*^*^*Harry Potter and the Ages Gone By*^*^*



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You have now gone back to when Mr. James Potter was in his third year...

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James Potter woke up in his Gryffindor dormitory bedroom. He rubbed his eyes scanned his dormitory-mates. Sirius Black was fast asleep in the bed directly across from James'. Sirius always had an awful habit of muttering things in his sleep. James chuckled softly as he heard Sirius mumbling "Lily..Come back.."

Next to Sirius's bed was Remus Lupin's four-poster bed. Remus came from a poor family, James had always felt sorry for him. On the bed next to James's bed slept Peter Pettigrew. No one really liked Peter that much, though he always hung around their group.

James got up from his bed and looked out the window. The rising sun was a deep shade of crimson and gold. He always liked to wake up early and watch the sun come up. James took a pair of robes and some clothes and slipped downstairs to shower and get ready for the Quidditch match that was taking place that day.

By the time James had showered, changed and come back to the common room, the common room was just beginning to bustle with sleepy-eyed students getting ready for breakfast.

Breakfast took place in the Great Hall. Over a mouthful of bacon, Sirius was trying to give James a pep-talk before the match. "So, James. Whatever you do, don't panic. It's just the Ravenclaws and you've gone against them before so..just don't panic.." Sirius seemed to be trying to calm himself down more than trying to calm down James. The Gryffindors hadn't gone against the Ravenclaws since James's first year. They had lost that game and James had come back with a black eye and a bloody nose. The Ravenclaw team was arguably the best in the school.

Olivia Forrest was the Gryffindor team's captain and seeker. The Twist twins, Oliver and Tony, were the beaters and Joanna Angelina and Mark Tolliver were the other two chasers. Oh, yes, and Remus Lupin was the keeper.

As the match approached, Olivia corralled the team for her traditional silence time. Instead of having annoying pep-talks, Olivia had her team sit in silence for a half an hour before the game so that they could concentrate on their strategies and quality.

The match started and they zoomed out on the field. One of the Ravenclaw chasers, Jamie Pooter, whizzed by James. She looked back at him and brushed a loose lock of her dark brown, curly hair behind her ear. Jamie knew that James fancied her and always took advantage of it. James lost balance and did a loop-dee-loop trying to get back on his broom. He got back on just in time to catch a quaffle passed to him by Joanna. He took the quaffle and suddenly noticed that he was directly in front of a goal post. He threw the large, red ball in and scored ten points.

As the game went further, Remus Lupin was knocked off his broom, had fallen fifty-five feet and broken his leg. He was swished away to the hospital wing and Madam Hooch had come in as a substitute for keeper. Madam Hooch was actually a very good keeper and the game ended 210 to 90. Gryffindor had won.

Before going to party in their common room, the Quidditch team went to the hospital wing to visit Remus. James gave him an animated get-well card he conjured up on the spot.

James suddenly remembered, that night was a full moon! Remus Lupin was a werewolf and James was an Animagus deer, Sirius was a Animagus dog, and Peter was an Animagus rat. Yes, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Now how were they going to get Remus out?

Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, came up behind James and answered, as if he knew what James was thinking. "Yes, James, Mr. Lupin's...problem has been taken care of, thanks to a potion made by Mr. Severus Snape." Severus stepped out from behind Dumbledore's long, purple robes with a smirk on. "He has also informed me that you have been sneaking out of the common room, past curfew, to spy on your....er...crush, if that is what you call it, Miss Jamie Pooter." Dumbledore went on. "You are assigned to serve a detention with Professor Caddvia."

James frowned. Professor Lydia Caddvia was the Transfiguration teacher, and the head of Gryffindor. How could have Snape known!?! The little slime ball!!! He just was sucking up to Prof. Dumbledore so that he could get special exceptions, like being let to Hogsmeade whenever he wanted and other things like that. James knew that Snape himself and his girlfriend Narcissa Elvin met every night to take midnight flight around the grounds.

That night, after dinner, James headed with his head down towards the Transfiguration room. Prof. Caddvia was there, holding out a bucket of nuts and berries and dried insects. "You vill be feeding za porcupines tonight," she said in her strange, Transylvanian accent. "Zey are for ze second years, tomorrow, to turn into hedgehogs." she finished off with this and started to lead James to the large cage full of porcupines.

As James started to feed, being bitterly pricked thousands of times, he noticed that Prof. Caddvia had gone outside. He went outside to ask her if there was anything to stop the millions of prickles that had gone loose. The only living thing on the balcony outside was a little black bat with huge fangs. James backed away as the bat flew closer to him. "Pr-Professor Caddivia!!?" He called. No answer. James called again and the bat flew away. Shortly, Prof. Caddivia came in from behind James.

"You vere calling, Mr. Potter?" she answered.

"Oh, it's just, how do you stop the porcupines from prickling you?" James asked, feeling foolish.

