James, armed with his new compainions, Tom and Richard, would be causing Hogwarts trouble for the next seven years.
James just knew it. He could see it now...at their Graduation they would be crowned the greatest pranksters of the Generation.
They were led down a path to a lake, a large one at that, James noted. Richard and Tom were snickering about how plump that girl to my left looked, and I was looking at that rather large man up ahead... was that the legendary Hagrid that Dad speaks of?
I rush up to the front.
And, clearly say, "Hagrid, is that you?"
The great person turned around.
"Ez you trying to ensult moi or...?"
And then I saw her face.
I gasped. She was monsterous. I tripped up, looking at her, then fell into the lake, sopping wet.
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Headmistress McGonagall wasn't preparing for this set of first years. They were born to war heros, they will know what they're doing.
And as she set down her evening Whiskey, she heard the unmistakable sound of hysterical childrens laughter.
Oh dear Merlin. She may have overestimated them.
And their parents, at that.
She took at peek out of her vintage styled window.
And saw what seemed to be the definition of a chaos.