Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. *police appear out of
nowhere and grab my arms* Okay! Okay! I solemnly swear that I am up to no
good. *police start to drag me away* ... *Marauders' Map appears* I SWEAR
I'M INNOCENT!!!!! *kicking and screaming my head off being dragged away*
OKAY!!!!! FINE!!!!!!!! I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I OWN THE WHOLE HARRY POTTER
FRANCHISE!!!!!! *police stare at me with looks saying, 'That's why we're
taking you away, duh,' and start dragging me away again* ALL RIGHT!!!!!!!!
ALL RIGHT!!!!!!! *sob sob sob* I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I OWN ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER, NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!!!!!! *sob sob sob*
*police reluctantly let me go* Jeez, you police dudes and your TEMPERS ...
where's JKR so I can buy Harry from her????
Summary: It's been done SOOOOOO many times, but I don't care. I can still write it. So there. Nyah, nyah. *sticks tongue out at poopie police* Hah. Anyway, some certain people to back to a certain time and they meet OTHER certain people and they all have certain adventures!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! What's not to like????????? Cummon, read and review. For me? *bats eyelashes and puts on cutesy face* Pretty, pretty please??????
Harry Potter rested his head on his hands and stared lazily out the window. Professor Binns' voice droned on and on, but no one – with, of course, the exception of Hermione – was paying the slightest attention.
Harry watched as two birds chased each other across the grounds, swooping and darting in the autumn sunshine. He wondered vaguely what kind of birds they were. A sharp poke in his side brought him back to class.
He glanced to his right. Hermione was glaring at him. "Take notes," she hissed. He rolled his eyes.
"Hermione, you know that we can't concentrate properly in this class. There's a sort of magical barrier that we regular students just can't get past. You, however, seem to be some sort of superhuman witch, so can't we please just study off you later?" he whispered. Hermione rolled her eyes in turn, but looked slightly mollified.
Harry turned and stared out the window again. The two birds weren't there anymore. He wondered where they had gone. He let his mind wander until his thoughts landed on Sirius.
Harry sat with his head down on the desk, trying not to think about it and failing miserably. The loss of his godfather, the closest thing to a father he had ever known, had put Harry into a depression over the entire summer holidays. To see all of his friends again when the school year began had cheered him up – for a day or two. Then he had gone back to brooding.
He could always hear the whispers that followed him constantly through the halls and classes. He could always just see, out of the corners of his eyes, gazes flicking his way whenever he passed. The world knew he wasn't lying, now. They all knew that he had been telling the truth. That'd show them.
Everyone in the school – with the exceptions of the Slytherins and a certain Potions Master – was being considerably friendlier toward him than they had been last year, when they'd all thought he was a lunatic. It did something to ease his suffering, but that was a very small something.
Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair agitatedly. It was so unfair. All of his friends were sympathetic and comforting, but no one could truly replace Sirius. A hole sat in the pit of his stomach constantly, draining his energy and putting him in unhappy moods, to say the least.
He didn't deserve it.
What had Sirius ever done that was so horrible that his punishment was to be killed by his own cousin, a Death Eater? What crime had he committed?
He stole a Hippogriff, Harry thought sardonically, and almost chuckled out loud. No, wait – that was me and Hermione who stole the Hippogriff. He didn't even do that.
He distinctly heard the quill on the desk next him stop scratching away at the parchment. Harry turned and glanced at his friend. She was looking at him with concern.
He shook his head. I don't want to talk about it right now. She nodded to signify that she understood, and went back to taking notes.
Ron, on the other side of Hermione, leaned back in his chair to look past her at Harry. The black-haired boy didn't look up; his face was buried in his arms at the moment.
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, and then both turned to Harry, who was oblivious to the look they had exchanged. Hermione touched his shoulder lightly.
"Are you okay?" she said softly. Ron nodded, looking worried.
"Fine," Harry said, his voice muffled. The other two glanced at each other again and backed off, not wanting to make their friend angry.
Harry silently cursed himself. Why won't you talk to them about it? A little voice spoke to him inside his head. They just want to help.
The bell signalling the end of class rang out, and everyone snapped out of their dazes and stood up to leave, the buzz of conversation starting up again.
Ron took a step toward Harry as the three stood up, and said warily, "You sure, mate?"
Harry nodded shortly. "I'm fine. Let's go," he said, and headed for the door.
