1 September 1971

~James Potter~

The Hogwarts Express was intimidating.

A great big steaming machine that would travel away from his home and his parents and take him to Hogwarts. When he'd received his letter, James had wanted to throw a temper tantrum until he was allowed to stay home with his mum and dad. Why did he need to go to some stupid school? His mum is the best witch in England and his dad could brew potions with his eyes closed, they could teach him better than any old coot up in the castle could.

James was set to stay home no matter what they told him about how wonderful and magical their experience at Hogwarts was. But as soon as his father mentioned playing Quidditch with new friends his own age, James was suddenly more than a little excited to go to Hogwarts. Until his mother kindly pointed out over breakfast that he couldn't try out for his House team until he was a Second Year. That had certainly been a damper on his good mood and he'd spent the rest of the summer pouting about having to wait another year, until his dad promised to take him broom shopping as an award when he made his House team so James thought it was a fair trade.

By the time the three of them had Apparited onto the platform with his trunk and new owl, his nerves were livewires, leaving him on edge, but there was no going back. Not unless he was willing to embarrass himself in front of everyone at the station by asking his mum to take him home.

"Mother?" Euphemia patted down her son's wild hair as he glanced up at her with misty hazel eyes. Fleamont pushed James' trunk towards the compartment ahead of them.

His mother looked at him and smiled sweetly, "Yes, my darling?"

"Is it true that Headmistress McGonagall casts a special jinx on all the school brooms so they can't be flown outside of the Quidditch pitch?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, she does." Euphemia replied curtly. James' face fell and his mother pushed down the feeling to comfort him. "You, James Charlus Potter, had better behave yourself at school and not cause any trouble for any of your professor. I don't want to receive any letters or, Merlin forbid, howlers about you running amuck around the school."

The young child sighed heavily, "Yes, mum."

"That's my wonderful boy," Euphemia kissed the top of his head, watching in amusement as a bright red blush of embarrassment coloured James' cheeks. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his jumper and glanced around the platform.

"Mum!" he groaned, but didn't pull away from her. Seeking the comfort of her touch.

The two of them rushed to catch up to his dad on the other end of the platform. Fleamont sidestepped away from a couple hugging their crying son goodbye. The child looked about James' size and age but James noticed the thin scars along the boy's face and lower jaw, a thin mark over the bridge of his nose that dipped into his left cheek. His parents held onto him tightly and when they pulled away James saw the boy's green, red rimmed eyes.

"Dad! Did you load my trunk on the train?" James asked with an obvious wink, hoping his father knew what he was really asking.

Fleamont winked back, joining in on his son's conspiracy. Although he hadn't actually packed James' fastest broom in the trunk, he had left him a bit of a surprise that his mother wouldn't approve of either way. A family heirloom that had passed down in their family for generations.

"That I did, mate. Now let's get you onboard before you end up having to sit with Slytherins." Fleamont said with a faux shiver.

His mother whacked Fleamonts shoulder with her purse and scowled. Everyone knew that Euphemia Potter was a Slytherin through and through and James decided that his father had a deathwish, talking badly about his mother's House like that.

James tightly hugged both of his parents goodbye and told them he loved them. He tried not to cry because he refused to start his first day among his Hogwarts peers while crying but the burn in his eyes wouldn't go away. His mother, on the other hand, had absolutely no quarrel and cried as she waved him goodbye. He nervously glanced back at his parents several times while he continued to walk towards the train. Both of them waved and his mum wiped at her eyes with a handkerchief.

James climbed the stairs onto the express and walked down the hallway with measured steps, looking for an empty compartment where he could sleep for the entire trip. James scoffed when he saw a Hufflepuff girl sat leaning against a compartment door, legs outstretched and a book in her lap, and had to skip over her legs. Who even read on the floor?

There was only one compartment in the first car that wasn't filled with shouting teenagers or crying children. Inside there was a petite redhead with her nose buried in the pages of a leatherbound journal and a black haired boy who glared at James the second he knocked on the sliding door. The girl didn't seem to notice him there at first but her companion sneered rudely in his direction and James couldn't help but feel offended that someone with that much grease on his head had the nerve to be so rude when he hadn't even said hello yet.

