Hello! This is something new I am starting that I hope you enjoy. I have taken a few liberties and made some changes, such as the age gap between Teddy Lupin and James Sirius, and the relationship between Teddy and Harry.

Only one thing could get Teddy Lupin-Potter: Prefect, Head Boy, and Hufflepuff leader and all around nice person riled up, and that was his brother James. Today's annoyance was at the fact that James had taken his textbook for DADA and all of his class notes, and had put them who knows where. Students snickered and jumped out of the way as Teddy chased James through the hallways at Hogwarts, hollering after him.

"Come back here you bloody idiot," Teddy called, almost out of breath. "I need that, you know!" The dark ginger haired boy laughed before turning a corner and charging into a dusty and unused classroom, Teddy on his heels.

"Calm down," spoke James, quickly losing all of his earlier humor and excitement. "I really need to talk to you and show you something, and this was the easiest way to get you in here." Teddy nodded, srill a little angry but willing to hear James out. James shut the door behind them, and they stood in silence for a few seconds in the dark and musty classroom.

"You know I've been exploring the castle for a while now, right?"At Teddy's nod, he continued. "I just came across this classroom, seemingly still intact since before the end of the second war - see, you can see here where a curse flew in and hit a cabinet, and it hasn't been repaired." For the first time since arriving Teddy glanced around the room and saw a cabinet with a giant hole in the door, the remains of old posters hanging on the wall and scattered belongings still resting on the desk at the front of the classroom. It looked like the last teacher hadn't even come back to pick up their stuff before leaving. James drew his attention back quickly, leaving no time for Teddy to comprehend what that might have meant.

"The thing is, this classroom is… weird. If you get close you can read the posters and they say simply awful things, like that muggleborns should be murdered and that the Dark Arts are to be practiced on everyone who is disobedient. And, I think, there might be bloodstains on the ground." James started speaking faster, listing all that was wrong about the classroom, while Teddy took a closer look of the old classroom. He wiped the gathered dust off of the nameplate on the desk and gasped

"Quiet" he said sharply to James,who was still rambling. "Look at this. This is Amycus Carrow's desk." Teddy turned to look at James, his face hard. "Do you know what this means?"

"Wasn't that the name of some death eater?"

"Yes," Teddy responded seriously. "The death eater who taught at Hogwarts before the end of the war. The one who taught the dark arts and tortured kids. We need to leave here now, and talk to Headmistress McGonagall or something. Who knows what dangerous things could be in this room. How did you get in it anyways?"

James blushed and mumbled something about the Marauder's map, causing Teddy to sigh. "You know that even though Hogwarts was cleaned and repaired that there were still some areas that they had to leave, ones that were either in too bad repair or had too many curses to remove. Even Dad said to stay out of doors that cannot be opened with alohomora, and you know he quietly supports your exploring"

James nodded and went to leave, and bumped into Teddy in his hurry to depart from the creepy classroom. Not expecting it, Teddy banged into the cursed cabinet at the side of the classroom, knocking over one of the boxes inside.

"You okay?" James asked. "Fine," Teddy replied. "Just got some stuff on my shirt. James went to brush it off, picking up some pieces of sand from Teddy's shoulder. "I wonder what this is." Teddy took one glance at the sand and his face paled. He looked into the box he had knocked over and saw a broken hourglass on a fancy chain sitting inside. "Oh no," he muttered before he and James, still connected, felt the space around them begin to spin. His last coherent thought was that he never actually got his notes back.

Harry sighed as he sat through another of Professor Moody's lectures on the unforgivables. As shocking as it was to first learn about the subject, this was now the fourth lecture on the topic, and it was still only September. He looked next to him at Ron, who had started to doodle, obviously not focused. For a teacher who was reputed to be mad, Moody seemed a little boring at times. Refocusing his attention to the teacher, he wondered how much longer he would have to listen to him.

Not long apparently. For suddenly the room began to spin and out of the dizziness appeared two boys, not two feet from where Harry sat. One looked to be unconscious and was held up by the second, older looking boy. The spinning stopped and the awake boy glanced around the classroom, obviously confused and shaken. Moody paused his lecture and for once looked shocked himself. He scowled.

"Where did you two come from," he spoke angrily, stalking across the classroom, the students not sure who to be more frightened of. The older boy was slowly going white as he gripped the smaller boy. "I'm not quite sure I can explain that to you," said the stranger carefully. "May I talk to whoever is headmaster here?" He began to wobble, and shortly after completing his statement fell over himself in a faint. Pandemonium broke out among the students, all speculating over what had occurred. Hermione was heard perplexing over their unusual entry and Dean predicting what kind monsters these "kids" really were. Harry himself just put his head in his hand and deeply regretted wishing for a more exciting class.

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