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I know some people are out of character but I can't really apply their personalities to this story very easily.

Italics are people's thoughts.

H/OC

Summary: Like father like son. How true. Harry and Anna, two sixth year Gryffindors, are bitter enemies. Their fights are legendary. Their tempers are infamous. Nothing can make them surrender to the other. Except maybe a bad potion, a broken time turner, and a twist of fate.

"Potter! You are such a jerk! Leave me alone!" Anna Winters screamed, storming away.

"Shut up, Winters!" he yelled back. It was their sixth year at Hogwarts; earlier in the summer, Harry had defeated Voldemort when there had been a surprise attack on Surrey. It had changed him a lot, but he was still Harry. In Anna's eyes, he had become arrogant. She thought him defeating the Dark Lord had made him think he was better than everyone else. She was wrong, and everyone else thought so too, but Anna didn't care.

"You shut up! I made one mistake and you scream at me!"

"That's because the first game of the season is tomorrow, and we've been practicing that pass forever!"

"We'll see how it goes tomorrow. For now, I'm leaving. I can't stand another second of you!" Anna shouted. She started walking away. The other members of the team sighed. They were used to Harry and Anna fighting every day by now; if they weren't screaming at each other at breakfast ("Potter! You dumped eggs all over me!" "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" "No it wasn't! Ugh! Why'd you pour pumpkin juice on my head?" "So you'd know what an accident is and what isn't") something was wrong.

"You can go to hell, for all I care, but not during Quidditch practice!" Harry shouted. He had been made Captain that year. Anna was the star Chaser on the team, and was almost as crazy about Quidditch as Harry. Even though he knew she would practice by herself later, he wasn't about to let her just walk out of the practice. Anna didn't listen and kept walking. Harry started smirking. He turned back to the team. "Ok, everyone," he said. "I want you all here on Saturday at nine in the morning. With all your things." Anna stopped and turned.

"Why should we be here on Saturday at nine with all of our things?" Harry looked at her.

"Oh, you can come but you don't need to bring your things. Well, actually, you won't be able to because you won't have them anymore." Anna was confused.

"What do you mean, Potter?" she asked.

"We're going to have tryouts for a Chaser position."

"Why? We have enough Chasers."

"No, we don't," Harry said. Anna rolled her eyes, muttered something about learning to count, and started walking away again. "We're going to have try-outs to fill your position." Anna stopped dead in her tracks.

"What?"

"That's right. You can't just practice by yourself after walking out of practice. You've done it before, but I'm not going to let you do it again. If you leave this pitch before practice is over, we're looking for a new Chaser." Anna gritted her teeth.

"Fine!" she yelled. She stomped toward the rest of the team, mounted her broom, and shot into the air. The rest of the team followed her example. Five minutes later Harry blew his whistle.

"Winters! We've been practicing that pass for a really long time! Try and get it right." He blew his whistle again, signaling them to restart. Anna missed it again. Harry called everyone down. "Winters, you have to get that down. I know some Chasers who say it's really easy, and you're much better than them, so I know you can do it. Could you just try?" Anna blinked. That was the closest Harry had ever come to giving her a full complement. Also, it was one of the first times he had asked her to do something since the beginning of the year.

"Sure," she said. They rose into the air again. She caught the Quaffle and passed it perfectly. Harry grinned. Once he had signaled everyone down, he noticed the Slytherin team approaching, in their green robes and with their Nimbus 2001's.

"That was great," he said. "Good job with the passes and catches, Chasers. Beaters, that was excellent, you were on both ends of the field and still managing to guard the Chasers. Ron you were great at blocking those shots, but since you missed one, thrown by Sam, that means he's one of our best players." Ron beamed. "Ok, the Slytherins are coming out. Have you all been following the broom market?" The whole team had decided to do that, since it could prove useful.

"The Firebolt's price is going down," said Sam. Harry nodded grimly.

"And you all know what that means?"

"There's another broom coming out soon," they all answered.

"Right. So there's no guarantee the Slytherins won't have gotten Firebolts, or maybe even the new broom that's coming out, by our second match. It doesn't seem like there's much to fix on the Firebolt, but they can make it faster. If that happens, I'm sure Malfoy will get one. I think that's why he doesn't have a Firebolt; they're saving up for the new one. Now, if he gets one of the new ones, it will be much harder for me to catch the Snitch if we both see it at the same time."

"No it won't!" Ron said.

