(A/N TIME TO MESS WITH HARRY POTTER TIME LINES! AND OTHER THINGS!)

The next day I was woken up early for our punishment. I sighed as me and John cleaned the trophy case. Later I would have to write an extra essay. Nobody but Lafayette, Hercules, John and the Schuyler sisters knows about my powers. So that's good. Blue is officially me and Johns child, we were thinking of re-naming them Philip or something.

I glared at the trophy's. One read 'James Potter'. Pfft, probably some other random idiotic person that was rich and bought their way into this trophy case. 

"Hey Lexi look," John said.

I turned my face towards him, and he pointed behind us down the hall. Some fancy looking wizard in a big black coat walked next to Professor Quirrell. I strained my ears, trying to hear what they where saying.

"But why?" Quirrell was asking the new wizard as they walked briskly down the hall.

"Its just a test. Consider this like a vacation for you that you might never come back from," The new wizard said.

"I did nothing wrong! I have a life here, you can't replace me!" Quirrell complained.

"Dumbledore is going to see if I fit the job better," The new wizard said.

As they approached I turned my head towards the trophies so they wouldn't see me looking at them.

"Alright. But I want my job back in the end," Quirrell said.

"If Dumbledore thinks it suits me better, then you might never get it back," The new guy said. "Who is this?"

I realized both of the wizards where standing right behind me and John, glaring down at us. I pretended like I didn't hear and continued to polish off a trophy.

"Answer to me, child," The new wizard said menacingly.

I turned slowly turned around, glaring at him. Before I could say anything, John lept in front of me.

"We're just cleaning some trophies, nothing important," John said, shooting me a suspicious glare.

"Why are you cleaning these?" The new guy asked.

"Punishment, sir," John said, he seemed a bit frightened.

"What for," The guy said, narrowing his eyes.

"With all due respect, that is Dumbledore's business," I said from behind John.

"And now it is my business," They said.

"If this is so important go take it up with Dumbledore, leave us alone, creep," I said, only to feel John covering my mouth before I said something else.

"Did you just talk back to me? This school needs some serious work. Students who talk back. Utterly terrible. Unacceptable. I would like to see you in my office later," The new guy said, then turned away.

John slowly took his hand off my mouth, glaring at me.

"Wheres your office? The dump? I bet it suits you we-," I was cut off as John slapped his hand on my mouth again.

"What is your name," The new guy said, glaring furiously at me.

"Numph oph yourh bushinephs," I said through Johns hand.

"You are in big trouble, maybe even getting expelled. If you aren't in my office within the hour I am taking this up with Dumbledore. My office is where Quirrell's used to be," They said, then spun around dramatically and walked off with Quirrell behind.

"Lexi!" John said, letting go of me. 

"What?" I asked.

"You need to learn to shut your mouth!" John said. "Especially in front of a new teacher!"

"I don't wanna shut my mouth," I pouted.

"Nice braid," A random student laughed as they walked bye.

I bared my teeth and hissed at them. They went squealing away down the hallway. I turned back to John with a sweet look on my face. John sighed, patting the top of my head, then continued to polish a trophy. I sat back down on the floor, reaching for another trophy. 

*~*

"Its the monster."

"Stay clear."

"Don't go near them."

"AAHHHHHH!!!!"

"There a Death Eater."

"Get close and he bites your face off."

"I dare you to talk to them."

"They used evil dark magic!"

"No way I'm going near him!"

All the whispers from people around me where almost going to set me off. I don't know who started it, but somebody spread a rumor. Somebody told everybody the truth about what happened, my claws, my teeth, Jefferson and Charles. I shrunk my head down, trying to hide myself.

John wrapped his arm around me comfortingly. It was lunch time, I just finished the essay I had to write.

"What do you wan't to do later? We all have the rest of the day off," Peggy said through a mouth full of slightly under cooked beef.

I stared in horror at the beef. It made me feel weird, like the beef was Jefferson and Peggy was sinking her evil fangs into the flesh. Would I ever be able to eat meet again? Probably not. Might as well go vegetarian. No harm in that. I pushed a platter of chicken wings away from me and then leaned against John.

"Sleep," I said.

"Okay then," John said, resting his head in my hair.

"Not Quidditch practice? Toilet papering Moaning Murtle's bathroom?" Angelica asked.

"I'll toilet paper her bathroom," Lafayette said, elbowing Angelica.

"Students," A loud voice boomed across the hall.

Everyone went silent, staring up at Dumbledore who was standing at his podium/pinnacle.

"We have some important announcements," Dumbledore said, and the new teacher stood up from the large table behind Dumbledore.

"Professor Quirrell will be leaving us, and be replaced with Professor Hamilton," Dumbledore said.

I spit my coffee all over the table, John and myself. 

"He is a successful Auror who is becoming slightly too old for his job, so he decided to join us here," Dumbledore said. "He has brought with us his only son, James Hamilton."

I took another sip of coffee just so I could spit it out on John again.

"James will be joining this school as a sixth year. Professor Hamilton will replace Professor Quirrell as defense against the dark arts teacher. You may all now continue to eat," Dumbledore said, then turned around and took a spot at the table behind him.

The hall erupted in to voices.

"HAM MAN!" Eliza shouted from the Ravenclaw table.

She stood up and sprinted through the tables towards the group.

"I saw you spit all that everywhere. Who are they?" Eliza asked.

"M-my pops and brother," I gulped.

"Aw he said pops, that's adorable," Hercules said, I shot him a death glare.

"But he said his only son is James," John questioned.

"Pops has never really... liked me. After abandoning me on Nevis, I didn't think I would see him again," I said.

"Does he know you're here?" Lafayette asked.

"He thinks I'm dead, I think," I said.

"Well freaking hedgehogs- Would you prefer to remain hidden?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah, from my Pops. I might tell James though. My new last name is Hamiltin, and you guys never call me Alexander," I said.

"Like we ever did, Ham Chops," Eliza said.

"And if someone asks, you can say its 'Hamiltin' not 'Hamilton'. They sound almost the same so they'll think they just heard it wrong," John said.

"Alright, time to go interrogate James," I said.

"Why?" Maria asked, I had forgotten she was there.

"Because he was adopted before me so I wanna know what happened with his life," I shrugged, standing up and taking another sip of coffee.

I then spotted him at the Slytherin table, and walked over towards him. I sat down in an empty seat next to him, a couple people gasped at me and tried to move away. Like I was going to actually eat them, pfft.

"Hi?" James said.

"I'm Alex," I said, shaking his hand.

"Short for Alexander?" James asked.

"No, not short for anything. Alexander, hah, what a boring name," I said, snorting.

"Yeah..," James said, staring at his food.

"So, new, rich, famous, popular, business man I presume?" I began the interrogation.

"I'm new, not famous, not popular, dirty rich and business man," James said, straightening his tie.

"Ah," I said, taking mental notes. "Have any other family members?"

"Nobody that's alive. Although I have this theory my brother still lives, but my father doubts it and I kind of do too. He would have never survived," James said, sighing.

"Miss him?" I asked.

"Yeah. I celebrate his birthday every year. Pops doesn't, he thinks hes dead, but I have a bit of hope. I started searching, but found nothing in my hometown," James said. "I miss him so much. He was a year younger then me, short, adorable. I just wish I could know for sure that he was either dead or alive."

At that my heart melted and I hugged him.

"I um-" James said, awkwardly patting my back.

"I lied, I'm Alexander Hamilton," I said. 

James immediately wrapped his arms around me.

"I missed you," He said.

"I did too," I said, tearing up.

"Awwww," John clapped.