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James leaned against the statue, glanced up into the face of a boy with a round face and friendly eyes, and looked back down at the wand. Without thinking, without even realizing he could do anything with this long piece of wood, he waved it and said one word. Expelliarmus Charlie's wand flew out of his hand.

"Wow!" Molly was at his side at once, "James, how did you do that?"

James was looking at the wand with wonder. He was feeling the same thing he had felt when he walked onto that field. The same feeling as when he walked through the front doors. He felt like he belonged here. Like this was right. "I dunno Molly. I just…I just did it."

Nearly Headless Nick smiled. "I think you will find that many things come back to you when you are in a familiar place." He started to float off, towards an apparently solid wall. "Come with me. There is still much to learn."

The four ran to catch up with him. Nick kept walking straight into the wall and floated through it. James glanced back at his friends. Sirius shrugged, Charlie nodded encouragingly. James took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and walked into the wall.

An impact didn't come. When he opened his eyes he found himself in a long, dimly lit corridor. He turned in time to see Molly come through the wall, followed almost immediately by Charlie.

"Come!" Nick called from up ahead. "This is the only way to get to the upper levels." Again, the four glanced at each other, and again they ran to catch up with the ghost.

The walked for a brief moment in silence before James asked. "Nick? What is that place outside? It's kind of flat and…" he didn't go any further. Nick had turned around and was smiling at him.

"That, James, is a Quidditch Pitch."

Before the ghost could say anything else, another very strong memory came to him. A tall, broad boy was talking to him, holding up a red ball. "Quidditch is easy enough to understand. There are seven players, three chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and a seeker, that's you."

James jerked out of the memory and looked at Nick in surprise as he explained. "Both Harry and his father James were excellent Quidditch players. They were both seekers for the Gryffendor team."

Gryffendor. That word mean something important. Harry was about to ask what it meant when Charlie spoke up. "What about me? I felt something in that place too."

Nick smiled. "The Weasleys were also good Quidditch players. They had a seeker, two beaters, a keeper, and a chaser in their seven. Ron was a keeper."

Before Harry could forget, he asked his question. "What does Gryffendor mean?"

The corridor turned sharply and the group found themselves on a landing at least seven floors above the huge doors. At the end of the corridor was a single large portrait of a woman.

Nick floated towards it, answering James' question over his shoulder. "That will be explained fully by the Sorting Hat, James. But for now just know that it is the House that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were all in."

From behind him, James could hear Molly whisper to Sirius, "What's a Sorting Hat?"

But know they were at the portrait, and somehow James knew exactly what it would say. "Password?" the woman asked, and Nick looked at James. "I don't know the password." He admitted, but it wasn't Harry, but Sirius who answered the portrait's question.

"Harry Potter." He said easily, and the portrait nodded and swung open on its hinges to reveal a large hole.

Nick was the first inside, followed closely by James, Charlie, and Sirius. "This is the Gryffendor Common Room." Nick explained, gesturing around the old room. It was cakes with a layer of dust, but Harry didn't see that room. In his mind, he was seeing the room of a thousand years ago. The room Harry, Ron, and Hermione had seen.

Molly turned to James in wonder. "Do you feel it?" she asked her voice low. "It seems like…I know it. I can almost remember!" She was excited, and the white wand at her side punctuated her words by emitting colorful sparks.

Sirius had walked nearer to the fire. He pressed his hand against it, then jumped back, as if burned. He stared at his hand, then at James in wonder. "I…I used to be something else." Sirius said, his eyes unfocused. "I used to be able to turn into something else." He stared into the fire for a moment before saying, slowly, "I used to turn into a dog. James…he turned into a stag. Lupin was a werewolf. Peter was a rat."

James stared at Sirius for a second. "Who's Lupin? Who's Peter?" but even as he said it, he had a sudden vision of a man with a sad smile in shabby robes, and a small man with shifty eyes. Lupin and Peter. Remus Lupin and Peter Pettegrew.

Charlie's mouth was open in amazement. He had remembered as well. Harry felt his stomach do a familiar lurch. What was happening to them? Was this real? Could it possibly be real, or was it all just in his head?

Another memory, one of Dumbledore. "Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean it's not real?"

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