I looked around the common room, packed full of students. Why Sirius had thought it was a good idea to give the password of the Gryffindor Common Room to the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws for a stupid party was beyond me.
I squeezed between two blondes, and one of them stared at my outfit appreciatively. I shouldn't have listened to Alice. Why did I listen to her? All that had happened so far included all the blokes looking at my skinny-jean-wearing arse. Including one very annoying, very prat-ish James Potter. I glanced over at him. He was staring at me with that creepy, lust-filled, lovesick expression again.
James Charlus Potter, I growled mentally. If your eyes do not leave my arse this instant, I will Bat-Bogey Hex you into next month!
He noticed my glare and started. A guilty expression came onto his flushed face. I cocked an eyebrow at him. He turned away to flirt with some scantily-clad brunette.
I wrinkled my nose as I walked past the drunks. They were vomiting everywhere. And, knowing my luck, everyone but me would be too hung-over to clean it up tomorrow. I looked around and saw Sirius climbing onto a chair. After casting a quick Sonorus charm, he began to speak.
"Now, some of you lovely ladies might have been wondering why we collected something from you at the beginning of the night!"
Murmurs of agreement echoed through the crowd. I reached up to touch the empty space above my blouse that was previously home to a locket, engraved with a lily. Containing a picture of my family, it had been a present from Petunia. Well, of course, that was before everything went wrong. I looked down, embarrassed by my own thoughts. It was beautiful, and I had fought with Sirius for an hour over whether or not I was going to give it up. I had agreed in the end, and stormed off furiously to sulk.
"We are going to play a little game with them! If you lot don't recognize it, then you'll have to get out, because I'm not explaining the rules. We are going to play…
"Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Sirius yelled, smirking at everyone. Cheers went up from all corners of the room. "And no talking your way out of the snog! These three cupboards are charmed! You've got to stay in there and snog for the full seven minutes! So, all you wankers, get up here and draw a token from your soon-to-be snog partner!"
Oh, no! I thought, horrified, as the boys began drawing things from the hat. No way! I am NOT doing this! Never! I am married, for Christ's sake! I can't just kiss some random person from the past in a closet! What would-
And then I remembered.
I was in my mother's body.
I, Harry James Potter, was stuck in my mother's body.
And James Potter, my father (although he didn't know it yet), was walking towards me, smiling shyly, my mother's locket clasped in his hand.