Chapter 2
September 2, 1976

"Ugh, Remmy! Didn't you sleep at all?" James asked me. I yawned and shook my head.

"You shouldn't let it get to you. I thought we were done with these nightmares four years ago," Sirius complained loudly. I glared at him while I grabbed a clean set of robes to change into.

"It wasn't that, Sirius."

"Well, what was it?" Peter asked, truly concerned for me. I sighed and looked back at him. I didn't want to talk about it, so even as he was kind towards me, I lied to him.

"I honestly don't know," I shrugged. "It was weird," I added.

Peter nodded and put on his shoes, thinking to himself. "Hey, Prongs, lets go catch breakfast," he said, gesturing for him to follow. James looked back at Sirius and I reluctantly.

"Oh go on, I don't get lost anymore! Shoo!" Sirius exclaimed. James gave him a wink.

"Coming, Wormtail!" he grabbed his bag and ran out of the room.

I sighed again and made to grab the doorknob to the bathroom, but Sirius stood cross-armed in my way.

"I need to get ready-"

"What's going on? Do you really not remember you dream?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The unwelcomed memories of the dream came to me again. Shaking my head to get rid of the thought of them, I replied, "I think someone murdered a little girl, alright? I don't want to talk about it."

"Do you know who the girl was?" he asked, stepping to the side.

I shook my head. "No, I've never met her before." I opened the bathroom door.

"Maybe it was like a premonition of something," he shrugged.

"Like…I'm seeing into the future? I'm prophesizing?" I was very confused by this point.

Sirius shrugged. "How should I know?"

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for all the help Padfoot, where would we be without you?"

He wore a big, goofy smile. "Well, as long as someone appreciates my genius!" He took a quick look in the mirror, making his hair just perfect, and waved goodbye as he left for breakfast, leaving me more confused than ever.

I took my shower, brushed my teeth, toweled my wet hair, and put on my clean robes. James was right, I did look awful. Between the effects of the upcoming full moon and my rather sleepless night, I was pale as a ghost and had bags beneath my eyes the size of Hagrid.

I sighed again and grabbed my books. I never found it a good idea to brood over my personal appearance; I had more important things to worry about.

That's why we left those things to Sirius anyway.

I was one of the last people to enter the Great Hall. I found James, Sirius, and Peter at the end of the Gryffindor Table.

"Yuck. You look worse now," James teased me with a smirk. I soon wiped it off his face, though, when I gave him a loud CRACK in the back of his head with my Arithmancy book.

He pouted as I took the empty space beside him and poured myself a tall glass of orange juice.

Sirius stood up and tapped his glass with his spoon, silencing most people around us. "I have an important announcement to make."

"This letter," he waved the letter he had just been delivered that morning, "states that I am now officially disowned from the black family clan and that I am never to return to that hell that some of you may refer to as Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place on pain of death." We applauded and whistled loudly.

"Thank you," and with a bow, he sat back down again.

"Let me see, Sirius!" Peter chimed in. Sirius handed him the letter and grabbed a keuchle. Over the summer holidays, Sirius had finally ran away from his house after years of saying he would. He moved in with James's family and the two told Peter and I about two weeks later.

"Check it out! Four free periods!" Sirius shouted, pointing to his schedule. I looked at mine and saw that I had three. James also had three and Peter four. "Ha! Time to nap!"

James rolled his eyes, and stabbed his pancakes with his fork.

"I actually think they're meant for studying, Sirius. Like a study hall. We're gonna be extra busy this year. N.E.W.T.S. are next year, you know," I pointed out reluctantly, for a nap felt very welcoming to me at that moment.

James snored.

"Poo on you, Moony!" Sirius mock-pouted. "Always killing my hopes and dreams."

"I really don't care," I commented without any feeling whatsoever, stuffing my mouth with pancake.

"Sirius," James addressed him as Peter handed the letter back. "Tryouts age gonna be this Friday. You comin'?"

"Oh yeah," he yawned. "You got a spare broom?" Uh…yeah…." James answered unsuredly. "Why?"

Sirius smirked. "I was thinking about trying out for the team." All our mouths dropped to the floor, but Sirius's smile never wavered.

"You mean…Are you serious?" James asked, flabbergasted.

"Uh…yes I am!" snorted Sirius as he laughed at his overly used pun. I rolled my eyes, Peter moaned, and James sighed, shaking his head in disgust.

"I'm not hungry anymore," I pushed my plate of food away in disgust.

"Well, let's get off to class anyway. Best to start the day off on the right shoe," Sirius shone. "But wait! We have a free period first thing this morning! Last one upstairs is a shovel-full of hippogriff droppings."

A/N- So this chapter doesn't even have to be in the story really. Other than to confuse people. The next chapter should be up in two Friday. I'm gonna try to update this once every week, but I'm having trouble getting to the computer.

This story didn't really get the reception I was hoping for. I hope it gets better. Bits of this story makes reference to my other story, Lost Legacy, so I must warn some people about that. If you like this story, please go and check that one out. Thanks!