“No, thank you,” James said evenly.

            “Pardon me?” Remus asked.

            “I don’t want Harry to see any Unforgivables,” he said.

            “I don’t want either but that’s the chapter’s title,” Lily said annoyed.

By the time dawn arrived, the heavy rain had subsided which was good news for Harry. Having just received his timetable for the year, Harry noticed that he had Herbology first followed by Care of Magical Creatures that morning and Double Divination in the afternoon. Harry could only groan at the sight of how his afternoon would be spent. Divination was his least favorite class which considering Potions with Professor Snape that was saying a lot. Professor Trelawney seemed to enjoy predicting Harry’s death during every class. The only difference was this year there wasn’t an Azkaban escapee ‘out to get him’.

            “Hey no one was out to get Harry!” Sirius cried.

            “We know Padfoot, the author is just telling us how awful Trelawney is,” Remus explained, “This is in no way a direct insult to you.” Sirius still huffed.

Hermione had been the smart one and dropped the class last year. Harry wished he could do the same but he needed to take two electives and hadn’t overloaded on classes like Hermione did last year. Hermione had taken every class available to third years, needing a Time Turner to attend them all. The stress, however, made Hermione extremely irritable from time to time so when she dropped Divination and Muggle Studies, Harry and Ron were extremely relieved.

There was a rush of owls entering the hall. Harry didn’t bother looking up which proved to be a mistake when a small package hit him on the head before landing beside his plate. For a long moment Harry stared at the package completely bewildered by its arrival. He rarely got mail and when he did it was usually from Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher and good friend to Harry.

            “Poor Harry. He’s going to take a while getting used to having a family,” Lily said sadly.

Some of his confusion lifted when he noticed his name written in the handwriting of his godfather. Well, sure Sirius would write him but so soon? Still trapped in his confusion, Harry didn’t notice his friends watching him as he carefully pried away the letter attached to the package. Harry bit his lower lip in anticipation as he slowly opened the letter and began to read.

Pronglet,

Moony informed me that he forgot to give this back to you so I sent it as quickly as I could.

            “What? What didn’t you give him back?” James asked.

            “Well, the only thing of Harry I remember taking was the Map,” Remus said.

            “WHAT? MOONY! HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO GIVE HIM BACK SUCH AN ESSENTIAL ITEM FOR SURVIVAL?” James and Sirius cried in perfect unison. Lily was torn between being amused or rolling her eyes.

 I don’t understand him some times but he’s Moony.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?” Remus growled.

            “That you’re special,” Sirius teased. Remus just glared.

 Just so you know we’re already working hard on cleaning up old Black Manor for you. I am honestly contemplating on asking Dumbledore to let us switch house elves. Kreacher for Dobby.

            “WHAT? I am not only mental enough to go back there but Kreacher is there as well? GIVE HIM CLOTHES!” Sirius cried.

 You remember what I told you about Kreacher, right? The Black family house elf? Well, he’s worse now than what I ever remember which is pretty bad.

Anyways, just remember what I told you at the platform. Don’t forget to have fun this year. I know you’re not one for pranks but there’s more than one way to have fun at good ol’ Hogwarts. Just be sure to tell me all about it when you can! Oh, and Moony is shouting at me that if I don’t tell you hello from him he’ll skin me alive…and people are worried about the wolf…if only they knew…

            James and Sirius nodded their agreement. Remus glared at them.

Take care of yourself, kiddo. Remember we’re here if you need us.

Padfoot and Moony

            “Why does your name come first?”

            “I wrote the letter.”

            “So?”

            “Your name comes first on the map!”

            “Children, no fighting,” James teased. For this he received two rolls on the head and two death glares.

Harry bit back a smile as he folded up the letter. He doubted he could handle Dobby being the ‘Black family elf’ but perhaps it would be better than Kreacher. Sirius had informed Harry all about the Black family history this summer. Evidently, Sirius was one of the few Blacks to stand against Voldemort. The Blacks were a proud pureblood family just like the Malfoys.

Actually, Sirius had revealed that he was related to the Malfoys by marriage (Narcissa Malfoy was a member of the Black family)

            “Unfortunately,” Sirius muttered.

 making Harry somewhat related to Draco Malfoy now that Sirius had adopted him but Harry didn’t agree.

