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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Seriously now, how rude could shrunken heads possibly get? It wasn't like they had much room to talk about something bad happening to anyone. Look at them! They were shrunken head's for Merlin's sake! Whether or not they were just bewitched to talk or if they had once been unfortunate humans, Harry was not sure. Nor did he rightly even want to find out! But still, it was rather insulting for them to comment on his hair of all things. Had they ever even looked into a mirror since coming to be heads? And he had asked them that, and had then proceeded to make a reference to their own hairs before summoning a rather decent amount of the green, slimy mud from outside. Of course, his little stunt probably got him banned from the cheery pub until the next 'permitted' trip to Hogsmeade, but there were ways of getting on Rosemerta's good side. His Dad and Uncle Sirius were good at that. He'd have to ask for pointers.

Now however, he found himself in Hogsmeade: With nothing to do. Troublesome indeed. He frowned, running a hand through his black, messy hair. Well, he could always return to the Castle early and do nothing there. Or he could wander around the village, spend all his money on sweets and what not, and explore the village a bit more thoroughly. Yeah, that was sounding better than sitting in with his wand stuck up his arse, twiddling his thumbs. But even as he set out walking aimlessly, he was immediately struck down with another problem. He had already been to all the stores (or at least the stores and shops worth visiting). The only thing he had yet to go see was the Shrieking Shack. And to be honest, he wasn't sure how much fun a supposedly haunt old shack would provide him with any amusement. Of course, he knew the true story behind the shack. It wasn't really haunted. It had just been his best friend's father (who was incidentally his father's best friend) biting himself as a werewolf.

No, that didn't sound like fun at all. He came to a sudden halt, looking around himself to make sure no one was watching. Well, he had nothing better to do. He might as well have some fun. Double checking to make sure he wasn't being followed or that no one was watching him, he slipped off towards the houses, ducking between two of them. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the Invisibility cloak he had taken from his Dad. He was pretty sure James knew he had it; However his father had yet to question him about it, so he assumed it was okay he had it. Of course, his mother would say otherwise... but then again; She always did point out that he was more his father's son than his mother's. Throwing the cloak over him, Harry had to stifle a bout of laughter. Everyone was already on edge about the Dark Lord's rising power. He could only imagine what they would do when hand fulls of mud came flying out of no where attacking them.

Finding a nice hidden area with tons of the same green, smelly slimy mud he had thrown on the shrunken heads at the Three Broom Sticks, he grabbed a handful and lopped it towards the bustling main street of the wizarding village. As his arsenal hit a target, he had to bite his tongue to stop from laughing out loud at the small yell of protest that was given. Juvenile? Yes. Fun? Absolutely!

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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

It was a rather dismal day. The clouds were dark and grey which signalled with them the coming of yet another rain. If there was one thing Luke hated about living in the locale he did, it was the rain they got. It really was quite noxious. He didn't understand how it could rain so much without flooding the whole country. Clearly, the ground was greedy for water. He didn't understand how that could be given the amount of rain they received in a day let alone a year, but he didn't want to bother trying to figure it out. He wasn't the most scientific of people, and he wasn't about to start now. Potions was enough to give him a migraine. He sighed, massaging his temples. He worried about his classes, in all honesty. He knew that he was intelligent and he would do well if he studied diligently, but Potions was the one that made him feel sick to his stomach. Everyone knew that Severus Snape wouldn't accept anyone with anything less than an 'O' on their O.W.L.'s. Luke had no idea how he was going to manage that - but he had to. Most jobs required Potions as one of the background subjects. It was such a pity that a class that important had to be taught by such a grumpy old curmudgeon.

Seriously that man needed to retire or get a love life, one of the two. The latter wasn't really likely to happen any time soon, so perhaps he ought to do the former.

Luke Lupin generally was a mild-tempered fellow. It took a lot to truly make him angry, though, he couldn't deny when he was hit in the back with smelly green mud sludge, well, it did irritate him a little bit. He looked around for the culprit and saw no one. His lips curled into a mischevious grin. The Hufflepuff knew immediately whom it was. "Very mature, Harry." Harry was hiding somewhere in his invisibility cloak. All Luke had to do was find him, which shouldn't be hard given all the mud - there was bound to be footprints somewhere that were about Harry's size. He glanced at the ground, listening hard for the sounds of breathing or stifled laughter. He knew that Harry would probably find the situation rather hilarious. He had to admit, that it was rather silly. Still, it wasn't as if he liked his hair smelling like butt or even worse. That mud smelled horrible - as if ten thousand bodies had decayed in it in ten seconds time. Grimacing at that thought, Luke sighed. "Come on, Harry. I know you're there, somewhere. I'll find you."

Luke finally found Harry, he was certain.

The Lupin boy leaned down, reaching for the gossamer strands of the invisibility cloak that shimmered like silver once visible. Luke saw silver appear out of seemingly nowhere, and knew he had been right about Harry's locale. Grinning, the Hufflepuff pulled the cloak off of Harry. "What in Merlin's name was that for? You know, there are less disgusting ways of getting someone's attention." It was true. One could shout, bump into someone invisible and run off before they could catch them, or simply bang things around. He didn't know what was going through Harry's mind. "Plus your hands are going to smell like butt now, mate. I doubt you're going to wash that stink off them for about a century," he joked. He shook his head. "I'm just glad Isaac's not with you. Then the result would be like ten times worse." He laughed. "You know, I might not have minded that if I were a grindylow."

Luke often didn't do transformations (especially not on command) as he didn't really want to have to explain to people how he had altered his appearance or have to come up with a reason why he should have, but every once in a while he did so willingly and of his own accord. He closed his eyes and felt himself transforming. He made his ears like a grindylows, his skin took on a greenish grey hue, and he even turned his hair and eyes green. He grinned (something he wasn't sure a grindylow could do or not) and then pretended to be one as he gnashed his teeth together, flailing his arms. He snorted in laughter, before changing his appearance back. He didn't want anyone to see him goofing off, lest of all his mother. He didn't think his mother would mind him changing his appearance, but she would probably be weirded out if her son looked like a grindylow when she happened past. She wouldn't know what to think, and he wouldn't want to explain.

Not to mention, his dad probably wouldn't know what to think, either.

His dad worried enough, he didn't want to give his father another reason to worry. Sighing heavily, he ran his hand through his hair. "Just so we're clear, where did you get the idea of throwing mud at people's heads, anyway?" He must have been bored. Otherwise, the Hufflepuff couldn't really fathom why one would sit there and throw mud at people's heads. He would be sorely tempted to fling mud at Snape's head if he walked by, but he sincerely doubted the Professor came to supervise the trip. Thank Merlin. He could go rot of boredom in Hogwarts for all the students cared. He was snarky, rude, and all around annoying. Especially if one were friend's with Harry and Isaac. Those two seemed to be double trouble. Thankfully for all of Hogwarts, Luke never let them blow up the school or anything. Though, they probably came close a few times. He shook his head. Harry and Isaac could be rather out of control.

