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Chapter One: Surprise!
Well, there was one thing I was thinking as I stared in shock at the boy perched nervously in the seat in front of me.
He cleared his throat.
He said something else, but I couldn't hear a word of it. I was too busy glaring at the large red and gold badge pinned to the chest of his black robes.
I read those words once more, to make sure that it was real. Of course, knowing the Marauders, it probably wasn't.
Suddenly, I shot up and out of my seat, grabbed him by the collar of his robes, and practically dragged him, protesting, down the corridor.
Peter and I were lounging, playing a game of Exploding Snaps (in which he was losing horribly) when the door to our compartment crashed open with a bang.
We both looked up, startled, to see a furious Lily Evans gripping Prongs in a headlock.
"Sit," she growled at him.
He sat, looking terrified.
"Remus! Make Potter give you your badge back!" she thundered.
I quickly realized what she was thinking: that James had stolen my Head Boy badge in order to trick her.
I sighed, feeling unfortunate that I was the one who had to break the news to her. She was going to believe me, and only me.
"Lily," I started slowly. "Lily, James is Head Boy. He got the letter. He's Head Boy, not me." I finished, feeling proud that I hadn't been ripped to shreds at this point.
Lily gaped, open-mouthed, at me. I could see all the way to her uvula, that pink thing at the back of your throat.
"What?" she whispered, feeling for the bench before she sat down with a thud next to Peter.
"You… you mean to say that Potter-" she spat the word out like it was toxic, "is Head Boy? That… that I have to live with him for the rest of the year?" she asked incredulously, a hint of uncertainty melting into her voice.
"Well, there must be some mistake. Dumbledore must know that we loathe each other!" She shot a scowl at Prongs, who was slumping dejectedly in a corner.
"I will go talk to him once we get to Hogwarts." She stood up, resuming that professional aura she usually held. "We will be arriving within the hour. Boys, put your robes on," she ordered, turning on her heel and marching out of the compartment.
It was silent for a few moments until Peter spoke up.
"Well, that sure went well."
We all chuckled darkly, Wormtail and I more than James.
Here we come, Hogwarts.
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