            “Me neither!” James said horrified.

The simple thought of him being related to anyone like Draco Malfoy was enough to make his stomach churn. Harry hadn’t taken the Black name but he was a Black heir.

            “See, I was right,” Lily said triumphantly. The boys rolled their eyes.

This fact was probably what had so many people up in arms about the adoption because of the ‘dark’ reputation the Black family had.

            “People just can’t let go of their self established truths,” Lily snorted annoyed, “Just because the family has a ‘dark’ reputation doesn’t make every Black automatically dark.”

Glancing down at the package, Harry already knew what was inside so didn’t take the risk of opening it in front of anyone. There was only one thing he had given Remus that Sirius would want Harry to have since it was only useful at Hogwarts. The Marauder’s Map. Remus had confiscated it last year and with everything that had happened must have forgotten about it.

            “Honestly Moony, that’s like forgetting to breathe!” Sirius said annoyed.

Harry could no longer hide the smile on his face as he placed the letter and package in his school bag. Suddenly, his day was looking up.

            “Of course Harry, the day always looks up when you have means for mischief,” James said happy.

            “I think he meant he was happy because he heard from Sirius not because he has means for mischief, James!” Lily said rolling her eyes.

            “Ah,” James sighed happily, “As long as you keep calling me James you can scold me all you want, sweet Lily.” She smacked the top of his head.

By the time lunch had arrived though the day was back to where it had begun. He didn’t even what to think about what they had to do in Herbology. It had been disgusting along with the Blast-Ended Skrewts he had to deal with in Care of Magical Creatures. Harry dreaded having to deal with them for however many weeks Hagrid had in mind.

Hermione hadn’t stayed long during lunch, insisting she had something important to do in the library. Harry just shook his head, trying not to think of his upcoming class. Even though the class was a complete waste of time, Harry had done quite a bit of reading on the subject over the summer. It was all interpretation. He understood about star charts and palm reading now and some other aspects of Divination. He may not believe it but he could understand enough to make a logical interpretation.

Divination started off slow with Professor Trelawney in her large glasses once again foretelling upcoming doom to Harry. Apparently she hadn’t learned her lesson from last Christmas when Harry had turned her superstitions against her. Harry could only roll his eyes and saw Ron doing the same thing. Ron had been very vocal about how he felt Trelawney was a few pieces short of a full chess set.

            “Yeah, 32 pieces short,” James snorted.

The class started on star charts which was a relief to Harry. Finally, something he would understand. “Mr. Potter,” Professor Trelawney said dreamily. “From your appearance, one could assume you were born under the malignant influence of Saturn. You were born in mid-winter, am I correct?”

“Er—sorry,” Harry said uncomfortable with everyone staring at him. “I have a summer birthday.”

            They all laughed hard.

Professor Trelawney looked at Harry suspiciously for a moment then continued teaching the class before letting the students work on completing their own circular chart to outline where the planets had been at the moment of their birth. Having already attempted this during the summer, Harry finished his quickly before helping Ron on his. Ron looked horrified that Harry actually knew what he was doing but kept his mouth shut…that is of course until Lavender let out an excited squeal.

“Professor!” Lavender cried out. “Please look! Which planet is this?”

Professor Trelawney strolled over to Lavender and looked down. “That would be Uranus, Miss Brown,” she said.

Ron couldn’t help himself. “Can I have a look at Ur—Oomph!”

Everyone quickly looked at Ron to see Harry covering his mouth. Harry looked over at Lavender and Professor Trelawney and bit his lower lip nervously. “Er—sorry,” said Harry as he slowly looked over a Ron, giving him a silent warning to shut up. “Some times his brain just stops working.”

            “Just like Paddy,” James patted Sirius’ head fondly. Sirius gave him a death glare.

Professor Trelawney blinked a few times in surprise. “I must say, Mr. Potter,” she said sounding impressed. “Perhaps there is some Seer blood in you after all. I have never seen anyone act so fast.”

            “Oh, when you’ve known someone for years you just learn to expect their idiocy,” Remus patted Sirius’ shoulder fondly. James was openly laughing and Sirius was huffing and glaring.

Harry pulled his hand away from Ron’s mouth as he slowly shook his head. No, he didn’t have Seer blood. He just knew Ron too well to know what he had intended on saying. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil looked completely envious at Harry since they seemed to idolize the Divination teacher so much while Ron and Seamus were desperately trying not to laugh.

