Hogwarts, We've Got A Problem
By xSlytherclaWx
Chapter One:
Welcome To My Life
Author's Note: This is a story in which several people get lurched back to Hogwarts in the 1940s. It might be good, it might be crap. I really don't know yet. By the way, my friend Kane asked to be in this, and he specifically requested to be Sirius and Regulus's brother, and to be named Lemonjello (pronounced Leh-mahn-juh-low)… It's a long story, which has to do with our science teacher, and some of her former students. I'm not kidding either. My friend Liz also makes an appearance.
Title Credits for the chapter go to Simple Plan.
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27 December 1976
Hogwarts
"I'm telling you, Reg, Gryffindor isn't bad," Lemonjello pleaded with his twin.
"Orion, honestly, I'm not going to speak to Sirius."
"Lemonjello," he corrected. Orion was his real name, but Lemonjello was a nickname; everyone used it.
"I don't understand why you use that nickname. But my answer stands the same: I'm not speaking to Sirius. He's the one that left us."
"I use the nickname because it's super special awesome."
"Oi! Lem! Get your arse over here!" Sirius called.
"Go," Regulus muttered.
"I'll see you later, Reg."
At the Gryffindor table, Sirius was sitting with James, joking around.
"Lemonjello! How's my favorite brother?"
"What do you want from me?" he asked suspiciously.
"Sneak into the Slytherin common room and put some itching powder in Snivellus's clothes."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you look exactly like my former git of a brother, over there, and he's a Syltherin, ergo, the plan is flawless."
"But there are scary ladies in there. Like Slughorn."
Sirius rolled his eyes at his brother's… Lemonjello-ness. He wasn't afraid of Slughorn, he just used 'scary lady' as a phrase for someone that he didn't like.
"But the great walrus is usually asleep by seven-thirty, so you'll be safe."
"I really don't want to get involved with your feud with Snape."
Sirius groaned. "Fine. I guess you can't stand people being angry with you."
Lemonjello sighed. He could imagine how his family would be written down: Sirius Black, audacious Auror; Regulus Black, head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the Ministry of Magic; and Orion 'Lemonjello' Black, the bookshop owner.
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27 December 1998
Hogwarts
"Hey, Nat! Wait up!"
Natalie McDonald spun around to find her best friends, Dennis Creevey, Jimmy Peakes and Orla Quirke running towards her.
"Merlin, Nat, we though you'd gone deaf," Orla grinned.
"Nah, I was just thinking."
"What about?" Dennis asked as he and Jimmy fell into step on either side of her, Orla walked next to Jimmy.
"I was reading."
"Big surprise," Dennis laughed.
"Shut it. I was reading about World War II and Nazi Germany for Muggle Studies, and I got to thinking about parallels between Grindelwald and You-Know-Who and Hitler. There are a lot of them."
"All I understood was Muggle Studies," he shrugged.
"And parallels, Grindelwald, and You-Know-Who," Jimmy added.
"Figures. You two could do with a history lesson," Orla said.
"Muggle History or Wizarding History?"
"Both."
Jimmy groaned, but Dennis wrapped an arm around her waist. "Now, Natalie, you know that Jimmy and I love you very much…"
"Yeah, right," Jimmy coughed. Dennis ignored him.
"But I honestly wonder with your reading, if we're going to run out of books in the world. Also, if our inferior brains might explode from the random trivia you and Orla see fit to tell us."
"I wouldn't say your minds are inferior… you're probably just as smart as I am. You've got to apply yourself."
The boys laughed. "That's a joke, right?"
"No, I'm not joking."
Jimmy put an arm around her shoulder. "Exactly why we love you, Natalie; you wish for the impossible."
Natalie rolled her eyes. Jimmy put his other arm around Orla.
If Jimmy was going down in the record books for Quidditch, Dennis for photography, and Orla for being a professor, Natalie was going down as an author.
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27 December 2022
Hogwarts
"Father's on my last nerve," Scorpius groaned. "He and Mother sent me great gifts, but not letting me come home for the Holidays?"
"Ah, Scorpius, don't worry. You've got me and Rosie to keep you company."
"Rose hasn't been company since Christmas Day," Scorpius muttered, referring to the nearly 1500-page book that Rose had received for Christmas.
"Done!" Rose cried, running into the Great Hall, holding the book. "Finished in under two days!"
"Rose… How much sleep have you gotten?" Scorpius asked.
Rose shot her fellow Ravenclaw a glare. "At least six hours every night."
"Okay, okay, just asking, Rosie," Scorpius said.
"Rose, Al, Scorpius, hello," Professor Peakes said with a smile. "What keeps you here for the Holidays?"
"My dad said he and mother need 'alone time,'" Scorpius sighed.
Al shrugged. "Rosie and I stayed to keep Scorp here company. James, Lily, and Hugo are around here too, somewhere. Probably still asleep."
"What about you, professor?" Rose asked.
"Jimmy decided he was going to stay to play Quidditch on a 'real pitch,'" Professor Peakes laughed. Her husband, Jimmy, used to play for the Ballycastle Bats, but had retired to teach Quidditch at Hogwarts a few years ago.
"I know my mum misses playing for the Harpies. But she says that James, Lily, Dad, and I are more important than Quidditch ever was."
"Jimmy says the same of me. I'll see you three in Transfiguration after Holidays, okay?"
The trio nodded. Professor Peakes and Professor Longbottom were their favorite teachers.
Rose wanted to follow in her Head of House's footsteps, Al wanted to play for either Puddlemere United or the Ballycastle Bats, and Scorpius… well, he wasn't too sure what he wanted to be.
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Author's Note: Okay… well with the exception of Lemonjello, there are no characters created by me. Orla is a Ravenclaw; she, Dennis, and Natalie started in Harry's fourth year, and I have no idea how old Jimmy is in cannon, but for now, he's fifteen like Orla, Dennis, and Natalie.
Betcha can't guess the pairings.
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