But he knew that he wouldn't like them any other way.

Luke groaned, when his feet lost their footing. He was rather clumsy, sometimes, like his mum, and he knew that he was going to face plant in the mud if he didn't manage to stop himself before. Throwing out his arms, he managed to catch hold of a nearby tree branch and he pulled himself to his feet, wrinkling his nose at his shoes and trousers which were now mucked with mud. "Disgusting," he muttered to himself, more than to Harry. Shaking his head, he turned to Harry, quirking a brow. "Do anything fun yet, or were you too busy trying to make people smell like a hippogriff's backside?" Luke thought he quite might like to stop at Honeydukes. Chocolate was a good thing to have around when there were so many dementors about. He knew that they were supposedly under Ministry control, but he couldn't help but worry. Chocolate was relatively easy to come by, thank Merlin, so he could always be prepared - just in case.

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

It really was very immature of him to be going about throwing mud at random villagers. And the sad part all of this was that Harry was completely aware of it! But he was still doing the immature deed. The reactions to the villagers were hilarious to watch. He supposed it helped that just behind him in the distance, the shrieking shack was visible. He could only assume that the villagers thought that the angry spirits that resided in the shack had decided to come out and have a bit of fun at their expense. Well, Harry wasn't about to prove them wrong. Let them believe in what they wanted to believe. He scooped up a bit more mud in his immediate area, noting that now he was grabbing more muddy clay than smelly green mud. He would have to move to a different mud pile soon. He pulled his arm back before lobbing it forward, sending the mud and clay mixture flying through the air; Only to let out a howl of laughter as it hit a guy square in the face. He quickly moved away from his previous location as the adult spit mud from his out mouth, looking in the direction Harry had been in only seconds before.

Locating a nice mud pile, he bent forward slightly and grabbed another handful before tossing it. It was only at that time that he recognized a very familiar face in the crowd. His eyes widened slightly in alarm before squeezing tightly as tears erupted in them. He had just hit Luke Lupin in the back of the head. His Hufflepuff friend wouldn't be entirely pleased, but there was no denying that it wasn't funny. He had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself quite as Luke looked his way, a knowing grin on his features. He backed away slightly from his new mud puddle. However Luke knew he was here. And there was no point in trying to hide. He laughed slightly as the cloak was pulled off from over his head; watching as he seemed to materialize out of thin air. Even though he had been playing with the cloak for years now, it still gave him a slightly creepy feeling to watch himself appear as if from nothing. He shrugged slightly at Luke, “I was bored? Honestly there's not much to do. And it's no fun coming to the village with Professor escorts.” he said. He thought it was a bit of over kill for the Professor's to accompany the students to the village. Honestly, the Monster of Slytherin lived I the Castle. Harry highly doubted that it would come all the way down to Hogsmeade to attack students.

Harry blinked, looking at Luke. His hands would smell like butt? Really? He quickly brought his mud covered right hand up to his face, stopping when it was an inch from his nose before sniffing a few times. Pulling a face, he held his hands out slightly away from his body; As if this would stop the mud from contaminating the rest of him. “Thanks Mate. You really know how to ruin a bloke's good day.” he said. However resentful he may have sounded, his grin was once again on his features. “To be honest, I think Isaac got detention and was banned from coming today. But don't worry, I'm sure we can get into some more trouble next trip around.” he said with a wink. He brought his hands back towards him, wiping the mud off on his robes in an attempt to clean his hands. Once he dubbed them clean enough, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. Waving his wand over his robes he muttered the charm to clean them, “Scourgify.” Instantly, the mud he had just smeared on his clothing vanished, leaving his clothing as clean as they had been when he had first put them on.

He laughed at his friend's new appearance, wishing he had a camera to capture the moment on film. “You should keep that look, Luke. It really suits you.” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. It was moments like these that made Harry wander why his friend hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor with him and the Black Twins. Then they really could have had fun. Not to say they didn't have fun, but it was a bit hard to get together when one of your Mates was in a different House. Of course, Harry blamed the Sorting Hat for that. But you couldn't have everything in life; and they seemed to be doing just fine in different houses. And while it would have been nice to have Luke join them in the Lion's Den, there was no possible way for them to deny that he was more his Mother's son than his Father's. Maybe that was why he was in Hufflepuff. Tonks had been in the house herself, and she couldn't stand up for more than a minute without either knocking something over or falling over herself. It made Harry wonder how she managed to have the amount of successful Pregnancies that she did. (Although he was pretty sure she fell a few times when she had been pregnant with Piper. There was just no denying that the eldest Lupin child probably hit her head either sometime before her birth or shortly after it.)

He was about to answer Luke when the others feet gave out from under him; Proving to Harry once again that Luke was Nymphadora's child more so than Remus'. He pierced his lips together slightly, trying not to laugh at his friend. He raised a brow slightly as he managed to get back on his feet. “Now I have to ask.. how the hell did you manage that? And you can't blame that on multi-tasking.” he said, his grin splitting his face in two. He ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on end even more than it already was; causing himself to look even more like James. “Well, yeah. And then I spent some time at the Three Broom Sticks before leaving. The Shrunken Heads insulted me so I charmed some mud to hit them... which, to answer your early question, is where I got the idea to hit others with mud. Why, you want to go somewhere?” he asked. Harry had no problem going back again to the shops. Now that he had Luke with him, he was bound to have more fun. He grabbed the Invisibility Cloak from Luke, stuffing it into his pocket as he walked around the deeper parts of the mud pile. “How'd you find me anyways?” he asked. He had been wearing the cloak, so there was no way Luke would have seen him.

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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Most boys didn't have a problem with being immature. Luke, however, liked to prove that he was different from the noxious herd of boys that annoyed girls to no good end. He could understand why some girls were frustrated with his peers. They didn't, at all, act like gentlemen and they were always doing something rather maddening. Though, Luke wasn't the epitome of mature (around his friends), he generally was better tamed than some of his classmates. Especially Harry and Isaac whom didn't seem to worry about girls, at all, but wanted to pull pranks on everyone. He yelled at them, sometimes, but he found that it was generally pointless as they attempted to drive everyone around them insane - and sometimes he just didn't feel like reminding them why putting exploding snap in the toilets wasn't a good idea or remind them that if they did another prank, Filch would likely string them up by their toenails in detention. That was, if he was allowed, and Luke sincerely doubted that Dumbledore would allow for that to happen. Though, he did hear Filch whine about it from time to time to Mrs. Norris. Luke shook his head. He really didn't understand why that cranky man was allowed to work anywhere near the vicinity of children, it was quite clear that he didn't like them in the least. Wrinkling his nose, he ran a hand through his hair. He was hideous, though, so maybe he should go on a date with Snape. They'd make a lovely couple, he thought sarcastically.

