DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED. J.K. ROWLING IS THE GODDESS OF ALL THINGS HARRY POTTER AND I THANK HER FOR HER LOVELY CREATIONS. ANYTHING FROM THE ACTUAL BOOKS IS SIMPLY QUOTED AND ALL RIGHTS TO THOSE SCENES BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.

I DO OWN ANY AND ALL OF MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. NO CHARACTER OR SITUATION IS MEANT TO BE BASED OFF OF ANYTHING FROM ANYONE ELSE. ANY SIMILARITIES ARE COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.

A/N: Ok so I am sooo sorry that I took so long to get this up! About a day after I posted the last chapter, a friend of mine stepped on my netbook and broke the sensor for the screen, so I have no screen. My big laptop doesn't connect to the internet for some odd reason, so I have not been able to post. I'm trying to use my work computer but I have to do it when a manager isn't here to yell at me for being on the internet. But sometimes, you just gotta break the rules! As I like to say:

~*~ I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good ~*~

Chapter 2: Lessons

After the feast, the first years had been escorted to their respective houses. The Gryffindors were led to a portrait of a Fat Lady which, upon receiving the password (Vibrato), opened to reveal a room with an extra large fireplace that was filled with couches, chairs, and tables. This was the common room. The girls were led up one flight of stairs, and the boys were led up another.

Lily and Elliot were joined by three other girls, Honey Gibbons, Pyper Conant, and Aida Almhurst. Their room was a circular one with five four-poster beds with crimson curtains and five oaken nightstands. Their trunks awaited them, laid out in front of a particular bed. Each bed was made to perfection, the room in perfect order. Aida had jumped onto her bed as soon as she'd seen it, laughing to herself and rambling about how excited she was to be here.

So the girls got ready for bed, but sleep did not come quickly. Instead, they all sat on Lily's bed, clutching pillows and blankets as they talked.

"My mum went to Beauxbatons." Aida said as she bounced lightly on the bed, "Daddy was in Ravenclaw. They met when my mum was abroad, and she decided to stay here. I was worried that they had signed me up for Beauxbatons. I mean… I speak a bit of French… but it would have been horrific!"

"My mum and dad were both Gryffindors. My older sister is too." Pyper said with a smile, "I knew from day one that I was going to join them. This is the best house there is! Great witches and wizards come from this house." She sighed, "I hope I can be one of them one day."

"I didn't even know about Hogwarts until I met Severus." Lily said, obviously a bit worried about telling everyone that she was muggleborn. Severus had told her that there were wizards who made a big deal out of blood status. "My family… they're all muggles."

"That's okay! Me and my dad didn't know ANYTHING about Hogwarts until my letter came. Then my mother had a lot of explaining to do." Honey said comfortingly, "My dad knew my mum was a witch, but he didn't know there was a school for it. He was almost as enthralled with Diagon Alley as I was!"

"What house was your mother in?" Aida asked.

"Gryffindor, of course!"

Elliot smiled a weak smile, "My father was in Ravenclaw. My mum was in Hufflepuff…while she was here anyway. My brother Dwayne is in Hufflepuff too."

"Your dad's name is Richard Driscoll, right?" Aida asked, "Cause my dad knows him! My dad's name is Aldous Almhurst! They were in school together, now they work at the Ministry together!"

Elliot's eyes widened, "Oh! I never even thought about your last name! Yeah, my dad knows him!"

And so the girls continued to talk into the night, forming friendships that would last a lifetime.

Morning arrived quickly for the first year boys in Gryffindor Tower. It was Sirius who awoke as the sun was just beginning to light the sky. He stared blankly at the top of his four-poster bed. I wonder how mum would feel if I wrote and told her that I made it into Gryffindor… he smiled to himself. He would tell her when he went home for summer break. No need to talk to her now. No need to ruin his time away from her by willingly contacting her. He sat up and pulled back the curtains to see the mess he and his roommates had made the night before.

Like the girls, the boys had come upstairs to find their belongings already set to a particular bed. James, however, felt that they should be able to choose their own beds. He had jumped onto the bed where Sirius's trunk had been, kicking the other boy's trunk across the floor. This had led to a lot of throwing things and tearing beds apart, accompanied by insults and much laughter. It was Peter, however, who had finally convinced the boys that it was time to sleep.

Sirius's eyes fell on the bed to his left. James slept curled in a blanket, the sheets of his bed coming off from the corners, and the curtain rod of the four-poster bed lying halfway on the floor. The bed next to his was occupied by a boy named Timothy Thompson. Timothy was shy and quiet, like Peter. But he'd not bothered to say a word to the other boys, just picked the bed they weren't fighting over and went to sleep—much unlike Peter. Peter Pettigrew inhabited the next bed. He and Remus had fixed the bed for the smaller boy, and so the curtains blocked him from view. The last bed, which was directly to Sirius's right, was Remus's bed. Remus hadn't closed his curtains, but was buried so deep in blankets that the only part of him that was visible was the very top of his head.

"I could get used to this." Sirius said with a smile.

Breakfast in the Great Hall was filled with Owl Post and the sounds of excited students going over their schedules as they ate. The Gryffindor table was no exception. As Professor McGonagall handed out the schedules, the table seemed to get much more rowdy.

"Lily!" Elliot said excitedly through her mouthful of toast, "We have History of Magic with the Slytherins tomorrow! That means we'll see Severus!" Lily beamed as she spun in her chair, trying to find Severus at the Slytherin table. "I wonder if he's seen his schedule yet…" she whispered.

"Are you two on about that slimy git again?" James Potter's familiar voice taunted from across the table. "James…" Remus warned, "Leave them alone." Elliot gave her friend a look that clearly said thank you. He smiled in return. James snorted, "Alright. But you better not be a git-lover like them." Elliot turned to say something back but Remus grabbed her hand, "First class is Transfiguration. With Hufflepuff."

"Going to sit by me Remus?"

"Of course. Then you can make sure I get good marks in class."

Elliot playfully slapped his arm, "Oh ha ha!"

The first day of classes passed by with little incident and much excitement. The first years went through the first round of their introductions to magical studies with (mostly) smiles. The second day proved to follow that basic pattern of events. The Gryffindors finally filed into their last class of the second day, History of Magic with Professor Binns.

The tables only sat two, but Elliot took the time to inch her table a little closer to another one. Remus took a seat next to her, while Lily sat alone, waiting for the Slytherins to arrive. James and Sirius sat behind Elliot and Remus. Aida sat in front of them, Peter taking the seat next to her.

Severus was the first Slytherin into class. He spotted Lily and quickly sat next to her. Elliot smiled to herself. At least, for now, Severus wasn't bothered by the difference in houses. They spent the whole class passing notes back and forth across the tables, keeping themselves quite busy during the boring droning of Professor Binns.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I know this chapter isn't very good but I have been working on other projects as well and with the whole computer being broken thing... well... next chapter soon. It should be longer and more eventful! Thank you for your support!

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