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Rebel Rebel, you've torn you're dress
Rebel Rebel, you're face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
The teachers of Hogwarts are sitting in the grand hall going over their new lesson plans.
Professor Flitwick suddenely straightens up. He whispers, "No. No. It can't be."
"What is it Filius?" Proffesor McGonagall raises an eyebrow. Then she stiffens in her red velvet chair once she feels it as well. The other teachers around the great hall can feel it too. Chaos. Mischief. Maniacal laughter.
The silvery Ghosts in the castle shiver, even though they're usually the ones causing people to shiver.
Up in his office, Headmaster Dumbledore simply smiles as he hears the whole castle shudder. Even the building itself seems to try to prepare itself for what was going to come.
Hogwarts' ornatley decorated doors open with a bang as James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin run into Hogwarts. The rest of the excited students rush after them into Hogwarts, shouting random lyrics of the latest David Bowie song. All of them glad to be back to the place many of them either call home or a place that really needs to have more safety protocols.
"I can't belive this is our third year already", Sirius grins. His shoulder length black hair matches his black eyeliner that his friend Marlene helped him with on the train.
James Potter high fives Sirius as he pushes his round black glasses up his nose once more and makes a scene of showing how big his muscles were this year.
Peter rolls his eyes under his blonde hair but smiles as he nudges a tall boy, Remus, and points at a specific slimy haired git.
Remus, too busy staring at Sirius, missed what Peter was pointing at and brushed his sandy brown hair behind his ear as he tried to hide the new scar from his friends.
Proffesor McGonagall gazed at them over the top of her thin glasses and sighed. This was going to be a long year.