Caddvia laughed evilly, "Zat's the whole point of zis detention, Mr. Potter!" and with that, she turned around and walked away. James reluctantly walked back to the cage. The sooner done, the better. He thought to himself.

James got back to the common room at one o'clock in the morning. He had very sore fingers and his nose was bandaged. He had trouble sleeping. For some strange reason, he had reason to believe that Prof. Caddvia was a vampire. Half of him knew better, and the other half was arguing that all the clues let in. The Transylvanian accent, the black bat, everything!! After a rough night, James got up in the morning, later than he usually did, and remembered that today was Sunday, he walked to the library and looked up vampires:

VAMPIRES: Highly dangerous beings. They usually represent human forms in the daylight, but at night, they have to spend at least an hour as a bat at night, or else they will perish. Signs of vampires are Transylvanian accents, unusually long canine teeth, black hair, and as they get older, when vampires' hair gets gray, it usually starts above the ears and makes stripes down the sides of the head. Vampiresses are female vampires. They are generally much more dangerous than vampires. They crave blood much more, and their bite is venomous. Also, their Transfiguration skills are highly exceptional. If you notice that you, or someone you know has the symptoms of being a vampire or vampiress, send an owl to 13 Vamp Drive, Pillsbury, England.



James was finishing up reading this when Prof. Caddvia walked by. She looked over James's shoulder, her stripes of gray hair above her ears gleamed in the morning sun.

"Vat eez zat, you are reading, Meester Potter?" she asked, rolling her r's in reading, mister, and Potter.

James looked up, startled. "What, oh, this, it's just----just, a-." Prof. Caddvia snatched it out of his hands.

"Vampires, Centaurs, and Ozer Humanlike Beasts," she read, in her strange accent. "How interesting." she said. "May I take a look at eet?"

"Sh-sure," James said, wondering if she knew that he suspected her or not. "You can check it out, I'm done with it." he stated.

"Zank you." the Professor said and took it away.

All the symptoms were showing. The hair, the accent, the bat...She had to be a vampiress! James wondered whether he should tell Dumbledore or not. He decided to go to his office.

James got to the gargoyle at the front of the steps. For a minute he stood there, wondering if he should just say the password and go in or not. He decided to go. "Sugar Quill" he muttered, and the gargoyle spun around and made way for him to go. He stopped at the door at the top of the stairs and knocked.

"Come in." Dumbledore's voice said. James opened the door and walked in. There sat Dumbledore on an overstuffed sofa/chair, stroking Fawkes, his phoenix.

"Um, Professor Dumbledore, I just wanted to ask you if you knew that Professor Caddvia was a-a..." James started.

"Vampiress?" Dumbledore finished for him.

"Yea, wait, then you knew?" James asked, shocked.

"Yes, Professor Lydia Caddvia is a good friend of mine, she was a very good Transfigurer, as many vampiresses are, and she posed no threat to the welfare of the school, so, I let her teach." Dumbledore answered.

"Well then, if you knew, I better go." James said and walked out of the office.

That night, James woke up to a noise in the common room. He lay awake in his bed as he heard footsteps coming up to his dorm. The dormitory door opened. Someone had come in. James sat up in his bed. All he heard was a flutter of wings, he suspected that Patricia, his owl had gotten a hold of his invisibility cloak and was flying around in it. Suddenly, a tall figure loomed above his bed, white fangs glinting in the moonlight.

James screamed and woke up the whole dormitory. Sirius was the closest to his wand. "Lumos" he whispered and a light came on at the tip of his wand. Everyone else did lumos too illuminating the room. All they saw was James sitting up in his bed, face as white as Madame Pomfrey's clean sheets in the hospital wing.

"What's wrong, James? You look like you've seen a ghost." Remus asked. James just sat there with his mouth open. Aghast at what had happened.

"Nothing," James muttered. "Must have just been a bad dream," he muttered.



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Or was it???









ALL OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BELONG TO JOANNE KATHLEEN ROWLING, EXCEPT FOR THE VERY CREATIVE CHARACTERS THAT I MADE UP SUCH AS JAMIE POOTER, LYDIA CADDVIA, OLIVIA FORREST, TONY AND OLIVER TWIST JOANNA ANGELINA, AND MARK TOLLIVER. (I MIGHT HAVE LEFT OUT SOME, BUT YOU'LL KNOW WHICH ONES SHE OWNS AND WHICH ONES SHE DOESN'T!!!

A/A (author's afterthought): So, how was it? This was one of my more serious ones. I going to have more chapters with other short stories with other characters from the past...or future...*evil grin* Anyways, hardly any of this is based on true fact, except for details like James being chaser and stuff...um...Well d'ja like the fact that James was going with someone other that Lily, ***MAJOR HINT FOR FUTURE CHAPTER***: Maybe I'll make a story about how they get together....Anyways, now that you've read this...REVIEW!!! Tell me how you liked it!