Disclaimer: I don't own this, and I never will unless someone's god loves me more than anything else in the world. Until then I shall write lowly fanfiction.

Warning: This contains slash. Don't like it, press the back button. Do like it? Then read on. I don't think there are many spoilers in this, but read the books anyways.

AN: This is AU. As in no magic. This idea just popped in my head and wouldn't leave. So there we have it. I think the last year of school before you leave for college is called your eleventh year in England, but if I'm wrong please tell me. I'm American, and as much as I love all things British, I don't know that much. Well, enjoy!

His eleventh year. He couldn't believe his parents would do this to him. Just up and move in his eleventh year of schooling. He supposed that it wasn't reasonable of him to expect his father to turn down a huge promotion just so he could finish his last year of school, even if it meant that he had to leave his friends behind and start a new life. But no one ever said James Potter was reasonable.

He looked up at his new school, Hogwarts Academy. Who the hell named a school Hogwarts? If the students were as weird as the school, then this would be a hell of a trip.

James entered the building and looked around. According to the note that had been mailed to his parents, he was supposed to go to the vice principal's office. What the note didn't tell him was where that office was located. He looked around for assistance of some kind, a map or a sign, even a teacher. However, what he got was an angel.

She had long red hair that went down to her mid-back. It was kept out of her face by a purple headband that complemented her knee-length olive green dress perfectly. James checked his mouth for drool, and satisfied that none was present, he approached her. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder, attempting to divert her attention from her locker to him.

However, he lost all coherent thoughts, as her eyes met his. They were the most amazing green orbs he had ever seen. They twinkled like emeralds in a glass of whiskey. Or like lettuce in a salad of radishes. He was pulled out of his amazingly poetic thoughts when the girl finally spoke, and he realized her voice was the most beautiful of all.

"May I help you with something?" she asked, in a soft melodic voice.

James snapped out of his reverie and ran a hand through his already tousled hair.

"Umm… yeah, actually, you can. I'm new, and I was wondering where the vice principal's office was."

The girl's smile brightened rather quickly. She finished loading her backpack and closed her locker.

"You know, I'm actually heading that way right now. I'll walk you there. My name is Lily."

The girl stuck her hand out, which James immediately shook.

"Thanks. My name is James."

He began to follow Lily down the hallway, pausing every so often to glance at the other students. Most of them were staring at the boy and girl and whispering amongst themselves.

"Umm… Lily, why are we being stared at?"

Lily blushed and looked at the floor. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger before looking at James again.

"Well, probably because someone is walking with me. You see, I'm not that popular. In fact, there really aren't very many people who talk to me. So, for me to be seen with someone is kind of a big deal. I understand that you'll make more popular friends, but if you ever need me, don't hesitate to ask. Oh, here's Ms. McGonagall's office. Well have a good day!"

The girl bustled off before he even had a chance to say anything to her. As she wove through the students, he figured he might as well try anyways.

"Goodbye!" he shouted after her shrinking figure. He turned and entered the office, taking a seat next to another boy who was waiting.

He couldn't figure out why nobody liked the girl. She was sweet and beautiful, what about her wasn't there to like? He diverted his attention back to the boy next to him, who had just emitted a hoarse cough.

He was thin, extremely so, in fact, he looked rather sickly. His face was pale, but his lips were rather red and chapped. He had amber eyes that accented his tawny hair perfectly. His hair was pulled back into a short ponytail that went to his shoulders. He was wearing a beige collared short-sleeved shirt, along with brown corduroy bell-bottoms. He pushed up his round glasses and looked towards the door, where distinct yelling could be heard. James followed his gaze.

"Black how many times must I tell you to obey your teachers! No, don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. You will receive two detentions, now get out of my office before I make it three!"

A young boy emerged from the office followed closely by an old woman. The boy had a smirk on his face, which had rather sharp angles and an aristocratic look. His eyes were a pale blue, and his hair was black. His rather wavy mane went down to his lower neck, which seemed to be a rather girly hairstyle to James, but then again it was the seventies, people dressed weird. He was clothed in a baggy black shirt and baggy black pants to match. Overall, he looked rather gothic, and a tad scary.

The woman, who James presumed was Ms. McGonagall, looked over at the two bespectacled young men. She nodded at the boy next to him, and then settled her penetrating stare on James.

"You're James Potter aren't you?" after receiving a nod she continued. "Ah yes, well, I'm sure you have already presumed I am Ms. Mcgonagall, your vice principal. Well, you have already received the rules and regulations in your letter correct?" she got another nod in response. "Well, good then. Here's your schedule. I do believe your first class is Social Science, so you may just follow these two," she gestured at the small boy in bellbottoms, and his friend in black, "as they have the same class as you. Good day."

James blinked at her rather concise manner. However, he turned his gaze to the two boys he was supposed to follow. They were gone.

"Hey, you. You better hurry up if you don't want to be late to your first class."

James turned his head to find the face of the boy in black smirking at him from the door. He hurried after the two boys as they made their way down the hallway.

They finally arrived in the classroom. James hesitated at the door, but the two other boys continued walking in. The teacher, who was an old and gray man didn't even notice as the two seated themselves in the back of the class. As it seemed that the teacher would never notice James, he took a seat towards the window. He got a few questioning glances, especially as he took out paper for which to take notes on whatever the teacher was lecturing about. Something, that it seemed, that no one else was doing. In fact most of the students seemed to be sleeping, and the two boys he had followed were passing notes. James sighed. This was definitely a weird school.

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