Ch-1:At The Beginning

Loud chatter and talk could be heard from the room off the hall at Hogwarts school of Witch craft and Wizardry. It was September 3rd, the beginning of a new school year. Many of the first years looked around rather shaken at a huddle of boys and girls at the very back of the room. They all had sallow faces, some paler than others but all turned to each other. Some would glance over at the rest of the new years students with an odd look or gleam in their eyes. These causing many of the students closest to the group try and blend with the rest of up front.

The heavy door that was obscuring them from the full impact of noise from the Great Hall was opened to show them a witch in green robes and a tight bun at the back of her head. "Fallow me please," she said sternly and stepped into the massive Great Hall. There were many gasps of oowes and awes from the students up front, but those that were in the back just huddled even closer, staring at the ceiling.

They came to a stop in front of a stool with an old wizards hat placed upon it. All the students looked at it. Then the hat to all the new years shock burst into song. When it was over with its melody the witch that had collected them called," When I call your name, sit on the stool so as to be put into your houses."

She then brandished a rather large role of parchment and started calling names. Slowly all the first years students that had been in the front were called. Many students then looked at the huddled group curiously. There had never been students who had not been called before, or to their memories at least. At this point Dumbledore got to his feet. Every one in the hall turned to their headmaster, hoping that he would explain what was going on.

"Before we all tuck in, I would like to say a few words," he cleared his throat before continuing. "Hogwarts is very lucky to be hosting these students in front of us for their schooling years. These young boys and girls will be joining all of you, of all various years, in your classes. These are transfer students from another magical school known as Blades' Academy of Wizardry and Magical Creature. Now Minerva if you will kindly sort these young ladies and gentlemen…" he sat down, folding his hands and staring at the group.

The witch, Minerva Migonagle, then brandished a new role of parchment. "Anderson, Hannibal…" was the first name. Soon the students from Blades were almost sorted, there was only three students left. One boy looked as though he should be in fourth year then was called to the sorting hat. Leaving, what would seem to be a sixth year girl and a second year boy with his head down, and shoulder length blonde hair. "McSanderz, Jennifer…" the sixth year girl went to the seat," Ravenclaw!" The hat shouted. Then, there was a pause," Snape, Johnny…" the boy with blonde hair raised his head, there was a sudden murmur at this, for quite visible on the boys face was a large yellow, black and purple bruise that seemed to spread from his left eye. He discarded the murmurs and walked to the stool. "Gryffindor!" shouted the hat. He quickly got off the seat and walked to the very end of the table, near the door.

Many Students stared as he passed, but the boy didn't care. He sat down with other friend s that had arrived with him and was sorted into the same house. They all looked at him, concern etched on their faces. But he just grabbed a plate and piled it high with food and started to eat.

Mean while the Marauders were putting their heads together, discussing what to do with the little relative of Snivviles.

The next morning Johnny woke early and headed down to the Great Hall, but was stopped on the way there by the Marauders.

"Morning"

"….." Johnny just looked at the boys, unsure weather to answer or just push past them.

"Hay, you ok? We just want to welcome you and your school mate here to Hogwarts is all, so you don't have to be so tense mate," said a boy with untidy black hair and glasses. Johnny looked at him and blinked.

"I'm Remus Lupin," a boy with ginger hair extended his hand, Johnny gulped. The boys were in a total loss of why the boy was tensing at just a simple and courteous gesture. Lupin lowered his hand. "Are you alright? I'm a prefect, sort of like a lieutenant at your school, I wont hurt you." But at the mention of his school Johnny looked at him a little startled.

"You know about Blades?"

"Yes, I looked it up last night before going to bed. So don't worry, we're like a welcoming committee for the new Gryffindors."

Johnny nodded in compliance. But then there were footsteps coming up behind them, fast. The five boys turned to see who was coming.

"Hoi, bolsheta claw 1," the boy, who was in front of the group, spoke in a very deep, smooth voice with a Transylvanian accent. He looked quizzically at the Marauders, who took a step back. This boy-no man gave them the feeling that he wasn't someone to trifle with. He had ear length, black hair, matching eye and a pale, dead mans' complexion. He looked at least six foot-two and lean but still looked rather handsome.

The other boys some what resembled the boy that had spoken. Some with pale skin, some tan. Their hair varied from short and wiry looking to long and silky; from black to white-blonde like Malfoys'.

They stopped in front of the five boys. The boy that had spoken stared from James to Lupin to Black to Petegrew, his eyes piercing like knives each boy.

"Benhatcha claudenshkay, shootsuki- sementso 2"

Johnny shook his head. The man nodded once and exhaled. The other boys still looked daggers at James and his group.

"Hello I …ah…I'm Remus Lupin, prefect for Gryffindor house. We were just welcoming Johnny here…" Lupin started, but one of the boys burst into a raging fit at the sound of him using Johnny's name. Lupin got the gist of that he should not have done so, even though he couldn't understand what the boy was saying.

"SILENCE," shouted the tall Transylvanian youth. He glared at the boy that had been yelling. "You vill say no more to anyone unless spoken to Shackal! Am I underrstood?"

"Yes," the boy mumbled looking down. James, Black and Lupin all looked questioningly at Johnny for some sort of explanation.

But the response came from the Transylvanian," Sorry about that, Jackal doesn't feel that strangers should use our first names. It's an honor thing. He's a werewolf after all…" he trailed off.

"Really? Well I can understand his reasoning…" Jackal and the other boys plus James, Black and Petegrew turned to look at him.

"Oh really?" Jackal sneered. "And just how would you understand my reasoning of honor?"

"Because I too am a werewolf."

All the boys just stared. "So if you're a werewolf then why would you be goin' here instead of a safe housed school like Blades'?" asked a rather large boy with watery gray eyes, short dirty blonde hair and double chin.

"Because it was his decision to go here Michael," came a silky voice from behind the Marauders. They all turned.

Johnny gasped, then walked forward and gave Snape a backbreaking hug. He didn't let go, but to the Marauders surprise he returned the hug with as much enthusiasm as Johnny.

Finally pulling away Snape clasped Johnny's shoulders. Looking straight into his eyes he said," We need to talk, don't we?"

James and the others were completely taken aback by the tone of Snapes' voice. It was soothing, gentle, and kind; not like the normal tone he always used in the halls or towards themselves.

Snape turned to the group of boys behind James and said," Sec vaka noste mesh 3?"

James turned around to see the others reactions to what ever Snape had just said, but the Transylvanian just nodded his head at Snape and turned to the Great Hall.

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1: Hoi, bolsheta claw Hoi, what the hell are you doing!

2: Benhatcha claudenshkay, shootsuki- sementso What are they doing? Are they upsetting you, do you want

us to get rid of them?

3: Sec vaka noste mesh? It's important, do you need him?