Yeah, I should be finished posting this today. So anyone who's interested, please say so, because I need a little criticism so I know what to do with the sequel. Thanks!

Ginny and Hermione were surprised to find two trunks, packed for a school year, at the feet of their respective beds in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

"Hermione Granger," the witch read.

"Well, would you look at that," Ginny said. "She can say her own name, little Hermione's all grown up."

"Shut it, Ginny."

"Ginny—that can't be right—Corner?"

"Well, weren't you going with Michael?"

"Oh, come on, I dumped him fourth year—well, your fifth, remember?"

"Oh, right. Well, let's try a spell to ascertain that everything pertaining to you (let's put your brother in, too, you two are too much like brother and sister to leave him out) bears your name—people will ask about this other Weasley, you know." Ginny shrugged. Hermione frowned at her.

"Yes, well, I don't care, I can't use a fake name!"

"And I think Harry's going to pose as James's brother. It'd be too hard to convince people they weren't closely related."

"Tell me about it. So what's that spell then?"

"So let me get this straight. I'm your twin brother and I transferred from a private magical school in a remote area of Siberia?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Yes. You've got it!" James said appreciatively.

"Are you sure you didn't make the Siberian place up?"

"Well, so I did, but it makes you interesting…you know."

"Sure…And—Ron? Did you do something to your trunk?" The trunk in question began to glow brilliantly silver.

"No! What's going on?" The redhead watched through wide blue eyes as the trunk momentarily rose off the floor. Suddenly the glow disappeared and it fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ronald Weasley? It said Ronald Corner a minute ago."

"Oh well," Harry said lightly. "Now you can be yourself."

"What was he before?"

"I wonder…I'm not quite sure," Harry said suspiciously.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron.

"Well, we don't really know you," Remus said practically.

"We know, Moony, you don't know any of us—now, anyway." Harry smiled as the werewolf jumped.

"You—you know?"

"Of course," Harry said.

"You don't care?"

"You're still Remus. Right?" he said mock-suspiciously. The room dissolved into fits of laughter. Harry couldn't believe the turn his life had taken. He was in the same room as his teenaged father, godfather, Remus, and—well, Wormtail. Laughing hysterically. Life was getting stranger--but better--all the time.

It was dinnertime at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall tapped her fork on her glass as Dumbledore rose to speak.

"We have four transfer students from—a private school in Siberia, it would seem." Harry glared at James, who smiled disarmingly. "Harry Potter, Ronald—Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They are seventh-year Gryffindors. Please welcome them to Hogwarts with open arms."

"Not likely," James muttered, casting a glance at the Slytherin table, who looked positively furious.

"Is that Malfoy?" Harry said in surprise.

"Lucius Malfoy," James confirmed.

"Not—Professor Snape?" Ginny said in shock, staring at a boy with greasy black hair and a hooked nose in a sallow face.

"Yes—wait, did you just say Professor Snape?" Sirius said, a revolted look on his face. Harry laughed.

"My sentiments exactly," Harry said. "Somehow, you all weren't invited to the vote."

"Snivellus, a teacher?" James said incredulously. "It's inconceivable."

"You know that word? Somehow I think people have the wrong idea of what it means," Hermione told the spelled ceiling.

"And was the individual in question your teacher? Definitely stress on your."

"Yes, for—well, five years for Ginny and six for the rest of us."

"What'd he teach?" Remus asked interestedly.

"Well, he did—does—will teach—Aw, to hell with it. Guess." Ginny dug her fork into mashed potatoes with gusto.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Try again."

"Ah, I see it. Potions."

"You hit the nail on the head, Moony."

"Who did teach your Defense?"

"How many teachers did we have again?"

"Six," Hermione said. At the same time, Ginny said, "Five." The group burst out laughing, although Ginny and Hermione didn't find it al that funny.

"Well, there was—was it Quentin?—Quirrell first year, he had Lord Voldemort growing out of the back of his head, Gilderoy Lockhart second year, fat idiot without any brains, fourth year we had Mad-Eye—Alastor Moody—well, Barty Crouch Jr. posing as Moody, anyway—both of them were off their rockers. Fifth year we had Umbridge, fat ugly toad that had no idea what she was teaching, Fudge's good little puppet. Sixth year Dumbledore switched Snape to Defense and we got Horace Slughorn for Potions." Harry ticked them off on his fingers.

"And your third year?" Ginny reminded him. "My second," she added.

"Fine, third year was the best professor of them all—he knew what he was doing, was actually a fair teacher, and was fully sane. He's also sitting in this room, because he's currently a student here."

"Harry, would you just say it?" Ginny nearly screeched.

"Yes, General Ginny," he saluted her. "Unfortunately, he disappeared once a month." Ginny glared at him.

"Why?" Remus asked, pretty sure he knew where the conversation was headed. "Why did he disappear?"

"He had a certain furry little problem," Harry laughed. Remus gaped at him in shock. The entire group seemed to have forgotten that Lily was not supposed to know about Remus's lycanthropy.

"Moony, a professor?" Sirius pretended horror.

"Don't tell me you didn't see it coming," James scolded. "And it would be Defense Against the Dark Arts, wouldn't it, Moony?"

"Best subject there is," he said with a smile.

"I beg to differ," Lily and Hermione said at the same time. "It's Arithmancy," they chorused. "You take it too?" they said together. The table could no longer keep their straight faces. They broke down, laughing hysterically.

"You'd think you were twins," James said, smiling a little bit. Lily shoved him a little roughly in the arm.

"They're close enough, if Lily has spent half her life in the library," Harry muttered, spearing a piece of chicken on his fork.

"She has."

"Hey!" Lily and Hermione chorused.

"You really need to stop doing that," Sirius said conversationally, twirling his wand in between his fingers.

"You don't know how much that sounded like Tonks. Your cousin once removed through Andromeda," Ginny explained, laughing, when he looked at her oddly. "I think she's about two right now."

"Andromeda named her kid Tonks? Isn't that her married name? Didn't she name her something beginning with M? O? N? Something like that? I think I remember Andy calling her Dora at some point. So D then?"

"No, she names her daughter Nymphadora. You're right, her husband's name is Tonks—Ted Tonks," Harry put in. "She hates her name and calls herself Tonks."

"Oh."

Okay, so Sirius is a little ditzy. That's what Hermione's there for. DADA class next chapter! Such fun! Is it too obvious that I'm not British? I'm American, but will be moving to Australia this June, in case you were wondering. LysPotter