"You were bored?" Luke repeated, quirking a brow. He rolled his blue eyes. "Way to state the obvious, but I don't know if I'd agree with you. There's plenty to do if you have an open mind." However, he knew that Harry like most Gryffindors was easily bored when there was no one to prank or fight with. Not that he thought Gryffindors necessarily picked fights with people, but they were a bit more rash and reckless than he would have liked. He liked knowing that his friends were safe. However, Harry and Isaac seemed to go looking for trouble - even if they claimed that trouble usually found them. He didn't buy it. Sometimes, he was certain, they went looking for adventure. Not that there was anything wrong with one wanting some excitement in their lives, he just wanted them to be careful. They oft took risks that he didn't think were wise, and he didn't want to see them wind up dead or anything. He would be heartbroken if that happened. "So ditch the escourts?" Luke suggested. The Hufflepuff didn't generally break the rules, but he could see Harry's point. Having a constant baby-sitter around could be quite annoying. Especially when one wanted to do something remotely fun. It seeemd that most of the Professor's disapproved of 'fun'. It was as if it were some disease that should be avoided, in their humble opinions.

Luke, however, understood why the Professors went with them. They wanted to protect them from getting injured by whatever it was attacking the castle. Luke, however, was of the same opinion as Harry. The Hufflepuff was quite certain that the monster of Hogwarts wasn't going to attack anyone or anywhere but Hogwarts. He looked at a woman who was huffing irritably as she pushed through people. She was so fat and so ugly, that she may just have passed for Crabbe or Goyle's mother. Snorting, Luke pointed her out to Harry. "Isn't she just fetching?" he asked, sarcastically. "And so sweet, too." Grinning, Luke took a leaf out of Harry's book and grabbed a handful of sludge. He flung it at the woman's head, and then ducked around a rather large and convenient boulder stationed around where they were standing. Luke had no idea what Harry would say. It wasn't often that Luke participated in the antics of either Harry or Isaac. Today, however, he must have been feeling a bit reckless. He had to admit, though, it had been fun. Even if it were going to end up landing him in trouble. However, the woman, after grunting and squinting about for ten minutes, stomped off to clean herself up in the Three Broomsticks. It was then that Luke burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he nearly fell over yet again. Fortunately, for him, however, this time he kept his footing.

The Lupin boy grinned. He knew that Harry really wasn't being resentful. "You're welcome. I just thought you should know. After all, what kind of mate would I be, if I let you walk around smelling like butt all day?" Cleaning his hands with the same spell that Harry used to clean himself up with, he put his hands under his nose. Despite the fact that his hands were clean, they smelled terrible. Wrinkling his nose he did it again. "Thanks to you, I'll probably have to scrub my hands raw before they smell good again." But it was worth it, Luke thought. "I'm sure we will get into more trouble next time around. Then I'll have to keep you two from exploding a toilet or something. Honestly, you two are about as bad as Fred and George." Though, he knew that would probably please Harry. The Weasley twins were the resident pranksters of Hogwarts, and being the second Marauders - Harry and Isaac looked up to them more than they probably should while trying to outdo Sirius and James in becoming the New Marauders. Luke shook his head. He loved his friends, but he couldn't deny that sometimes they were out of control. So much so, that he couldn't always stop them from doing things he considered extremely stupid.

Luke was privately glad that no one had seen him and Harry hadn't the chance to catch the moment on film. He didn't think he would ever be doing that again, and he certainly wouldn't have wanted his parents to see it. Then again, it might have made his parents worry less about him if they knew that he was having fun. He knew his painstaking shy nature probably both annoyed and worried them, but Luke couldn't help it. He had never been as daring as "Andy" or Nymphadora. Once he got to know someone, it was a bit different, but when he first met people he was oft quite shy and flustered around them. He never knew what to say or what to think. He didn't want to appear to be an idiot. In doing so, however, he may have seemed like an imbecile.

He really wasn't, though, no matter what people thought.

"I don't think I'd win many girls with that look," Luke protested, laughing gently under his breath. He didn't think anyone but Harry and Isaac could even stand talking to him, if he looked like that on a regular basis. Luke inwardly groaned. The Lupin boy realized that Harry would probably want to show Isaac the look. He didn't exactly fancy doing it again. Especially not at Hogwarts where some creepy stalker could be walking around with a camera and take a shot to either blackmail him with or to put up on their wall and smooch. "Easy, I'm my mother's son. You know how clumsy mum is. Apparently it's genetic. Didn't you know?" he teased, with a good natured laugh. "You're really are your father's son, and sometimes that's not a good thing. Nice hair," Luke smirked. He couldn't help himself. If Harry was going to tease him about his clumsiness, then he was going to tease Harry about his wild hair. Something that Mr. Potter had, too. He didn't know messy hair could be genetic, but evidently in Harry's family, it was. April should just be grateful that her hair wasn't as messy as James' on a regular basis. "Sure, if you want. I'll watch as you terrorize Hogsmeade," he teased, with a wide grin. Luke shrugged. "Well, I had a good feeling it was you. After all, you're the one that hit Malfoy with snow in the back of the head last year, no? I sort of figured that you were behind this and underneath the invisibility cloak. So all I had to do was figure out where you were. Which wasn't too hard considering there's mudprints leading straight to you. I didn't know exactly where you were, but I had a good idea, and I found you. I'm just awesome like that." With that, the Hufflepuff winked.

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry felt that it was going a bit far saying that he was exactly like his father. He, for one, could point out several differences between his father and himself. For one, he wasn't an Animagus. Although if he had the chance, he would learn how to be one in an instant. That was just bloody awesome!! Of course, he wouldn't know how to become one... and he doubted that his father would help him in the slightest. While Harry noticed that James took pride in a few things that he did, when Harry showed the slightest signs of being just like him James seemed to be a bit stern with him. Harry didn't think this was fair at all. That his father was being a bit of a hypocrite to say the least. The second thing that set Harry apart from his father James, was that he wasn't running around with a werewolf once a month. That would have been totally awesome he if was, but he wasn't. As a matter of fact, the only werewolves Harry knew at the school were the Greybacks. And of course, Lupin's baby sister, Marian. However she had just got to the school, so she really didn't count. And third of all... Harry was pretty sure that with his Mother as a Professor in the castle, he would be flayed alive if she even suspected he was doing half the things his father did. Honestly, Fred and George Weasley did more damage than him or Isaac.