Ron’s good mood ended at dinner time when Malfoy managed to point out an article in the ‘Daily Prophet’ about Ron’s father in the Entrance Hall. It was all a bunch of rubbish written by Rita Skeeter but Malfoy was having his fun nevertheless. Harry and Hermione managed to hold Ron back and get him to turn and walk away without a confrontation when Harry’s head screamed in warning.

            “WHAT?” James cried.

In the blink of an eye, Harry had his wand in hand as he quickly turned around and created a defensive shield that absorbed whatever curse Malfoy had shot at them.

            “GIT!”

            “COWARD!”

            “SLIMY SLITHERIN!”

            The boys cried together. Lily looked disgusted, “Attacking from behind is just the ultimate cowardice.”

 He was suddenly thankful for the research he had done last year on the topic. Harry lowered the shield and re-holstered his wand as he slowly shook his head. Why did Malfoy have to start a fight here in front of everyone?

            “Because he is the result of too much inbreeding,” Sirius said, “His brain doesn’t work properly.”

            “Sirius! That is not a nice thing to say,” Lily scolded.

            “It’s true though. All the pureblood families have a lot of inbreeding. My parents for instance are second cousins,” he answered.

            “That explains a lot,” Lily said to James who coughed to disguise a laugh at Sirius’ glare.

            Remus ruffled his hair and said, “We’re just teasing you Padfoot.”

Perhaps because he feels that he has something to prove.

“Is there a problem here, lads?” a curious Professor Moody asked as he descended down the stairs. Malfoy instantly froze as Moody slowly approached, his magical eye seeming to shift from Harry and back to Malfoy. “I see a wand pointed on a classmate, Mr. Malfoy. Explain yourself.”

Malfoy paled when he realized that he still had his wand pointing at Harry. The was the first time that Harry could see Malfoy actually acting frightened in front of a teacher instead of arrogant. “Nothing, sir,” Malfoy said as he pocketed his wand. “Nothing at all.”

            “Why is he scared?” James asked.

            “Probably because his dad must have had a few nasty encounters with Moody,” Sirius said and Remus and Lily nodded grimly.

Moody took a step towards Malfoy. “Then be on your way,” he growled, his magical eye rotating around as if it were looking all around the Entrance Hall, even through the back of his head. “That goes for every last one of you.”

Harry moved to follow the group but was stopped when Professor Moody quickly grabbed his arm. Reflexes of the past kicking in, Harry immediately tensed and flinched as if expecting to be hit. This reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Professor Moody who instantly relaxed his hold but didn’t let go. Looking up at the Defense teacher Harry noticed both of his eyes looking at him critically, almost like he suspected him of something.

“That was impressive, Mr. Potter,” growled Professor Moody. “You had every opportunity to retaliate but you chose to walk away; a rather difficult thing to do with everyone watching.”

            “That’s my baby. Mummy is so proud of you!”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He felt like he was trapped and that magical eye only increased Harry’s nervousness. At that moment Harry felt like he was the one in deep trouble for some reason. He didn’t like that feeling at all. Pain usually accompanied that feeling. Hours of solitary confinement usually accompanied that feeling.

“Constant Vigilance, Potter,” Moody growled as he released Harry’s arm. “Remember that.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said softly then watched as Professor Moody walked away. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He didn’t even realize Ron and Hermione were ushering him to the Great Hall with very little resistance. He seemed to be trapped in his own mind. What in the world did Professor Moody mean by that?

            “Yes, what?” Remus asked.

            “I don’t think he meant anything. According to dad Moody is just paranoid,” James said.

            “I think Harry was talking about Moody’s previous comment,” Lily said.

            “Still the same. Moody would have knocked Malfoy out and shipped him to Azkaban so he couldn’t do it again,” James said calmly.

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For the next few days Harry did what he could to stay clear of Professor Moody. He didn’t know what it was but he just felt uneasy around the new teacher. The treatment Harry had sustained while in the care of the Dursley family had been published at the end of last term but since it was also at the same time of the infamous Black trial, no one really paid much attention to it. It had been fortunately overlooked.

