Three chapters in one day. Not bad huh?
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No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own harry potter or any characters you might recognise.
The five marauders
Chapter 6
Last week I was pleasantly surprised to see that the house-elf who, Sirius often moaned about in his letters, didn't muck anything up, and brought all my bags to my house like ordered. I was currently packing. Tomorrow I will be leaving on the Hogwarts, and of course, being the disorganized me, I left all the packing to last minute. I was going to leave the packing to the morning, since my dad (being of quite high status in the department of magical transportation), arranged that we can do side-long apparition to get to Kings Cross. But then, after a short thought, I realized how stupid that is. James said (we exchanged a few owls since our first meeting) that his mother already made him pack a few days ago, while Sirius packed as soon as he got home from Diagon Alley, and is waiting eagerly to get out of that wretched house.
So there I was, packing all my stuff… How fun. I tried to beg my mum to do the packing for me, but she denied. She said that it's MY responsibility. Whatever. At least I managed to persuade her to put the extension charm on my suitcase so I don't have to drag loads of bags with me. I already packed all my books and quills and all the other stuff. I was now packing my clothes. That's something I ALWAYS have a problem with when packing.
A few minutes back, my mum decided to be nice, and told me what kind of clothes I have to pack. She made me pack all my underwear… but you don't really want to know that do you?
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ANYWAY… After this little and awkward piece of information, my mum forced me to pack the clothes she bought me, which I never wore… You see, I have two massive wardrobes in my room. One of them is nice and visible next to my bed, and has all my favourite clothes like skinny jeans, shorts, black tank tops and all the other tom-boyish clothes I usually wear. I was planning on just packing everything from there.
The other wardrobe on the other hand, is completely covered in posters of Quidditch players etc. Inside of it, were all the clothes my mum always wished from me to wear. It was full of skirts, dresses, cute tops and pink. I hardly ever wore anything from it, just occasionally, when my mum begged me to. And currently, my mum was begging me to take at least a few outfits from there.
I hate to displease my mum, so I settled on taking a knee length, blue, long-sleeve dress, two jeans mini-skirts (I absolutely love anything made from jeans. Even if it's a skirt), and a few random tops (purposely avoiding anything pink). That seemed to satisfy mum.
So basically I settled on just taking those few things from that wretched wardrobe number 2, and dumping all my clothes from wardrobe number 1 into the suitcase.
After packing all those damn clothes, I got to finally pack all my other and more personal belongings. No, I don't mean a diary if that's what you think. I mean all my prank stuff, a few of my favourite books (Mostly joke books) and my keyboard. Yes, a keyboard. As I've said before, my mum put the extension charm on my suitcase, so I could easily pack it. You see, pranking isn't my only hobby. I've played the piano ever since I was five, but I couldn't really pack our piano into my suitcase could I? Well… I could, but I won't. although I wonder what everyone would do if I took out a massive grand piano from my suitcase in the middle of the common room… hmm… I might reconsider taking a piano.
My mum woke me up earlier then usual today. 8 am. Too early. So as soon as she left my room, I fell back to sleep, and had a curious dream.
In the dream, I was dressed as a snowman, and I was pulling my suitcase along a train station. All around me, people were changing colours. Most of them were either green or blue. Some were even multicoloured or sparkly! Anyway, I was pulling my suitcase, until I came up to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, through which I walked through. There, I met Sirius Black dressed in a bikini, and James Potter who, for some reason, was burping the alphabet while juggling bananas. Suddenly my mum with a VERY big and VERY bushy moustache, started shaking me yelling that I'll be late for the train… Wait… CRAP!
I shot up, and there was my moustache free mum .
"I told you to get up! We're leaving in an hour!" She yelled, before storming out of my room.
WHAT? I looked at the clock. CRAP! It was already 9 am! That dream seemed so short yet it took up a whole bloody hour! Bloody Hell…
I scrambled out of my bed, and quickly threw on the clothes I prepared last night: Jeans shorts, army theme tank top and a baseball hoodie in case I get cold. I then ran into the bathroom and in lightning speed washed my teeth, face and hands (I took a shower last night, so don't call me a pig), before running downstairs into the kitchen for breakfast, which my mum already prepared. Ten minutes later, I was angry that I rushed through my morning routine, since now I still had half an hour left, and nothing to do.
To waste some time, I went to the owlery, and got pirate ready for the journey by putting him in his cage, as well as to say goodbye to Idiot.
It wasn't long before my mum called me from downstairs, saying that we're leaving. I was so excited, I managed to fall down the stairs, and have Pirate in his cage go crashing into me (That weird owl seemed to enjoy it)! It sure was painful, but look at the bright side: At least I managed to travel down the stairs quickly!
"Calm down honey, you'll hurt someone!" My mum begged.
"Yeah whatever, lets go!" I insisted, grabbing my mums hand.
"Ok, Ready?" She asked, and grabbed my suitcase.
Seeing me nod, we apparated away.
We landed in an empty alleyway just beside Kings Cross. I took my suitcase, and followed my mum towards the station.
