Nothing belongs to me, if it did, it would be my name over the front of all those books, and I'd be rich!

Enjoy!

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"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Feeling brave, are you now, Potter. Or will you be spending another night in the hospital wing?"

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy."

"I can say what I want, Potter. Unlike you, I've never fallen off my broom!"

Crabbe and Goyle sputter out a few laughs stupidly, highlighting the emptiness of the voids that resides in each of their fat little heads.

"What's that Weasley's riding? Why would anyone put a flying charm on a mouldy old log like that?"

"*Mock baby voice* Ahhh, too scared to face up to me? *Normal voice* I thought a trade mark Gryffindor was to be brave! Or was that before Weasel joined that joke you call a team?"

Weasley Is Our King.

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Hermione, who had come out with Harry and Ron, had seen the Slytherins in the stands, and having had enough of the in classes, decided to turn back into the castle. After all, if her friends needed restraining from what the Slytherins might say, there was the whole team to do so. Hermione trudged unhappily back to the castle, knowing the outburst that would await her when Ron and Harry got back to the common room.

"Password?"

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia!"

"Correct. You may enter." The Fat Lady said as she swung off her hinges, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor Common room. Hermione stepped inside, and immediately saw two people.

"Oh, Harry, what are you doing here? I thought you were at Quidditch practice."

"What did you call me?" Harry said, with a strange questioning look in his eyes, and turned to look at a very cute boy, with elegant dark hair that Hermione had never seen before.

"Um, who are you?" Harry asked

"Hermione?" she said, unsure of the question. Did harry have amnesia?

"Oh. Um. My name's James. James Potter, and this is my best friend, Sirius Black."

"But… What… no! Oh, my God, its true!!" Hermione said, looking closely at James, seeing that his eyes were hazel, and that Harry's characteristic lightening bolt scar was gone. Also, James's nose was slightly different. Longer, but it looked right. In fact, he looked slightly more charming than harry. In fact, that very word may come in to it – charm!

"Pardon me for interrupting this little…, um, well, pardon me for asking such a weird question, but when is it?" said Sirius uncomfortably.

"Approximately twenty years in your future."

"How'd you know-"

"Let's just say we kinda know some people" Ron said, exchanging a glance with Hermione.

"So, who's this Harry?" said James, sitting on one of the common room sofas, Sirius sitting down a second later.

"Later, not really a good question to ask now."

"Oh, ok then" James said, disappointed.

Suddenly, three people come in, two boys and a girl. All three had red and gold Quidditch robes on. Two of them were almost identical, obviously identical twins. They had bright red hair and freckles, and a glint in their eyes that James and Sirius recognised. Between them was a very white looking girl, covered in blood. On second glance, she was only having a very bad nosebleed, and by the looks of the twins who had helped her in, they had something to do with it. Obviously not a fight they were responsible for, but a trick that had gone wrong, to judge by the way the twins were quietly arguing, muttering words like "where did it go, I thought you had it" and muttering colours, like purple and orange. The three of them went off up the stairs to, presumably, their own dormitory, and Sirius opened his mouth to question who they were, but Hermione beat him to it.

"The two boys are the Weasley twins, one of my best friends brothers. They are also your successors, the 'now' trouble makers. I'm sure you'll find their company both very fun and interesting, and I'm sure you'll come up with some very outrageous and extravagant plots. Now, I suggest that we go, cus if they're back, then harry and Ron, who is the twins brother, will be coming back too, and I think it would be best if you keep out of their way. Until later, anyway," she added, at the look on the two time travellers faces "boy, you two could be twins. Look, just go to the top dormitory on the boys side, ill catch you up there with a book or two, to see exactly how you did this!"

The two were only just out of site, when Harry and Ron came in, muttering angrily.

"How was practice?"

"It was-" Harry began.

"Completely lousy" Ron finished off in a hollow voice, slumping into the sofa with Harry, exactly where James and Sirius had been.

So began the gloomy Quidditch talk.

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