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Disclaimer: One day, honest FanFiction authors won't have to worry about angry real-life authors chasing them and hitting them on the head with books. Until then, Harry Potter and his gang of miscreants (that means you, Snape!) does not belong to me, but to the honorable J. K. Rowling, who I am certain would never ever run around hitting people with books while screaming "GO TO JAIL, CHARACTER-STEALERS!", like some of my friends/acquaintances would. Moral of this paragraph: Never let an angry author (or an angry friend, for that matter) get his/her hands on a very heavy book, say Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Other moral of this paragraph: When a friend hits you on the head with the fifth Harry Potter book, it hurts a lot.
"Wake up mate," said Blaise as he stuffed one shoe on his right foot. Harry groaned before starting to get dressed. Finishing quickly, both boys left for the Dining Hall. Getting there, they saw Skye eating an apple while reading a book. Rosie was sleepily putting syrup on her pancakes.
"Hallo boys," said Skye without looking up from her book as both boys sat down on the bench. Rosie smiled before she went back to her pancakes. They looked yummy.
"What are you guys thinking of taking for extra curricular?" asked Skye thoughtfully as she ate a strawberry. Harry looked at her confusedly.
"Why are you asking? We don't have to pick till the end of our second year," said Harry and Skye looked at him.
"That's Hogwarts curriculum," explained Rosie. "At Camelot we pick during the Christmas break in first year, mostly because Camelot is so much more advanced than Hogwarts."
"Long story short, we're going to be lodging major study hours," snorted Blaise as he shovelled food on his plate.
After breakfast, they went to their first class: Double Charms.
It was taught by Professor Crow, a really young woman, probably fresh out of Camelot, around 19 or 20 years old. The first hour of the class was spent on theory though the second hour they practised Wingardium Leviosa. Everybody except Lavender Brown was able to get it.
Double Potions followed and Harry found he wasn't half bad at the subject. Not as good as Rosie and Blaise, but definitely not as bad as Skye. She had somehow blown up her cauldron two minutes after the instructions had been given. A new record, or so Professor Vector said.
After that was lunch, where Blaise practically wolfed down half the food on the table, Skye and Rosie eyeing him in disgust the whole time.
Nothing interesting had happened until they went in for their last class, DADA. They had just gotten back from Transfiguration, the most difficult subject yet, and still wore grimaces from the class when they entered the DADA classroom.
Professor Lupin was sitting at his desk, riffling through some papers. Harry looked at him. Where had he seen this man? Just then, Professor Lupin looked up and met Harry's emerald green eyes. A look of shock and confusion passed through the professor's eyes but Harry didn't notice. He knew where he had seen this man. Next to his father, visiting Potter Manor, in a shadowed corner at parties, looking sickly at full moon.
Remus Lupin.
Harry quickly sat down at the back row, Blaise sitting down next to him. Skye and Rosie sat down in front of them. Professor Lupin cleared his throat, still staring at Harry.
"We'll have roll call first," he said as he took out a piece of parchment. "Black, Harry."
Harry raised his hand and Professor Lupin nodded back at him though Harry could see barely concealed excitement in his eyes. Professor Lupin quickly went through roll call, finishing with Blaise. Like Charms, the first half hour was dedicated to theory though on the second half hour they practiced Expelliarmous.
At the end of the class, as they were exiting the class, Professor Lupin's voice could be heard saying, "Harry Black, please stay."
Harry cautiously approached Professor Lupin's desk, after throwing a reassuring smile at Blaise, Skye and Rosie.
"Yes, professor?" Harry said politely.
"Harry Potter," said Professor Lupin simply and Harry felt his spine stiffen.
"I'm sorry but my name is Harry Black," said Harry.
"Harry," sighed Lupin. "Your parents miss y—"
"Miss me?" Harry interrupted icily. "My parents loathed me!"
"That's not true Harry," argued Lupin. Harry laughed coldly.
"When Sirius took me away from my parents I was so sick and starved I couldn't even speak, let alone walk," said Harry and saw Lupin's face pale. Then Harry lifted his school shirt so that Lupin could see the horrible scar on his abdomen.
