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"Alright, get on the train, now! We can't have James late on his first day!" Harry said, laughing. James Sirius Potter was going to be in his first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. This was my sixth.
"Teddy, I have something for you...will you come talk to me for a moment?" said Harry, casting a proud look at me.
Harry had always been like my father. He and Ginny had pretty much adopted me after the Battle of Hogwarts. They had supplied me with a room, clothes, food and a surplus of love. "Teddy, you have always been like a son to me. Now that James is going into school, I realized that I had to give this to you. I see myself in you everyday, and I know that your real father would be proud of you for everything you have done. It might help you in your many adventures to come," He said, handing me his prized invisibility cloak and marauders map. I stared at them with awe. "I only ask that you make some friends. I know that nobody at school knows that you are a werewolf, but most of them know you're a metamorphogis. Maybe that will attract some people your own age." I nodded.
"Thanks, Dad. And I'll try. Really, I'll try to make friends."
"That's good son. And remember to write." He said. Just then, the train whistle sounded, and I climbed aboard the Hogwarts Express, my new treasures tucked carefully into my jacket pocket. I wandered to the very last compartment available on the train, which only had 2 other people in it. I sat down quickly, not looking at their faces. I had snagged a window seat. I stared at my reflection, and quickly changed my appearance to my usual. My skin bubbled and seemed to melt, reforming. My eyes were now a light, silvery grey. My hair was brown and short, styled up in a clean wave in the front. I was tall, about 6 foot, wearing a white T-shirt that showed off my muscles, and a black leather jacket that I always donned. I had denim shorts on that went down to my knees, and as always, my black fingerless gloves.
Obviously the people in my compartment (a girl and a boy) had noticed my sudden skin change, because they were gawking at me.
"How did you DO that?!" Said the boy, his eyes wide. He had light green eyes surrounded by a taped up pair of glasses. His hair was black and combed over neatly on his head. He was skinny and short, and he was wearing a plain blue polo shirt and jeans. He had an aura of being well cared for, but I could see in his eyes that he was afraid. I knew that he had probably been bullied. He must be a smart kid.
Looking at people, I could always tell almost everything about them. I was almost never wrong. It was a gift that I was quite proud of.
"I'm a metamorphagus," I said. "I can change appearance at will."
"Wicked!" He said, looking at my face eagerly. "I've read all about those! The names Newton Galilei, by the way."
"I've never met a metamorphagus before," said the girl in my compartment. "Whats it like?" She was very pretty, with electric blue eyes, light brown hair and freckles. She was wearing a white shirt and a blue flower headband. Her face was smiling, but her eyes were hard, tough. I could tell that she was constantly putting on a show of being tough. She was probably bullied too, but not in a physical way. I knew she was talked about, and probably pretended it didn't hurt her feelings. But on the inside, she was broken.
"Its pretty nice. I don't have to make an effort to look good into morning." I said laughing. "Im Teddy. Teddy Lupin."
"Nice to meet you, Teddy and Newton. Im Skylar Vulpez. I have a hunch we are going to be real good friends." I smiled at her, and Newton nodded. On the outside I was happy, but on the inside I was thrilled. Getting friends was easier than I thought. The only problem was keeping them out of my secret.