"He pulled out a card from one of the topmost boxes with a flourish and read, '"James Potter and Sirius Black. Apprehended using an illegal hex upon Betram Aubrey. Aubrey's head twice normal size. Double detention."' Snape sneered. 'It must be such a comfort to think that, though they are gone, a record of their great achievements remains…'

Harry felt the familiar boiling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Biting his tongue to prevent himself retaliating, he sat down in front of the boxes and pulled one towards him.

It was, as Harry had anticipated, useless, boring work, punctuated (as Snape had clearly planned) with the regular jolt in the stomach that meant he had just read his father or Sirius' names, usually coupled together in various petty misdeeds, occasionally accompanied by those of Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. And while he copied out all their various offenses and punishments, he wondered what was going on outside, where the match would have just started… Ginny playing Seeker against Cho…

Harry glanced again and again at the large clock ticking on the wall. It seemed to be moving half as fast as a regular clock; perhaps Snape had bewitched it to go extra slowly? He could not have been here for only a half an hour… an hour… an hour and a half…

Harry's stomach started rumbling when the clock showed half past twelve. Snape, who had not spoken at all since setting Harry his task, finally looked up at ten past one.

'I think that will do,' he said coldly. "Mark the place you have reached. You will continue at ten o'clock next Saturday.'

'Yes, sir.'

Harry stuffed a bent card into the box at random and hurried out of the door before Snape could change his mind, racing back up the stone steps, straining his ears to hear a sound from the pitch, but all was quiet…. It was over then….

He hesitated outside the crowded Great Hall, then ran up the marble staircase; whether Gryffindor had won or lost, the team usually celebrated or commiserated in their own common room.

'Quid agis?' he said tentatively to the Fat Lady, wondering what he would find inside.

Her expression was unreadable as she replied, 'You'll see.'

And she swung forward.

A roar of celebration erupted from the hole behind her. Harry gaped as people began to scream at the sight of him; several hands pulled him into the room.

'We won!' yelled Ron, bounding into sight and brandishing the silver Cup at Harry. 'We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!'

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

After several long moments - or it might have been half an hour - or possibly several sunlit days - they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny's head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vane looked at though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry's eyes sought Ron. At last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, then Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well - if you must.

The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which - if they had time - they might discuss the match." (Author's Note 1)

But time wasn't what they had to worry about.

-Harry Potter theme music plays in background-

BACK TO THE FUTURE 2

A Harry Potter Fanfic

By Yolapeoples

(I own nothing.)

They walked by the lake, hand in hand, until they reached the ever-famous beech tree. They would have walked further had not a blinding light appeared without warning, causing Harry and Ginny to turn away. Harry had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as he turned around. Oh no… not again. Standing there, where the light had shone before, was none other than Sirius Black.

"Harry! You've got to come with me!" exclaimed Sirius, a frantic look in his eyes.

"Where?" asked Harry in confusion as Ginny stared at Sirius wide-eyed (remember: everyone but Harry and Remus think Sirius is dead).

"Back to the future!" stated Sirius as if it was obvious.

"Wait, Sirius, what's going on?" asked Harry. Ginny stuttered, "S-Sirius?"

"It's not what's going on, but what's going to happen!" said Sirius, "Do you have your mirror?"

"What?" said Harry, still as confused, "No. Should I go get it?"

"No time. We'll just use mine." replied Sirius.

"Excuse me!" said Ginny loudly to insert herself in the conversation, "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Ginny, but it's a long story." Ginny looked unconvinced. Not knowing what else to say, Harry turned to Sirius, "But wait, Sirius, what happens to us in the future? Do we all become total gits or something?"

"No, no, no." tutted Sirius, "You all turn out fine. It's the deathes, Harry! Something's got to be done about the deathes!!"

This seemed to hit Harry hard. "Okay, I'm coming."

"Harry?!" asked Ginny in bewilderment.

"Ginny, I'm sorry." said Harry, kissing her one more time, "I promise I'll explain when I get back." And he grabbed Sirius by the shoulder.

"Get back? Harry, Sirius, where the bloody hell are you going?!"

"Back… to the future!" announced Sirius dramatically, and he and Harry disappeared in a flash of light. Ginny, after turning away because of the light, stared at the space where her boyfriend and her boyfriend's supposedly dead godfather had been standing a few moments ago.

Harry closed his eyes as the blinding light surrounded him and Sirius and he felt the same spinning feeling he had less than a year ago. Then it all stopped and Harry opened his eyes to look around. Judging by how dark it was compared the bright sunny afternoon they had just left, Harry assumed it was nighttime. Other than that, he had no idea.

"Give me Harry Potter," said a cold voice that Harry immediately recognized as Voldemort's, "and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded.

"You have until midnight." (1)

Harry stood there dumbfounded, "What the bloody hell is going on, Sirius? Where are we?!"

"The future." said Sirius solemnly.

"The future?!" If this was the future, Harry didn't like it much.

"May 1st, 1998. 11:31 PM." stated Sirius, "Hogwarts, England: 1998."

"1998?!" exclaimed Harry, "What are we doing in 1998?! What's going on here? Voldemort at Hogwarts?! Has the world gone completely bonkers?!"

And that's the first chapter. Short, but it's just the beginning. I have officially leafed through all my Harry Potter books minus the Goblet of Fire for this and its prequel; I feel accomplished! Ha ha ha. Also, props to (users./chare/hp/hptimeline.htm) for the awesome timeline that gave me the exact date of the Final Battle. Well, please review and tell me what you think so far!! - Yolapeoples

Author's Note: I must give credit for direct quotes when due. The first part was a word-for-word direct quote from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 24: Sectumsempra, pages 532-534 (in the American version). The thing Voldie says was also directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. And duuuuh, everything belongs to J.K.R. Peace out, yo.