Warning! This is part three of three, meaning if you haven't read part one or part two (which is a lemon), then this probably won't make any sense!
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My life had been hectic since Remus and I got back together. He had taught me a lot about the wizarding world as well as his transformations, each bit of new information shocking me. Not only that but with a little encouragement from me he applied for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, a subject which meant nothing to me but his old headmaster seemingly keen for him to have the role. Remus said he'd only take the role if I was able to go with him. To our surprise his headmaster happily accepted, so the two of us were on our way to live at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I was being thrown in the deep end, utterly shocked by everything I saw. I had to pinch myself multiple times to make sure I wasn't dreaming, as despite actually being there and seeing everything I still almost didn't believe it. When we arrived the teachers were very welcoming, all bar one who was called Severus Snape. Remus informed me that they went to school together, and Remus' friends had quite the rivalry with him which resulted in him not liking Remus and by extension, me. Thankfully both the head and the deputy head was incredibly welcoming, and understood my situation. They happily answered many questions I had, but there was almost too many despite Remus having taught me a lot about their world.
Nervously I followed Remus and the other teachers into a large hall, Professor McGonagall carrying what looked like and old hat and a stool. I was soon distracted by the stunning decor of the hall, it having four long tables running down it and at the fair end there was another table looking over the hall. I looked around eagerly, trying to soak it all in when something about me caught my attention.
My mouth dropped as instead of a ceiling there was what looked like the night sky, stars twinkling down upon us. "It's just bewitched to look like that. There is a ceiling," Remus chuckled upon seeing my reaction. It was then that I spotted something else.
"Look Remus! Floating candles!" I said excitedly, my eyes wide and Remus chuckled again.
"They come out for each feast we have," Remus said and I curled in on myself out of embarrassment.
"Don't worry dear, you'll come across a lot of things you're not used to. Don't be afraid to ask about anything," McGonagall smiled at me and I nodded. She was definitely the kindest out of the professors. We all took our seats at the table, me etching my chair closer to Remus' for comfort. I was nervous, unsure on what was about to happen.
A few moments later the doors opened and in walked an incredibly large man, leading hundreds of students. I was immediately intimidated, knowing that I was the only one out of all of them who didn't know any magic. Remus took my hand comfortingly as the students sat down at the tables, another set of students of smaller students being led by the large man down the centre of the hall. Silence fell over the hall as Dumbledore stood up, it being obvious but his that he was incredibly respected.
"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. And welcome to our first years! As always, we will begin with the sorting ceremony," he said and McGonagall stepped forward, holding the hat she had been carrying earlier, watching in confusion. Out the corner of my eye I spotted Remus glancing towards me with a smirk on his face so I imagined something truly unusual was about to happen, however I couldn't stop the yelp escaping my mouth the McGonagall placed the hat on a students head and it began to talk.
I quickly covered my mouth as Remus chuckled beside me. "How can a hat talk?" I hissed.
"It's the sorting ceremony. Professor McGonagall places the hat on the new students head and..."
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Marauders X Reader Oneshots
FanfictionA Marauders oneshot collection written by yours truly, focussing on the three most troublesome of Marauders - James, Sirius and Remus. Regulus might also make an appearance... This book will contain fluffs, lemons, limes and angsts, but as an author...
