Living in an orphanage seemed to be all that I knew. The building fuming with the stench of sweat, it was very dark, kids had to replace light bulbs twice a week. Luckily for me, I have access to a window. I normally keep myself locked up in my room drawing pictures of dragons, taping them to the walls, and reading books on random subjects I like. But I really am not sixteen at all, I haven't always been here in this dump even. Truth is, I'm older than any one on Earth.

Over twenty years ago I was at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, hanging out with James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and, unfortunately, Peter Petigrew. We called ourselves the Marauders. Together we ruled the school. Pranking people when ever possible. Especially Snivilus Greasy, A.K.A. Severus Snape.

"...Murtaugh is right in here," the old orphanage lady, Miss. Lightmen said.

"Thank you," said a voice I had not heard in a long time, the voice belonged to Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Coming to see if a certain person would like to enroll to be a student at Hogwarts once again, but I would fully understand if they don't want to go through school again."

"Why would I not want to?"

"I have a felling that is a yes."


"Well, why would you not go?"

"You do know what this means right?"

"Yes. Will you do it for me? For the world?"

After some moments of thinking I submitted my answer. "Fine. I will do it."

"Good, lets go get your supplies."

"One small problem."


"I don't have any money."

"Alas, that is a problem, however it is easily mended."

"How is that professor?"

"My bank is not anywhere close to empty my boy."

"Are you saying I can barrow some money?"

"Of course you can, as long as you get better grades than last time. I will secure you with all necessary supplies and a broom if you make it onto the Quiddich team."

"This time there won't be the Marauders."

"Correct, but there is the Golden Trio. It includes your friends of late James and Lilly's son Harry Potter who is so well known as the 'Chosen One' or the 'Boy Who Lived'. As you know he is the spittin' image of James but-"

"Has Lilly's eyes." I interjected.

"Correct again Mr. Thorn. The other two are a young muggle genius named Hermione Granger. She is at the top of her class but, is somehow friends with Ronald Weasley, who is at the bottom of their class. Hermione has bushy brown hair and a kind of mouse like face, not at all like Pettigrew's so don't worry about that. Ron is obviously a Weasley. He has orange hair, pale skin, and freckles. He can have a trolls brain at times, but all in all he's a nice guy and has a good heart."

"Headmaster?" I inquired.

"Yes? Dumbledore simply replied, but I could see a twinkle in his old blue eyes behind his old half moon spectacles.

"What house are they in?"

"Ahh, I was wondering when that would come up. Why they are in your old house of Gryffindor." I felt relived and for some odd reason filled with joy.

"Sir, what house will I be in."

"What house do you want to be in?"


"Welcome to Gryffindor again! I shall tell the sorting hat your decision."

"Um, Professor?"

"What is it?"

"Don't you think its time we start going?"

"Yes. I shall tell Miss. Lightmen you're going with me."

Thank you Emma for helping me get started!