Book 1 - James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing

true American food, which could mean anything from hamburgers to, well, cheeseburgers, as far as I can
guess.”
“Sure!” James said, smiling. Harry Potter smiled back and winked.
“But first,” he said, addressing the rest of the group, “we’ll be joining our friends from Alma Aleron
for a look at some of their proprietary magic. We’re due to meet them in the next ten minutes, and I’ve asked
a few others to join us as well. Shall we?”
“I’ll not be joining you, I’m afraid,” McGonagall said briskly. “It appears that I will need to be
keeping a close tab on certain elements of the student populace during your tour, Mr. Potter. I apologize.”
“Understood, Minerva,” Harry said. It always sounded strange to James that his dad called the
Headmistress by her first name, but she seemed to expect it from him. “Do what you have must, but don’t
worry about squashing every little outburst. It’s hardly worth the effort.”
“I’m not sure I agree with you about that, Harry, but I expect I’d not be able to maintain perfect
order regardless. I shall see you this evening, then.” With that, the Headmistress turned and left the room
brusquely, still fuming.
“Shall we, then?” Miss Sacarhina inquired. The group began to move toward a door on the opposite
side of the room. As they walked, Harry bent toward his son and whispered. “I’m glad you’ll be coming
along tonight. Sacarhina and Recreant aren’t exactly the most pleasant travelling companions, but Percy
insisted I bring them. I’m afraid this whole affair’s gone all political.”
James nodded wisely, not knowing what that meant, but happy to be invited into his dad’s
confidence, as always. “So how’d you travel?”
“Floo Network,” Harry answered. “Didn’t want to make any more visible entry than necessary.
Minerva warned us about the demonstration the P.E. types were planning.”
It took James a moment to realize his dad was talking about the Progressive Element. “She knows
about those guys?” he asked, surprised.
His dad put a finger to his lips, nodding slightly toward Sacarhina and Recreant, who were ahead of
them, talking in low voices as they walked. “Later,” Harry mouthed.
After a few turns, Mr. Recreant opened a large door and stepped out into sunlight, the rest following.
They descended a broad stone stairway which led down to a grassy area bordered by the Forbidden Forest on
one side and a low stone wall on the other. Neville Longbottom and Professor Slughorn were standing near
the wall, talking. They both looked up as the group approached.
“Hi, Harry!” Neville said, grinning and coming forward to meet him. “Thanks for inviting me and
Horace along for this. I’ve been curious about it ever since the Americans got here.”
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