[ I'm looking forward to start this as well. I will try to get the first post up tommorow ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Like a fuming red snake the Hogwarts Express slid through the landscape. Through green meadows and bushes at first, then high hills and even later, when the sun almost set and the students were to change themselves in their robes, through rough mountains.

The weather was as miserable as it had been the entire summer: the sky was grey but occasionally colored purple by the lightning and the rain was pouring down as if it would never stop raining. When the Hogwarts Express arrived the the small platform close to the grounds of Hogwarts the fog and pouring rain reduced the visibility to near zero and Hagrid's calls, for all first years to gather, drowned in the roar of thunder.

Although it was not yet noticeable in this monstrous weather but a considerable smaller amount of students seemed to have boarded the train than the previous years.This was not strange as one considered in what state the wizarding world was in. Deatheaters roamed the streets in disguise, torturing wizards and killing muggles. Many people just disappeared and were never heard of while other families joined the Dark Lord who was gaining power. There were rumours that the Dementors now paid allegiance to Him Who Must Not Be Named and it was whispered that a Giant was signalled in the west.

However many parents were still willing to let their childeren attend Hogwarts for the one and only reason because they thought it was the safest place. Albus Dumbledore seemed to be the only wizard that the Dark Lord feared.

So groups of students approached the horseless carriages which were to bring them to the castle. Among them was a group of boys around the age of 17. They chatted happily and seemingly unworried during their short ride.

A boy with long black hair was first to exit the coach. He was quite tall, had grey eyes and a self-confident, which could easily be mistaken for arrogant, face. He looked up at the castle with joy as Hogwarts was the place which he considered as his true home. A smile crept up his face as he thought of all the adventures they experienced here and the ones that were perhaps to come.

Sirius looked at his best friend, James Potter, and said: "Well, it's good to be back. Although I must say that it wasn't too bad at your parents place." He grinned. "Your mom is a splendid cook"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[Quick question- do they know about Remus' wolfishness yet?]

A pale-skinned boy followed closely behind them, his mouse-like hair shaggier than ever. The past summer had not been kind to him, but he had learned to take things one at a time. After all, there were certain things in life that one could not prevent.

Out of the four friends, Remus was certainly the most logical and relaxed one. Yet, his ill fate caused his once young, handsome-like features [though he was never nearly has handsome as Sirius, nor as boyishly quirky as James] to grow more haggard and thin. But all the same, he listened as the two troublemakers spoke, his eyes wandering around the enchanted Hogwarts grounds until it lingered upon a moonless, star-littered sky.

Behind them, the fourth boy, last and perhaps in some cases, the least, struggled to keep up with his three friends. His face was ruddy and his beady black eyes widened in effort to quicken his pace. As he puffed after them, he couldn't help but wonder what was for dinner that night, and if they would have his favourite dishes like they had last year.

Peter let out a sharp breath when he nearly bumped into a Slytherin nearby. Wheezing and bowing his head, he muttered a quick, nervous apology and caught up with Remus, where he ducked his head and stayed close at James' and Sirius' heels. He wiped the little beads of sweat from his brow anxiously.

[ Yes, they already discovered that Remus is a werewolf as they secretly became Animagi in their fifth year. They will start their seventh year at Hogwarts at the present

Awesome post by the way ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[Cool. Just wondering. And ty, btw! ^_^ Yours is so creative. Will there be a James? o.o]

[ Yes I received a message from Pan somewhat earlier this day that she will have her post up soon And thanks Juliette Is your name by the way derived from Juliete from LOST? Me ish fan! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[Lol! No. xD Juliette is my french name.]

[Btw, call me Jules or Julie. xD It's easier to type and say.]

[ Okay Jules! Awesome! I love the name.. it has a nice ring to it
Oh another thing.. instead of double posting, you might want to use the edit button in the upper right corner. Just an advice ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[Forgot about that. xD Sorry!]

[I totally apologize for the whole sticking characters where they don't belong. I know that Lucius and Rolphy are actually older than Sev, but... Im such a cheater ]

Severus emerged from the train followed by Lucius and Rodolphus. The two behind him were busy keeping a first year's wand just out of jumping height. The chubby boy was starting to sniffle and wipe his nose on his sleeve between jumps. Rodolphus laughed and threw the wand to Lucius.

"Lets hope this whiney loser doesn't end up in Slytherin... Otherwise we'll have to put up with all that sniffing. And then we'll have to appoint his little majesty a nose wiper."

Lucius grinned cruelly, "What say you Sev? Should we find another tiny twerp to wipe this idiot's nose?"

Flicking his hair behind him, Severus lifted an eyebrow. Why? Why him? There were better morse subtle ways of being nasty. Rodolphus obviously hadn't discovered them yet. Lucius had, but under the influence of Lestange he chose the easy way.

"Haha. Can't you two leave anyone younger than you alone for ten seconds? I know that you both suffer from insecurity but really. Most immature."

Rodolphus glared at him and snorted. "At least we're not the ones who showed the entire school our un..."The punch that caught him in the jaw knocked him down.

Lucius stood staring at the two of them, the wand forgotten. The sandy haired boy to whom it belonged dashed forward triumphantly and ran away down the platform as fast as he could. Malfoy only glanced at him before peering at Snape. "Didn't see that coming."

Severus glared at the two of them, breathing heavily.
"The carriages will be all full. We better go."
He strode off in the direction of the crowd, leaving Lucius to help Rodolphus up.

"I can't believe..."

"Me either." Rodolphus rubbed his jaw. "But I supposed Snape was going to have to stand up for himself sooner or later."