Harry blankly looked at his friend. Open mind? Plenty to do? What in the name of Merlin's Beard was he talking about. Were they talking about the same village here? Harry looked around, as if he half expected the Hogsmeade Village he knew to just up and vanish and to be replaced with a new one. Nope, same old village. Maybe Luke had been smoking Gillyweed. Of course, if he were someone who didn't know Luke, he would have thought that. Of course, he had known Luke since the two were in diapers, so he knew there was no chance in hell Luke would be caught dead with anything of the sort. Unless, of course, he was using it for a Potions projected. In which case it would probably blowup in his face; sort of like what Seamus' cauldron always does in Potions! But now he was just mentally jumping off track here. How did Luke expect him to find something to do? Unless Hufflepuff's just at this innate ability to find things that others missed, there was just nothing here. And Harry really didn't have the attention span, nor the motivation to go find a Hufflepuff to find him some fun. He rolled his eyes slightly, waving his friend off. “It's no fun coming to Hogsmeade when your supposed to. That's what the secret Passages are for.” he stated. A dark brow rose, disappearing into the messy bangs that sat on top his head. Now this day was turning out to be fun! Luke Lupin was offering to break the rules. The world as they knew it was surely ending.

Harry turned his emerald green eyes onto the witch Luke pointed out at him. He snorted slightly, a small disgusted look on his face. “Charming,” a small laugh detectable in his voice. “She looks ugly enough to have had Crabbe or Goyle.” he said with an even louder laugh. However, the Gryffindor's eyes popped out of their sockets whenever he saw Luke fling the sludge at the lady. He quickly moved, slipping in the sludge as he made to hide himself; the whole of his left side now covered in green muck. He lay where he was in the mud, looking out from his half hidden position behind a small stump. He burst out laughing, not even bothering to get up out of the mud. What was the point, now that he was basically covered in it? “You are NOT blaming me on your declining Personality.” he said to his friend. Of course, it very well could be his fault. His and Isaac's anyways. Usually Harry wasn't that bad either. However, get him with the youngest Black twin and well... all hell broke loose. And when they managed to get Luke in on it... Hogwarts had better watch out!

He stood up, once again cleaning himself with his wand. He snorted slightly. “A good one? Ever heard of a White Lie?” he asked. He knew that Luke knew he wasn't really serious. In all honesty, Harry liked the fact that Luke was honest with him. Harry'd rather hear the heart wrenching truth over a happy little lie. He wanted the facts straight; whether he liked them or not. He raised a brow, his face lighting up slightly. “The Weasley twins? Nah, we're not as good as them. But I'll have to tell them of the idea you gave me... I know for a fact they never blew up a toilet before. It'd be awesome to set off all the toilet's at once, even in the girls toilet. Of course, that's gonna be a bit difficult one to pull off...” he said, his voice trailing off slightly. Yup, he was in pranking mood; After all, you just couldn't pull off pranks without thinking them through. They were like School Essay papers. You had to think about what you were writing before you put the quill in the ink, and then to the parchment. You needed to get all the essential items to pull of a prank, and the correct charms.

Eyes rolled slightly at his friend. “Mate, that was a pathetic excuse. You should go find a Prefect and give yourself detention for that.” he said. He stuck his tongue out at the Hufflepuff. “You're just jealous you can't get hair as good as this.” Of course, Harry wasn't sure anyone in their right mind would want his hair. He managed to make it look nice; but it wasn't easy to pull off! He looked down at his feet, which were in fact caked in mud. “Bullocks.” he said, shaking his feet slightly. Now that he was actually paying attention to them, his feet felt a bit heavy with the amount of mud on them. Note to self: next time watch where one places their feet. But at least it was a good thing Luke found him and not one of the Professor's. “So what did you have in mind to do?' he asked, walking over to dry ground. He once again waved his wand at his feet, cleaning them of the mud there. At this rate, he was going to be an expert at cleaning mud stains. His Mum would be so proud!!!

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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Luke always thought it was really funny how most people seemed to compare him to his father. He was quiet, shy, and kind like Remus, that was true. However, he was a Metamorphagus, rather clumsy, and a Hufflepuff like his mother. However, he didn't have his mother's outgoing personality. He didn't usually talk very much unless he knew the person, and even then, if he were in a pickle he sometimes kept things to himself. He didn't like to have other people worrying over him. He knew that it was only natural for people to worry, and it would only be natural for someone to worry over him, but he didn't want them to. So he tried, sometimes, to hide the things that were truly bothering him. Of course, that didn't really work all too well, sometimes. Sometimes bottling everything up, only made one explode when it was just too much pressure to contian it all. It always surprised people when Luke exploded, but like everyone else, the Lupin boy had a limit. The Hufflepuff couldn't help but become vexed from time to time. Like worrying, vexation was something that was completely normal. Usually, however, he was quite mellow. Nothing much bothered him, and he was quite mild-tempered. He wished more people could be like that. He thought some of the world's problems might be solved if more people thought before they did.

Luke rolled his eyes. He honestly didn't understand what Harry was on about. He didn't know why anyone could find Hogsmeade boring. It was far more interesting than Diagon Alley and a lot safer than Knockturn Alley which was only interesting because of the amount of hags it held and it's distinctive horrid smell like someone was buried and rotting underneath the cobblestone. Knowing how twisted the Death Eaters were, he wouldn't be surprised if that weren't the case. Wrinkling his nose, and dimissing the thought as rapidly as it came, he looked at Harry with some exasperation. Luckily, it was just Harry right now and Isaac hadn't joined them. If Mr. Black had indeed joined them, then Luke would be having an even harder time trying to get the two to behave themselves. "Come now, Harry, don't be silly. Using secret passages and escaping to this place whenever you wanted could get you killed. Even you have to admit you've noticed the more pronounced presence of the Death Eaters lurking about." He wasn't calling Harry daft, but sometimes Harry could be rather reckless. Just like James or Sirius, and he just wanted Harry to think about it and be more careful. Sure, sometimes, it was fun to break the rules - even rule abiding he could see that, but Luke also understood that rules were implemented for a reason and it was usually for one's good to follow them. "Besides, this place can only be as fun as you make it," he added, gently. If one were to think the place were boring, it wasn't suddenly going to become exciting. One had to have an open mind and be willing to experience new things if they were to find the place intriguing.

"That's what I was thinking. Probably is Crabbe or Goyle's mum now that you mention it, didn't she look familiar? Hard to tell, though, we'd have to count her chins to know whom she was the mother of," Luke snorted, uncharacteristically cruel. He was generally a nice boy, but he couldn't help himself. He always felt bad when children were fat because they had little control over it, but when one reached adulthood and was morbidly obese, he couldn't help but wonder why they had done that to themselves. How could one do that to themselves, even? He didn't understand how one could simply eat and eat and eat without even worrying about the consequences of sitting about and doing nothing whilst doing so. Clearly those people had nothing to live for or they had lost the joy in their life. Either way, it was really rather sad, and he wished that he could help them. For most of them, it was probably too late to do anything substantial with their lives if they hadn't done so already, but there was some hope for some of them - at least, that's what he liked to think. He would never give up on someone until it was too late. And now he was beginning to feel guilty about his unnecessary bout of cruelity against the heavy set woman.

