Chapter 7: Yearbook memories
Hermione Granger ran her finger over the spins of the leather bound books looking for a specific book called, Powers of the Fates. The book was… not there.
'Where is it? The last to check that book out was…' Hermione made her eyes to the card system, which was odd for many people, because many did not care for the cards but Hermione liked to see who check out the books, incase the book went missing and she could track it down, like now.
'Ahh here is the card… The last person to check it out was Ethan Riddle. Whose is he?' Hermione wondered as she made her way back to her study group that consisted of Ginny, Jane (a girl in Ginny's dorm) and Alexia (a fourth year Ravenclaw.)
The girls were huddled at the table in the back of the stacks, giggling and whispering to each other over a thick book. Hermione grabbed a chair and sat in the middle of Jane and Ginny.
"What are you laughing at?" Hermione whispered. Ginny smiled at her friend and said, "Yearbook of 78'"
Hermione looked down at the book in front of her and turned the page to different pictures, one specifically caught her eye. Two young men of 17 stood next to a sleeping, their faces lined with laughter lines. The man next to the sleeping figure was tall and had deep brown hair, which fell into his handsome face and blue eyes. The other man had messy black hair, his hazel eyes twinkled happily behind glasses. Hermione immediately knew who this was it was James Potter.
'The resemblance is startling,' Hermione thought, looking James Potter as he flicked the sleeping figure, which was leaning against an old willow tree.
Hermione looked down at the caption under the picture it said, 'Poor Remus Lupin is tormented by James Potter and Sirius Black. Poor guy! Lily, keep more of a leash on him!'
"Oh my! That's Sirius Black, he's so HOT!" James giggled but Alexia frowned.
"But he's a criminal!"
"A hot criminal, he can come into my house anytime." Ginny snickered as Jane wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, while Hermione was imagining poor Sirius being tormented by Jane.
Jane turned her eyes back to the other person in the picture and gasped.
"Wow that looks so much like Harry!"
"Yeah," Ginny agreed, her eyes looking sad at the young mischievous Potter. "He seems so happy!"
Hermione decided to get the conversation away from James Potter and said, "You guys want to go show this to Harry. Maybe Harry can tell us why they are tormenting poor Professor Lupin."
"Sure." The others agreed, while Ginny checked the book out, grabbed her bag, and made her way to the entrance of the library, where the others were waiting impatiently.
Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor, hoping Harry would be here for lunch however, she spotted Mark Evans. He sat alone, while the other kids in his year laughed and talked about their first week at Hogwarts.
Hermione winced sympathetically; she knew what it was like to have no friends, to be on your own.
'If only they knew how much Harry likes spending time with him!' Hermione thought, thinking of Harry's happy chatter of about the time he spent with Mark.
"Hey Mark," She called out. Mark head shot up at the call his eyes meeting hers.
"Hey Hermione," he whispered back, as she sat down.
"You know where Harry is?" Hermione asked.
Mark shook his head, and then got a thoughtful expression.
"I think he's near the old willow outside," Mark answered. Hermione shot up and as the she turned the yearbook fell out of her bag and onto the table, a page opened. Mark looked at the picture of four people.
Three were young men. The one on the left of the red-headed women, who had deep green eyes that reminded Marks of Harry, laughed and slide her arm around the waist of… Harry?
"What the?!" Mark exclaimed as Hermione whipped around, and it drew the attention of the rest of the Gryffindors. They crowded around, leaving a space for Hermione to sit down.
"What is this?" Fred Weasley asked who had come with a few other seventh years.
"It's a photograph duh!" A feisty fourth year said smirking but turned her eyes to the picture.
"Whats wrong Evans frightened of moving things? That explains the lack of friends!" said James Kinling, surrounded by his posse.
"So I don't move?" An amused voice said from behind Hermione. Everyone turned their eyes to Harry Potter, who was standing casually next to the table, his hands in his pocket, his eyes shining with power.
"I-I-I," James Kinling stuttered. Harry got a cool smirk on his face and said coolly, "Whats the matter Kinling? Cat got you tongue." Hermione almost shivered when he said thins. He sounded so powerful so… Slytherin. Kinling diverted his eyes and shook his head before moving away from Mark, leaving an empty spot.