"Hello, there. Can I sit?" James indicated to the barren seat across from the pair. The girl pulled her face out of the volume before nodding quietly. She had the most beautiful bottle green eyes he had ever seen and her hair was long and slightly curly and the most brilliant shade of fiery red. She reminded James of the mermaids muggles described in their storybooks.

"What's your name then?" Snapped the boy next to her.

"James Potter, and you are?" He tried to stay polite in front of the pretty girl who sat across from him. James didn't want to be mean to her friend or worse, lower himself to the git's level unless the greasy haired boy kept being rude to him then all bets were off.

She pointed to herself and then her friend. Introducing both of them with a lovely smile that made James' heart beat faster. "I'm Lily Evans and this is Severus Snape."

"It's nice to meet you," he smiled back. Although in all honesty, James wasn't all that pleased to meet the boy next to her. He seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face and an allergy to good hair maintenance.

"Excuse me?" said a new voice from the door. "Do you mind if I sit with you guys? Everywhere else is full." When the occupants of the room didn't oppose his request, the boy walked inside and sat next to James. He held out his hand, "I'm Sirius Black."

Severus rolled his eyes at the new occupant, likely knowing how famous the Black family was in the Wizarding world and not being all that impressed by Sirius. James wasn't bothered, after all, his own family was known too and held out his hand for Sirius to shake. They grinned at each other and Sirius stuck his tongue out at Snape when Lily wasn't looking.

Lily quickly introduced everyone again and they sat in silence - the uncomfortable sort that climbed down your throat and wouldn't let you breathe or speak without the knot tightening. Lily continued to read whatever held her attention before he'd gotten there and James tried not to be creepy as he studied her pretty face. Sirius played with a bright pink sugar quill in his hands, chipping bits off the feather and popping them into his mouth.

James felt the death glare before he even looked towards him, Severus watched him with narrow eyes and an overbite. Sirius looked between the boys curiously and asserted himself next to James, showing his loyalty between the two of them, clearly the other boy felt like something was off with Snape as well. Not like Snape had given Sirius much reason to like him either.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, Lily looked up and sighed. "Boys."

Severus sprang up from his seat and grabbed onto Lily's wrist, yanking them both out of the compartment, Lily asking what happened behind him. James glared at the spot where the boy used to sit and wistfully glanced after the red curls that disappeared from his sight.

"What a simpleton," Sirius groaned out and James wholeheartedly agreed. Pulling out a piece of candy from his robes pocket and holding it out, James grinned as he took it from Sirius.

Sirius continued to peer through the cracked door, hopeful eyes searching the faces of every student that walked past until the students had all come and gone past their compartment. James looked past the other boys shoulder at the empty corridor. "Who are you looking for?"

"My friends Harry and Mya, I tried to find them at the platform before I boarded but no luck." Sirius answered distractedly before glancing at his new friend with a disappointed sigh. James decided not to take it personally. "They probably have a special compartment or something."

"Why do you think that?" James asked, hoping to make the other boy feel more comfortable around him so he could consider at least one friend made during the trip.

"They're the Headmistress' niece and nephew." Sirius said simply.

James laughed and reached over to pat his shoulder. "Hey, look at you, already making friends high up to avoid detention."

"How do you know I'll be given detentions?" Sirius questioned.

James shrugged lightly, eyes alight with mischief, "We'll get very bored if we follow all the rules to the dot for the next seven years."

"I like the way you think, Potter."

"Thank you, Black."

During the long train ride to Hogwarts James decided three things.

One, Sirius Black would be his best mate from that day until his last.

Two, he would marry Lily Evans if it was the last thing he ever did.

And three, Severus Snape was a right git.

Sirius and James spent the rest of the ride eating chocolate frogs and liquorice snaps from the trolley and excitedly talking about Quidditch and who would win in a fight between a wild hippogriff and a thestral. Both decided that a hippogriff would win because its wingspan was smaller by a big enough margin and that made it easier to manoeuvre between trees and get the upper hand. James made a note to ask the magical creatures professor to be sure. It wouldn't do to be wrong about something so important so early in his Hogwarts career.