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other for the third time in as many minutes, and hurried out of the classroom to catch him up.
A/N: Well?????? Whaddya think?????? I hate writing little introduction things like this where nothing really happens, but I have LOTS OF IDEAS for the plot and will get working on the next chapters RIGHT AWAY!!!!!!! Review, review, REVIEW!!!! Can't stress this enough, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! If you read this and don't review, that is the worst crime of all!!!!! So ...................................... PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! (
Summary: It's been done SOOOOOO many times, but I don't care. I can still write it. So there. Nyah, nyah. *sticks tongue out at poopie police* Hah. Anyway, some certain people to back to a certain time and they meet OTHER certain people and they all have certain adventures!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! What's not to like????????? Cummon, read and review. For me? *bats eyelashes and puts on cutesy face* Pretty, pretty please??????
Harry Potter rested his head on his hands and stared lazily out the window. Professor Binns' voice droned on and on, but no one – with, of course, the exception of Hermione – was paying the slightest attention.
Harry watched as two birds chased each other across the grounds, swooping and darting in the autumn sunshine. He wondered vaguely what kind of birds they were. A sharp poke in his side brought him back to class.
He glanced to his right. Hermione was glaring at him. "Take notes," she hissed. He rolled his eyes.
"Hermione, you know that we can't concentrate properly in this class. There's a sort of magical barrier that we regular students just can't get past. You, however, seem to be some sort of superhuman witch, so can't we please just study off you later?" he whispered. Hermione rolled her eyes in turn, but looked slightly mollified.
Harry turned and stared out the window again. The two birds weren't there anymore. He wondered where they had gone. He let his mind wander until his thoughts landed on Sirius.
Harry sat with his head down on the desk, trying not to think about it and failing miserably. The loss of his godfather, the closest thing to a father he had ever known, had put Harry into a depression over the entire summer holidays. To see all of his friends again when the school year began had cheered him up – for a day or two. Then he had gone back to brooding.
He could always hear the whispers that followed him constantly through the halls and classes. He could always just see, out of the corners of his eyes, gazes flicking his way whenever he passed. The world knew he wasn't lying, now. They all knew that he had been telling the truth. That'd show them.
Everyone in the school – with the exceptions of the Slytherins and a certain Potions Master – was being considerably friendlier toward him than they had been last year, when they'd all thought he was a lunatic. It did something to ease his suffering, but that was a very small something.
Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair agitatedly. It was so unfair. All of his friends were sympathetic and comforting, but no one could truly replace Sirius. A hole sat in the pit of his stomach constantly, draining his energy and putting him in unhappy moods, to say the least.
He didn't deserve it.
What had Sirius ever done that was so horrible that his punishment was to be killed by his own cousin, a Death Eater? What crime had he committed?
He stole a Hippogriff, Harry thought sardonically, and almost chuckled out loud. No, wait – that was me and Hermione who stole the Hippogriff. He didn't even do that.
He distinctly heard the quill on the desk next him stop scratching away at the parchment. Harry turned and glanced at his friend. She was looking at him with concern.
He shook his head. I don't want to talk about it right now. She nodded to signify that she understood, and went back to taking notes.
Ron, on the other side of Hermione, leaned back in his chair to look past her at Harry. The black-haired boy didn't look up; his face was buried in his arms at the moment.
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, and then both turned to Harry, who was oblivious to the look they had exchanged. Hermione touched his shoulder lightly.
"Are you okay?" she said softly. Ron nodded, looking worried.
"Fine," Harry said, his voice muffled. The other two glanced at each other again and backed off, not wanting to make their friend angry.
Harry silently cursed himself. Why won't you talk to them about it? A little voice spoke to him inside his head. They just want to help.
The bell signalling the end of class rang out, and everyone snapped out of their dazes and stood up to leave, the buzz of conversation starting up again.
Ron took a step toward Harry as the three stood up, and said warily, "You sure, mate?"
Harry nodded shortly. "I'm fine. Let's go," he said, and headed for the door.
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other for the third time in as many minutes, and hurried out of the classroom to catch him up.
A/N: Well?????? Whaddya think?????? I hate writing little introduction things like this where nothing really happens, but I have LOTS OF IDEAS for the plot and will get working on the next chapters RIGHT AWAY!!!!!!! Review, review, REVIEW!!!! Can't stress this enough, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! If you read this and don't review, that is the worst crime of all!!!!! So ...................................... PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! (