Disclaimer: I don't own it.

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.

"Weasley passes to Barkley. Excellent catch! Barkley passes to Winters – oooh close one. Slytherin in possession…"

Harry gritted his teeth.

"Come on, Winters. Make the effing catch!" Harry wasn't usually like this. It was only around the season's first and championship games that he began to swear and yell at every little thing.

"I'm doing my best, Potter!" Anna yelled at him. Her oval, icy blue eyes usually had a great amount of warmth in them. But not right now. Now it was just fury. Her light black, or maybe very dark brown, hair whipped around in its ponytail restraint. It was a windy day.

"No you're not! You can do better than that; I know you can, so do it!" Harry flew away angrily. A lot of things were going wrong. He hadn't found the Snitch, they were 30 points behind Hufflepuff, and the confidence of the team seemed to have shattered.

"Ooh and Jenkins is down! One of the Hufflepuff Chasers is out of the game!" The announcer shouted.

"Come on," Harry whispered. "We can do this. We can win this." It seemed like at least one of Gryffindor's players had regained their confidence. Ron was doing better now that a Chaser was out on the other team.

Another ten minutes passed, and Ginny had scored two goals. Ten points to go. Anna intercepted the Quaffle and shot forward. Soon, she had tied it up.

Finally, Harry saw light reflecting off of something near the center Hufflepuff post. He flew towards the glittering light, arm outstretched. His fingers wrapped around the Snitch, just as Anna made another goal.

"Ten more points – Harry Potter has got the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the game!"

The scarlet-clad Quidditch team flew down to the ground excitedly.

"We won!" Ginny shouted, hugging everyone around her. Harry was beaming. They had won the first match of the season. As the other students began heading back to the castle, the team entered their locker room.

"You guys all did great," Harry said, going towards the showers. "I'm really proud of all of you."

And so, the next couple of days passed by joyfully for the Gryffindors; not even Harry and Anna had any fights. They were all even happy to get to Potions, but maybe this was due to the fact that Snape no longer taught the class. It was now Professor Slughorn in charge.

"Hello, everyone," he said to the assembled N.E.W.T students. "Today, we will be brewing a rather complex potion. It is used to transport wizards and witches to very far away locations to which the distance is too great to Apparate comfortably. It is very rarely made and it will take several class periods to finish. The instructions are on the board. Begin!"

"Sir?" Neville asked, raising his hand timidly.

"Hmm?"

"What if we – er – spill the potion? I do that sometimes…" he said sheepishly. Slughorn smiled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Longbottom. There is a special way to activate the potion so, even if it is spilled all over you, it shouldn't have any effect." Neville seemed considerably happier now and began working on cutting up some daisy roots.

"This is horrible!" Ron exclaimed in a whisper, staring bug-eyed at the board. "Look at those instructions!" Indeed, Harry saw, the instructions seemed to go on forever, and looked very confusing.

"Better get started, I guess," he sighed. An hour later, he and Ron had barely gotten through the first five lines of instructions as they had to start over so often. Next to Ron's, Hermione's potion was bubbling away but, for once, it didn't look quite as it should. This visibly irritated her.

"Why can't I get it right?" she was muttering to herself, shaking her head. Next to her, Neville was much worse off. His potion looked almost jet black.

It was delightedly that the class left the steamy dungeon after class and headed to lunch.

"I'm going to die," Ron said, "Next time I have to look at that potion again. I mean, does Slughorn really expect anyone to finish it correctly?"

"It is rather difficult," Hermione agreed. "But I quite like a challenge."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, sitting down on the bench, "You would."

It was the next day. The Gryffindors were once again heading down to the dungeons for Potions class after lunch.

"Hermione," Ron said. "Do you still have that Time-Turner?"

"Yes, it broke so McGonagall said I could keep it," Hermione answered.

"Can I see it?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, sure." Hermione fished it out of her bag.

"How did it break?" Harry asked as Ron began playing with it.

"Fell into the bath. The clasp was bad, I think. Anyway, it's stuck now and won't turn anymore."

The group walked on. After a while, Neville joined them, carrying a large cup, much like the ones from the Three Broomsticks.

"What's in there, Neville?" Harry asked, sensing a foul smell issuing from the cup. Neville looked embarrassed

"The potion we were working on in Potions," he admitted sheepishly. "I wanted to try and fix it a little before class…I think I just made it worse, though." As he spoke, a big bubble burst and the potion trickled a little down the sides.

Harry didn't know whether to be amused or feel sorry for Neville and his potion. They were almost at the dungeon stairs when someone bumped into Harry and their bag spilled out of their hands. It was Anna. She knelt down to pick up her things, bumping into Harry again. He wanted to tell her off but was knocked sideways into Ron. Ron, in turn, stumbled and the Time-Turner flew out of his hands, landing right into Neville's potion.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed angrily. "My Time-Turner!" Neville stared into the potion.

"Sorry, Hermione," he said apologetically. "I don't think I should reach in there." Harry couldn't agree more. As he looked into Neville's cup, he saw the dark, grayish brown inside. It was anything but inviting.

"Potter," Anna said from behind him irritably. "Can you get out of the way so I can get to class on time?" He turned to look at her and noticed he was blocking her way.

"I didn't hear the magic word there, Winters," he said. She narrowed her eyes.

"Fine. If you won't move, I'll do it for you." With that, she gave Harry a great shove. He flew back into Ron, who staggered into Hermione, who fell onto Neville; as Neville fell, the cup containing his potion shot out of his hands. It seemed to hesitate for a moment in the air and then plummeted back down. The glass shattered on the ground, showering Harry and Anna with the potion and sending the Time-Turner back into the air as potion spilled out of the broken cup, still bubbling violently. Harry watched, as if in slow motion, as the Time-Turner fell back down to the ground and broke into a million glittering pieces. Then, they were gone.