A chill hung in the air of the platform at Hogsmeade and James hugged his thick cloak closer to keep himself warm from the wind as they stepped off the train. Sirius walked next to him, just as bundled up to keep out the cold, both boys already attached at the hip after their time on the Express. James couldn't wait to write to his mum and tell her all about his new friend.

"Evenin' ev'ryone! Firs' Years behin' me!" A curly-bearded man loomed over the young children as they crowded around him. A bright smile lit his face and James felt himself relaxing in the presence of the giant man.

The First Year children were herded together and James looked around for Lily as the giant helped them get into the floating boats one by one, the wood wobbled slightly to the side as James sat. Hagrid dropped both boys on the wooden bench with a jubilant smile before turning to the next boy. The bar dug into James' hands and he bit his lip when a splinter dug into his fingers but he refused to loosen his grip and drown. Splinters were worth it if he didn't fall into the lake.

"Hello, I'm Remus Lupin." A boy held out his hand towards James and Sirius, sandy brown strands falling over his green eyes and puffy red cheeks. He nodded to the boy sitting next to him with a little smile. "This here is Peter Pettigrew."

James and Sirius took turns shaking the other boys' hands, the former already thinking that the four of them would be fast friends. Even if Peter seemed quiet and Remus too nervous. He liked both of them and hoped they were sorted in the same House. Otherwise he would have to sneak into other common rooms to spend time with them and he had promised his mother to try and stay out of trouble - at least for the first few weeks of school. But as he stared at his new friends, especially Sirius, James had a feeling that he would be breaking that promise often.

In the dim moonlight, James stared at the hanging lantern Remus held above their heads. The shadows danced over his soft features and James noticed the thin scratches over the boy's face. Half a dozen scars marred his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and James wondered what had happened to his new friend to leave him carrying the memory of it so prominently on his face.

Remus caught his eye then quickly looked away, clearly ashamed of the scrapes over his face. James immediately felt guilty for making him feel self conscious and smiled kindly the next time Remus looked up. He looked calmed by the gesture and James took a deep breath. Peter was too interested in watching the other boats fload behind them but Sirius kept a steady stream of conversation between the other three boys and soon, James forgot about how scary the pitch black water looked and loosened his death grip on the paddle.

The closer they sailed to the castle, the more palpable the excited of the boys became. James didn't know why he'd been so scared to come here in the first place, it seemed stupid now that he'd wanted to miss out on all of this to stay home, as the bubble of excitement continued to grow in his stomach. By the time they climbed out of the boats, he felt like he was bursting at the seams.

Looping his arm around Sirius' neck, James pointed to the door, "Onward to the castle!"

"You're so weird, mate." But Sirius rushed to the door with him nonetheless, doing a terrible job of hiding his own excitement at finally being at Hogwarts.

Remus pulled Peter by his wrist out of the boat and the pair of them rushed after them. "James! Sirius! Wait for us!"

James bounced on his heels, his cheeks feeling like they're about to split from his smile as the two boys finally caught up with them. Hagrid waited until all the First Years had gathered at the door, squinting his eyes as he looked over them to make sure no one was missing or sick by the shore, before leading them towards the Great Hall.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter right at the front of the group.

~Harry McGonagall~

Harry watched the magical boats wade over the black water, moving closer to the boathouse at the end of the castle grounds with trepidation. He had already met eleven year old Sirius and thought it had gone well but he had no idea what to do when he met his parents for the first time.

It had seemed so easy to open his mouth and start a conversation about Quidditch with his future godfather that day, safely tucked away in the robe racks where Death Eaters and Azkaban couldn't touch them. Because it had been something they already shared in the future and it was a comfortable place for Harry to start. In the two hours or so he had spent with Sirius, Harry had felt more weightless than he had in a very long time. But the more time that passed since their meeting, the more Harry started to feel the importance of what they were trying to do. Sirius' life, Harry's entire family, was in his hands.

He wanted that shy boy in Madam Malkin's to grow up into his sarcastic and snappish personality, Harry wanted Sirius to grow up without living almost half his life in a cramped prison cell being tortured by dementors for a crime he didn't commit, he wanted Sirius to know his brother was a hero who loved him and died fighting against Voldemort. Harry needed to focus on stopping Voldemort before it was too late and that meant there could be no distractions.

