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Summary: Years after the war with Voldemort and the next generation is now starting school. Watch as the new marauders and trio are sorted. Also watch their graduation dance.

Seven Friends Sorted

Chapter 1: Sorting

The doors to the Great Hall opened and in they entered. The first years followed the Deputy up to the front. He watched as they all crowded at the bottom of the steps waiting to be sorted. The ones he was looking for were easy to be spotted in the group. He was so anxious he only vaguely registered the deputy and headmaster's speeches before the sorting began.

One by one the names were said the children went to their houses. He knew not who there were and didn't care. He was only interested in seven special first years. Seven he had waited as impatiently as they had to start the school. Soon the first was called.

"Black, Richard!"

A tall boy with aristocratic features, curly black hair that went to his shoulders and mischievous black eyes walked up to the stool.

"Black? Much like your father I see," said the hat, "well with you there is only one place…Gryffindor!"

He put the hat back on the stool and went to join the cheering table. One down he sighed to himself.

"Dumbledore, Emily!"

A young girl with auburn curls piled on top of her head and sparkling green eyes quickly walked up. She was slim and tall and moved with great elegance as she sat on the stool and donned the hat.

"Hmmm…great courage and brains," the hat thought to the girl, "you have a great potential as well as quite a mischievous streak. I see you are very loyal to your friends as well. Well there is only one place for you my dear. The house of you fathers…Gryffindor!"

The girl returned the hat to the deputy before running down and sitting next to her elder brother and across from Richard. The black haired, twinkling blue eyed fourth year patted her on the back as the sorting went on.

Two down. He watched as others were sorted. He hoped they were all together. Their parents dreaded it…but he knew how much fun it could be. Even though he was a teacher now he was looking forward to the trouble they'd all cause. He knew they would be both the best and worst students the old school's ever had. They were their parents' children after all.

The man was pulled from his thoughts by the deputy calling, "Longbottom, Trevor."

An excited but nervous round face boy with shaggy brown hair and chocolate eyes put on the hat.

"A little shy I see," mused the hat, "but your friends are helping you with it. Yes I see it clearly…Gryffindor!"

The boy sighed in relief and went to join his friends; almost forgetting to take off the hat.

Figures he'd do that. Three down and four to go. The man laughed to himself as another was called.

"Lupin, Leo!"

A charming lad with dirty blonde hair that covered his face and amber eyes walked up. He was rather pale and tired looking but very excited. Chock it up to his 'furry little problem' the man thought as the hat went over the boy's head.

"You have great loyalty and support from your friends I see. You are very like your father," said the hat before shouting, "Gryffindor!"

The man watched the young one join his friends. Longbottom and Black clapping him on the back before another was called.

"Potter, Minerva!"

Immediately a buzz of voices was heard as the girl sat on the stool. She was of medium build and height with her mother's ginger hair framing her face and her father's piercing green eyes. She gave the crowd a smirk as the hat went over her eyes.

"Oh I see much of you grandfather and uncles in you," said the hat, "Only one place will do…Gryffindor!"

The girl took off the hat and sat next to her best friend, Emily.

Just two left, the man thought and sat up in his chair.

"Potter, Albus!"

Again there was a buzz of voices as a cocky lad with messy jet black hair, green eyes, and round rimmed glasses hopped on the stool and donned the hat.

"Oh no another! This is just not my year," the hat sighed, "I know I'll see you lot in the headmaster's office a lot. Very well…Gryffindor!"

The boy took off the hat and sat with his friends. He whispered something to the five and they all laughed as the list came to a close. Finally it came to the Ws where they hope their group would be complete.

This is it; the professor though as the last of the seven was called.

"Weasley, Abigale!"

A fairly tall girl with the signature ginger hair, freckles, and hazel eyes placed the hat on her head.

"Weasley eh? I've never seen so many people in one family," the hat sighed, "just the same though I only have one place for someone like you…Gryffindor!"

The girl went and joined the others. The three girls sat on one side and the four boys on the other.

When the sorting was over and the food had arrived the professor found his eyes traveling to the seven.

He looked first to the three girls. They were the children of Minerva and Albus Dumbledore, Ronald and Hermione Weasley, and Harry and Ginerva Potter. Emily (Tabby) was most definitely the brains of the outfit; tending to be bossy and always quoting things she had read from a book in her father's library. Minerva (Doe) was the one likely to come up with some half cocked scheme that would get them all killed, expelled, or heralded as heroes as the years wore on. Abigale (Raven) was in the middle. She wasn't the smartest or most adventurous so she kept the other too pretty well grounded and was actually pretty perceptive. She was the one to point out the less obvious things around them. Yes the three were definitely a Golden Trio in the making.

The man's eyes then moved to the boys where he saw them already in a whispered conversation. They were probably planning their first prank. These four were the children of Sirius and Rachel Black, Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, Neville and Hannah Longbottom, and Harry and Ginerva Potter. Leo (Mooney) was the studious one that attempted to talk the others out of the pranks. He never worked; and he usually ended up coming up with ideas to make them better. Richard (Padfoot) was the one more likely to get caught. He was too ambitious and rambunctious for his own good some times. Trevor (Wormtail) was the lookout and usually the one to get them out of trouble. He was really good at the puppy dog eyes. Albus (Prongs) was the leader of them all. Anything he decided was finally and no one challenged him. There was no doubt they were Marauders in the making.

"Looks like the Deputy is going to have quite a time the next seven years don't it?" laughed a woman of thirty with twinkling blue eyes. Her ebony curls were loose pulled behind her head, she wore burgundy robes, and half moon glasses were perched on her nose. "I was thinking just the same thing Marissa dear," he laughed.

The woman smiled fondly at him and pushed a lock of black hair behind his ear to better see his brown eyes. "I love you Regulus Richard Black," she said clasping his hand under the table. "And I love you Marissa Alana Dumbledore Black," he said kissing her hand.

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