Hello again :) Here's the next chapter, ignore my horrible Hagrid accenting:
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Harry remained in the hospital wing for several days. He learned that he had arrived on a Thursday and by Sunday evening he was told that he would be starting classes the next day. When Harry mentioned still not having been to Diagon Alley yet, he was told that Dumbledore had simply sent someone to get his supplies for him. Harry was extremely taken aback when a young Rubeus Hagrid came thundering into the room with a warm smile on his face, arms full of supplies including a new trunk, robes, books, and a cauldron.
Even the wandmaker Olivander paid him a visit. Dumbledore had asked Harry earlier for a description of his old wand as to give Olivander an idea of what selection to bring with him. It didn't take long for Harry to find a suitable replacement, but even Olivander admitted it wasn't a perfect match. Harry was thankful to have a new wand and as soon as he was alone he cast a spell to actually change the color of his hair more permanently as the Camo Candies he had been taking every few hours had almost completely run out.
Later that day, with the help of Hagrid, Harry carried all his new supplies into the Gryffindor Tower. Hagrid was quite talkative, asking him many questions about where he was from and his friends and family.
"Have yer been up ter the tower before?" Hagrid asked eagerly. "Do yer like Hogwarts so far? Do yer have an owl, has yer family owled yer yet?"
"Er, no, I haven't, at least I don't remember. Hogwarts is nice." Harry answered awkwardly as they approached the portrait.
"Oh righ'," Hagrid said quickly. "I keep forgettin' you don't remember much. Well, let me know if yer need anything, I live out on the grounds, you can' miss me hut." With that, Hagrid said the password and then dropped off Harry's things in the common room before walking out. The gold and red tapestries made him feel at home. Similarly to the rest of Hogwarts, not much had changed. Some of the furniture had been replaced since he had gone and the message board had different clippings posted but all in all it was how he had left it.
Harry paused for a second before balancing his cauldron on top of his trunk and heaving everything up the stairs. Hopefully now that he was going to be living in the same tower, he would get to meet his father. The more he thought of it actually happening, the more nervous he became. What if his father didn't like him? He knew he had been very popular in school, what if the marauders weren't interested in meeting him?
Harry reached the seventh years dormitory and pushed open the door, dragging his things over to the empty bed on the far side. Harry found spare sheets and blankets in the side table next to his bed and quickly began putting his bed together. After everything was in place, he took a moment to look at the other beds for a hint towards who he would be living with.
Two of the other four beds were untidy while the other two looked neat and clean. In fact, the one in the farthest corner looked untouched all together. The two messier beds also had trunks at the end which had been left wide open with books and robes spilling out of them. Harry walked past one of the beds and glanced at the nightstand. Harry froze.
"No." He said in disbelief. There was a photo of four boys standing in a row with their arms around each others shoulders, laughing.
The door was suddenly thrown open and the room erupted in voices.
"No, no, you don't understand you had to have been there." Sirius said through bursts of laughter. James followed next, also laughing hysterically. Remus walked in third, looking less than amused.
"There's nothing funny about it, Sirius."
"Yes there is! I'm telling you Moon—" Sirius stopped, noticing Harry. The other two boys also turned to look at him.
"Oh, hello." Remus said, holding out his hand. "You must be the new students, I'm Remus." Harry tried to move his hand to shake Remus's, but he couldn't. He couldn't form words either. All he was able to do successfully was open and close his mouth a few times while his right arm twitched. Sirius and James looked at each other with raised eyebrows as Remus awkwardly lowered his hand.
"Well, uhm, it's nice to meet you. Welcome to Gryffindor." Remus said looking around the room for inspiration for a conversation. "Oh, this is James, James Potter." James raised his hand in a half wave.
"And this is Sirius Black." Sirius simply nodded in his direction.
"We normally have another dorm mate, his name is Peter, but he's been away for awhile now, his grandmother's not doing well." Remus said pointing to the untouched bed that Harry now noticed was also missing a trunk.
"Well, if you need anything just let us know." Harry nodded awkwardly, struggling to hide his astonishment but his wide eyes gave it away.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Remus asked. Sirius groaned, causing Remus to shoot him a glare.
"Uhm, no," Harry said, finally finding his voice. "But I'm not hungry either so I wasn't planning on going."
"Oh alright, well I'll bring you back something small just in case you do get hungry later on." Remus said smiling, happy to finally have gotten Harry to say something. "We were just coming in to drop off our bags before heading down now so if you change your mind, feel free to join us. Do you know how to get to the Great Hall?"
Harry nodded.
"Great." Remus smiled again. "What was your name again?"
"Harry." Harry answered shortly.
"Well, Harry, it was very nice to meet you. When we get back we can compare schedules, we probably have a lot of classes together if you aren't behind in anything." Remus said as he walked to his desk and sat his book bag next to his chair. "We'll see you later then."
"Bye," Harry said. Sirius and James muttered something in response before exiting with Remus.
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"You know, you guys could have tried to be a little less hostile; we all are going to be living together for some extended period of time, you both realize this, right?" Remus said with a frown as the trio walked to the Great Hall.
"Yeah but, he was just so…" James started.
"Weird." Sirius finished. James nodded.
"You know what McGonagall said. He lost his memory from some accident and he's spent all of his time so far in the hospital wing. Of course he's going to seem a little bit out of it, it doesn't mean that you two get to be impolite."
Sirius rolled his eyes, but James looked away feeling slightly guilty.
"C'mon, Moony," Sirius said as they walked through the great oak doors and towards the Gryffindor table. "He was staring us down like we were boggarts."
"Or werewolves." James muttered under his breath with a grin. Remus shot him a look.
"The point is," Remus said changing the subject. "We should be as welcoming as possible. We don't want him to feel out of place or to get off on the wrong foot with him, who knows how long he'll be staying with us."
"I guess we can try and get to know him." James muttered as he spooned mashed potatoes onto his plate.
"Yeah, and maybe if you act really nice and heroic and help the underdog, Evans might recognize you for a second." Sirius snorted.
"Yeah, what the hell," James started. "I thought after I got picked as Head Boy she might actually recognize how great I am. I mean, we work together all the time."
"Maybe you should work on your ego a little, Prongs." Remus smirked as he poured some pumpkin juice for himself.
After the three finished eating and after Remus had wrapped a sandwich in a napkin for Harry, they all headed back up to the dormitory. When they entered, they found Harry sitting on the corner of his bed reading quietly. He didn't say much as they walked in, as he was still somewhat in shock after having met them. He also had sensed that James and Sirius didn't like him much and it had left him feeling a bit depressed.
"Heya, Harry." James said brightly. Harry looked up, still not fully comprehending who he was talking to. "Whatchya readin'?"
"Just one of the textbooks." Harry answered. Sirius stuck out his tongue.
"You read that for fun? I need to introduce you to some high quality literature." Sirius said, tossing him a brightly bound book simply entitled, '1000 Pranks for Young Witches and Wizards'.
"It's a classic." James smirked. "We've left a bunch of notes in there too, eventually we hope to pass it down to the next generation of mischief makers."
Harry couldn't suppress his grin. 'Fred and George would love this,' he thought, flipping through the pages of notes and ideas.
"I'll be sure to look through it," Harry said, still smiling.
"So Harry," James said, reaching under his bed and pulling out his broom. "Do you play Quidditch?"
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Later that night, after the laughter and conversations had died down and everyone had gotten into bed, Harry pulled his blankets close to him and smiled, letting a few tears fall down his face.
Hogwarts had never felt more like home.
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