"Maybe I ought not have done that," he muttered to no one in particular. He couldn't believe himself! Simply because someone was fat, it didn't mean that they deserved to be a target of something like that. He gulped. He knew that his conscience would goad him about this for weeks, and he could honestly say that he deserved it. What in Merlin's name had he been thinking? Clearly he hadn't been or he wouldn't have done something like that. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he bit the tears back. He was so against bullying, so against fighting, and yet he had bullied someone himself. It disgusted and repulsed him and he felt like he was going to throw up. His stomach squirmed in discomfort, and he knew that he was going to be ill. Stumbling away from Harry, he ran rather unsteadily past people who looked at his greening face with looks of dismay. He found himself face to face with the cobblestone street before long and he wretched. He grimaced when he was done, waving his wand and saying the necessary spell to render the mess gone for good before returning over to Harry.

He gave a sigh as he noticed a new hole in his trousers. "Now I feel guilty. I shouldn't have done that. She didn't deserve it," he told his friend, heat rising to his cheeks in embarrassment. His stomach growled rather loudly, and he winced. "Maybe we could go to Honeydukes and get something for ourselves and bring some stuff back for Isaac? On the way we might think of something to do, afterward," Luke suggested. He told his weary mind that he couldn't take the action back, but he could prevent himself from doing something like that in the future. The Hufflepuff told himself that that was just the way it was going to be, and that he could do it. It wouldn't be that hard. He was sure of it. He felt the breeze blow through the open hole of his trousers and he felt even worse. His parents weren't the richest in the world, and it really had been because of his carelessness that it had happened. He wouldn't trouble them over it, though. He'd patch it over with something. He just wasn't sure what yet.

"Why not?" Luke grinned, when Harry insisted that he wasn't to blame for the Hufflepuff's decline in personality. "After all mum always says you and Isaac are bad influences on me. I do things that I would never dream of doing if I were alone." It was true, too. Harry and Isaac often brought out the mischief in him, yet Luke like his father had a strong sense of right and wrong, so it always bothered him afterward and the guilt was enough to make him sick like it had that afternoon. "A white lie is a lie, and I rather not tell them if I don't have to. Besides, I thought you ought to know that you smell like butt before you ask some girl out and she politely declines," the Lupin boy insisted, with a rather toothy grin. His guilty conscience was lightening up, if only slightly, so he was beginning to enjoy himself again. "Merlin, Harry, I didn't mean you had to try it. If my mum and dad knew I gave you the iniative and idea to do something so foul, they would probably string me up by my toenails,", he muttered, slapping a hand to his forehead. Merlin knew that this was going to be a long day.

"You're just jealous because I'm a Hufflepuff and we're awesome finders. Just admit it, Harry, you're not as cool as me," Luke teased, winking. Snorting at his own childishness, he rolled his eyes. Yes, Isaac and Harry were bad influences on him, but they at least allowed him to have fun. So many people were so insistent upon being perfectly boring and mundane that it was practically disgusting. He liked to have a bit of fun as much as the next person. It was like a high, being friends with them. They could take him places no one else could. "No, Harry, that has nothing to do with bulls," Luke said with a straight face. "That is what we call mud." With that, Luke ran a hand through his hair, grinning. "Nah, mate, you can keep that messy mass of a tangle you call hair. I think I'll stick with mine. It's much sexier," the Lupin boy insisted, sticking his tongue out at Harry.

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry couldn't count the number of times that he had heard how much him and Isaac were just like they're fathers. Harry took great pride in that fact, but again, he could point out so many different things. And while he loved being compared to his father, he was even more ecstatic when someone compared him to his mother. Of course, so far the only compliment he had received on that end were his eyes. That's all. In that sense, Harry envied his sister. He could see so much of their mother in her. Harry sometimes wishes that he was like that. ...Just like your father, except for your eyes... you have your mother's eyes... The same old compliment all the time. Of course, if Harry ever got to annoyed with compliments, he could simply go see Severus Snape. It seemed the Potions Master just couldn't wait to start tearing Harry apart, limb from limb. The young Potter boy wasn't exactly sure what it was he had seemed to do wrong. Sure, he knew about the history between his father and Snape, but why was that any reason to take it out on him? He hadn't done anything to him. At least, not until he had gotten to school. But when it had become painfully obvious that Snape was just going to humiliate him for no given reason, Harry decided to fight fire with fire. Snape wanted to see him with an attitude, he was going to get one.

Harry rolled his eyes, waving his friend off slightly. It was his parents worrying all over again. And Harry really couldn't understand what it was that made them think a bunch of Death Eaters were going to attack children. They weren't even qualified; What danger could they possibly possess to Voldemort and his Death Eaters? “What are the chances the Death Eaters knew about the Secret passages? If they did know they existed, Hogwarts would have been over run with them by now. And what would they want with a bunch of children?” he asked, raising a brow slightly. He looked around the place, letting his friends words sink in. As fun as he made it, huh? A small frown appeared on his features, as he unconsciously ran his hand through his black locks. “I guess,” he admitted with a sigh. “But it's no fun without Isaac. I'm still all for sneaking him out of detention and smuggling him into the village.” he said. Yes, the chances of him getting into more trouble than Isaac were extremely high. And he'd probably get himself banned from the village for the rest of the year and two years worth of detentions. But it would certainly be worth it. At least, Harry thought so anyways.

Harry laughed at his friends comment. “Mate, I'm telling you, they came from the same mother... I bet their father's are the only things different,” then he added in a mutter, “Actually, I'm not sure that they have different father's either. I'm pretty sure you can't get an ugly like any other way.” He watched as the lady continued on her way before disappearing into the Three Broom sticks. Honestly, if he ever got to be as over weight as that lady (not that he was going to allow himself to become overweight in any shape or form) he wanted people to just kill him. Seriously, if he had to look at a slow, painful death full of health problems... Just make it quick and painless. Hell, even if it was quick and painful he'd be happy. Just so long as it was quick. That was torture, and he couldn't understand how people let themselves get so... far gone. Sure, there was nothing wrong with a decently thick girl... (or a guy perhaps, if that was ones preference) but to much package just became an issue later in life.

Emerald eyes rolled slightly. Oh boy, here we go with the guilt trip. He clapped his friend slightly on the shoulder. “Now you're starting to sound like Hagrid. Relax. It's not like you did her serious harm. It's mud.” he said. Of course, Harry wouldn't see a thing wrong with throwing mud at someone. He was a prankster at heart. One of the few things he saw that he had in common with his father. However he knew when to call it quits. He liked a good laugh every now and then (yes even at the cost of someone else's humility) but he didn't like seeing others get hurt. Now, if there had been a rock hidden in that clump of mud Luke and thrown, then he would have felt bad. But it was just mud... So, no harm done. Of course, that was the thought pattern of a typical Gryffindor. So long as there was no lasting damage, everything was fine. A flaw in their characterization, but everyone had flaws. Harry figured that at least he was able to admit to it. That had to count for something, right? His eyes widened slightly as he noticed Luke look a bit... ill. “Luke?” he asked him. He took a slight step away from his friend as the Hufflepuff quickly took off back towards the main part of the village. He took a few steps forward, coming to a stop with a frown on his lips, his features worried.