Harry knew that at this time Lily would still be best friends with Severus, while James would still think of Peter as a brother. Both of which were issues he needed to handle and Harry didn't want to think about what both of those men would go on to do in the future. The betrayal and the blood that would haunt them for years to come. That still haunted Harry.

Hermione had agreed to try and change time, for him, he knew that. He'd argued with her until she refused to hear anymore but she wouldn't budge. Until, one night, Harry had fallen asleep in their common room while she was having afternoon tea with Minerva, exhausted and emotionally drained. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamt about, only that when he'd woken up his throat was raw and Hermione was sitting on the corner of the sofa next to his head. She was crying and slowly reached to brush his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Okay," she had whispered. "We'll try." Harry hadn't asked what she'd seen in him that day that had changed her mind, he was just happy he wasn't alone.

Harry turned back to the little boats. Peter and Severus would be part of the change they were attempting. Whether that meant ensuring they wouldn't turn to Voldemort or ending them before they could cause irreversable damage, Harry wasn't sure. He had never thought there would be a time when he would consider killing someone but when he thought of Sirius in Madam Malkin's, he knew he could do it if it came down to it.

Hermione leaned over the metal railing, her eyes intently following the boats as they docked into the small boathouse next to the castle. Harry shakily reached towards his sister's hand, intertwining their fingers and squeezing tightly. Mya rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand.

"They'll be coming in soon, we should head to the stairs and meet them there," Mya said, feet firmly planted and unmoving despite what she had said, patiently waiting for him to be ready. "Wouldn't want to make Aunt Minerva upset by disappearing on her on the first night."

Harry nodded and let himself be pulled along. They reached the stairs to the Great Hall just as the First Years did from the other end of the hall. Harry looked up at the familiar stone soldiers that lined the walls and tried not to remember those soldiers laying in chunks all over the courtyard in their version of 1998.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," McGonagall said sternly to the clumps of waiting students. "Now in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your Houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your House will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup."

Harry hadn't told their aunt who his parents are, but it had slipped out once that they were part of the 1971 First Year students. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was more about what would happen if he and Mya ended up screwing up the timeline and suddenly there was no Harry Potter. Or, Merlin forbid, no love between James and Lily Potter.

Sirius stood next to James and Remus with a look of unease and Harry remembered how his godfather had been treated because of his Hogwarts House sorting. His grey eyes filtered around the room until they landed on Harry and Mya. He smiled broadly and tried to wave them towards the already forming group of Marauders. Harry's fingers tightened almost painfully around Hermione's as he watched his father and godfather wrestle, Remus telling them to calm down before they hurt or embarrassed themselves. Peter stood to the side and patted Remus' arm consolingly when he couldn't get the other two to stop playing around.

Harry averted his gaze from the scene and he felt Mya's confused eyes settle on him but she didn't question him. He appreciated how accepting his sister was when it came to his feelings about anything from disliking his tea to standing a handful of steps away from his very much alive father. She could tell that he wasn't ready and she didn't push him into anything. It was why he loved her so much, Hermione was always there to support him.

"There you two are, I was getting worried that you'd gone and abandoned me to the First Years alone." Hermione felt her brother jump as Minerva's hands landed on each of their shoulders. Steering them away from the rioting children as they clambered into the Great Hall.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Minerva, we got carried away watching the boats dock." Harry mumbled. Not looking into her knowing catlike eyes.

Minerva left them at the foot of the stairs, "Don't make a habit of being late little ones."

They quickly nodded as they stood at the front of the crowd of nervous First Years. There was something surreal about standing underneath the hovering candles and waiting to decide which House would be your home for the next seven years. The Sorting Hat was eagerly placed on a stool in the centre of the raised platform that led to the professors table, every eye in the Great Hall was glued to the ratty hat as it opened its rough, fabric mouth and began to sing:

Try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry,

Set Gryffindor apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

The hall erupted in cheers from professors and students alike as the song came to an end, Hermione and Harry clapping along with the other First Years. They listened and watched as several witches were called to the front of the room in alphabetical order, each going to a different House.

