I do not own Harry Potter or any original characters. I've been meaning to write this for a while now. Anything that is the same as Deathly Hallows is by coincidence or a freaky twin link I may have with JK, or just too awesome for people to NOT know about. Please enjoy, critique and review. Thank you. I'll try not to but spoilers in, but some I already called so…who knows. Oh and sorry this is so short. I'll try to make the next ones longer.
Chapter 3
Why does everyone hate me?
Harry looked around the Great Hall watching for Hermione and Ron. He caught Ron's flaming hair out of the corner of his eye. "Ron!" Harry shouted running to them. "Hermione!"
The longtime couple eyed Harry suspiciously. "What?" Hermione snapped. Harry stopped, slightly taken back by her fierceness.
"I need your help." The two watched him carefully as he pulled out the crumpled parchment. He smoothed it out on the table, carefully. "Hermione, I need your help to get these ingredients."
"Why don't you just buy 'em yourself over the holiday, Potter?" Ron snapped.
"What?"
"We leave tomorrow. Christmas is Monday. Remember?"
Harry tore his eyes away form Ron, looking to Hermione to explain what was going on. Hermione was looking worriedly over the tattered parchment.
"Where'd you get this?" She asked, the worry clear in her voice.
Harry smiled, he had her interest at least. He sat down across from them, ignoring the glares from the other Gryfindors. He leaned across, and whispered, even with Ron's glare it seemed to Harry that he was back in his reality. 'I'm not from here'
'What?' Hermione whispered back. She watched him, suddenly disbelieving. "Where's your time turner?"
'That's not what I meant.' Harry whispered, "I'm not from here. I think--" Harry stopped, spotting Ginny with Neville. He either didn't notice that Ginny wasn't paying much attention to his flirting as she searched the Great Hall. "Neville should stop flirting with Ginny." Harry snapped, louder and clearer than he'd meant to.
"Yeah, he does." Ron grumbled.