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"First years, this way please," called a gruff voice. Harry saw a tall man with leathery, weather-beaten skin beckoning a crowd of apprehensive looking first years toward the lake egde. Harry recognized Ogg, the game keeper of Hogwarts before Hagrid, by Mrs. Weasely's description of him. A twenty-years younger Hagrid stood next to him, smiling warmly through a tangle of bushy, but quite short, red hair.
Harry and Lupin watched eleven year old James, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew climb on board a boat together. Harry found that he was able to half walk, half bob behind the boats, waist deep in water but still intangible.
James and Sirius were once again chattering excitedly, this time about their favorite Quidditch teams. Remus, who was looking bewilderedly around the boat as if he'd never before had friends, attempted to make polite conversation with Pettigrew. Peter didn't respond. He made a few feeble nodding motions with his head and quickly resigned to staring at the bottom of the boat. Harry was pleased to see that he looked rather green and seasick.
Harry watched Pettigrew carefully for a few minutes, but was sorely disappointed when Pettigrew didn't topple out of the rocking boat. Harry eventually gave up and surveyed the crowd assembled in the boats around him. He noticed that Lupin was doing the same thing.
Harry followed Lupin's gaze to a boat in the back of the crowd which contained only one, lonely looking occupant. He couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt for young Snape, even though a tiny part of him desperately hoped that Snape would fall into the lake.
"Black, Bellatrix!" called Professor McGonagall. "SLYTHERIN" bellowed the Sorting Hat.
"Black, Sirius!" Sirius held his head up high and strode coolly towards the Hat. "GRIFFINDOR!" said the hat. Sirius gave a grim smile and raced over to the Griffindor table. Harry caught him throwing a nervous, fleeting glance towards the Slytherin table. He noticed quite a few of them glaring unpleasantly at him, and immediately understood why. Remembering the ...lovely...décor in Number 12 Grimmuald Place, he imagined that Sirius's family would not be pleased that he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin.
"Bode, Broderick!" "RAVENCLAW!"
Harry noticed that adult Lupin was once again wandering around, apparently trying to identify the people around them. Harry walked right through the Hufflepuff table and joined him.
"There's Tonks's father, Ted," he pointed towards the Ravenclaw table at a second year who had managed to knock all of his dinnerware onto the floor. Apparently Tonks had inherited her father's grace and poise.
"Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black." Harry observed Mr. Malfoy, looking at the Sorting ceremony with a supremely bored expression on his face. He clapped lazily when "Lestrage, Rodolphous" became a Slytherin. Narcissa was splitting her attention between glaring at Sirius and gazing hopefully at Lucius. Lucius didn't –or at least pretended not to—notice as she pulled a long, thin curtain of blond hair around her shoulder and batted her eyelashes in his direction.
Harry followed Lupin to the Griffindor table and as paced the length of it, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Arthur Weasley, 5th year...Molly Prewett, also 5th year." The two young Griffindors were sitting side by side on the bench, holding hands. Mrs. Weasley planted a small kiss on Mr. Weasley's cheek. He turned bright red, a violent shade which matched his fiery hair. Harry was reminded strongly of Ron.
"Gideon and Fabian Prewett, third and second year." Lupin gestured towards two boys. "Amazing beaters, I imagine that's where Fred and George inherited their talent from." Harry looked at Mrs. Wealsey. "Prewett...?" he asked, frowning. "Are they Mrs. Weasley's...?" "Her only brothers," said Lupin. "Moody said they were..." Harry trailed off. "Murdered by Death Eaters, yes." He said darkly, glancing over at the Slytherin table.
"Lupin, Remus." Harry whirled his head around just in time to see an uneasy looking Lupin climb up on the stool to be Sorted into—
"GRIFFINDOR!" The Griffindors cheered wildly. An immensely relieved looking Lupin staggered off towards the cheering table. "I was rather worried that a werewolf would only find home among Slytherins," explained adult Lupin, shrugging.
Lupin wandered around, pointing out more old friends, and enemies, until – "James, Potter!" swaggered up to the front of the Great Hall and took his rightful place among the Griffindors.