He tilted his head to the side slightly as Luke came back... looking pale, but admittedly slightly better. His frown grew slightly as he listened to his friend. A guilty feeling was taking hold of him now, filling up his chest; compressing his lungs so that it was almost impossibly to breathe. Well, at least now he knew why Luke had run off to be sick... Harry was starting to feel it himself. He swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath and letting it out. He wasn't about to have a break down in the middle of the outdoors. Even in side he wouldn't dare. Something like that was for privacy only; maybe to be witnessed by family members. He nodded his head slightly, “Alright... Yeah. Guess we can always get some Chocolates. Maybe I can get some sweets for Hedwig to eat. A treat.” he said. Anything to take his mind off the rising guilt his friend had caused to take root in his stomach.

He rolled his eyes slightly, laughter pulling at his lips. “Because, your fifteen years old, and you shouldn't allow peer pressure to get to you. So something dumb like that...” he said with a laugh. He let out a gasp, a mock feeling of shock on his features, “Me and Isaac do no such thing! That's all on you. It's not like we tell to do something. What's your Dad have to say about that?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Remus had been the same way with his dad and Sirius when they had been in school. One could say that history was repeating itself... Almost. He waved his friend off slightly. “A white lie is not a lie. It's distorting the truth... slightly. Or you can just say it's being polite. If Professor Dumbledore just presented himself with the world's ugliest set of robes, and told you with misty eyes of joy that his Mum had just sent them to him, would you have the guts to tell him they were ugly or would you just go with it and agree?” he asked. Of course, there was no reason for the Headmaster to ask them of their opinion on anything he may or may not have received from a family member (as far as Harry was aware, he didn't have any). A small burst of laughter escaped him. “Your parents needn't know. I'll just say that the Weasley twins gave me the idea. Or that me and Isaac came up with it ourselves. It was bound to happen eventually.” he said with a shrug.

A snort escaped the Gryffindor. He was to be jealous of great 'finders'? “For what? The only thing I might find are some manners. And let's be honest, I only need them when they count... Which isn't often.” he said with a wink. He glared slightly as his friend, kicking some mud his way and almost losing his balance. He managed to steady himself before moving out of the mud. “Ha, ha. So funny.” he said. A small gagging noise came from Harry, as the youth stuck out his tongue a bit. “You call that Sexy? What era do you think we live in? Girls like a stylishly messy look. Not everyone can pull this off.” he said, pointing to his mop of hair. He saw a few boys here and there attempt to get the messy look to go for them. But... well, no. Just, no. It didn't work. Harry supposed one had to be born with it. Like he was for example. Oh Natural.

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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Luke couldn't help but compare Harry to his father. He was just as bad if not worse as James. He always provoked the Snape boy, he seemed to take entirely too much pleasure in pranking people, and he had little regard for the rules. Yes, he knew all too well that the Snape boy was an odious fellow like his father, but that didn't mean that one should go out of their way to fight with him something that Harry seemed to do. He didn't know why Harry allowed himself to become provoked so easily. It was clear that the Snape boy simply liked to push his buttons. Yet, Luke knew that there was no use in trying to point this out to Harry. He was sure that his friend was aware, and what was the point in making one's best friend angry? There really wasn't a point to it, at all. Sighing heavily, Luke ran a hand through his hair. Boys would be boys, perhaps, but he didn't know why people always wanted to resort to violence and pranking. It seemed a bit silly to him, if truth be told. Yet he wasn't going to be a boring prude as he had once been accused of. He knew how to have fun, but he preferred to do so when it wasn't at anyone's expense.

Luke couldn't help but worry. It was clear that the Hufflepuff was the only one that seemed to think things through logically out of himself, Harry, and Isaac. They didn't seem to evaluate the risks or if they did, they simply thought it didn't apply to them. At any rate, the Lupin boy thought this was a grave mistake. One that shouldn't be made. "I'm not saying they do know about secret passages, but they don't need them if they can apparate into Hogsmeade, which you very well know is possible," Luke countered, a trace of worry and frustration wearing upon his features; his eyes full of concern. "Who knows why Voldemort does have the things he does. All I'm asking is that you'll be careful, Harry. Being reckless could get you killed," he insisted. "The Death Eaters don't need a reason to harm someone that opposes them other than the fact that they're being opposed." He sighed. Rolling his eyes, he gave a slight sigh at Harry's last comment. "I'll have to tell father to stop rubbing off on me then. Clearly I'm simply a boring prude." He hadn't meant for it to come out so bitter, and yet it did. If Harry didn't want him there, he could just go.

The Lupin boy frowned at Harry. He didn't know what to think. He knew that Harry was joking around, but still it would be rather hurtful to the Goyles and Crabbes should they hear such conversation being made. Sure, he didn't like Vincent or Gregory much, but that didn't warrant abuse for their entire family. "Nah, mate, I'm sure they have different parents," he said, looking glum. "Equally as ugly, but there you go. Ugly personalities and ugly people, it would be nice if it always worked out that obviously, but you know. I suppose that it would make the Death Eaters too easy to spot if they all looked like lepers," Luke suggested, with a small toss of his shoulders. He knew that it wasn't very nice, but he wasn't going to feel guilty for saying that. After all, he could only imagine that their families said worst about his. He wouldn't be surprised if that were true.

Luke couldn't help it. Being whom he was, he couldn't get away with anything, without having a guilty conscience. His mum had once teased him that he couldn't even prank one of his sisters without getting so guilty he would puke. Well, she may not have been too far off the mark in saying something like that. He was certain that was true. He didn't like hurting people in any way, but he also knew that his sense of right and wrong was grossly exaggerated from other people's. However, he couldn't help himself. He had a strong sense of morality, even if others ignored their convictions, he wasn't one of those people that could. "It still wasn't right," Luke protested. "She didn't do anything to me, and even if she did, I shouldn't have reacted in such a childish way."

Luke smiled when Harry agreed to his plan. "I know that it's not too exciting, but maybe we'll find something a bit more entertaining to do when we're done. As long as it doesn't involve throwing mud at anyone. Well, all right, I might be okay with hitting Professor Snape with mud since he needs a shower, anyway, but I don't think you should risk detention for it. So no more mud throwing, agreed? At least not today?" Luke wouldn't be surprised if Harry and Isaac were throwing mud next week despite Harry's apparent guilt now. He would be pleased when this guilt wore down and he was able to think properly. As it was, his mind was swimming in guilt. He wished that he could apologize to the woman, but maybe it was for the best that she was gone. He couldn't imagine what he'd say. He might end up stuttering and that would be exceptionally embarrassing.

