After McGonagall settled down enough, we were starting to leave the office when I realized I still looked like me.
“Professor since you altered Lily’s appearance shouldn’t you alter mine?”
“Oh your right James, I guessed it slipped my mind, now what would you like to look like?”
I pondered this while staring at each person in turn until I got to Lily and realized that she looked exactly like Aunt Hermione. Seeing her new appearance, I decided on mine.
“Give me red hair and freckles, but you can leave the eyes.”
Dumbledore said a spell I didn’t know and waved his wand over my face. Lily spotted my reason for choosing this look right away.
“James do you realize you look like Uncle Ron now?”
“Precisely why I choose this look. You look like Aunt Hermione and now I look like Uncle Ron.”
“Wow, if we put James between us we would be the golden trio.”
“The golden trio,” Sirius asked.
“Oh, it’s what my Dad and his two best friends were called at Hogwarts,” I responded.
“Why were they called that,” Remus now asked.
“Because they were always saving the day.”
“All right enough chit-chat, we need to get a move on. Classes are about to end and students will be returning to their dormitories.”
“Right you are Minerva, this way children.”
Dumbledore gestured down the stairs so we all followed him one by one down the spiraling stair case. We looked a bit like baby ducks following their mama. I laughed out loud and received weird looks from the maraurders. I explained to them why I was laughing, which made them laugh, so the entire time Dumbledore was leading us to our “living arrangements” we were laughing like crazy, which annoyed my sister and McGonagall; which in turn made me laugh harder due to their disapproving expressions. At last we reached the end of our journey and I realized that we were in front of the Fat Lady.
“Professor are we staying with Gryffindor?”
“Yes Miss Potter, you are. James will be staying in the seventh-year dormitories, and Lily, you will be staying in the fourth-year dormitories. I have all ready ordered you both clothes and school supplies that should last you your time here. Also we will need to change your names so as not to arose suspicion. Any Suggestions?”
“Ooooo, Lily! We could be Hermione and Ron since we look so much like them now, and our last name could be, uh, Thomas! You know, like Dad’s friend.”
“Okay that’s good with me. Anything else Professor?”
“Yes, I expect all of you to be down for dinner so I may introduce, Hermione and Ron, properly.”
We all nodded our heads at that and proceeded into the portrait hole leaving McGonagall and Dumbledore in the hall. Looking around I realized the common room looked exactly the same, except for the fact that it looked a little newer.
“So, what do want do while we wait for dinner,” Sirius asked.
“Hold up I have some more questions about them and stuff,” James said.
We all took seats around the fireplace. I noticed they knew exactly where to sit; it looked like they didn’t even need to think.
“Okay what do you want to know?”
“Well for starters what does my son do for a job?”
“Well Dad’s an Auror, but he told us that after he finished his seventh-year he was asked to play for Puddlemere United as seeker, but since my mom was already signed as chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, he declined, and took up training at the ministry.”
“Your father must have been an excellent quidditch player.”
“He was one of Hogwarts’ best seekers. He joined the team in his first-year.”
“First-year! How’d he manage that,” Sirius yelled in excitement.
“Special permission from McGonagall herself. She saw him riding on his first ever time on a broomstick during flying lessons here.”
James looked confused at what I said and was about to say something when Sirius cut him off.
“Wait, are you saying your father never rode a broom before he was eleven,” I nodded in response, so he continued, “But if James was his father, wouldn’t he have taught him?”
“No, my dad was raised by his Aunt and Uncle who were both muggles and hated anything to do with magic.”
I realized I said something I wasn’t supposed to cause Lily slapped me upside the head.
“James be quiet,” she hissed.
“Why was he raised by his Aunt and Uncle,” Remus asked.
I didn’t know how to answer, I can’t exactly tell them the truth. I looked over to Lily for help but I could sense that she knew no other way out of this and signaled for me to continue.
“Because James and Lily were dead.”
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