Remus
I knock on the compartment door, Daisy spins around and her face lights up as she sees me.
"Remus!" She rushes to open the door.
"Daize!" I say happily as she wraps her arms around me, kissing me.
Daisy's a year younger than me and really smart, like incredibly, which was why she had skipped a year and is in seventh year like me. She has long wavy brown hair, large hazel eyes, a smattering of freckles across her nose and a wonderful smile.
"I tried looking for you on the platform," Daisy says, as we break apart, pulling me down to the seat opposite her two friends, Dorcas Meadows and Carla James.
"Sorry, I got a bit caught up with the Marauders, last year and all," I finish lamely.
Daisy laughs, "Yeah I get it," she places her head on my shoulder and wraps my hand in hers.
Cass continues to talk about whatever she was talking about previously, I'm not really listening, until Daisy whispers in my ear, "Do you wanna go find our own carriage so we can make-out and I'll tell you about France."
I grin and lead her out the door as she tells Carla and Cass that we'll be back in a sec.

Lily
As we pull into Hogsmeade station, Marlene grins, "Here we are seventh year! The year of wild parties!" She practically screams.
"Hasn't that been every year for you, Marls?" Em points out, and the rest of us laugh.
Marlene looks down at me and sees my expression, "What's wrong Lil?"
"Nothing, it's just, this is it. This is really the last time that we'll be riding the Express to school."
"No you won't, you'll take it after the Christmas break." Marlene says, matter-of-factly.
"You know what I mean," I huff.
"Yeah, I agree with Lil," Mary says, "this is our last first day. In a year's time we are not going to be on the Express."
Marlene rolls her eyes, "I don't like all that nostalgia shit, I live for the now."
Mary ignores Marlene and pulls out a muggle Polaroid camera, "C'mon, let's take a photo, to commemorate."
Marlene raises her eyebrow, "Commemorate?!"
"Yes Marls, not everyone is as insensitive as you," Mary says, "Just get in the picture!"
I nudge Marlene and tell her to stop being difficult as Mary hassles a second year outside our compartment about taking our photo.
We stand in a line and put our arms around each other smiling. I stand in between Alice and Marlene, grinning. As the kid takes the photo Marlene nudges me under the ribs, my ticklish spot. I burst out laughing and Marlene smirks as the camera clicks. The kid pulls out the photo and hands it to Mary. She takes it and the camera smiling and brandishes the Polaroid photo towards us, laughing.
Mary, Em and Alice are all grinning, with the occasional laugh and glance at me. I am full blown laughing, throwing my head back and Marlene is smirking, facing the camera but she is looking at me.
"I have to admit that that is a good photo!" Marlene says nodding, taking the photo, "I look hot!"
Mary and Alice snicker and Em rolls her eyes exasperatedly. But I take the photo from Marlene, "How come it's already moving?"
"Oh, it's not actually a muggle camera, I bought it from Magic Muggle Things on Diagon Alley, so I don't have to put it in the potion."
"Oh neat!" I say, handing it back to Mary.
"Gemino," she mutters, tapping the photo with her wand and four other copies jump out and we laugh as we try to grab the copies before they hit the ground.
We exit the train chatting and laughing, each with a moving Polaroid in the pocket of our robes.
It is chilly and the sky is a dark grey as we walk towards the carriages, our luggage is back on the platform, but I am still holding Percy's cat basket. We turn to look behind us at the sound of raucous laughter. It's Potter and the rest of the Marauders.
Sirius walks straight up to Marlene, kisses her and whispers something in her ear. Marlene smirks at him and whispers back, "Not if I see you first."
Alice nudges me, "Why don't they just get their own carriage and have sex on the way up to school."
I try to stifle my laughter, but I just end up snorting loudly. Sirius gives me a weird look as Potter calls after him, "Padfoot, mind not eye-fucking right now, our carriage is about to leave!"
There is a chorus of 'LANGUAGE POTTER!' from every adult in a 50-foot radius and Sirius mutters a good-bye to Marlene and hurries back to Potter.
The rest of us snigger as we climb into the carriage, and Marlene mock laughs.
"Not to change the subject from my glorious sex life, which you know I am always happy to talk about, but we need to set Lily up with James," Marlene says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
The other girls laugh and nod but I groan, "Ugh, no. I don't like him!"
"She's in denial," Em whispers to Alice, louder enough for me to hear.
"I don't! I swear across my grave!" I protest.
"Coming out of denial is the first step," Mary says in a sing-song voice.
"Or is coming out the first step?" Marlene teases with a smirk.
I give her a whack, but the others crack up.
The hall never ceases to amaze, and I hold back my gasp of wonder, looking up at the enchanted ceiling as we walk through the doors to the Great Hall.
We slide into our usual spots at the Gryffindor table. I'm sitting in between Marlene and Mary, opposite Alice and Em. Sirius sits on the other side of Marlene and Potter sits opposite him, in between Remus and Peter. The way it's always been.