The Hat took what felt like an incredibly long time to sort "Pettigrew, Peter!" into Griffindor. As Peter scurried towards James and Sirius, Harry marveled at the idea that someone so cowardly had been placed in a House known for its bravery. "Choices, Harry..." Dumbledore's voice seemed to echo inside his brain. Lupin had fallen silent. He was still staring intently at the four soon-to-be Marauders as "Vance, Emmaline!" was Sorted into Ravenclaw. The scene began to dissolve.
The Great Hall was again packed with people. Harry surmised that it was dinnertime with a quick glance at the enchanted ceiling. James and Sirius, still eleven years old, weren't paying any attention to the food in front of them. Instead, they were discussing their grandiose plans for a box they were cradling under the table. Harry peeped over Sirius's shoulder and identified a small crate packed with Dungbombs. Harry couldn't help snickering.
"—no that won't work!" hissed James. "Of course it will." snapped Sirius. "We just need to keep them hidden long enough!" Pettigrew was staring at them both as if they were the most incredibly brilliant people he had ever met. He continually interjected excited squeaks and cries of "That's brilliant, James!" into the conversation.
Remus wasn't eating at all. He was merely staring down at his hands and looking out the window so often he appeared to have developed a twitch. James and Sirius finally noticed Remus's odd behavior and stared at him. Remus apparently hadn't noticed the lull in conversation. He threw three more intense glances out the window before he noticed his friends staring at him and blushed. He was so pale and peaky looking that the pink tinge in his cheeks was barely visible.
"All right, mate?" inquired James uneasily. "What are you looking for?" asked Sirius curiously, leaning over to see out the window. "Nothing!" said Lupin quickly. "I –um---have to go—visit my mum." he said nervously. "She's sick." "Are you sure it's not contagious?" asked James, staring warily at Lupin's pale complexion. "Yes...eh--goodbye!" Lupin managed to choke out before grabbing his books and fleeing the Hall.
Adult Lupin shook his head sadly. "I thought that was pretty convincing at the time..."
The three boys watched Lupin racing away. They looked quite bewildered. For a moment, no one spoke. "I have some waterproof fireworks," said James suddenly. "Ooh, that'd be good," replied Sirius, his eyes lighting up.
AN: That was fun! I'll try to update as soon as possible...if anyone cares...
"First years, this way please," called a gruff voice. Harry saw a tall man with leathery, weather-beaten skin beckoning a crowd of apprehensive looking first years toward the lake egde. Harry recognized Ogg, the game keeper of Hogwarts before Hagrid, by Mrs. Weasely's description of him. A twenty-years younger Hagrid stood next to him, smiling warmly through a tangle of bushy, but quite short, red hair.
Harry and Lupin watched eleven year old James, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew climb on board a boat together. Harry found that he was able to half walk, half bob behind the boats, waist deep in water but still intangible.
James and Sirius were once again chattering excitedly, this time about their favorite Quidditch teams. Remus, who was looking bewilderedly around the boat as if he'd never before had friends, attempted to make polite conversation with Pettigrew. Peter didn't respond. He made a few feeble nodding motions with his head and quickly resigned to staring at the bottom of the boat. Harry was pleased to see that he looked rather green and seasick.
Harry watched Pettigrew carefully for a few minutes, but was sorely disappointed when Pettigrew didn't topple out of the rocking boat. Harry eventually gave up and surveyed the crowd assembled in the boats around him. He noticed that Lupin was doing the same thing.
Harry followed Lupin's gaze to a boat in the back of the crowd which contained only one, lonely looking occupant. He couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt for young Snape, even though a tiny part of him desperately hoped that Snape would fall into the lake.
"Black, Bellatrix!" called Professor McGonagall. "SLYTHERIN" bellowed the Sorting Hat.
"Black, Sirius!" Sirius held his head up high and strode coolly towards the Hat. "GRIFFINDOR!" said the hat. Sirius gave a grim smile and raced over to the Griffindor table. Harry caught him throwing a nervous, fleeting glance towards the Slytherin table. He noticed quite a few of them glaring unpleasantly at him, and immediately understood why. Remembering the ...lovely...décor in Number 12 Grimmuald Place, he imagined that Sirius's family would not be pleased that he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin.
"Bode, Broderick!" "RAVENCLAW!"
Harry noticed that adult Lupin was once again wandering around, apparently trying to identify the people around them. Harry walked right through the Hufflepuff table and joined him.
