Chapter eight: She Knows

A/N: I felt so cruel, writing a cliffhanger then not updating like that, but I was at a two-day leadership seminar/camp and didn't have access to a computer or Internet right after having an insanely busy day on Wednesday. I think my friend wanted to kill me once she read chapter seven!

Enjoy chapter eight.

I was unaware that she knew, at least, not until the next day after classes, when she took the opportunity of my free time to confront me.

"Hey Leigh, do you think you could help me with this divination question, I can't seem to figure it out," she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I, clueless of her true purpose, helped her out. "Basically, when looking into crystal balls, the picture is hazy and unclear to most witches and wizards, only a true Seer is able to see a clear image."

"Thanks, Leigh, or should I even be calling you that?"

This can't be good, I thought.

"Um, excuse me?"

"I was walking right behind you and 'Kyle' when you were talking on the way back from Slughorn's party," she stated, getting right to the point, even making air quotations around the word "Kyle."

How come we didn't see her? We are such idiots! I was panicking at this point.

"Yeah, so?" I tried playing innocent, putting on my best attempt at a confused expression, although it probably looked more like a grimace.

"You called him Potter and he called you Evans. He looks just like Harry, but with your eyes. You both nearly had a panic attack when you found out Sirius Black died last year. Who are you and where did you really come from? It's fairly obvious you aren't from Durmstrang," she really was intelligent.

"Alright, alright," I checked to make sure there was truly nobody nearby. "My real name is Lily Evans and Kyle's name is James Potter. He, being the insufferable idiot that he is, lit a crystal ball on fire during a divination class, sending us here. The professors know, but no one else, and have been trying to find a safe way to get us back to our time; 21 years ago. Also, the professors are annoyingly insistent that we know nothing of our futures," I added, still annoyed I couldn't know.

"Wow," Ginny was lost for words. "You're the Lily Evans and James Potter? I can't believe it."

"What are you talking about? Surely you've met at least the older version of James, him being Harry's dad and all."

She blushed: "Oh, yes. Of course."

I swear, having everybody but me know what happens in my life, and Potter's, for that matter, was like reading a book and having to look out for spoilers.

"Just one thing," I said.

"What is it?"

"Please do not tell anybody, anybody, who we really are," one person may know, but that does not mean anybody else should.

"Not even Harry, Ron and Hermione?"

"Especially not them. James is Harry's dad; what do you think he would do if he found out he had accidentally befriended a younger version of his own father? It's not as much of a big deal for me, I haven't seen any student here who could be mine, but if they know about me, they will realize who Potter is," Ginny's cheeks flushed again as though she knew something.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she had regained her composure after the initial shock.

"I wish I knew. I haven't the slightest clue as to how to get back," I explained. "The professors say it's not safe to try what got us here in the first place," I was still really mad at James for that, the idiot. "I think we should talk to Dumbledore about you knowing. I'm not sure how he'll react and I want his opinion."

"No problem. Should we get Ky– er, James?"

"Sure. I think he's in the Great Hall"

The two of us walked down the corridors, Ginny asking me about myself the whole way, until we finally reached the Great Hall. Along the way, several paintings started following us, walking from one frame to the next, clearly intrigued by this revelation.

"Hey, Kyle, could you come with Ginny and I for a minute?" I said, noticing how Harry's head snapped up at the sound of his best friend's sister's name.

"Sure," I may not like James, but it was extremely helpful how he didn't question what I was doing, especially at times like this.

Wordlessly, Ginny and I dragged James out into the corridors until we were sure there was nobody around. We slipped into a dark corner where James listened carefully to how Ginny had found out about us and how she wouldn't tell anybody.

"You know," he said, "I still don't get why we can't tell people."

"Because, Potter, how do you think Harry would react knowing he befriended a younger version of his own father?" I gave the same explanation as I had given Ginny a few minutes previous. "Honestly."

"Right, right. Well, let's go talk to Dumbledore, then."

Once in front of the large stone gargoyle, I stated the password, having been up to Dumbledore's office multiple times to discuss what was going on.

"Acid Pops."

The statue leapt to the side, revealing a large stone staircase. We walked to the top and James knocked three times on the oak door.

"Enter," the headmaster's voice sounded from inside the office. "Ah, Miss Evans and Mister Potter, I trust you bring good news? Or perhaps not," he added, upon seeing our expressions. We both moved over to reveal Ginny standing behind us, previously hidden behind James' broad-shouldered figure. "Miss Weasley! I did not see you there. I assume I would be correct to guess that you figured out our little secret?"

"Yes, sir. I was walking behind James and Lily and heard them use their real names. It wasn't their fault; I was far enough behind that they couldn't see me but I could hear them."

"I see. And do you plan on telling anybody else about this?"

"No, sir. Lily told me you didn't want anybody to know."

"Yeah, I still don't get that," James stated shamelessly.

"James!" I exclaimed, incredulous that he would say something so disrespectful to Dumbledore. He grinned. "What?" I snapped, annoyed.

"You called me James."

"Are you serious? Our biggest secret was just revealed, and you care that I used your first name? Ugh, never mind," I gave up. "What do you suggest we do, professor?" I turned to Dumbledore, who was still chucking slightly at my redaction to James.

"Well, unless you do not trust Ginevra's ability to keep a secret, I suggest you continue on as normal."

"You don't think we should do anything?"

"I don't see why not. Miss Weasley, here, is a trustworthy person, or so I have been told, not having talked to her much. Minerva and myself will continue to find a safe way to get you two back, this is only a small bump in the road, nothing to worry about," he did have a very good way of convincing people of his way of seeing things.

"Alright." James and I responded in unison.

A/N: There's not much to say here. Again, I'm sorry for not updating, I feel bad about that.

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