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Sunshine was streaming through the high windows on to the bent heads； which shone chestnut and copper and gold in the bright light。 Harry looked around carefully。 Snape had to be here somewhere： this was his memory：
And there he was； at a table right behind Harry。 Harry stared。 Snape…the…teenager had a stringy； pallid look about him； like a plant kept in the dark。 His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping on to the table； his hooked nose barely half an inch from the surface of the parchment as he scribbled。 Harry moved around behind Snape and read the heading of the examination paper： DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS … ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL。
So Snape had to be fifteen or sixteen； around Harry's own age。 His hand was flying across the parchment； he had written at least a foot more than his closest neighbours； and yet his writing was minuscule and cramped。
'Five more minutes！'
The voice made Harry jump。 Turning； he saw the top of Professor Flitwick's head moving between the desks a short distance away。 Professor Flitwick was walking past a boy with untidy black hair： very untidy black hair：
Harry moved so quickly that； had he been solid； he would have knocked desks flying。 Instead he seemed to slide； dreamlike； across two aisles and up a third。 The back of the black…haired boy's head drew nearer and： he was straightening up now； putting down his quill； pulling his roll of parchment towards him so as to reread what he had written：
Harry stopped in front of the desk and gazed down at his fifteen…year…old father。
Excitement exploded in the pit of his stomach： it was as though he was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes。 James's eyes were hazel； his nose was slightly longer than Harry's and there was no scar on his forehead； but they had the same thin face； same mouth； same eyebrows； James's hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry's did； his hands could have been Harry's and Harry could tell that； when James stood up； they would be within an inch of each other in height。
James yawned hugely and rumpled up his hair； making it even messier than it had been。 Then； with a glance towards Professor Flitwick； he turned in his seat and grinned at a boy sitting four seats behind him。
With another shock of excitement； Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs…up。 Sirius was。 lounging in his chair at his ease； tilting it back on two legs。 He was very good…looking； his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved； and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully； though he didn't seem to have noticed。 And two seats along from this girl … Harry's stomach gave another pleasurable squirm … was Remus Lupin。 He looked rather pale and peaky （was the full moon approaching？） and was absorbed in the exam： as he reread his answers； he scratched his chin with the end of his quill； frowning slightly。
So that meant Wormtail had to be around here somewhere； too： and sure enough； Harry spotted him within seconds： a small； mousy…haired boy with a pointed nose。 Wormtail looked anxious； he was chewing his fingernails； staring down at his paper； scuffing the ground with his toes。 Every now and then he glanced hopefully at his neighbours paper。 Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment； then back at James； who was now doodling on a bit of scrap parchment。 He had drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters 'L。E。'。 What did they stand for？
'Quills down； please！' squeaked Professor Flitwick。 That means you too； Stebbins！ Please remain seated while I collect your parchment！ Accio！'
Over a hundred rolls of parchment zoomed into the air and into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms； knocking him backwards off his feet。 Several people laughed。 A couple of students at the front desks got up； took hold of Professor Flitwick beneath the elbows and lifted him back on to his feet。
Thank you： thank you；' panted Professor Flitwick。 'Very well； everybody； you're free to go！'
Harry looked down at his father； who had hastily crossed out the 'L。E。' he had been embellishing； jumped to his feet； stuffed his quill and the exam paper into his bag； which he slung over his back； and stood waiting for Sirius to join him。
Harry looked around and glimpsed Snape a short way away； moving between the tables towards the doors to the Entrance Hall； still absorbed in his own exam paper。 Round…shouldered yet angular； he walked in a twitchy manner that recalled a spider； and his oily hair was jumping about his face。
A gang of chattering girls separated Snape from James； Sirius and Lupin； and by planting himself in their midst； Harry managed to keep Snape in sight while straining his ears to catch the voices of James and his friends。
'Did you like question ten； Moony？' asked Sirius as they emerged into the Entrance Hall。
'Loved it；' said Lupin briskly。 'Give five signs that identify the werewolf。 Excellent question。'
'D'you think you managed to get all the signs？' said James in tones of mock concern。
Think I did；' said Lupin seriously； as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds。 'One： he's sitting on my chair。 Two： he's wearing my clothes。 Three： his name's Remus Lupin。'
Wormtail was the only one who didn't laugh。
'I got the snout shape； the pupils of the eyes and the tufted tail；' he said anxiously； 'but I couldn't think what else …'
'How thick are you； Wormtail？' said James impatiently。 'You run round with a werewolf once a month …'
'Keep your voice down；' implored Lupin。
Harry looked anxiously behind him again。 Snape remained close by； still buried in his exam questions … but this was Snape's memory and Harry was sure that if Snape chose to wander off in a different direction once outside in the grounds； he； Harry； would not be able to follow James any further。 To his intense relief； however； when James and his three friends strode off down the lawn towards the lake； Snape followed； still poring over the exam paper and apparently with no fixed idea of where he was going。 By keeping a little ahead of him； Harry managed to maintain a close watch on James and the others。
'Well； I thought that paper was a piece of cake；' he heard Sirius say。 I'll be surprised if I don't get 〃Outstanding〃 on it at least。'
'Me too；' said James。 He put his hand in his pocket and took out a struggling Golden Snitch。
'Where'd you get that？'
'Nicked it；' said James casually。 He started playing with the Snitch； allowing it to fly as much as a foot away before seizing it again； his reflexes were excellent。 Wormtail watched him in awe。
They stopped in the shade of the very same beech tree on the edge of the lake where Harry； Ron and Hermione had once spent a Sunday finishing their homework； and threw themselves down on the grass。 Harry looked over his shoulder yet again and saw； to his delight； that Snape had settled himself on the grass in the dense shadow of a clump of bushes。 He was as deeply immersed in the OWL paper as ever； which left Harry free to sit down on the grass between the beech and the