"Yeah," said Jeremy Biggins, a Beater. "You could beat him with one hand tied behind your back."

"Yeah!" all the others called.

"Thanks, but-"

"No buts," said Ginny, who was now the last Chaser. "You're the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever, and will ever, see." Everyone agreed.

"Yeah, yeah," said Anna. "We all know Harry could beat Malfoy with a hand tied behind his back on a Cleansweep while Malfoy is on a Firebolt, but let's talk about our strategy." Everyone stared at her. She had never complemented him, and never called him Harry. "I mean Potter," she added quickly.

"Er, right. Anyway, we play like we always play, and we'll beat them. And, um, we'll be one step closer to the Quidditch Cup," Harry said. He was looking at Anna oddly. "Yeah, so…go change." Anna walked off quickly.

Ok, what happened there? I called him Harry! That's not going to happen again. It's just, everyone else was calling him Harry. So I did. No biggy.

In the common room that night Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking. Ron and Hermione had gotten together that year. They had all been worried that, when that happened, Harry would be like the third-wheel, but it wasn't like that. It was the same as it always had been, except for Ron and Hermione kissing and holding hands and stuff.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked Ron and Harry. She was cuddled up next to Ron.

"A little," Harry admitted. He was sitting in a big armchair facing the fireplace. He didn't see Anna coming over to them, and Anna didn't see him. She and Hermione had become friends when Anna came at the end of fifth year. Even though Harry and Anna hated each other, Hermione and Anna were still good friends.

"Hey, Hermione? Can you help me with this question?" asked Anna.

"Of course," said Hermione. "What subject is it in?"

"Transfiguration, about Animagi," replied Anna. Harry stiffened. He was still recovering from Sirius' death, and the Transfiguration lessons hadn't helped; they were learning about Animagi that year. Harry stood up. Anna gasped; she hadn't known he was there. Harry walked quickly out of the common room, not saying a word to anyone.

He walked outside onto the grounds. He stopped at the Whomping Willow. It brought back so many memories. Professor Lupin had come back to teach again, and he and Harry came outside often to talk. Remus was really the only Marauder left, now. Peter had been given the Kiss, Sirius had fallen through the Veil, and James had been killed by Voldemort.

Harry stood quietly for a couple of minutes until he heard someone approaching him across the grass. He turned to see Hermione.

"Hey, Harry," she said softly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he sighed. "Just, so many things bring back memories of him. And I can't stop thinking about it."

"I know," she said, rubbing his back. "But it'll be ok. I promise. It just takes a while to recover from these things – but it'll get better, you'll see." Harry turned and smiled at her.

"Thanks, Mione," he said.

"No problem. Wanna go back inside?"

"Yeah, let's go."

They walked silently back to the tower, each reflecting in their own thoughts.

"Oh, there you guys are," said Ron when they came through the portrait.

"Hey," said Harry. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Hermione, will you help me with Potions?" he asked slyly.

"Sure!" said Hermione enthusiastically as they raced upstairs to do their "potions homework." Also known as sucking each others' faces off.

Harry grinned and went back over to the fire to collect his things. As he was going to the stairs to go to bed (hoping Ron and Hermione had at least had enough sense to close the curtains this time) he noticed Anna sitting on a couch talking to her friends. He detoured over there.

"Winters," he said curtly. As the group turned to look at him Anna rolled her eyes and her friends started giggling. Harry had gained a lot of popularity since he defeated Voldemort and had never talked to them.

"What do you want, Potter?" asked Anna.

"Why aren't you going to sleep yet? Our first game is tomorrow – you need as much sleep as you can get."

"I'll go when I feel like it."

"Winters…" Harry growled warningly.

"What?" she snapped. "You're not my mother, Potter. You can't tell me when to go to bed."

"I can as your Captain! How useful will you be tomorrow, falling asleep on your broom?" Harry's short temper was rising.

"I won't! Just leave me alone!"

"No! I'm not willing to risk our victory tomorrow because of you!"

"You WON'T!" Anna shouted.

"Winters, get your ass up to your dorm RIGHT NOW!"

The whole common room was silent and watching them at this point.

"No, I'm not going to! If you're so concerned with sleep, go to bed yourself!"

"I am!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Harry stalked up the stairs (past Ron and Hermione who had come down to see what was wrong) and slammed the door. As he shuffled noisily around the room, slamming drawers and knocking things over, he couldn't help but notice the bright star in the midnight sky, shining alone above the rest.