A/N: Well, thank you all for the reviews that you gave. Though there weren't a lot of them, they still made the difference. And for all of you reading this now, keep on reviewing! By the way, as you may have guessed, I suck at spelling. So be aware that there will probably be countless errors in most of my stories. Enjoy....
Back to the Past
Remus walked along the dark hallway alone and unloved. He dragged is feet, and hung his head. Earliar that morning, he had tried to ask out Patty Bridges, the most beautiful girl in the world to him. She had turned him down because he was 'too much of a loser' for her. He felt the dampness of a tear fall slowly down his cheek.
Sudennly, he heard voices coming towards him. He wipe away the tell-tale tears on his face, and turned to look at who was coming.
Siruis and Mikal were walking down the hall in heated discussion. "Can't we just preform another spell and bring him back again?"
"No, Siuis, we can't. I already told you that if we did another spell he might never come back, and we would never see him again." Mikal looked a little fed up with Sirius. She glanced up and saw Remus. "Hey, what are you doing up so late? Is it that time of the month already?" She looked out a window at the moon. It was only a crescent. She shot a questioning glance at Remus.
"Oh," he muttered, "I was just getting a little fresh air." He hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt.
"Whatever," Sirius voiced, and tried to lead Mikal into the common room.
"Wait," she persisted. "Remus, if something is wrong, talk to us." She put her hand on his shoulder, and tried to look him in the eye as she said this. He turned away so she couldn't see his face.
Sirius rolled his eyes, and groaned. "Come on!" he told Mikal. "We have a lot of work to think about. Besides, he said he was fine already!"
Mikal shot an icy look at Sirius. "Ok, point taken." He turned on his heel, and made his way into the common room alone.
"Now Sirius, tell me what happened." She patted a tile on the floor next to her as she sat down.
He took a seat next to her. "Like Sirius said, I'm perfectly fine." Unfortunately, his voice cracked in the middle of saying this, and Mikal knew he was lying to save face. She let him put his head on her shoulder. And there they sat for a long time talking about anything an everything.
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Hermione opened her eyes to a beautiful gray morning. She stretched her arms above her head, and yawned. Slipping on her robe, she walked sleepily out of the girl's dorm down into the common room. There she found Harry and Ron playing a game of exploding snap. She smiled at her friends, and became a spectator in the game.
After many noisy rounds of snap, the three students got dressed and went down to breakfast. "No food fights today, all right?" Ron told them all. They exchanged devious smiles with eachother.
"So," Harry said, buttering his toast, "don't we have that Potions test today?" He passed Hermione the pumpkin juice and jam.
Ron went white. "Potions test? Today?" he squeaked. "Er, I mean, yeah, of course it's today." He shoved a piece of friut in his pocket, along with some toast. "I'll catch you guys later." And with that, he took off to the dorm once again.
Hermione smiled. "Looks like someone didn't study last night," she teased. She handed Neville the butter. "So Harry, what do you think we should do about your little 'trip'?"
"Trip?" Neville asked. "Is Harry leaving? Oh please, Harry, don't leave me here alone with Malfoy!" He clapsed his hands and began to beg desperately.
Harry and Hermione laughed, and caught Neville up on Harry's little time travel excurrsion. "As I was saying, what should we do about it?" Hermione questioned again.
"Well, knowing you, you'll probably want to go to the library and check out spells and things like that." Hermione smiled and nodded. "Neville could help you with that," he suggested.
"No," Neville reminded them, "I've got detention from Trelawny for falling asleep in class three times this week."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," Harry said. He scratched his head in thought. "Then I'll go with Hermione, and you can help us later, ok?" Neville nodded in response, and left the table for detention.
After finishing breakfast, Harry and Hermione headed off to the library to search for any clues to what made Harry travel through time like he did.
