Heya guys,

This is the third story I've published today, so I think I'm on a roll here! =P

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM BOOKS 1 TO THE BEGINNING OF 6

Title: It's a backward life

Summary: Due to a potions accident, Ginny is sent back the Marauders/MWPP era to teach DADA/Defence Harry's parents. Meanwhile, Harry gets sent back to 1976 as well. Will Harry and Ginny recognise each other? How will Harry get on with the Marauders? Spoilers for books 1-6. Set during HBP. H/G J/L. R&R. TIME-TRAVEL

A/N: I am currently looking for a Beta to help me make my chapters perfect! If anyone is interested, please PM me.

Once I get feedback for the story, I hope to update regularly*FingersCrosed*

Ginny sighed to herself as she sat on her chair and listened to Professor Slughorn drone on about the advantages and disadvantages of aging potions. It was the first day of lessons during her fifth year at Hogwarts and Ginny was thoroughly bored already. Although Slughorn was a definite improvement to Snape, she wasn't sure if she liked his obvious favouritism of certain students. Instead of paying attention like her fellow Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were keen to do well during their OWL year and to impress their new teacher, Ginny was worrying about her long-term crush - Harry Potter.

Although she thought she had got over the Boy-Who-Lived, a certain Miss Cho Chang had reignited her once buried feelings about Harry. After spending a lot of time with him the year before through the DA, Ginny had got to know Harry better than she had before. Well enough to imagine how hard he must be taking the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, the accused mass-murderer.

"Are you listening, Miss Weasley?" A voice cut through Ginny's thoughts. Professor Slughorn was peering at her over her cauldron. Looking around her, Ginny could see that all the other students were already on their feet; gathering all their ingredients together. Slughorn had taken less time than she had expected. "Sorry, professor." She hurried as she quickly stood up and got everything ready. "Thinking about someone are we?" Ginny blushed as she denied the jolly accusation. If only she hadn't sent that Valentines card during her first year. She was never going to live it down.

"Er, could you help me?" a sheepish voice interrupted her thoughts; she really needed to stop daydreaming. Turning around, Ginny saw Colin Creevey staring at her. It was a well known fact that he wasn't much of a potions wiz. "Sure, what page are we on?"
"Four hundred and six."
"Clotemolia," Ginny read out, "this is the only aging potion that will respond the drinker's will. It will make the drinker however old they wish to appear if they concentrate on the image of their new appearance while drinking. It is n extremely simple potion to brew if instructions are followed carefully. It is not advisable to experiment with this potion as mistakes can have disastrous consequences..." Ginny trailed off with a frown. "Should they really be letting us do this stuff if it says that the consequences could be disastrous?"
" It says that it is simple to brew if you follow the instructions," offered Colin. "And we're being supervised aren't we. But, considering my luck in potions..."
"What's the worst that could go wrong?"
"Hmmm, let me think. Being blown up; blowing the dungeons up; blowing Hogwar-"
"That question was meant to be rhetorical, Colin." Ginny smiled to herself; despite Colin's lack of talent in potions, he really was nice once you got to know him.

"Okay, step one. Add the juice of a crushed snail over a low fire and stir clockwise until the juice turns yellow and gives off a purple smo-No, Colin! A low fire." Ginny stopped Colin, who was trying to add the snail juice over a very high fire. "Oops," Ginny followed the instructions herself and helped Colin before continuing to the next step. "Step two," She began again. "Add the half the peel of half a pomegranate picked in October." This step was followed without much difficulty. "Step three, add two small beetle eyes and leave to simmer for two minutes." Ginny added her two eyes to the potion and left it there. She turned to face Colin who was trying to add his two beetle eyes straight from the jar. While stopping him from tipping the entire contents into his cauldron, Ginny filled up her vial with the now finished potion and slipped it into one of her pockets. "Do you need any help?" She asked the elder of the Creevey brothers. "No, no, no Colin! Don't stir the potion!" Whether it was because he couldn't hear her or that he was deliberately experimenting, Ginny did not know. Either way, the room suddenly filled with a green tinged smoke and there was a loud whirling noise in Ginny's ears. Her desperate yells were muffled by the smoke and blackness started to close into her and the strange sensation of falling was the last thing that Ginny felt before she started to lose consciousness.

When Ginny finally gained consciousness, she was lying with her cheek pressed firmly to the cold ground. Hauling herself up groggily, Ginny took in her surroundings. She was in Hogsmeade. How did she get there? Although she recognised certain shops and pubs, something was off...Ginny just couldn't put her finger on it. There was something wrong going on...

As she looked around, Ginny saw towers in the distance. One thought banished all other from her head. She must go to see Dumbledore. He would know what was going on. As she took her first step towards the castle, Ginny felt in her pocket and smiled to herself when she felt the familiar glass vial. A reminder of what she had left behind.

Phew, I've had this story planned for ages, but have been putting it off for months!

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