"Sirius Black," Minerva read out from the enchanted parchment in her hands. Her eyes searched out the anxious face of Sirius and, when she found him, nodded towards the stool. Harry caught James giving him a reassuring shoulder squeeze and his heart warmed at the friendship already nestled between them.

Sirius moved through the other students waiting to be sorted. His legs scissored up the steps in quick successions. Harry could see his curled fists in the sleeves of his robes. When the boy sat on the wooden seat and the hat was placed on his head, there was a hum from the brown fabric. Harry watched Sirius' eyes squeeze shut as he breathed in sharply. Sirius' nose was scrunched as he kept his eyes closed and waited for the decision that would change his life to be called out.

Harry looked towards the Slytherin table, as he expected, the group looked bored and waiting for Sirius to join them - an inevitability in their eyes. A headful of white blond hair drew his attention. Lucius Malfoy had always looked like the type of person who liked to drink his morning pumpkin juice in a crystal champagne flute. But there was something different about him now that Harry couldn't understand. Perhaps it was the age but his face portrayed clear unenthusiasm while his body was pivoted towards Sirius with keen interest.

"Gryffindor!" Sirius almost fell off the chair as he rushed off the platform and to the table under the red and gold lion banners. Thunderous applause came from three of the tables, the fourth only gave a courteous clap and whispered among themselves. Harry mechanically clapped.

Harry continued to study Lucius underneath the serpent banners. He looked like a mirror image of Draco, an air of superiority radiating around him and designer robes hanging off his built frame. Unlike his son, Lucius didn't sneer at the other Houses, which was shocking enough. Malfoy looked a few years older than Harry, maybe a third or fourth year.

Hermione and Harry waited, holding hands like they really were children again, hoping that their mere presence hadn't changed the timeline already. Sirius was where he should be, three more to go. A little part of Harry hoped that Peter wouldn't be sorted into Gryffindor, if only to have one less person to worry about. Lily and Remus both took the lion mantle with pride, happily accepting the congratulations from their new family as they sat.

Sirius continued to look shocked to be anywhere other than the green and silver sea of purebloods across the room, no matter how many other students were sorted into their Houses. And while he kept his mouth shut, Harry could see the joy bubbling under the surface.

"Harry McGonagall," Minerva said with more than a little pride in her voice.

Up until that moment Harry hadn't really thought about whether or not he would end up in the same House as last time. A lot had changed since his original sorting almost seven years ago. He had been betrayed, tortured and a fugitive for long months, he had fought in a war and seen both friends and enemies die. What if his place wasn't among the brave anymore?

What if this time he wasn't meant to be anywhere?

The hat barely grazed his brown hair before it shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Pleasantly surprised, Harry sat at the very edge of the table. Watching Mya walk to the stool, her back stiff and face impassive. He remembered a time when she had confided in him that the Sorting Hat almost placed her in Ravenclaw. And, if anything, she was even smarter and more inquiring than the last time she was eleven.

"Could you be a lion or an eagle?" Harry saw the mask flicker to reveal her insecurity. "Hm, so many interesting things inside your head, little traveller. Better be Gryffindor!"

He breathed in a sigh of relief when she rushed to sit down next to him with a small smile. Both Harry and Hermione took calming breaths when Peter sat gingerly next to Sirius, Harry crushed her hand as he tried to control the anger coursing through him. Soon after, James joined the future Marauders and it was suddenly too much for Harry to handle.

Seeing them all sat there, together, unknowing of all the tragedy that would befall them.

"Severus Snape!" Lily turned in her seat to stare at her friend as he climbed the stairs in quick steps. Harry noted his father's already-present frown. The hat plopped down on Snape's head and shouted "Slytherin!" a moment later.

Sirius growled at the green table when they cheered obnoxiously loud for Snape before turning back to their individual conversations and James leaned over to see Lily's disappointed expression more clearly. After the last of the First Years were sorted, the feast began.

James and Sirius pushed food towards Remus and Harry realised that the two of them had already taken the werewolf under their wings - committed to taking care of himwhether he did or didn't want them to. Remus laughed into his arm when Sirius placed an entire apple pie on his plate, James passed Lily the salt with a smitten little smile.