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And all will turn to silver glass...



By Goldstrike

James sat near the window on the Hogwarts Express. His forehead pressed against the window as he watched the quickly blurring images of the London landscape fly by before the scenery become almost indescribable and he was no longer aware of exactly where they were. But that was no matter, he knew where they were going and was most excited about attending his final year of Hogwarts with his friends.

The summer had been grand indeed, especially since his best friend Sirius Black got to join him, but it was still nice to be back at school where he could be with his other good friends Remus and Peter.

There was also another reason the boyish James Potter was excited to return to school and that was because of one particular redhead with the most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen.

Hazel eyes glistened behind circular glasses as he thought about Lily Evans. A girl who had thus far thwarted his every move, but not this year, this year he would get the girl.

Taking his mind away from Lily he shifted in the cabin of the train and turned towards his fellow seventh year Gryffindor's. All of whom had changed into their school robes, the only difference in his was the small badge of Head Boy on his robe.

Remus sat across from him looking as ragged as ever, a bit gaunt due to the days after the full moon he was sure, but still he looked relaxed. Peter sat next to him, a bit nervous. Beady dark eyes dashing towards the door whenever someone walked past. James couldn't help but smirk at the almost pathetic look in those eyes, then there was Sirius. He nudged the man's shoulders just for the hell of it before grinning and returning his gaze towards the window to see the colors becoming more solid.

They were arriving at Hogwarts.

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James was the first to hop up as the train stopped, that infamous mischievous look in his eyes returned as he grabbed his broom that never left his side and brought it close to him.

One hand ran through his perpetually untidy hair, only furthering it's untidiness as he walked off of the train and headed towards the horseless carriages with his three friends.

"I can't believe it is our last year here. We'll have to make it good don't you think." He threw his free arm around Sirius's shoulders. That was when his eyes caught a flash of black and blond. "Watch this..." He smirked before sliding his fingers into his robe and pulling out his eleven inch mahogany wand and with a swift flick of his wrist and a silent mumur he had casted his spell.

"Look at that, now everyone will know Snivellus's name." If Snape or Lucius or that Lestrange boy were to look at the back of Snape's robes, they would see Snivellus stitched in red and gold across it.

[[sorry about the wait]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[Im dying to post again! -itchitch-]

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And all will turn to silver glass...



By Goldstrike

Minerva McGonagall was an unshakable force. Nothing, not even the current attack on the wizarding world, could shake the determined Scottish woman's resolve. Which, unfortunately for one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was a a raise. Now that she had been promoted to Deputy Headmaster (that did have a ring didn't it?) she decided he might as well give her one. And what better day to start it than move in day.

She walked down the grand hallways of Hogwarts, it s arching walls and tall windows let light stream into the what might have otherwise been dim halls. Her dark robes - she always had a pair that resembled her teaching robes on as Minerva felt any robes that might suggest she was a woman would have students start giving her lip, and she couldn't have that - swished as she walked. Maybe she would procure some more fitting robes after she had a few more years under her belt, like ten more.

The dark haired woman with the tight bun and severe air arrived at the gargoyle that masked the entrance to the Headmaster's office and suddenly realized her mistake. She had no idea what the password was for this year, and Professor Dumbledore had yet to tell her it as he changed it every first of the year. He also changed it various times through out the year, but this one was always set.

"Butterscotch truffles," she said confidently, although she didn't feel confident, which was a good thing because the doors made no move to open and it looked like the gargoyle might start laughing at her soon.

Minerva let out a long sigh and tried to keep her temper under wraps. After all, what good would chewing out a gargoyle do? A good bit more than standing here uselessly, her mind taunted, but she shut it up with a wave of her hand. She could wait. Maybe.

Oh, Albus needed to hurry.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"The password is Fizzing Whizbees."

Immediately the ugly gargoyle sprang to life and revealed a spiralling stairs which led to the chamber of the Headmaster.

With striding, but confident steps an old but quite tall wizard approached the Deputy Headmaster. He was a remarkable man to behold: his hair was long and grey, almost silvergrey, with a beard that almost reached his knees. His bright blue eyes twinkled with a kind of misschief and on his crooked nose his half-moon spectacles perched. Although betraying some hints of tiredness he wore a serene and friendly smile. Underneath his black travel cloak he wore a beatiful crimson robe with golden patterns embroided on it. He was Albus Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry Minerva" Dumbledore said with an apologetic look. "I should have told you the password." He slowly ascended the stairway and entered his office. His silver instruments were puffing smoke like ever, most portraits of former Headmasters were snorring and Fawkes produced a single, but beautiful, note to greet his master.

Dumbledore took his black cloak off and turned to McGonagall. "It's been a long day.. The Minister needed my help. He had alot of trouble with the Muggle minister." His piercing eyes looked up. "But how may I help you Minerva?"

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Sirius glared at the Slytherin trio, obviously disgusted. Ever since he came to Hogwarts he had hated and ignored everyone related to the House of Black. In the past he'd felt ashamed for his brother and his cousins but not anymore. They were no family of him.

"That's a good one Prongs" Sirius grinned. "I can't wait to see the look on his hook-nosed face as he enters the Great Hall!" With a satisfied look on his face he ascended the stairs to the Entrance Hall with casual elegance.

The castle was comfortably warm and light compared to weather outside. Sirius discovered that he actually was quite hungry after the long trip but the students had to wait a little longer as the doors to the Great Hall were still closed.

He turned to Remus, who looked quite shaggy as it probably had been full moon some time ago and usually served as their conscious. "How was your summer Moony?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.