Harry had worked hard on putting his life with the Dursleys behind him and really didn’t want a teacher, especially Professor Moody bringing it up now. He didn’t need anyone assuming that Sirius and Remus were anything less than perfect.

            “Well Harry maybe Padfoot is but I surely am perfect,” Remus said.

            “So modest,” Lily snorted and the other two laughed.

He couldn’t afford to have anyone take him away from the only people who truly cared about him.

            “No one is taking you away Harry,” James said firmly, “or they’ll find themselves being haunted by a very, very angry spirit.”

In addition to Professor Moody, Harry also tried to keep his distance from Professor Snape which was difficult in Potions class. Malfoy was muttering comments all though class that earned several snickers from his fellow Slytherins. The sallow-faced Potions master with a hooknose and greasy hair did nothing about it of course since the comments were about the one student he didn’t bother hiding how he truly felt: Harry.

Harry knew why Professor Snape acted this way. Remus had told him last year how Harry’s father, James, had bullied Professor Snape when they had both been students at Hogwarts.

            Lily glared at James.

Harry understood that Professor Snape loathed James Potter but he hated that since James Potter was dead Snape decided to take his resentment out on the last remaining Potter who hadn’t even been alive when the incidents happened. It wasn’t fair. Sirius and Remus had even had a few choice words with Snape about it but all it did was infuriate the teacher more.

            “Snape is being quite childish,” Lily huffed.

When it came time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was starting to wonder if his mind was just overworking itself. Everyone else seemed eager to learn from Professor Moody and no one seemed to have as much trouble with Professor Snape as he did…well, except perhaps Neville Longbottom but the boy had always had a problem with Professor Snape’s demanding presence. Harry knew it was unfair to compare Professor Moody to Professor Snape. He had only one run-in with the man. How can you judge someone on that?

            “Sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling. That hasn’t failed you yet. Like when someone, I wont mention names *cough* Moony *cough*, was telling you lies about me you let me prove my innocence anyway,” Sirius explained.

            “I wasn’t the only one,” Remus said defensively.

Entering the Defense classroom, Harry followed Ron and Hermione who decided to take seats in the front row. He pulled out his book, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, and flipped open to where he had stopped reading. He was just over halfway through the book much to Ron’s horror. Due to Harry’s summer, it had become a habit to turn to a book at the first sign of boredom since there was no one else around. In reality, Harry needed something to focus on and right now this was the only distraction available.

The classroom filled quickly yet everyone remained silent. It was almost like an excited tension was radiating off of everyone. You could feel it. Eventually, the silence was filled with a clunk and then another followed by another as Professor Moody entered the room. Harry kept his eyes on his book, not wanting to look at that frightening magical eye.

“No books today,” Moody growled as he sat down behind his desk and waited for everyone to comply. He then checked the register, calling out everyone’s name. His head never moved but everyone could see his magical eye shifting to see each student that went with the name. “Very well. I went over Professor Lupin’s class notes which were the only class notes available from the last three years. Although Professor Lupin covered quite a bit of material you all are still extremely behind in curses.

            “That’s not Moony’s fault,” James protested.

            “He didn’t accuse me James. Actually he said I was the only one that left notes.”

            “Well, I expect having Voldemort on the back of ones head and having your memory erased got in the way of taking notes,” Sirius said chuckling.

            “Black! That’s not funny,” Lily said but you could see her lips twitching.

Since I only have a year to get you all up to speed we should get cracking.”

Ron and Hermione leaned forward, eager for the lesson to begin.

“The Ministry of Magic would prefer I only teach you counter-curses but Professor Dumbledore says otherwise,” Professor Moody continued. “The sooner you all know what is out there the sooner you can defend yourself. This includes the illegal Dark curses. Does anyone know the curses that are the most heavily punished in the wizarding world?”

Out of the corner of his eyes Harry could see both Ron and Hermione slowly raising their hand up in the air. That was something new. Ron rarely volunteered in class. Professor Moody chose Ron to answer first.

“My dad told me about the Imperius curse,” Ron said nervously.

”Yes, that one is difficult,” Moody said with a nod as he stood up, opened a desk drawer and pulled out a glass jar that had three rather large black spiders inside it.

            “He’s not going to perform them? They’re illegal!” Lily cried.

            “I am afraid he is,” Remus said biting his lips.

