Right Out of a Muggle Storrybook
Summary: Basically this is just another cute story of how James Potter and Lily Evans come together. It takes place during the Marauders 7th year at Hogwarts and the students' new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is making them all keep journals during the year. Also, things are especially bound to get interesting with Lily and James paired up as Head Boy and Head Girl...
Disclaimer Thingy: I don't ownJ.K Rowling'scharacters. Duh. But I do have full ownership of Proffesor Walker and Emma (who I am basing loosely on my own best friend), both of whom I happen to like.
Chapter 4: Walker's Journals
"Wake up! Come on, wake up everyone!" Peter cried impatiently, grabbing the covers off Sirius and trying to roughly shake James to his feet.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" growled Sirius, not yet fully awake. James could only grunt something unintelligible, not bothering to move. James couldn't even manage to open his eyes; the lights were so fluorescently bright. Remus was already somewhat awake, fully dressed, and comfortably sitting on the edge of his bed.
"It's the first day of classes and we have to get down to breakfast early so we won't be late" Peter quickly explained, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. Sirius was somehow able to sit up long enough to shoot Peter a disbelieving look then hurled his pillow at him with such force that Peter almost toppled over. Sirius was anything but a morning person.
"Bloody twit...excited about classes of all things" Sirius muttered, proceeding to curl back in his bed almost completely oblivious to the fact that he had neither his blanket nor his pillow.
Remus watched on at his friends, not all together surprised at the scene, but somewhat amused nonetheless. Remus knew from experience that staying to try to wake them up would be a futile effort and would only result in he and Peter being late themselves. Well, Peter had tried to wake Sirius and James so neither could lay blame if they were late for their first class.
"Come on Peter" Remus said to the smaller boy who was now so jittery that he reminded Remus of a child who had eaten one too many sugar quills. "Lets start heading up for breakfast. I don't think that we're going to be able to get either of them up, and I'm getting rather hungry sitting here. It will be their own fault if they're late" Remus said, shrugging. Peter wasn't quite sure what to make of this suggestion, but still followed Remus out the door, taking one last apprehensive look at the two sleeping Marauders. Remus couldn't help but silently chuckle. They would be fine. Probably a little annoyed at the fact that he and Peter had been unsuccessful in their attempt to wake them, but fine nonetheless.
James stretched out his arms and legs, completely relaxed and slowly started to open his eyes and adjust to the light. He turned his head to look at the clock on the wall then quickly sat upright. Bloody hell. Their first lesson had started two minutes ago. James quickly pulled himself out of bed, still slightly disoriented with his surroundings.
"Sirius! Wake up mate! We're late" James said frazzled, literally trying to pull his friend out bed. Once Sirius had managed to open his eyes, he blinked, obviously confused, then turned to look at the clock much the same way that James had just moments earlier.
"Blimey! Why didn't Remus or Peter wake us up!" Sirius asked as he frantically searched the messy room for a robe to throw on.
After both boys had rapidly dressed, James realized that neither he nor Sirius had looked at their schedules yet. He scuffled through his belongings for the piece of parchment, then scanned past Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions until he saw what class they were supposed to be in at that very moment; Defense Against the Dark Arts. Boulderdash, he cursed silently as he inwardly groaned thinking of all the pranks that the Marauders had played the previous year in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, much to a very agitated professor. Their teacher, Professor Bic, had it out for all four Marauders (although particularly James and Sirius) ever since third year when they had let loose a bunch of cornish pixies during one especially boring class, causing complete and utter havoc among the students. It had been quite funny really. Professor Bic's dislike for the boys was hardly unwarranted though, as this had only been one of the many pranks that they had played in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it was a nuisance all the same. Professor Bic happily jumped at any chance he had to hand out a detention to a Marauder. James hurriedly told Sirius that they were supposed to be in Defense Against the Dark, and Sirius seemed to be just as pleased with this news as James, angrily muttering that "that idiot wouldn't dare give us a detention on the first day back." Both boys grabbed their books ad pelted down the corridor at full speed, narrowly missing Peeves' dung bomb thrown from overhead.
They reached the door of the classroom after what seemed to be all of eternity, and then flung the door wide open, both of their faces unnatural shades of red from running. Much to both boys delight, Professor Bic was nowhere to be seen. Instead, at the front of the classroom was a lanky, dark haired man with long sideburns who couldn't have been more than a few years older than the students themselves. Also to the boys delight, he seemed to be fashioning a large mohawk which had electric purple streaks that wildly contrasted against his deep brown hair. The man at the front of the room looked as though he could have just stepped right out of a wizarding rock group.
The man grinned widely at Sirius and James as they entered the room. "Well, hi there" he said to them. "You must be the infamous James Potter and Sirius Black that I've been hearing so much about" he looked down at the documents he held in his hands then continued to talk. "If you had both been here on time with the rest of your classmates you would have heard me introduce myself. I'm Professor Walker. Professor Bic will not be back this year due to family problems, so I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He scanned the area then spotted two empty desks somewhere in the middle of the room. "Now, we have some spare seats right over there so if you will kindly sit down and try not to cause too much trouble." He winked James and Sirius then turned to face the rest of the class, who all looked more lively than they had been with Professor Bic in charge.
James and Sirius walked to their desks, hardly daring to believe their good luck. Not only did they manage to escape from detention, it seemed that they finally had managed to get a cool teacher. It definitely was a pleasant change to have someone like Professor Walker as appose to the stiff, boring Professor Bic. James' grin became even larger when he noticed who just happened to be sitting in the chair next to his. In all the confusion, he had somehow just totally forgotten that he would be seeing Lily again.
"Hi Lily, miss me much?" James asked cockily. Lily was so disgusted by this that she decided to just ignore him completely, focusing on what Professor Walker was saying with as much determination as she could muster. Professor Walker had just finished going over the basic information that every teacher had to go over, and was now talking about how although his class was going to be practical and cover everything that was needed for their NEWTS, his teaching style was a little different to most, and Defense Against the Dark Arts this year was going to be a little different to what they were used to. Professor Walker had the whole classes' attention; even Sirius looked somewhat interested.
Professor Walker ceased his talking for a moment as he summoned leather bound parchment notebooks and handed them out to each student without explaining himself and sat down in his chair at the front of the room. It was without doubt that he had sparked the classes' curiosity even more.
"Erm….what exactly are these for?" asked a dubious boy in the second row after five minutes had passed of everyone studying the notebooks, unsuccessfully trying to discover their purpose.
"Oh, right!" Professor Walker said, suddenly realizing that he had forgotten to explain himself. "The most powerful magic that exists purely comes from emotion, and the way to best overcome the dark arts is by channelling that emotion and using it to your benefit." Seeing the confused looks that he was receiving, Professor Walker continued his explanation. "Thee are no longer the times when a simple incantation can stop dark magic. That is where these come into play" said Professor Walker, gesturing towards the notebooks. "These will be your journals for this year. It is where you will find your inner self. I advise you not to take this lightly. Not only will these journals count for much of your marks this year, it is the best way to prepare yourself for the dangers that we are now facing in the wizarding world. I will collect these once a month, and I expect daily entries from all of you. You may all leave a little early if you wish today. Class dismissed"
All the Gryffindor students scurried out of the classroom, not really quite sure of their opinions concerning their new teacher and his unusually, slightly wacky assignment. Defense Against the Dark Arts would make this year interesting to say the least.
A/N: I actually really like this chapter, so I hope that other people do too :) So I guess that's all I have to say, except to tell people to REVIEW! Please, please, please, please review. I want to know what people think. Thanks.