CHAPTER 5

Jack sputtered for words as he looked into the room he had just created. He walked past the wall three times, and when the door appeared, the room behind it was exactly what he wished for. "This place'll never stop amazing me," he mumbled. Harry chuckled. "So how did you come across this place?" he asked as they made themselves comfortable in the chairs provided.

"I guess I'm just good at things like that. When I was in school, I found a hidden chamber when I was twelve. People had been looking for it for centuries. I guess it's just a weird talent of mine." Jack smiled.

"So what do you do when you come in here, anyway. I highly doubt that you would come in here this early in the morning just to sit around."

"Oh, come on, man. I already showed you one of my secrets," he said while gesturing to the room they were in. "You can't expect me to share them all in one morning. And remember, you're sworn to secrecy about this place. You can't tell anyone."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I wish I could though. You don't mind if I use it though. You know, with the student I'm going to fall madly in love with. I think our first time should be somewhere special, and let me tell you, this is some place special." Jack looked over at Harry to see a dumbfounded and shocked expression, and then burst out laughing. "I kidding, jeez." Harry shivered at the thought of sharing a room with someone who's only using it for sex.

"Yeah, I guess you can use it, just don't bring any teenage girls in here with you." Jack laughed again.

"Good deal."

Jack left after that to do whatever he had to do, and Harry could finally get some training in. He decided to cut the training short though, because it was already nearing 7:30. He only did about a half an hour of physical training, and then sat down with some books in order to find something useful during a duel. He finished up early, and went back to wake Remus up, like he did every morning.

"Come on, Mooney. Wakey, Wakey! We have to get everything ready for tomorrow. And you've got to help me!" Remus groaned, and rolled over. The morning was definitely the worst part of the day (except on full moons of coarse). "I'm not gonna be so nice anymore. If you're not up in sixty seconds with your feet at least on the floor..." He left the threat open ended for Remus to use his imagination. Apparently though, he didn't take the threat seriously enough, because after sixty seconds, he still wasn't up. "Okay, Mooney. Don't say I didn't warn you!" With that, he conjured a bucked of ice water, and levitated it over his head. "You asked for it." And he poured it over his head.

Not surprisingly, he was up out of bed in about a millisecond, chasing Harry through the halls. "What the hell! What'd ya do that for? I was getting up, couldn't you tell?"

"Well, that's some bull shit if I ever heard it," Harry replied. When they got to the Great Hall, Harry seemed to remember that he was a wizard, and had the power of magic. He whipped out his wand, and without an incantation, Remus stopped right in his tracks.

"Bloody hell, Harry. Where'd you learn that?" He was still stuck in probably in an extremely uncomfortable position. Harry only smiled.

"So now tell me, Remus. Are you gonna get up from now on when I so politely ask you?" he asked with an evil glint in his eyes.

"I know that look. Oh, god, how much you look like your father." His voice dropped a bit lower, but Harry was close enough to hear it. "Oh bugger, I'm in deep shit." Harry smile reminded Remus of a maniac, and the glint in his eyes wasn't helping either. "What are you planning on doing, Harry?"

"Oh, nothing... yet."

Harry released him from the bind, and sat down to breakfast. Remus started to as well, but Harry stopped him. "Why, Remus, are you really going to sit here with these wonderful people looking like that? I don't think they would appreciate that too much." Going from an evil glint to much too polite was quite crazy. He shook his head to clear his eyes, nodded, and turned back to his quarters to change.

"If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Porder, what was that spell you used on our dear Remus? I must admit your soundless magic is quite impressive," Dumbledore remarked.

"Well, I was doing a bit of personal reading this morning and I came upon a charm. It's called the halting charm. It's quite interesting actually. The person stops immediately as the spell is performed, and no longer continue what he or she is doing. Most people don't know though, that this charm doesn't prevent them from moving at all. They can go backwards in their motions, but that tends to confuse most people." He was nearly done explaining when Dumbledore interrupted.

"I know all about the halting charm, my boy. The spell I meant was the one which forced Mr. Grupin back to his quarters. Soundless and wandless, I must say, I am very impressed."

Harry blushed a bit at his complement, but explained anyway. "Actually sir, this is one of my own spells. I was working on creating one for school last term, but this wasn't the outcome I had wanted. I haven't named it, because I don't really plan on registering it. It sounds a bit like Legimency, but it's much easier, and the theory is quite different. It's quite simple actually; a third student could easily learn and perform it, with a wand of coarse. When I practiced it with a wand, the movements were intricate, so to have the person concentrate on them and get distracted. Then you open their mind with your own, and put a thought into it. For instance, I told Remus to go back to his quarters and change. They confuse the new thoughts with their own, and go with what feels right. It doesn't work one hundred percent of the time, especially when the newly placed thought in their head is outrageous. They still have to use their judgment to decide which thought is more sensible."