"There's Tonks's father, Ted," he pointed towards the Ravenclaw table at a second year who had managed to knock all of his dinnerware onto the floor. Apparently Tonks had inherited her father's grace and poise.
"Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black." Harry observed Mr. Malfoy, looking at the Sorting ceremony with a supremely bored expression on his face. He clapped lazily when "Lestrage, Rodolphous" became a Slytherin. Narcissa was splitting her attention between glaring at Sirius and gazing hopefully at Lucius. Lucius didn't –or at least pretended not to—notice as she pulled a long, thin curtain of blond hair around her shoulder and batted her eyelashes in his direction.
Harry followed Lupin to the Griffindor table and as paced the length of it, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Arthur Weasley, 5th year...Molly Prewett, also 5th year." The two young Griffindors were sitting side by side on the bench, holding hands. Mrs. Weasley planted a small kiss on Mr. Weasley's cheek. He turned bright red, a violent shade which matched his fiery hair. Harry was reminded strongly of Ron.
"Gideon and Fabian Prewett, third and second year." Lupin gestured towards two boys. "Amazing beaters, I imagine that's where Fred and George inherited their talent from." Harry looked at Mrs. Wealsey. "Prewett...?" he asked, frowning. "Are they Mrs. Weasley's...?" "Her only brothers," said Lupin. "Moody said they were..." Harry trailed off. "Murdered by Death Eaters, yes." He said darkly, glancing over at the Slytherin table.
"Lupin, Remus." Harry whirled his head around just in time to see an uneasy looking Lupin climb up on the stool to be Sorted into—
"GRIFFINDOR!" The Griffindors cheered wildly. An immensely relieved looking Lupin staggered off towards the cheering table. "I was rather worried that a werewolf would only find home among Slytherins," explained adult Lupin, shrugging.
Lupin wandered around, pointing out more old friends, and enemies, until – "James, Potter!" swaggered up to the front of the Great Hall and took his rightful place among the Griffindors.
The Hat took what felt like an incredibly long time to sort "Pettigrew, Peter!" into Griffindor. As Peter scurried towards James and Sirius, Harry marveled at the idea that someone so cowardly had been placed in a House known for its bravery. "Choices, Harry..." Dumbledore's voice seemed to echo inside his brain. Lupin had fallen silent. He was still staring intently at the four soon-to-be Marauders as "Vance, Emmaline!" was Sorted into Ravenclaw. The scene began to dissolve.
The Great Hall was again packed with people. Harry surmised that it was dinnertime with a quick glance at the enchanted ceiling. James and Sirius, still eleven years old, weren't paying any attention to the food in front of them. Instead, they were discussing their grandiose plans for a box they were cradling under the table. Harry peeped over Sirius's shoulder and identified a small crate packed with Dungbombs. Harry couldn't help snickering.
"—no that won't work!" hissed James. "Of course it will." snapped Sirius. "We just need to keep them hidden long enough!" Pettigrew was staring at them both as if they were the most incredibly brilliant people he had ever met. He continually interjected excited squeaks and cries of "That's brilliant, James!" into the conversation.
Remus wasn't eating at all. He was merely staring down at his hands and looking out the window so often he appeared to have developed a twitch. James and Sirius finally noticed Remus's odd behavior and stared at him. Remus apparently hadn't noticed the lull in conversation. He threw three more intense glances out the window before he noticed his friends staring at him and blushed. He was so pale and peaky looking that the pink tinge in his cheeks was barely visible.
"All right, mate?" inquired James uneasily. "What are you looking for?" asked Sirius curiously, leaning over to see out the window. "Nothing!" said Lupin quickly. "I –um---have to go—visit my mum." he said nervously. "She's sick." "Are you sure it's not contagious?" asked James, staring warily at Lupin's pale complexion. "Yes...eh--goodbye!" Lupin managed to choke out before grabbing his books and fleeing the Hall.
Adult Lupin shook his head sadly. "I thought that was pretty convincing at the time..."
The three boys watched Lupin racing away. They looked quite bewildered. For a moment, no one spoke. "I have some waterproof fireworks," said James suddenly. "Ooh, that'd be good," replied Sirius, his eyes lighting up.
AN: That was fun! I'll try to update as soon as possible...if anyone cares...