I'm just in a Harry Potter kind of mood. So yeah.
Heh.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm J.K. Rowling, and I own everything related to Harry Potter. And I'm really pissed at all you people pretending to be me.
Hah, no, I'm really some no-talent loser sitting on the computer like a total nerd. But it would totally rock to be J.K. Rowling!
-J.K.R.
No, joking. Lol
Oh-and I realized that I made a mistake; Fred/George aren't in school anymore, are they? Ah well, I changed it; so there. Hmph.
Let's just say they're Harry/Ron/Hermione's age. And I feel completely stupid; Epilogue comes at the end. That was the Prologue. I'm stupid this morning.
-Sa x33
Chapter 2, Her Nose was in a Book
James Potter started. There he had been, chasing Snivellus for calling Lily 'Mudblood', and then a rather lovely girl was standing in front of him, reading a book.
Snape kept on running, but James just stood and stared. Her eyes were glued to the page, and she didn't notice, which only gave him more of an incentive to take in her beauty. Her dark brown hair fell in graceful curls to her elbows, and a few strands were hanging in her face. She was wearing a white shirt that was just tight enough, but not too much so, and a pair of hip-hugging jeans. A pair of sneakers adorned her feet, and she was walking and reading at the same time. Then there came a small shout and a startled-looking mirror-image of himself appeared out of midair.
The boy rushed over to the girl, who was still absorbed in her book. "Hermione, I think I just saw Snape back there," he muttered quietly.
"That's funny," the girl (Hermione, apparently) said, not tearing her eyes away from her book, "What's he doing on the train? Usually, teachers don't—,"
"Shh," the boy cut her off. He had looked up and seen James. "Hello," he said, smiling nervously.
"Hi," James said, rather confusedly. "Who're you?"
"I'm Harry," the boy said, offering his hand, "Harry Po…" he trailed off. "Harry Potley."
"James Potter," James said shortly, shaking Harry's hand.
"This is Hermione Granger," Harry said, waving a hand towards Hermione. She didn't even look up, just waved.
"What the bloody hell!" came a voice at the end of the hall. There was Snivelly, but he'd crashed into a disgruntled looking red-head. "How in the—," he broke off at the sight of Harry, "Blimey, Harry! Where are we? Is that—," he stopped at the look on Harry's face.
James had a sneaking suspicion that they were hiding something. "This is my best mate, Ron Weatherby," Harry said, pulling Ron over. Ron looked a bit confused, then said, "You must be James Potter."
There was a snap, and James looked up to see Hermione had shut her book.
"Yeah, I am," James muttered. "You lot all look a bit confused…are you transfers?"
"Yeah," said a voice from behind him. He spun around and found two red-headed boys grinning behind him. "We're Ron's brothers; Fred and George," Fred said.
"I'm James," said James. He just looked around at them all. "So…yeah."
"This has been sufficiently awkward," deemed Hermione, blushing when James smiled at her. "Do you know where we might be able to sit?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, well uhm…a couple of you can sit with me and my mates," James offered, "But I don't think there'll be enough room for all of us."
"Well, Harry and I'll sit with you, and you lot can look for an empty compartment," Hermione said, smiling. Harry nodded.
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"James, what took you so lo—," Sirius stopped when he saw the people standing behind his best friend. "Who are you?" he asked, rather rudely.
"Padfoot, these are some new transfers," James said, inviting himself to sit down across his friend, next to Remus. "That's Hermione," he waved a hand at Hermione as she sat next to Sirius and delved back into her book, "And this is Harry." Harry sat next to Remus, who was squished between Harry and James. Peter was sitting on Sirius's left, and Hermione on his right.
"Uh-huh." Sirius looked over at Hermione. "What are you reading?" he asked with interest.
"It's really just something I picked up off a shelf this morning," she shrugged.
"But you're already nearly done!"
"Hermione's a bit of a bookworm," Harry interjected before he could stop himself.
"Oh, har, har," Hermione laughed dryly. "Very clever, Harry. If you're going to be rude, then I'll go sit with the others. Lord knows they need someone responsible in there watching them."
"No, no. C'mon, Herms, I was just having a joke."
"Where I come from, jokes are funny." She snapped her book shut.
"Does she remind you of anyone, James?" Sirius asked pointedly.
"Yeah. She's a bit like Evans."
Harry choked on nothing. "You alright, mate?" asked James as Remus thumped him on the back.
"Yeah," he coughed, "I'm fine." He threw a nervous glance at Hermione. "Who's Evans?"
"Oh, she's this girl that James is crazy about," blurted Peter.
"Wormtail!" yelped James, blushing like mad.
"Sorry!" he squeaked.
YAAAAAAY! I got a review! (does the 'I got a review' dance)
BloodyMary: Thanks for the review! I'm excited for my new story, too. Not much Snape activity yet, sorry, but there shall be; I promise.
Now I'm off to write more…possibly!
-Sa x33