"Something stupid like that," Luke corrected. "Dumb implies that I can't speak, which I obviously can. I know that everyone uses dumb as the new stupid, but they really shouldn't because that's not what the word originally meant, at all, and it annoys me. I know, wonderful reasoning, right?" He grinned, shrugging slightly. Luke couldn't help it, it drove him nuts when people said dumb, he would rather they say stupid. Unless, of course, the person really couldn't speak. In that case, he figured it would be all right. "Oh yes, Potter, because I tell my dad everything." He only called Harry 'Potter' when he was being in Luke's mind, an idiot. The Hufflepuff frowned. He couldn't remember the last time he talked to his father, really, but that was okay. He was sure if his father needed him, he would find him, and until then he really didn't want to be in the way. He knew that his father constantly worried about too many things including his little sister. He refused to be a burden to his parents. True, they may have seen it as avoidance, but he was sure they were happier with him out of the way. "It is so a lie. If Dumbledore looked terrible, you know that I wouldn't tell him, but I wouldn't compliment him on the robes, either. I would comment on something other than the robes so as to spare his feelings," Luke insisted. "A white lie wouldn't be called that, if it weren't partially a lie," he insisted, sticking his tongue out at Harry. "Oh dear me. My sisters are going to want to kill me," he muttered more to himself than to Harry.

"Oh, is that so? I think you may need to find some more manners. What with the amount of detentions Snape's given you over the years, I think he might disagree with your assertion," he grinned. Everyone knew that Snape was a jerk, but still, Harry could afford to be more polite. It wouldn't kill him and it would probably help Harry a lot of the trouble he seemed to find himself in. The Hufflepuff rolled his eyes at Harry's statement. "Oh, please," Luke began. "Your hair is not something anyone would consider stylishly sexy. It's more like a mop thrown on the top of your head. I know you have your father to blame for it, but seriously, it's not attractive, at all." Luke snorted. He knew that it wasn't nice, but Harry teased him, so he was going to get it back in return. Besides, he wasn't exactly lying about the stylishly sexy thing or the fact that Harry's hair looked more like a mop tossed on his head than anything.

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[ISAAC MATTHEW BLACK]

Isaac had as Luke suggested been banned from this Hogsmeade trip since last time when...well actually it was an incident best not mentioned ever again...

Anyway, he was supposed to be in the middle of a detention with Professor Snape to, as Dumbledore put it ‘keep him out of trouble’. Other than the fact that Snape would probably have delightedly asked to cover Isaac’s detention just to slowly torture him, Isaac had guessed that Snape was probably asked to cover it because he never seemed to venture out of the castle in daylight. Perhaps he was allergic to sunlight Isaac mused or maybe he was a vampire, which would certainly suit his venomous character but was also rather worrying as Isaac prided himself on being near the top of the professor’s most hated list. Unfortunately (Isaac had tried to cover up a snort at this), Snape, for what Isaac had decided was the first time in the mans life, had owled Dumbledore to say he was far too ill to work at all that day. Isaac was sent to sit and start on some homework – as if, in the common room instead of the dungeon which he was ecstatic about. He had messed around for half an hour, which considering he had the place to himself wasn’t very fun and he assumed when no professor came that he had been forgotten about. Well I’ll show them not to forget a Black thought Isaac his eyes flashing with the idea of the mischief that he could cause around the castle but then again, it wouldn’t be so fun if Harry wasn’t there to see so he decided instead to find his own way to Hogsmeade...

Isaac walked out of the shrieking shack chocking with the smell of rotting wood and old dust but also breathing in the fresh air outside. Isaac always felt a sort of magic in the air when visited Hogsmeade ever since his Dad had taken him as a young boy. With one last look at the shack he dusted himself off and decided to go in search of Harry and his other friends. He had only been looking for ten minutes when he noticed Harry and Luke looking at the mud in Harry’s hand. He listened to their conversation from his well hidden spot for a few minutes piecing together what had happened and forming the plan for a good prank in his mind. He straightened up but didn't move from where he was. He cleared his throat and tried his best Severus Snape impression, "Potter, Lupin...your in serious trouble. Your going back to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore at once..." he said sneering.

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

If they were going to be comparing themselves to their dads... Isaac was more like Sirius than Harry was to James. Harry could at least control himself when the situation called for it. Isaac not so much as couldn't control himself, as he wouldn't. Everything was about pranking to him. Of course, Harry was also a lot likelier to do something stupid whenever Isaac was around... For some strange, unknown reason, Harry found himself prone to do stupid things with his best mate. Again, not entirely surprising, but still. Harry found that to be a good enough blame than to just go around saying 'yeah I do stupid stuff on occasion'. It did not look good with the girls. But that's as far as the father son comparisons went. When Harry wasn't lying to himself, him and Isaac were just like their fathers. And he was pretty sure that on some level, Luke was just like Remus. But for the most part, his friend was like his mother. Not that that was a bad thing. Tonks was awesome! She was like a giant kid herself, which made spending time with her rather interesting. Why she still went by her maiden name, Harry wasn't completely sure. He figured that it was sort of like a nick name for her. He knew she hated her first name, Nymphadora, and would get extremely testy when referred to as such. He couldn't blame her. If his parents had named him something stupid, he would have jumped off the astronomy tower as soon as possible.

Luke was also vastly more mature that that Harry or Isaac could ever dream of being. He supposed it was due to being placed in Hufflepuff. Or perhaps, that was WHY he was placed in Hufflepuff. Harry never really stopped to think about it, and now did not seem like the time to start. Besides, being in different houses or having different maturity levels didn't mean a thing to Harry. Luke was still his friend; the quiet boy he had grown up with during his youth. Stupid things like personality didn't mean a damn to Harry; just like blood didn't.

He rolled his eyes, once more waving his friend off. “It doesn't matter if they can Apparate in and out of Hogsmeade. They can't get in to Hogwarts, and I think that's the most important part. We've got Dumbledore... Hogwarts is the safest place to be if Voldemort does try to attack.” he said. He sighed slightly, running his hand through his hair. After his friends somewhat snippy come back, Harry raised his hands in defense. “Alright! Okay, I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful and not be so stupid. Although, I can't make any promises on that.” he said. He could try. For Luke, he would try. But he wouldn't make any promises or guarantees. He didn't like lying to anyone unless he absolutely had to... like with Professor Snape... or even Mr. Filch. So he wasn't about to start lying to his friend.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Hey man, Ugly is still ugly.” he said. Harry would still swear by the fact that Crabbe and Goyle were half siblings. There were striking similarities between them. To similar to be considered a coincidence. Of course, half the wizarding world was related someway or another so they were both probably right... which mean... Harry was related to them at some point. A shiver ran down the boys spine, causing him to feel extremely nauseated. It didn't help that Luke made him feel extremely guilty either. He had been completely fine with throwing the mud. But now... he felt like he had just done something unspeakable. As if he had abused his parents or the Headmaster's trust: Disappointed them somehow. He didn't like that feeling. And he really couldn't understand how Luke managed to make him feel that way. But, Harry supposed that the only thing that mattered was that he did feel that way.

