Welcome to Hogwarts
Harry glanced at his mother, trying not to burst out laughing. She looked so happy that Harry was half convinced she was going to explode. Barely heard under the cheers of the Gryffindor table, Lily was silently chanting 'He's a Gryffindor!' over and over again. Sadly, there was a drawback to this sorting. James looked...dead on the inside. First his best friend, now his first enemy. Life wasn't going great for James Potter right now. Neville and Harry didn't care. They knew this was going to happen, and although it was very depressing for James and Sirius, this meant Phase One of the plan was going perfectly.
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The moment one of the prefects gave the first years the password to the common room, they ran inside to check out their new cozy living space. Some older kids stayed in the main room, but all the first years headed to bed immediately.
The dorm was spectacular. Just as homey as Harry and Neville remembered it to be, only with more people occupying it. Neville decided to speak up first.
"Hi, I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom, how 'bout you?" Harry winced as he sounded a bit like Percy Weasley, in the sense that, to the others, he must sound irritatingly pompous.
"James Potter," offered James. "I like quidditch and that one ginger girl who got sorted into Gryffindor. I think her name's Lily."
Sirius burst out laughing, "Nice one mate, real smooth. Anyways, I'm Sirius Black, and I also like quidditch."
"A Black... in Gryffindor? That's a first. Wonder how disappointed your family will be," said Severus.
"I could say the same to you, Snivellus," he sneered back.
Harry, sensing an argument about to break out, decided to intervene. "I'm Harry Potter, please don't fight- it's exhausting- and I also like quidditch. I hope we can all be friends" Sirius and Severus were still glaring intensely at each other despite his interruption. harry had a feeling that they would continue to argue at the first opportunity they had.
"I'm Remus Lupin, I like books," said Lupin.
"Great, now that we've been introduced to one another, why don't we chose where we sleep for the next seven years?" Asked Harry.
"Wonderful idea," replied Neville.
And so, they all picked where they wanted to sleep, and the final bed arrangement was this:
James Sirius
Harry Remus
Severus Neville
"Just wondering, but do you think we're related?" asked James. "We have the same surname after all."
"I noticed. I think we are, although distantly. I mean, we look quite similar. I will make sure to ask my father soon." Harry said, smiling at his little 'dad joke' that only Neville would understand. He would indeed tell James, but only when he could be fully trusted and the plan was working. Harry and Neville's first target was a certain Remus Lupin that happened to be in the same room as them.
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Harry looked around the room. It was now midnight. He got up and creeped towards Remus's bed. "Remus!" Harry whispered to the closed curtains. Remus opened the curtains to his bed to reveal himself reading a book using his wand as a flashlight. It was a very familiar image though in his memories he would find Hermione in Remus' place. It wasn't even the first day, and Lupin already knew a bit of magic. The thought of his old best friend made him sad, but he pushed those thoughts away.
"Yes?" Remus asked.
"Mind if i sit with you for a little while, there is something we need to talk about."
"Okay," he moved over so that Harry could sit down, then closed the curtains once more. "What do you need?" Asked Remus, his brow furrowed, creating a concerned expression on his face.
"I...erm- I needed to talk to you about something very important. But I need your word that you will keep this a secret, at least for now." Harry replied.
"I solemnly swear that I shall not tell anyone about anything you might tell me, at least until I am given permission," said Remus, smirking as he watched Harry looking very uncomfortable.
"I'm kind of... from the future."
Remus was had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing. After all, it was only the first night at Hogwarts and he didn't want to wake up everyone. Harry just sighed and cast a silencing charm.
Remus was still shaking with laughter at this absurd statement "Sure, and I'm the Minister for Magic."
"No, actually, you aren't the Minister, and you never will be. I know everything about you. Remus John Lupin, currently aged eleven, child of Lyall and Hope Lupin. You may not be Minister for Magic, but you are a werewolf," Harry said, mentally wincing about how stalkerish and gross that sentence sounded.
Remus even at only age eleven, only three words came to mind as the alarm bells started going off in his head.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"