"Oh, here we go," Hermione announced. "I think I found something." She brought a large book with a green cover to the table they were sitting at. "It says here that people can be sent back in time for various reasons." She began to name off many many reasons why someone might go back in time. "Wait, here's one. It says 'One from the past can summon a leader or role-model from the future. The spell takes almost no experience, and can easily be preformed.' Maybe that's what happened to you Harry."
"Huh?" Harry croaked. He had dosed off during Hermione's enormous list of things that could have happened. "Leaders from the future? I'm a leader?"
"Not necessarily. You could just be a role-model, or an important person. I'd say, by the looks of your scar, you're pretty important to this day and age." Harry rolled his eyes. "Defeating Voldemort is a pretty big thing to most people," she reminded him.
"I guess you could be right," Harry said. "But there's still the chance that you're wrong."
"Well, why don't we see if we can get you to go back to the past again and find out." Her eyes lit up with excitement.
Two hours later, Hermione had devised a way for Harry to be sent back to the past again. She had set up a spell that would 'respark' the original spell in a way. "Ok, are you ready Harry?" she asked him.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he told her. He closed his eyes, and relaxed, awaiting the spell to take action.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was standing in the same classroom Hermione had chosen for the spell, but with out Hermione. And just because the classroom was empty when Hermione had used it, didn't mean that it wasn't empty now. He looked at the door where students were filling in and taking their seats.
"I don't see why we even have to bring him back here in the first place," one of the students said. Harry recognized him as the Sirius-look-alike. He was talking to the girl with dark hair he'd spoken to in the Great Hall.
"Because," she replied, "if we don't-" She stopped speaking, and looked up to see Harry standing in the middle of the classroom looking like an idiot. She look at the Sirius-wanna-be, and they both ran up to Harry, grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him out of the classroom.
As they left the room, another boy asked them, "Mikal, who's tha-" but he couldn't finish his sentance because the girl had grabbed him aswell, and they all four ran down the hall to the Gryffindor house.
When they reached the Fat Lady, the second boy said, "Lemony fresh," and the portrait swung open. The girl and 'Sirius' threw Harry through the portrait hole.
"Be gentle with the poor lad," the Fat Lady warned them. 'Sirius' flipped her off as he jumped through the hole after Harry. The Fat Lady could be heard gasping.
"Who are you, and where are you from?" the girl demanded, flinging Harry onto the arm chair near the fireplace. She glared down on him with dark, yet beautiful, eyes that seemed to look strait through him.
"I.....er....," he stammered. "I'm.....Harry. I'm from the future apparently. And who are you?" He tried to look back at her with the same intensity, but failed at it.
"We ask the questions around her, Bucko," she almost yelled at him.
"Mikal, geesh, calm down and give poor, er, Harry some room to breath," the Sirius-look-like told her. She backed off from Harry, but still kept an eye on him where ever he moved.
"Let me ask you one question if I may," Harry voiced, hoping Mikal wouldn't pounce on him again. "Did one of you do a spell to bring a leader or role-model or something like that back in time?" He looked around the room at each person. He noticed that the second boy, the one they had grabbed outside the classroom, was just sitting on a couch, watching Harry as well. Though he watched Harry with a kind look in his eyes, not a harsh one like Mikal's.
"Well, Mikal here was doing some experimentation, and you ended up popping in and out of time," 'Sirius' told him.
"Damn," Harry muttered, "Hermione was right." Then he asked, "Who are you guys?" He especially wanted to know if it really was Sirius.
The boy on the couch finally made a sound. He told Harry, "That's Sirius, and Mikal. I'm just stupid old Remus Lupin." He hung his head a bit, while Harry sat strait up and opened his eyes wide.
"Um, er," he stuttered. "You wouldn't happen to know a James Potter, would you?"
"Did someone say my name?" came a voice from the door to the boy's dorm. "Sirius, what's going on? Who is that? Remus, why do you look like your mother just died?" Nobody said anything to the boy Harry knew was his father. "Damn you assholes, why don't you talk?"