Harry watched them laughing over their plates and suddenly it was too much.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Harry said slowly to his sister, picking at the dinner roll next to his plate without appetite. "I'm not that hungry and- well, it's just getting to be too much all at once." His head began to swim and the fork slipped between his fingers and dropped to the table as his hands shook.

Hermione knew him well enough to know when he needed help without asking upfront. "Yeah, let's go to the astronomy tower and take a breather. There's too many ghosts in here."

Harry looked at her gratefully and together they stood from the table. Several of their classmates shot them confused looks and Sirius stared at them with his eyebrows raised. Harry avoided everyone's questioning eyes and Hermione led him out of the hall with a comforting hand on his back. McGonagall caught Mya's eye as they passed the halfway point of the Gryffindor table. The Headmistress began to rise and follow but a fast shake of Hermione's head had her sitting back down with a confused huff.

They didn't make it to the astronomy tower before Harry was fighting to be able to draw breath into his lungs and hot tears poured down his cheeks. Hermione led him to the nearest corridor before she helped lower him to the ground. They sat in the little corner, in a forgotten corridor, as Harry tried to learn how to breath again.

Harry felt like this was exactly where he belonged.

Away from the innocence in the Great Hall.

Away from everyone.

2 September 1971

~Hermione McGonagall~

Hermione was used to celebrating the start of a new school year with her parents.

Every year, even since before Hogwarts, her parents had gotten her a large cupcake with a little candle stuck in the fluffy frosting. They'd also get her a little present for the new school year. It was usually a book she had been eyeing all summer or a new autumn jumper to keep her warm at Hogwarts. It was one of her favourite traditions with her parents and it was exceptionally hard tis year without them.

Knowledge, Hermione found, could be precarious. The first time her best friend had ever had a panic attack they were thirteen and The Daily Prophet had printed "mass-murderer Sirius Black" had just escaped from Azkaban. They were on the way to Divination of all things. After it was over, they didn't talk about it. Even Ron had dropped the subject without question.

Last night had been different than that.

Harry had been on edge all night, since before the first boats could be seen coming towards the castle but when he was a metre away from his father, he had started crumbling. Hermione managed to half carry, half drag him into the nearest corridor away from the Great Hall before he collapsed against the wall in a heap. It was the worst feeling in the world for Hermione, holding her best friend while he cried and screamed silenced by her wand about something she couldn't help.

She had barely slept all night, choosing to stay in the living room and listen to Harry twist and turn in his bed above her. Waiting to see if nightmares would haunt him again. Hermione was used to taking the late shift because of their year long Horcrux scavenger hunt.

Drinking a Pepper-Up that morning instead of breakfast kept her alert enough to satisfy the professors and it wasn't like she needed to learn any of what they were teaching anyways. When their last class finally came around, Mya was physically and mentally exhausted. She couldn't remember a word that any of her professors had said and a pounding headache had been slowly building behind her eyes since before lunch.

Charms, as it turned out, was a lot more interesting the first time around. Harry sat next to her, glancing at the bags under her eyes with guilt. She hadn't told him about staying up but he was her best friend, one look at her in Potions that morning and he knew.

Hermione tapped her pen on the parchment paper as she waited for Flitwick to finish his long and drawn out explanation of the Wingardium Leviosa charm, before scribbling down a line or two for her notes to keep up the appearance of a first time magical student. She twirled the muggle pen between her fingers, it was a lot easier to take notes in half a dozen classes this way. Aesthetics be damned, she'd be asking for a regular notebook.

She heard Sirius snicker behind her as James poked himself in the eye with his own wand while trying to flip it in the air and catch it - no doubt trying to show off for Lily. Remus quietly reprimands them from his seat at the desk behind theirs. Somehow, other than the pure rotten luck, she and Harry had ended up sitting in close proximity to the Marauders.

In all of their classes.

It was a good thing that they had already gone through all of this before, otherwise she would constantly be shushing the rowdy boys behind them. Especially when Sirius ended up wearing his ink well half an hour later.