But as I sit down, I see someone out of the corner of my eye. Severus.
He sits down at the Slytherin table, next to Mulciber and Yaxley.
I look away, he doesn't deserve my time.
The chatter dies down as Dumbledore stands up.
"Before the first years arrive," Dumbledore says in his calming, controlling voice, "I would like to speak to you all. You know what is happening outside these walls. A war is going on, and I know many of you have already taken sides, whether you're following your friends or parents or it is your own choice. But I want you to remember, each one of you is a role model for the younger students. Your choices will influence them. Please, I urge you, keep the war outside these walls, stay united with each other."
Dumbledore sits down and everyone claps.
"Well if that wasn't a slap in the face to the Slytherins," Marlene whispers in my ear.
"Marlene!" I scold, still clapping, "You can't say stuff like that in public! Didn't you hear what Dumbledore just said!"
Sirius laughs and I roll my eyes.
"Oi!" Marlene mutters, "My best friend and my boyfriend are supposed to get along."
"Sorry," I say sarcastically, "Sirius, I love your hair!" I bat my eyelashes and Remus snorts so loudly that everyone in the school turns and stares.
I hold back my laugh as Dumbledore chuckles, "Always glad to see you keeping fun in these dark times, Mr. Lupin,"
Remus flushes red and Potter pats him on the back, shaking his head with laughter.
The attention is taken away from a blushing Remus as the doors open and the first years totter in, like a nervous wreck. They file down the centre of the hall and towards a three legged stool, as McGonnagal places the scraggly sorting hat on it.
It bursts into song and all the first years look so taken aback that I almost laugh.
The hat sings of being united, standing together even though we are divided into houses. It's the same song it has sang since Voldemort started to get powerful.
When the hat stops singing everyone applauses. McGonnagal calls the first student and they step up and are soon declared a Ravenclaw. The first years fall into their respective houses but people soon begin to whisper. Ten first years have been sorted, but no Slytherins. The eleventh first year steps up and by the way he is mouthing it looks like he is having an argument with the hat. 3 minutes later the hat shouts, "SLYTHERIN!"
The first year removes the hat and walks white faced to the Slytherin table.
The rest of the first years are sorted evenly between the houses, and the other Slytherin first years and comforting the first Slytherin.
Dumbledore rises and everyone quiets.
"Let the feast begin!" He says simply.
The plates full with all kinds of food imaginable and the first years gasp in awe.
We all tuck in, and there isn't much time for chatter as we all try to eat as many different foods as possible.
Once desert is cleared, Dumbledore stands back up and reminds us of the general rules such as the Forbidden Forest and the list of Banned Items in Filch's office and then introduces, "the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Edgar Bones!"
Professor Bones stands up and there is a smattering of polite applause. Alice whispers something to Em and I frown and mouth "What?" to the pair of them. Alice just waves me off, "Later," she mouths back.
"Now you are all free to head off to your dormitories and common rooms. First years follow your Prefects." The second Dumbledore says this there is a loud scraping as everyone pushes the benches back simultaneously and gets up, hurrying to get to the common rooms.
"What?" I ask Alice as soon as I fall into to step behind her as we walk to the doors.
"What what?" Mary says from next to me.
"What what what what?" Marlene giggles from behind.
"Marls, can't you take anything serious?" Em asks.
"No can do Miss Emmeline Vance," Marlene says, putting on a voice.
Alice opens her mouth to tell but is interrupted but the high shriek of, "Potter! Evans!" from McGonnagal.
I groan and tell the others I'll meet them in the common room and retreat back towards McGonnagal.
"Yes milady," Potter says, strolling up to us nice and slow.
"Potter!" McGonnagal snaps, "You were not my first choice for Head boy! You are skating on thin ice here!" Her nostrils flare.
"Okay I'll zip it," He says, miming zipping his lips. He nudges me and grins. He learnt that saying from me.
"I need the two of you to come with me to Professor Dumbledore's office," McGonnagal says.
"I swear I haven't done anything." James says straight away. Is that his go to answer whenever a teacher asks him something?
"I have no doubt that you have done something Potter, but that is not the reason why you are going to Professor Dumbledore's office." McGonnagal replies shirtly.
"Ah well in that case," James says in mock happiness, "come with me, Evans, I'll lead the way!" He links his arm through mine and starts to skip, pulling me along with him.
"Potter!" Her voice is like a whip cracking.
Potter spins around and drops my arm, "Aww, c'mon on Professor, I was only trying to bring the light into the dark or something?" He teases, "Isn't Professor Dumbledore all about that these days?"
McGonnagal's nostrils flare, "You are Head boy! You are supposed to be respectable! Follow me!"
We walk behind her and follow her out of the Great Hall and to a gargoyle statue, which I'm guessing must be the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"Cadbury Chocolate," McGonnagal says, her tone still snappish. The gargoyle jumps aside and the door opens up to reveal a moving staircase, like a muggle escalator, only smoother. We step on to it, but McGonnagal seems to have no patience for it, "Stupid thing! Why is it so slow?" She mutters to herself.