Harry plopped down in the empty spot, but shouted after Kinling, "Thanks for the spot!" Harry turned his attention to the picture, smiling at the young men, who laughed and pocked each other while the young woman, mock chided her boyfriend.
"Wow, Harry," Mark whispered, but everyone hear him. "This is your Dad?" Harry nodded and pointed out the young women.
"This was my mum," Harry said, but then gave a wryly smile, "her name was Lily Evans."
Harry James Potter stared into the eyes of Zeus, while keeping himself cool and trying not to blow the head off the Sky Lord. Zeus smirked as he continued his speech about the wizard kind, how they were stupid and ignorant and how they should be destroyed, all while watching the young wizard stare back at him coolly with steely blue eyes.
'Tal about ignorant!' Harry thought, scowling mentaly.
"So," Zeus drawled brining his brother, Poseidon, closer to him with a wave of his hand. His wife scowled at her husband's arrogance. Athena shook her head at her Dad's ignorance and Ares smirked, but for a different t reason. He could feel the anger and resentment steaming off the young man in front of the Gods.
"I," Harry whispered, his eyes dancing with sudden inner power. "must tell you m y real identity before you go off to my race. I am Lord Fate."
Zeus's face paled and he almost gapped at the young man before saying, "Prove it." Harry scowled and pointed his finger to a statue of Zeus, made of pure gold. It crumbled into dust before floating away with fierce winds.
"That enough? Or would you like for me to get an identity check?" Harry drawled with a voice that would have made Sal proud.
"N-no," Zeus stammered looking at his statue with a sad look. "It's great to have you here My Lord. The wizard kind is brilliant-," Harry cut him off with a look of 'Do you think bribing me will do anything?'
"I am leaving," Harry announced after a few minutes of silence.
"Why?" Hera asked.
"I have done my report and it's up to shape." Harry looked around coldly but then broke into a heart-warming smile. "Don't blow anyone up Zeus."
He winked at them before disappearing in a flash of flames.
Ron Weasley looked over the chessboard where his friend was sitting, his deep green eyes lit with happiness. Harry really was not paying attention to the game, but was winning. Harry smiled at the banter of the students, the warmness in everyone's faces. A home.
Harry blinked and got up from the seat and nodded to a shocked Ron before heading out to write a letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
I miss seeing you guys (even in pink!) and I can't wait till X-mas break.
This year there is something called the Founder's Riddle. I think you may have heard of it, but you and Dad weren't in it because 5 and 7th years are choosen from a goblet- what is it with these evil goblets?- after they put their names and blood on a piece of paper. I hope they are choosen soon; the tention in the school is so heavy you can cut it with a spoork.
Love
Harry Potter, the boy-who- hates- goblets!
As he made his way back from the owlery, a voice whispered, "Harry!" Harry was alert immediately, only to grin sheepishly at Hermione and Ron, who were looking excited.
"Whats up?" Harry asked to the two cheerful friends.
"We're in the Founder's Riddle! Professor Dumbledore came into the common room a few minuets after you left telling us, you, me Ron, Fred and George won" Hermione squealed happily before Ron could get a word in otherwise.
Harry nodded calmly before thinking,' What have I gotten my self into?' Then he blinked. 'Wow I think that way to much for my liking!"
Dear Hater of Goblets,
Man do you have bad luck!
That's not a good way to start a letter Padfoot. There are elementry skills-
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, I bet you read a book on it sometime before. Anyway Harry, I can't wait till X-mas break, your going down Pronglet!
Notice you wrote Pronglet, he is the son of James and Lily Potter, two evil genius in pranking!
Whatever! Its been a slow week for us. I wonder who will be picked for Founder's Riddle..
Potential Heir of course, duh! Pads you have to read-
Quiet PMS!
-tackles Padfoot-
-fights for the quill only getting it long enough to write-
Love,
Sirius
Moony
Hey loves!
This is short but sweet. Now you may be asking why I added the Gods in there… Well I felt like it was time to show a little Gods that's all.
Tell me what you think!
Bookworrm622