Harry stood up, turned around, and looked his father right in the eye. "Well, James," he said, "your little 'assholes' here decided it would be fun to bring a leader from the future to the past. I'm from the future, and you'll never guess who I am."
Back to the Past
Remus walked along the dark hallway alone and unloved. He dragged is feet, and hung his head. Earliar that morning, he had tried to ask out Patty Bridges, the most beautiful girl in the world to him. She had turned him down because he was 'too much of a loser' for her. He felt the dampness of a tear fall slowly down his cheek.
Sudennly, he heard voices coming towards him. He wipe away the tell-tale tears on his face, and turned to look at who was coming.
Siruis and Mikal were walking down the hall in heated discussion. "Can't we just preform another spell and bring him back again?"
"No, Siuis, we can't. I already told you that if we did another spell he might never come back, and we would never see him again." Mikal looked a little fed up with Sirius. She glanced up and saw Remus. "Hey, what are you doing up so late? Is it that time of the month already?" She looked out a window at the moon. It was only a crescent. She shot a questioning glance at Remus.
"Oh," he muttered, "I was just getting a little fresh air." He hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt.
"Whatever," Sirius voiced, and tried to lead Mikal into the common room.
"Wait," she persisted. "Remus, if something is wrong, talk to us." She put her hand on his shoulder, and tried to look him in the eye as she said this. He turned away so she couldn't see his face.
Sirius rolled his eyes, and groaned. "Come on!" he told Mikal. "We have a lot of work to think about. Besides, he said he was fine already!"
Mikal shot an icy look at Sirius. "Ok, point taken." He turned on his heel, and made his way into the common room alone.
"Now Sirius, tell me what happened." She patted a tile on the floor next to her as she sat down.
He took a seat next to her. "Like Sirius said, I'm perfectly fine." Unfortunately, his voice cracked in the middle of saying this, and Mikal knew he was lying to save face. She let him put his head on her shoulder. And there they sat for a long time talking about anything an everything.
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Hermione opened her eyes to a beautiful gray morning. She stretched her arms above her head, and yawned. Slipping on her robe, she walked sleepily out of the girl's dorm down into the common room. There she found Harry and Ron playing a game of exploding snap. She smiled at her friends, and became a spectator in the game.
After many noisy rounds of snap, the three students got dressed and went down to breakfast. "No food fights today, all right?" Ron told them all. They exchanged devious smiles with eachother.
"So," Harry said, buttering his toast, "don't we have that Potions test today?" He passed Hermione the pumpkin juice and jam.
Ron went white. "Potions test? Today?" he squeaked. "Er, I mean, yeah, of course it's today." He shoved a piece of friut in his pocket, along with some toast. "I'll catch you guys later." And with that, he took off to the dorm once again.
Hermione smiled. "Looks like someone didn't study last night," she teased. She handed Neville the butter. "So Harry, what do you think we should do about your little 'trip'?"
"Trip?" Neville asked. "Is Harry leaving? Oh please, Harry, don't leave me here alone with Malfoy!" He clapsed his hands and began to beg desperately.
Harry and Hermione laughed, and caught Neville up on Harry's little time travel excurrsion. "As I was saying, what should we do about it?" Hermione questioned again.
"Well, knowing you, you'll probably want to go to the library and check out spells and things like that." Hermione smiled and nodded. "Neville could help you with that," he suggested.
"No," Neville reminded them, "I've got detention from Trelawny for falling asleep in class three times this week."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," Harry said. He scratched his head in thought. "Then I'll go with Hermione, and you can help us later, ok?" Neville nodded in response, and left the table for detention.
After finishing breakfast, Harry and Hermione headed off to the library to search for any clues to what made Harry travel through time like he did.
"Oh, here we go," Hermione announced. "I think I found something." She brought a large book with a green cover to the table they were sitting at. "It says here that people can be sent back in time for various reasons." She began to name off many many reasons why someone might go back in time. "Wait, here's one. It says 'One from the past can summon a leader or role-model from the future. The spell takes almost no experience, and can easily be preformed.' Maybe that's what happened to you Harry."
