So... This is my first fanfic... I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

"That was SO much fun! We should do it more often!" Angelina, my best friend, cooed. She was talking about the snowball fight we had just been in. It was February, and there had just been a massive snowstorm. So we, the second year Gryffindors, had decided to take advantage of the perfect conditions it and have a snowball fight.

Oh, yeah. A first year named Katie had joined us. She seemed nice enough. Just a little lonely, maybe.

"I know! I mean, once we practice a bit anyways…" We had decided to play boys vs. girls, but Fred, George and Lee had ended up crushing us. Before we tried that again, it might be a good idea to learn a charm on chucking snowballs at people…

"Yeah. So maybe next time George won't nail you in the face as much."

"How do you know that that was George?" I could never tell the twins apart. They were identical! How on earth could she tell?

"Because he was pelting YOU with snow."

"How does that make ANY difference?" Now she was just trying to confuse me!

"Oh, never mind," she responded in a way that she knew perfectly well that I would figure it out sooner or later.

"Well, if that was George, then Fred was getting you pretty hard, too."

"Oh, shut up, Alicia."

"Maybe I don't wanna shut up."

"Do it anyway."

"Don't be so demanding!"

We continued like this all the way to the Common Room, then up the stairs and into our dorm. Angelina mumbled something about taking a hot shower, and then headed into the bathroom. I decided to read until she got out. Right as I lay down on my bed and was about to pick up the book on my night stand, something hard landed on my head.

"OW!" I yelled.

"You okay out there?" Angelina called.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I shouted back. I picked up the thing that had fallen on me from the floor. Books? Why would someone drop books on my head? Maybe the universe just wants me to read something else… But what's wrong with Nancy Drew? I untied the ribbon that held the books together. They turned out to be two copies of the same book.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," I whispered to myself.

There was a note attached to the top one. It read:

Dear Alicia,

We have decided to give you these books since you don't play a major role in these stories, though you do play a smaller one. As you may have already noticed, there are two books. We entrust you to make the decision of who should get the other one. Be sure to pick someone close to you. We don't want any of this information to get into the wrong hands. So, as an added precaution, do not mention this to anyone besides your chosen person. It's up to you two to decide what to do with this information. Good luck.

The Golden Trio

I gaped at it. Why anyone would choose me for something that sounded, well, important, was beyond me.

"Hey, Leesh. What are you staring at?" Angelina had come out of the shower.

"Angelina, have you ever heard of anyone called, 'The golden trio'?"

"No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"Well they sent me these books… Have you heard of someone named 'Harry Potter'?" Maybe he has some significance. I've already decided that Angelina's getting the other book anyway.

"You haven't heard of Harry Potter?!" Angelina practically yelled.

"No," Of course I haven't. I'm a muggleborn. "Should I have?"

"Yes!"

"Oh. Well, do you want to tell me who he is?" I'm getting more and more curious. Who could he be?

"Right. Well, on Halloween of 1981, You-Know-Who went to the Potter's house for whatever reason. You do know who he is, right?" I nodded. Everyone knew who he was. It was almost impossible not to. Well, maybe if you were a muggle… "Good. Well anyways, they say when he tried to kill Harry, the curse rebounded off of Harry and killed You-Know-Who. That's why he isn't here today. Harry is the Boy-who-lived! He's the first person ever to survive the killing curse!"

"That's cool," I picked up the book again and read the spine. "Harry Potter, Year 1. Oh. So we get to learn about his past, I guess. Like when he was in school and stuff."

"What? That can't be right!" Angelina picked up the book and read the spine, frowning. "This is impossible!"

"Why? We get to learn about some famous guy's past. Big whoop. Nothing strange about it."

"Leesh, you don't get it. Harry is younger than us! He hasn't been to Hogwarts yet!"

"Oh. Yeah, that might be a bit out of the ordinary. So what do you think this book is? The future?" I asked in a mysterious voice.

"It might be," Angelina said in a dead serious voice.

"I was joking, Ange."

"And I'm not! This is serious Leesh! We get to read about the—"

"FUTURE!" We both screamed.

"Who am I kidding? This'll be SO much fun!"

"I know! So what do you want to do? Read a few chapters, then talk about it together so we can decide what to do?" I asked.

"Sure. I wonder when they take place…"

"Do you know how old Harry was when You-know-who attacked?"

"I think he was like one or something… WAY young, anyway."

"Well, if you're right, then maybe it's next year?"

"Possibly. Hey! Maybe we could take Divination next year! That way we could say that our, uh, thoughts of the future, are us channeling our inner Divination skills, which were brought out when we started!" Angelina suggested.

"That's brilliant! Lucky that we would get to start next year, too. You know, if we are right about it being next year."

"I think we're right. They probably wouldn't have sent them to us this early if it was two years or more from now. Speaking of that, who is 'they'?"

I had forgotten about the note in all of our excitement. "Uh, the 'Golden Trio' I think. They sent me this not along with the books," I handed her the note that had been attached to the books. I watched as she quickly read the note, the confusion growing on her face.

"So we aren't gonna learn too much about our own futures, which I suppose is good. We'll just help others along the way."

"Good idea. Now can we PLEASE stop talking? I wanna read about the future!"

"How long should we wait before meeting? Or should we just always read together and meet when we feel like it?" Angelina inquired. We discussed it and decided on the latter.

"Let's start!" I was a VERY impatient person.

"The first chapter is called 'The Boy Who Lived'. Very creative name, seeing as this is a book about Harry Potter," Angelina informed me with sarcasm in her voice.

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