Disclosure: I am still not J.K, try again latter.

A/n: See, I'm fixing all of my chapters, possibly. Don't look at me that way! Anyway, please enjoy and remember I do try my best, but I'm going to make mistakes, especially in spelling. Sometimes my spelling is just too horrid for even spell-check to pick up. ;

"But he doesn't look any older then me!" A voice cried out.

Chapter twice or second

Harry glanced down at the Gryffindor table and felt his stomach twist at the sight of the student who had made the comment. Even though he had known that he would be seeing them it had not fully impacted him till now. Dumbledore smiled at the brash boy.

"Are you saying, Mr. Black, that you need to be old to have knowledge about the Dark arts?" Dumbledore asked the black haired youth. Some of the younger students looked at each other with nervous smiles.

"No sir, only wondering if he is up to Hogwarts standards." The troublemaker known as Sirius Black answered with a cocky smile. The three boys he was sitting with looked at him in exasperation.

"I assure you Mr. Black, you need not worry yourself over the well being of the Defense classes. Professor Porter may be young, but he is quite capable." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling merrily. "Is there anything else you would like to add before we continue, Mr. Black?" But Sirius was no longer in sight. His fellow marauders had pulled him under the table and out of the way. They were hungry and didn't want Sirius to prolong their pain.

"Sorry about that Professor. You know Sirius, he never knows when to shut his mouth." Sirius's messy, black haired friend said, adding a kick under the table as he said the last part. Dumbledore smiled merrily at the boy.

"That is quite all right Mr. Potter. Now, let the feast begin!" With a collective murmur of finally, the Great Hall filled with noise as the students ate and talked.

"Sirius, you great prat. Can't you go through one opening feast without saying something?" Remus Lupin asked his friend after they let him out from under the table. Sirius, at the sight of food, ignored Remus and started filling his plate.

"Moony, give it up. When Sirius is eating, you could have a troll ask to borrow a pencil, and he wouldn't notice." James Potter said, looking at Sirius in disgust. "I do wish he would slow down so the food would end up in his mouth instead of on us."

Giving up on talking any sense into their friend, the other marauders turned their attention to their food. Among eating and laughter, the main dishes disappeared and desert appeared. James looked up at the new Professor and realized that Porter was staring at him. When Porter saw that he was caught he smiled at James and went back to his conversation with Flitwick.

"So Remus, what do you think of our new Professor?" James asked, eyeing Porter as he spoke.

"I wont know until I have a class with him, so until then I would say he looks friendly enough." Remus said thoughtfully.

"I don't trust the guy. First he keeps staring at us. He also blends in to well. I mean, he doesn't have anything that makes him stand out. His sandy colored hair, his dull eyes, I dunno, there's just something about him that is secretive." James said quietly. Remus looked at James with raised eyebrows.

"Sandy colored hair? Dull eyes? James, have you been reading those romance novels Peter gave you in fourth year to help you win over Lily again?"

"What! A…noooo." James said in a nervous voice. Sirius snorted into his pudding. "Oh, sod off"

"How is it going with our Lily flower any way?" Sirius asked, finally done eating. Those romance books have had to do some good after all." His friends started laughing again while James glared. Leave it to these wankers to take the mickey out of him because of his reading preference.

"Laugh while you can. You won't be laughing when Lily finally agrees to go out with me." Sirius looked at him with a very straight face.

"Right you are James, we'll be to busy singing the Hallelujah chorus." Once again, the marauders started laughing while James grumbled under his breath.

A/n: Do you know how distracting it is to try and do this while listening to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Christmas CD? That and O-zones Dragostea Din Tei, other wise known as the Numa Numa song? Very distracting. But I can't resist, so I have no one but myself to blame.