 

 The class watched as Professor Moody pulled one of the spiders out of the jar and kept it in the palm of his hand. He pointed his wand to it. “Imperio!”

Everyone watched as the spider started to move in ways that spiders weren’t supposed to move naturally. Out of nowhere Harry started to feel strange. It was almost like something was taking away his freewill. Harry quickly closed his eyes and shook his head. He could vaguely hear people laughing but Harry was too busy regaining his thoughts to notice.

            “What happened? That wasn’t supposed to happen. Moody performed the spell on the spider not Harry right?” James asked nervous. The others nodded but they were clearly confused.

“I suppose this is funny,” Professor Moody growled, “until it is done to you.” Silence filled the room again. “This curse makes the recipient a complete slave to whatever the caster may think of. It can be fought but it is extremely difficult. Not everyone has the strength to do it. The best chance you have is to avoid being hit with it to begin with. You must practice CONSTANT VIGILANCE!”

Everyone jumped at the sudden change in volume. Moody then demonstrated the Cruciatus curse that causes unimaginable pain. Once again Harry had to look away when Moody had cast the spell on a spider. As impossible as it may have seemed, Harry could have sworn he had actually felt pain but only for a moment.

            “Why?” James cried.

 When it came time for the Killing curse, Harry was barely able to hold in his dread. Why was this happening? What was happening?

            “Exactly, what?” James yelled.

Harry closed his eyes and gripped the sides of his chair as he listened to Professor Moody shout ‘Avada Kedavra’. Even with his eyes closed, Harry could see green. He could almost hear Voldemort’s high-pitched voice and his mother’s pleads for mercy. He could almost feel a sharp spark of pain on his forehead right where his scar was but it only lasted a second before it was gone.

            Lily stopped reading, her voice had started breaking at the start of the paragraph and now she was sobbing. James hugged her and rubbed her back. Remus caught the book and when Lily calmed down he started reading.

“There is no counter-curse or way to block it,” Professor Moody’s voice broke into Harry’s thoughts. “There is only one person to have ever survived who I believe you all know quite well.” There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the room. “Mr. Potter, are you all right?”

Harry nodded numbly but kept his eyes closed and his head bowed. Truthfully, he wasn’t all right. He was terrified out of his mind. Was that what his parents went through? Did they feel any pain? The Dementors from last year had allowed Harry to hear the voices of what happened but he didn’t remember pain. Was this curse an extremely painful way to die?

            “Actually, it’s supposed to be quick and painless,” Sirius said trying to bring some type of comfort to the distressed group.

            “Then why is Harry in pain?” Lily asked through sobs.

            “Dunno,” he answered.

Professor Moody walked around his desk and stood directly in front of Harry for a moment before returning his attention to the rest of the class. “Not everyone can cast such a powerful spell,” he growled, “but there are enough who can. I’m showing you this because you have to know. You have to be prepared. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!”

Once again the class jumped at the sudden change of volume.

“Using any of the Unforgivable Curses—the Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus and the Imperius—will earn you a life sentence in Azkaban,” Moody continued. “Now, everyone pull out your quills and copy this down…”

For the remainder of the lesson notes were taken about the Unforgivable Curses. It was a struggle for Harry to keep his mind on what Professor Moody was saying. Questions kept entering his head. Why had he felt pain? Why had he felt anything at all? It hadn’t been strong but it had been there, almost like a memory but you don’t actually feel your memories…right?

            “What’s going on?” James asked.

            “Harry, go see Dumbledore,” Lily ordered.

            Sirius was about to tell her he couldn’t hear but one look at her teary face shut him up.

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts once again by the sound of the bell ringing to signal the end of class. Wanting to leave more than anything, Harry quickly packed up to leave when he noticed Professor Moody standing in front of him again. Slowly, Harry looked up to see both of Moody’s eyes looking at him curiously. Harry’s stomach suddenly tightened. This wasn’t good.

“Mr. Potter, a word?” growled Professor Moody.

Biting back the urge to say no, Harry glanced over at Hermione who was looking at him nervously. “Go ahead,” Harry said softly. “Go talk to Neville. He’s hurting.” Harry had no idea why he just said that but he somehow he knew it was true. Neville was hurting just like he was.

            “How come?” Sirius asked.

            “No idea,” James answered. They looked at Remus.