"Huh?" Harry croaked. He had dosed off during Hermione's enormous list of things that could have happened. "Leaders from the future? I'm a leader?"
"Not necessarily. You could just be a role-model, or an important person. I'd say, by the looks of your scar, you're pretty important to this day and age." Harry rolled his eyes. "Defeating Voldemort is a pretty big thing to most people," she reminded him.
"I guess you could be right," Harry said. "But there's still the chance that you're wrong."
"Well, why don't we see if we can get you to go back to the past again and find out." Her eyes lit up with excitement.
Two hours later, Hermione had devised a way for Harry to be sent back to the past again. She had set up a spell that would 'respark' the original spell in a way. "Ok, are you ready Harry?" she asked him.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he told her. He closed his eyes, and relaxed, awaiting the spell to take action.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was standing in the same classroom Hermione had chosen for the spell, but with out Hermione. And just because the classroom was empty when Hermione had used it, didn't mean that it wasn't empty now. He looked at the door where students were filling in and taking their seats.
"I don't see why we even have to bring him back here in the first place," one of the students said. Harry recognized him as the Sirius-look-alike. He was talking to the girl with dark hair he'd spoken to in the Great Hall.
"Because," she replied, "if we don't-" She stopped speaking, and looked up to see Harry standing in the middle of the classroom looking like an idiot. She look at the Sirius-wanna-be, and they both ran up to Harry, grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him out of the classroom.
As they left the room, another boy asked them, "Mikal, who's tha-" but he couldn't finish his sentance because the girl had grabbed him aswell, and they all four ran down the hall to the Gryffindor house.
When they reached the Fat Lady, the second boy said, "Lemony fresh," and the portrait swung open. The girl and 'Sirius' threw Harry through the portrait hole.
"Be gentle with the poor lad," the Fat Lady warned them. 'Sirius' flipped her off as he jumped through the hole after Harry. The Fat Lady could be heard gasping.
"Who are you, and where are you from?" the girl demanded, flinging Harry onto the arm chair near the fireplace. She glared down on him with dark, yet beautiful, eyes that seemed to look strait through him.
"I.....er....," he stammered. "I'm.....Harry. I'm from the future apparently. And who are you?" He tried to look back at her with the same intensity, but failed at it.
"We ask the questions around her, Bucko," she almost yelled at him.
"Mikal, geesh, calm down and give poor, er, Harry some room to breath," the Sirius-look-like told her. She backed off from Harry, but still kept an eye on him where ever he moved.
"Let me ask you one question if I may," Harry voiced, hoping Mikal wouldn't pounce on him again. "Did one of you do a spell to bring a leader or role-model or something like that back in time?" He looked around the room at each person. He noticed that the second boy, the one they had grabbed outside the classroom, was just sitting on a couch, watching Harry as well. Though he watched Harry with a kind look in his eyes, not a harsh one like Mikal's.
"Well, Mikal here was doing some experimentation, and you ended up popping in and out of time," 'Sirius' told him.
"Damn," Harry muttered, "Hermione was right." Then he asked, "Who are you guys?" He especially wanted to know if it really was Sirius.
The boy on the couch finally made a sound. He told Harry, "That's Sirius, and Mikal. I'm just stupid old Remus Lupin." He hung his head a bit, while Harry sat strait up and opened his eyes wide.
"Um, er," he stuttered. "You wouldn't happen to know a James Potter, would you?"
"Did someone say my name?" came a voice from the door to the boy's dorm. "Sirius, what's going on? Who is that? Remus, why do you look like your mother just died?" Nobody said anything to the boy Harry knew was his father. "Damn you assholes, why don't you talk?"
Harry stood up, turned around, and looked his father right in the eye. "Well, James," he said, "your little 'assholes' here decided it would be fun to bring a leader from the future to the past. I'm from the future, and you'll never guess who I am."