I exchange a look with Potter and we almost snort with laughter, but follow her by walking up the moving staircase.
We enter to see Dumbledore sitting at his desk, "Ahhh," he smiles, "I only just arrived myself. Hello Lily, James."
"Hello Professor," We say in unison.
"Please, come sit," He motions to two chairs in front of his desk, "and Minerva, don't think I forgot about you," he says, and literally draws her up a chair with his wand. We take our seats, McGonnagal sitting stiffly in her puffy armchair beside Dumbledore.
"Well I'm sure you were both pleasantly surprised, well maybe not for you Lily, but I'm sure you were surprised James, when you got your badge," Dumbledore says, and I swear his eyes are laughing at us from over those half moon spectacles.
"Yeah, about that, why did you make me Head boy, cause, as I am sure Lily here would like to tell you, Remus should've gotten it. Remus deserves this much more than I do," James takes the badge off and places it on the desk in between himself and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stares at James, almost as though he is x-raying him with those piercing blue eyes, "Mr Lupin was a fine candidate, in fact almost every teacher had him down for Head boy, but this year and last year, I have been expanding the duties for head boy and girl, and I thought you had qualities better suited to some of these new roles, better leadership skills."
James frowns, "Remus is a great leader." He replies bluntly.
"I know, but his skills have become prominent through your friendship with him. Your leadership skills are much more obvious, people look up to you." Dumbledore says kindly.
"Look, I'm quidditch captain, Mooney- I mean Remus," James says, becoming flustered.
Dumbledore chuckles, "Mooney, what truly amusing nick name."
"Remus needs this more than me."
Dumbledore hands the badge back to James, "Remus has enough to worry about," is all he says. James takes the badge and pockets it.
McGonnagal sniffs and Dumbledore blinks, "Yes, where was I? Ah, expanding the jobs, yes," he says, regaining focus, "Last year I got the Head boy and girl to pick out some seventh years who they deemed trustworthy of joining an organisation I have formed."
My mouth drops and I glance at James. He can't mean what I think he means.
"I am sure, you especially James, have heard of the Order of the Phoenix,"
We both nod, to speechless to say anything.
"Well last year I set up what was dubbed 'The Junior Order' by it's members. It was twelve seventh years and was led by none other than myself and the Head boy and girl. This year, however, with the death eaters becoming stronger, I will be away from school more often, which means the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Bones, an Order member will be taking the meetings with the two of you. I want the two of you to come up with a list of ten trustworthy students, plus yourselves to join the Junior Order."
"Wow, sir, that's awesome!" James says, and McGonnagal sniffs disapprovingly.
"What sort of things will we be doing in these meetings?" I ask curiously.
"Well last year they consisted of mainly discussing events and learning defensive magic and it set up an opportunity for those students who wanted to join the Order to join it without fuss." Dumbledore replies.
I feel almost dumbfounded, I didn't expect this whole fighting Voldemort stuff to start until the end of seventh year.
"Now, it is of the utmost importance that no one finds out about this group, we will be the ones approaching them after you have short-listed them. We expect to see you here after dinner with the list on Friday the ninth, which gives you a week from tomorrow." McGonnagal states.
"But we do acknowlodge that your gut instinct is to tell your friends that, and as long as they have earned your trust, and will tell no one of this, you are allowed to tell them. Any questions?" Dumbledore asks, his eyes still twinkling.
I shake my head and James replies with a "No, sir."
"Well then I say 'Good evening to you'," Dumbledore smiles.
James and I take our que to leave and head out of Dumbledore's office. We walk up to Gryffindor Tower discussing the Junior Order and it's future meetings and all the cool stuff we might learn.
I can't help feeling really excited.
"Cervus," James says to the Fat Lady, when we arrive at her portrait.
"Hello to you too!" She snaps swinging open.
I laugh, "She isn't ever going to change is she?"
James grins, "She just won't accept that the reason we talk to her is to get into the common room, not to have a catch-up."
"You know I can hear you!" She shrieks, and James and I dart away from the portrait hole, roaring with mirthless laughter.
I look up at James, "It was nice, what you said in there, about Remus," I say, almost awkwardly.
James shrugs, "It's true, but I'll try to do the job justice."
I nod and smile at him, and for a moment I swear he blushes. Then he slaps on a grin and says, "See ya round, Evans," he begins to walk towards the direction of Remus and Peter; Sirius is sitting nearby with Marlene on his lap, kissing her intensely.
"Hey! Remember Potter, not a word to anyone else! And start making a list!"
He salutes me, "You got it, Evans!"
I laugh, and turn away and head up to my dormitory where my friends (well except for Marlene) are. As I am about to enter I notice the label on our door has changed. It now reads Seventh Years.