The Boy Who Lived

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Lily and the boys stepped out of the train and started walking towards the carriages. Remus discovered in his third year from a book he found that the carriages didn't pull themselves, it was thestrals, a magical creature that only a person who's seen death can see.

Just they sat in their carriage, two people peered into their carriage. It was a young boy, probably around the same age as them. The boy had brown hair, a round has, and a plant in his hand. The boy spoke up in a soft and kind voice, "Do you mind if I sit here, all the other carriages are full." The group returned a smile to the boy before welcoming him in.

"I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom. I don't think I've seen you around before. "

"I'm Loretta Emberly. Me and my friends are transfers, so that's probably why you've never seen us here before." Lily explained to the boy with a smile. She elbowed James to signal him to introduce himself.

"Ouch love, you wound me." James said dramatically with a pout. His face changed into a smirk as he changed into a smirk as he turned to his fellow friend's son. It was clear he was Frank and Alice's son. "Jayden Patterson"

The rest of the boys introduced themselves.

"Pierre Phelps"

"Sierre Barnaby"

"Ramon Lee"

Neville smiled at the boys, "It's nice to meet you all. I hope to see you lot in Gryfindor. Maybe I can even introduce you to the golden trio."

The quintet peered their heads up in curiosity.

Sirius questioned further more to what the boy was saying, "Golden Trio?"

"Yeah, so there's a really popular trio in our school know as the golden trio. There's Hermione Granger, she's a very kind and extremely smart muggle-born. There's Ron Weasley, always the best guy to have a good laugh with and did I mention his love for food? And of course, there's Harry Potter-"

James chocked on his own spit. Remus pat the boy's back trying to help him recover from the state of shock he just experienced.

Neville rubbed the back of his head and laughed softly. "Yeah, people tend to have that kind of reaction when hearing Harry's name, you know, with him being the Boy Who Lived and all of that stuff."

The group decided not to mention that topic for the rest of the very short ride, although the subject still lingered in the back of their minds.

James has a son?

I have a son?

Who's the mother? WHAT IF IT'S ME?!?

I wonder if I got to be James's son's godfather.

What did Neville mean when he called Harry the "Boy Who Lived"?

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The group waited patiently outside of the doors of the great hall, after the first years were sorted to their houses, them Dumbledore would call them to be sorted as well. They had come to a mutual agreement that they would request the sorting hat to put them all in Gryffindor, to be in close proximity of each other. Although some of them will make sure to stall the hat, so it doesn't seem too suspicious.

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