"You see this?" Harry said. "James gave me this when I was three years old and had asked if I would get any presents for my birthday."
Lupin was no doing a spectacular imitation of a goldfish.
"When Sirius took me to the hospital after he took me away from my darling parents, I had to be in Saint Mungos for three weeks, healing from a punctured lung, two broken ribs, a broken arm, a snapped ankle, several bruises, slashes on my back, dehydration, starvation and a rare sickness that would of have killed me," said Harry, looking at Lupin's pale and shaking form. "Goodbye professor."
Harry left, leaving a shocked, angry and sad professor. Professor Lupin jumped up the minute Harry left and stormed in his office. Going to his fireplace, he put in a pinch of floo powder and roared, "Potter Manor!"
Remus went into the house, and saw James and Lily laughing happily and writing a letter to Jason.
"James!" shouted Remus and both looked up at Remus in shock. They had never seen their friend so angry. Remus ran up to James and lifted him by the collar of his shirt.
"Moony? What are you doing?" gulped James nervously.
"Tell me James," spit out Remus. "What happened to Harry."
James looked around wildly, clearly confused.
"Harry? He disappeared one day," replied James. "Ungrateful brat probably ran away."
Crack!
Remus's fist connected with James's nose, which started to gush blood.
"Oh really?" growled Remus before starting to name all of the things Harry had said only twenty minutes ago.
Finally, Remus dropped James to the ground and strode over to the fireplace. Throwing a bit of floo powder in the fireplace, Remus looked back at James and Lily who were looking at him in shock.
"You disgust me," said Remus, ice covering each of his words. "No wonder Sirius won't talk to you." Hurt flashed in James's eyes. "I don't want to see you either. Office of Professor Remus John Lupin." And with a green flash, Remus was gone.
James buried his head in his arms.
"I've lost my two best friends because of that brat," said James miserably, though Lily could see the intense hurt at having lost now not only Sirius but also Remus. "If I ever see that brat again I'll strangle him with my own hands."
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As Harry laid down that night in his bed, he thought of James, Lily and Jason. James had always been abusive and mean, and Harry remembered how he had always ached for the warm and proud light in James's eyes when he looked at Jason though he always received the hard and cold look instead. Lily had ignored him completely, which had sometimes hurt more than James's beatings.
Jason had followed in James's footsteps and had been mean and heartless towards his brother. Harry remembered a certain staircase in Potter Manor. It was a long and winding stone staircase, which was very narrow and didn't have any railings on it. It was the staircase that led to the tower on Potter Manor, at the very top being one of the many libraries in Potter Manor. Harry had been four years old when Jason had pushed him down the stairs.
If it hadn't been for Holly, a house elf, who had been able to catch him with her magic just in time, Harry knew he would have had died. Though now, all that Harry could hope for was that he never saw James, Lily or Jason. Ever.
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In Hogwarts, Jason Godric Potter was tucked safely in the Gryffindor common room, sleeping next to him was his new best friend, Ronald Weasley, whom had jumped at the idea of being best friends with the Boy-Who-Lived.
Jason was very happy. He had been sorted into Gryffindor (after threatening to burn the Sorting Hat if he was placed in Slytherin, which the Sorting hat had seriously considered), had made friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger (though he and Ron had agreed to be friends with her because she was the smartest witch in their year and they seriously needed help on homework) and for all Jason knew, Harry was dead and buried six feet under.
Jason had made wonderful enemies with Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Severus Snape. He also enjoyed making fun of Neville Longbottom and several other students whom he had deemed beneath him.
He had also tried to force himself into the Gryffindor Quidditch team, though not only Professor McGonagall refused to let him because of the first year rule, but Oliver Wood had said, quite bluntly, that Jason had no Quidditch talent and would never be let on the team.
Jason had thrown quite a temper tantrum over it.
But all in all, Jason was quite happy with his life. Too bad he didn't realize that it would be only three and a half years more until he saw his brother again.
OK, on the next chapter I'm planning to skip three years until to the year when Jason will see his brother again, though tell me if you don't want that to happen.
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