"You will never cease to impress me will you, Mr. Porder?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically. Harry blushed even darker. "I just have to ask to see any of your notes on this spell of yours. And if you have any others, I would love to see them. I don't understand why you don't want to register this one though. It could be quite handy some time."

"Yes, but it didn't work for the assignment. We were told to create a variation of another spell that could be used in a dual. This spell would take much too long, and the person casting it would have a large chance of being hit by his or her opponent."

"Quite true, my boy. Quite true."

Breakfast after that went quite smoothly. Remus rejoined the table, and couldn't remember having a spell cast on him other than the halting charm. The late morning and afternoon were spent going over and putting finalizing touches to the lesson plans for the first few weeks. Whenever they got to the seventh year lessons, Harry had to make sure they were absolutely perfect each time. Harry's excuse was that they were older than him, and he didn't want to make a fool out of himself, but Remus had a strong suspicion that it was because his parents would be in that class.

Harry went to bed jittery and nervous that night about the next day. He had decided that he wouldn't do his morning routine, and try to get a little more sleep in the morning.

He did just that, and was awakened at 10:30 by an ice cold bucket of water and Remus standing over head smiling like a lunatic. "Oh, come on, Remus. I have been up at 5:00 every morning since we got here, and you want to wake me up, expecting revenge? The earliest you've been up is 8:00. Sorry, buddy I'm going back to my well deserved rest." He wandlessly levitated him over to and out the door. Before the door was even closed, Harry was perfectly dry, and Remus extremely agitated. How could he get awakened by an ice cold bucket of water to the face and not be mad about it? This was supposed o be the perfect revenge, but if he didn't get mad, there was really no point. He stomped away to his own quarters in attempt to think of another way to get Harry back.

Harry stayed locked up in his room for the rest of the day, doing whatever. No one really knew what he was doing, but that's only because no one really cared. He came out with just about a half of an hour to spare before the train arrived at Hogsmeade.

"What were you doing all day?" Jack asked. "I haven't seen you since yesterday."

"I was working on some my spells. You know, the ones that Dumbledore wants to see? I wrote them up professionally. So now he has something to actually read."

"He didn't want them written up, he just wanted to see your notes. You do realize that you made more work for yourself, and now he's going to try even harder to try and get you to register them."

"I know he will, but I won't give in. If I don't want them registered, I won't let him force me into it, or copy them." Jack just shrugged, and left.

Soon enough, the Carriages arrived, holding all the students. Harry's stomach was tied in knots, and by Remus' face, his wasn't much better. He would see his former self, and childhood best friends in a few minutes, it made sense that he would be nervous as well.

"Are you all right, Harry?" McGonagal asked. She was sitting next to him, and could tell something was wrong.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine," he replied. She just nodded and left to go fetch the first years. Even twenty years ago, she still did everything the same.

The Great Hall opened, and the older students came pouring in. Some looked ecstatic to be back at Hogwarts, but then there were others that already looked home sick. Harry stared at the students, trying to find at least one of five specific people. Lily wouldn't be with James, because it wasn't until later this year that they finally become friends, and eventually more. There it was, a spot of red. Lily's hair could be picked out of anything. It was bright red, and absolutely beautiful. He smiled as they made eye contact. Everyone was right; looking at her eyes was like looking at his own in a mirror. It was amazing.

While he was busy looking his mother over, he missed his dad and fellow Marauders come in and sit down. They were all laughing about something, probably about a past prank, or one they planned on pulling this upcoming year. There he was; his dad. They were almost identical. The only thing different was that Harry's features were a bit softer, and he was a little bit shorter.

No one seemed to notice that there was a new teacher sitting at the head table, let alone three. They all seemed content on keeping to their own conversations, until the doors swung open for last time for that night. McGonagal led the first years through the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. The sorting began with Christine Ables and ended thirty minutes later with Andrew Yeland. A few people seemed to notice the new professors now, but as soon as the food appeared, they were drawn back to their own tables.

"Is it always this lonely sitting up?" Harry asked McGonagal who was now sitting next to him again.

"Sometimes. This is always the worst day though, because the students all have to talk to each other and catch up. We're just the supervisors, we're not one of them." He sighed; this was not going to be as fun as he expected.

Once the food was cleared, Dumbledore called for attention. "Welcome back to a new year, here at Hogwarts! I ask the older students to please welcome the newer ones, and help them if they need it. The Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students, and please beware of the Whomping Willow on the grounds as well. We have quite a few new professors this year, and I want you to make them feel welcome as well. On the far end we have Professor Hunter. He will be our new Care of Magical Creatures professor." There was a polite round of applause, which was slightly louder from a specific section of girls at the Hufflepuff table. "Seated next to him is our Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant, Professor Grupin." There was another spell of applause, and Harry was sure he saw the Marauders give each other questioning looks. "And on my other side, we have Professor Porder, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." There was a stunned silence before the applause came. Everyone in the hall immediately recognized the similaries between James and Harry. This was sure to make an interesting year.

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