            “I already said: I do not have all the answers in the world!”

When Ron and Hermione left, Harry returned his attention to Professor Moody who was still eyeing him curiously making Harry feel extremely self conscious. He couldn’t help but feel like he had done something wrong and was about to be punished for it. He hated this. He could stand up to Voldemort but not to any authoritative adult.

“Mr. Potter, I noticed your reaction to the Killing curse,” Professor Moody growled. “Am I correct to assume that you actually remember what happened that night?” There was no answer, only a nod as Harry looked away. “I see. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable but you need to know. You need to be prepared. There is a chance you will see that curse again—”

            “I surely hope not!” Lily cried and the boys nodded fervently.

“—I know,” Harry interrupted softly as he looked directly at Professor Moody. “Don’t worry, sir. You have nothing to apologize for. You’re right. We need to know what’s out there waiting for us.”

Professor Moody was still eyeing Harry like he didn’t completely believe him but let Harry go anyways. Leaving the room, Harry realized the last place he wanted to go was to the Great Hall for a crowded dinner. He needed to be alone. Knowing the exact place to ‘hide out’, Harry ventured to the Owlery and was immediately greeted by Hedwig. He didn’t know how much time he spent there just petting his owl but it was certainly calming. Hedwig was his first pet and first present he had been given.

Stroking her feathers, Harry looked into Hedwig’s eyes and smiled. Sometimes he could swear she knew just what to do to make him feel better. “Care to make a delivery?” he asked and received a hoot as an answer. “Let me quickly write it, okay?”

Hedwig hopped off of Harry’s arm, allowing Harry to pull out a piece of parchment, quill and ink. Sitting down on the floor, Harry pondered what he could possibly say for a moment before starting to write. He knew he needed to keep it upbeat or else he would be having two visitors overacting…well, one overacting and the other trying to calm him down.

Midnight and Moony,

            “Yes, he’s going to tell you,” Lily cried happily.

Thanks for the map. I had actually forgotten about it so don’t pick on Moony too much, Sirius. I was the one to give it to him in the first place, you know. Also, if Kreacher is so bad, why don’t you just give him clothes? I know I don’t know that much about house elves but it seems silly to keep someone there if they make your life miserable.

            “Yes! Please do!” Sirius exclaimed.

Just a thought.

The first week of school has been interesting. Everyone was shocked to find out and a lot of people want to enter regardless of their age. Does it make me weird if I don’t? I remember how everyone looked at me after we told Professor Dumbledore I knew. They didn’t expect me to act the way I did and neither did the two of you. Why? I just don’t understand why anyone would even try to enter in something like that when they are not ready for it.

            “For the glory, the money. It’s easy to forget what the cost is,” Remus said.

You were right about Professor Moody, Sirius. He is intimidating. I had class with him today and we covered the Unforgivable curses. Please don’t be mad but I think something happened. He cast the curses on spiders but it was like I actually felt the curse. It was strange. I don’t know if this was an ‘episode’ or not. Nothing happened really but you said you wanted to know when anything odd happened and I thought this was odd.

I hope both of you are having fun and I can’t wait to see you at Christmas. It’s really different without you two here. Don’t worry, Moony. I’m staying out of trouble and completing all of my schoolwork on time…even Divination. I hope the full moon goes well.

Miss you both.

Harry

            “He’s such a sweet kid. Worried about the full moon and all, but I still don’t get why Padfoot’s name comes first!” Remus whined. Sirius was about to reply but Lily cut him:

            “ENOUGH WITH THE NAMES!”

The letter wasn’t as upbeat as Harry had hoped but it was what he needed to say. Folding up the letter, Harry stood up and called Hedwig over. He carefully attached the letter to her leg and sent her off to see his guardians. He watched her fly until he couldn’t see her anymore. With nothing else to do, Harry packed up his supplies and retired to the Gryffindor Tower for a long night of Divination homework. He had every intention of completing it correctly but deep down Harry had a feeling that he would probably have to make a few things up.

            “Hey, I just though of something,” Lily said, “Midnight and Moony are M&M,” she chuckled. The boys just stared. Lily explained what “M&M’s”® were and James laughed.

            “Very appropriate. The chocoholic and the big kid.” Sirius and Remus tried glaring but nothing made the other two stop laughing.