Last time I was here was two years ago, when my two brothers (who left to go for Brazil two days ago) went for their last year at Hogwarts. But now, it was my turn to push through the crowds of muggles (none of which were changing colours) with a suitcase in one hand and an owl in the other. It was my turn to run through the barrier between platform nine and ten, and my turn to say goodbye to mum and leave on the train.
"I'll miss you!" I told her.
"I'll miss you too honey", she replied, and enveloped me in a hug, "The house will be so calm and quiet without you".
"I know right!"
She pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
"Be good Jemmia! Promise me not to flood the great hall in your fist week", She pleaded.
"Don't worry, I won't flood the great hall in my first week. In my first week I'll try to befriend that poltergeist you told me about. I'll flood the hall in my second week", I joked.
She laughed a small laugh, hugged me, and pushed me towards the train.
"Bye mum!" I exclaimed, and pulled my suitcase and Pirate onto the train.
There were still ten minutes left before the train had to leave (My mum had to leave a little early because she has to go to work. She works in the department of Magical Law Enforcement), so I went off to look for a compartment. Although it was still fairly early, all the compartments were already taken. I finally decided on sitting in a compartment with two guys who seemed to also be first years, and a little red head girl hunched in the corner, with her face pressed to the window. She appeared to be crying.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, sliding the compartment door open.
The two boys looked at me, shook their heads, and continued with their conversations. The red head just ignored me.
I didn't even get to sit down before two familiar boys slid the door open again.
"Are these seats taken? Everywhere else is full", The one with glasses asked.
"You may sit pals", I replied.
"Jamie!" James and Sirius roared, noticing me. I gave them each a quick hug, and pushed them to sit next to the two boys, before sitting down myself on the same side as the red head, yet still quite far away, because I could see she wanted to be left alone.
Of course, being Jamie White, straight away I got into a friendly conversation with the two unfamiliar boys, and was quickly joined by James and Sirius. Quite quickly, the three of us made friends with the other two, who I now knew were called Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Remus was a funny kid, someone I could easily be friends with. He was quite tall, though not as tall as James or Sirius, he had short, brown hair and brown eyes. Also, they were hardly visible, but I have a great eye for such things, and I could easily spot the few small scars on his face and arms, but I decided to ignore them. For now.
Peter on the other hand, was a small boy. He had, what would be best described as mousey brown hair, blue eyes. He wasn't as athletic looking as the other boys in the compartment. He was much more, what could be described as unfit. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny either. Anyway, Peter wasn't talking as eagerly as the other boys and me. He just sunk into his seat, began munching on a chocolate frog, and just listened in.
We were just talking about Quidditch, when the compartment door slid open again. (A/N – Lets just pretend that the compartments could hold up to eight people), The boys didn't seem to notice, but I watched with curiosity as a creepy kid sat down next to me. He had long, black, greasy hair, black eyes, a hooked nose and was already dressed in his black school robes.
I tuned out the conversation about Quidditch and eavesdropped on the conversation the boy was currently having with the red head.
"-talk to you", the girl was saying.
"Why not?"
"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore".
Tuney… That's a weird name. Pah! I can speak! I'm the one called Jemmia.
"So what?" He asked.
The girl threw him a glare.
"She's my sister!"
"She's only a…" He didn't finish that sentence.
I was sure he was going to say something that would most likely anger the red head, but she was trying to wipe her eyes without anyone noticing, and she must not have heard him.
"But we're going!" He said, exhilaration obvious in his voice, "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"
The girl nodded, still wiping her eyes, yet I could see a small half-smile on her lips.
"You'd better be in Slytherin", said the boy.
"Slytherin?"
Oh boy. I sense trouble. James and the other boys turned to face the two.
"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James asked, facing Sirius.
"My whole family have been in Slytherin", he said.
"But you want to break that tradition, don't you mate?" I asked.
"Of Course!" He replied with a grin.
"PHEW! Thought I lost you for a minute", James grinned, "What about you?" He asked, turning to me.
"Well, my whole family was in Ravenclaw, but I have no chance in hell of getting in there, I most definitely don't want to be put in Slytherin, since, I guess, you two would give me hell", I answered.
"True, my friend, true", Sirius said seriously (no pun intended), "So where you two heading if you've got the choice?"
I answered Gryffindor, while James, of course, made a scene out of it, by lifting an invisible sword and saying, " 'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave heart.' Like my dad".
The greasy boy made a small, disparaging noise. James and I turned to him.
"Got a problem with that?" We asked at the same time.
"No", he replied, "If you'd rather be brawny then brainy-"
"Where're you hoping to go seeing as you're neither?" Sirius interjected.
"Exactly, don't let your mind wonder, it's too small to be let out on it's own", I added.
James roared with laughter, while I merely smirked.
The girl sat up, looking rather flushed, and looked at James, Sirius and me in dislike.
"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment", She spat.
"Yep, your friend has delighted us with his presence long enough. But you're ok, you can actually stand up for yourself, so you can stay", I smirked at the red head.
She glared at me as they walked past. James even tried (unsuccessfully) to trip Severus up.
"See ya, Snivellus!" James called, before the door slammed.
"Charming fellows. Now I know why some animals eat their children", I said, once the door was firmly closed, causing all the boys in the compartment to laugh.