Harry opened his mouth to speak when he heard a sneering voice from behind. Eyes widening behind his glasses, Harry quickly turned around; Half expecting to see the familiar skinny, pale face outlined by the greasy black hair. But Harry's simply blinked, looking at his other best friend. How in the name of Merlin's left saggy nut did he get out of detention?! He blinked for a few minutes before grinning at his other Partner in Crime. “My Professor Snape, I see you've finally got that crooked nose fixed... and you FINALLY did something with your hair! We must mark this down on the calendar.” he said with laugh. He grinned at his friend, walking over to put an arm around his shoulder's. “How'd the hell you get out of Detention?” he asked him.

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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Luke knew that he was a lot more like his mother than his father. Yet he had his own individual personality, too. He couldn't exactly say that he was always proud of the choices he made. Sometimes, he did things that he would never do alone when he was influenced by Isaac and Harry, and it sometimes annoyed him that he wasn't above peer pressure. There were times that he was, but sometimes he just gave into their juvenile antics when he felt that he ought to have stopped them. Yet he didn't. He knew that he wasn't responsible for his friends' actions, but that didn't stop him from feeling guilty all the same. He sometimes wished that he could be young and carefree yet Luke knew the clear and distinct difference between right and wrong even if he didn't always want to abide by it, himself. He ran a hand through his dark brown tresses, something that was quickly becoming something of a bad habit. Yet he thought it was a bad habit he had always carried around with him. Sighing softly, he couldn't help but shake his head at his best friend. He loved Harry, really, but sometimes the boy was entirely too much. He may not have seen it, but Luke knew that he was too much like James for his own good.

Luke was a lot more mature than Isaac and Harry combined. He thought it probably had a lot to do with his parents. While his mother could be an overgrown child, at times, he took more after his father who was very mature and solemn about ninety percent of the time. Yet he liked to think that he wasn't as much of a bump on a log as Remus, who didn't seem to know how to crack a smile as of late. His rapidly greying hair told everyone that Remus was worrying entirely too much. Luke just hoped that his little sister wouldn't end up prematurely greying, too. That would be embarrassing and hard to explain to her peers. He felt bad for Marian and yet he knew that she didn't want him constantly watching over her like she was a defenseless little infant. He couldn't help it. She was his little sister, it was his duty to protect her whether or not she liked it. He could always tell from her expressions that it was the latter, but maybe she would appreciate it someday when she realized that he wasn't trying to embarrass her but simply protect her. Yet he knew even if she never understood it, he was doing the right thing. His parents couldn't baby-sit her one hundred precent of the time and as much as Piper loved Marian, he was sure that she kept her distance. She had kept her distance from Luke, too. As of late, though, it seemed that she was trying to repair the rift that had drawn between them like a gapping chasm.

"You're right, they can't get to Hogwarts, yet. I'm sure they're trying to devise ways to get in, and while I have faith in Dumbledore, where there's a will there's a way. I just don't want to see you hurt, is all." Harry kept waving him off, but Luke hoped that Harry would hold onto this little tidbit of information. Life simply wasn't some game that one had to play and battle through until their death, it was something very grave and very serious; sometimes, not to mention sinister. One simply couldn't be careful enough especially in these dark times. "Not to mention, Dumbledore is getting up in his years. He's not always going to be able to be there to defend Hogwarts as sad as that is to admit." Luke liked Dumbledore and he trusted the man even if he didn't always understand what he was doing. However, he couldn't say that he thought Dumbledore would live forever. He knew that people simply couldn't. Not unless they were graced with the gift of immortality, and everyone knew that Albus Dumbledore wasn't a vampire - some people speculated that Severus Snape was, though. Luke couldn't say that he believed that, yet if they were to find out Severus was a part vampire of sorts; well, he couldn't say that he would be surprised.

Luke didn't mean to come off as snippy, he knew that nags were oft quite annoying. "I don't mean to be such a nag. I just know that you and Isaac can be quite reckless sometimes, especially when you're together. I don't want to see either of you in a body bag, okay?" Luke asked, more gently. The Hufflepuff didn't know what he would do if his best friends weren't by his side. In fact, he didn't even want to consider it. He couldn't help but roll his eyes when Harry said that he couldn't make any promises on that. He wished that Harry wouldn't be so foolhardy. He didn't want his friend to end up dead. There was nothing wrong with being brave, as long as one used their common sense. It was something that Harry and Isaac rarely used when together. They were intelligent, yes, but they sometimes took risks that they really rather shouldn't. It worried Luke. He didn't like to think that they could be dead and hurting simply because they refused to play by the rules. Yet they were their own persons. If they really wanted to do something rash, he really couldn't stop them. He just hoped that they thought it through or it was worth it. Because he wasn't going to stand by and watch them kill themselves.

"Harry!" the Hufflepuff scolded, but he was laughing too hard for it to be an actual admonishing. "That is rude, although, it's also very true." Luke couldn't believe that Harry was being so rude, then again it was Crabbe and Goyle they were talking about. They were fat, ugly, and about as smart as a rock. Wait, that was an insult to rocks. They were just big, daft brutes and he wondered why or how anyone could or would admit such stupidity into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. It was just beyond him. He could understand if they possessed one iota of knowledge, but they didn't seem to grasp anything, and he thought the teachers passed them simply so they wouldn't have to see them another year. Though, if that were truth, Marcus Flint probably wouldn't have been at Hogwarts an extra year. Who knew what went through the teacher's minds. Maybe Crabbe and Goyle did just scrape by. He did think that it had to be a miracle, though. He couldn't see them studying or doing homework in their spare time, the only thing he ever saw them doing was cram food into their big, idiotic faces.

Luke wasn't sure what to make of the sneering voice behind them. He turned, and was glad that he didn't make any assumptions. It was Isaac. He shook his head sadly. "Not to mention, Professor, you seem to be a midget now," Luke joked. Luke was the taller one of his friends at six foot three, but they probably hadn't stopped growing yet. Still, he had to make that point because Snape was tall and imposing. Isaac wasn't nearly as frightening in appearance as Snape was. Winking, the Lupin boy followed Harry's lead. "Maybe, Harry, the Professor has found himself a hot date." He snorted his amusement at this very thought. The idea of Snape being on a date was hilarious. If he didn't offend her in the first two seconds of the date, that would be a miracle. Rolling his eyes, he dismissed the thought of the Potion Master's love life or lack there-of. The Hufflepuff shook his head again, in regards to Isaac. "You know, if they find out you're just going to get into more trouble. But let me guess, you don't go looking for trouble - it usually finds you?" He had heard both Isaac and Harry use that excuse his entire life, but that didn't mean he believed it anymore than anyone else who knew the pair did.

WORDS; I don't keep track.
TAG; harry & open
MUSE; it's here
MUSIC; none
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

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