happen to know that very charm."

Lily giggled and Marie raised an eyebrow, "Uh huh . . ." she smirked, "That's why you and Black blew up your feathers in Charms..?"

"We were bored."

"I see," Marie said coldly.

"Well," Lily began, "Lets see if he can do it, correctly then."

James grinned even wider and held out his wand pointing to a book, "Wingardium Leviosa..!" James shouted lifting up a book in front of the girls, "Easy as that Cook."

The girls watched as the book flew. Marie looked impressed then said slyly, "What . . . not going to blow it up..?"

James was still grinning, "If you'd like me to . . ."

"Don't—!" cried Lily.

"Why not Evans..?" James wanted to impress her. He was good at blowing up things, "Think something bad will happen..?"

Lily frowned, "We're not supposed to do things like that."

"Awww come on," James said flipping his wand about, "What's the worst that could happen—"

But a loud explosion cut off James. The book burst into a loud flame, like a firework, and filled the room with smoke and a bit of flame. A black kind of dirt covered the front of James, Lily and Marie and they all smelt of burnt ashes. James still was holding up his wand and angrily, Lily crossed her arms.

"POTTER—! EVANS—! COOK—!" Professor McCoy walked over and glared at James, "Twenty points from Gryffindor . . ." McCoy said coldly, "And Detention for you three."

"Potter..!" Lily shrieked.

Lily looked appalled and Marie made a frowning face. Slowly they both turned to James glaring and James smiled weakly, "More time to spend with you Evans," he smirked out.

Lily scowled and turned her back on James. James felt horrible and looked up at Sirius who was collecting Remus, Peter, Kingsley and Frank's Galleons saying happily, "Told ya he'd blow it with Evans and blow something up as well..!"

Author's Note: So, so, so, so, so . . . SO sorry for not updating this story. I apologize deeply. Well anywho . . . how'd you like the chapter. Here we start to see Lily not liking James. In the next chapter (which is almost done) Lily will no longer even speak to James in a friendly manor due to a certain prank. We also meet the boys' teachers. Flying lessons are in the next chapter so you'll meet that teacher later. And no, it's not Madame Hooch or anyone related to her for that manor. I also want to try something new. I know we all love having are boys get in trouble, and I have most of the 7 years planned out for then. But however . . . if you have a prank or an idea you'd like to be in the story, tell me and I will go over the idea and see if it will fit in the story. This is something new I'm doing . . . I'm just curious to see what everyone else thinks the boys might wander into. I'm it might notget in the story, and I'm not promising it will. Just wondering what goes on with your thoughts. If you've taken the time to read this long note, thanks and if you're not sick of me, please read and review leaving of course helpful comments any ideas you might have. If you have a idea you'd like to see (not saying it will get in) in the story put it in a review or if you'd like to keep if private email me at: and label the subject: MWPP ideas for FanFic and I will read it. If not I'll delete it. Thanks again.

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